There was a man born in the unlikely place of the Deep Shroud with a fate that seemed to pull him with a constant force away from what would be expected of a child blessed by elemental favor and doted with the early gift of hearing. In a clan that nourished such prodigious becomings, the mind of youth were ever searching and would inevitably cause a severing of what was expected; what was duty bound, and what was desired. Wanderlust and curiosity plagued a mind that pondered on the duality of man but the supposed single goodness of the Elements.
A mind in adolescence quickly grew with disgust seeing the timeless presence of the Void plaguing the Wood and the efforts of the Conjurers to combat them a half measure. There were vast areas of wood simply robbed of aether and spoilt, where no sapling might take seed again for such a great time, if ever. Fist-clenched rage fueled inside of a mind long meditated on patience and communing with the Elements and trust there. And thus a seed of rebellion was planted to bear fruit in eventuality.
Dishonor came when the young man decided that tradition could not replace a firmer need, an ancient need, to deal with the ancient enemy as well as constant oppressive and invading forces threatening the Wood. A man took it upon himself believing in a Divine Vision to seek the Elder knowledge of when Spoken wielded violent cataclysmic powers that ended up in the subjugation and slaughter of themselves upon a great flood. Knowledge that was kept and bound in such few places.
The seeker of knowledge first fell upon the rich fields of Coerthas before a calamity became a frigid wasteland of a scene instead, having traveled Northward toward the closest kingdom that was known.
Ancient knowledge was not spared so easily, it was a hard case to be made to be able to read elder texts of Voidbane and what the mages had meddled with so long ago in the War of the Magi. Strict service of mending was required for the Temple Knights and those returning from fire and brimstone. Still, none knew the wiser of this guiser and thus did he continue his study and labors healing Thordan's soldiers to continue the slaughter of 10 centuries' past.
The monarch with a liar's tongue spanning countless generations was cut down and his servants, and the expedition into Ishgard had run its useful course. Having no home to return to, a mage in exile, he lingered upon the edge of the Shroud felling demons before they could make a more penetrative entry to the woodland realm. And settled in Ul'Dah for some time at last, learning more of the Eorzean ways, and using funds earned by healing and crafting carpented and woven things in the Ishgardian Restoration to build a Hunter's Keep and from there, wage war on the Realm's more dangerous marks. Often time the ancient enemy, the parasite. The Voidsent. And other times, mindless beasts that ruined men. He became content, and the body that was faux soon became second skin. He forgot his past, it seemed.
And then he gave up such glamorous livings, feeling drawn to wealth and material and settlement, and it was alien to the previous wanderer. He surrendered it in full, and returned to a simpler hermitic living in a hovel made all his own, retired from the kingdoms and realms of men to further study, commune, and practice arts considered dark and dangerous. His love for the star and all the living inhabitants within it that deserved a parasite-free existence led him to meddle in darker experiments that earned the Wood-sin, and it was a deadly deed to dare into the Shroud. He lingered for a year, until recent happenings shed himself of a guise and a new pact was made, coming humbly before the Elements. And a show that his power and his want to protect were in good wishes and favor. And thus was he forgiven, and thus able to stride and wander in interest of the Elements and all noble Spoken.
Li is a routinely lax soul at the surface that enjoys hearing a passerby's tales and ambitions. One may immediately find his Zeal strangely agreeable as he preaches acceptance and peace with the self rather than damnation and penance. He believes fully in the power and potential of the self to rise above their current condition.
Li is motivated by his sheer will to keep the nature of the Realm free of Parasites. His crusade against the Void, carried by ideals of Menphina's love of all things, a pantheon picked up by neighboring deep rooted Miqo'te clans, lead him to pursue an undending search for knowledge scorned by man and city.
The Devout of Menphina performs charity for the less fortunate giving up much of material wealth that swayed him from his study. He spends much of his time either lecturing to or hearing a story from a passerby or destitute soul with a curious mind for knowledge.. His only belongings are his robes and battle regalia to protect him during Void hunts or exorcisms, having tossed much of wordly posessions away to shed himself of temptation and vanity that would weaken his resolve and wanderlust.
Li performs investigations, inquisitions, and exorcisms of Voidsent either upon: civilians, inhabited corpses, or glamoured objects. He performs charity and other public works when he can be found in the cities, much more seldom now. He walks through the Godswood in recent times, refamiliarizing himself with his woodland home.Since the disestablishment of his Hunter's Guild, Li's participation in grand hunts has largely diminished as of late. Though a secretive information society has kept tabs on this spellcaster, and has since sought out his keen knowledge of the world to unfortellable futures. Though the future is uncertain for those that discover the truth of his dark deeds in the past, a recent pact shed light upon a life lived long in darkness and uncertainty in his pursuits.