Blueix had seen 9 winters and his life had been near perfect, until one day... He was returning home from his daily duties when he found his mother crying on the front steps of their home. "He is gone! Gone!" she wailed. A messenger had come not three hours ago informing her of the fate of her husband. Blueix, after much prodding, learned from his mother that his father had gone deep into the desert to investigate the source of a large host of Yagudo attacking other villages nearby. That had been the night before. He never returned.

Three years after his father's death, at the age of 12, Blueix took up the title of 'Mage of the Federation'. Most of his life after becoming a mage was duties: patrolling, the slaying of terrible creatures, and other such things. Much of this he learned in his childhood as well. He spent months at a time away from home, leaving to take care of his now sickly mother. She died when Blueix was 13 years old, of sickness, grief, pain... no one knew.

For four years after his mother's death, he worked tirelessly to protect the inhabitants of the land surrounding the desert and those that lived within it. Soon after his mother’s passing, he was awarded the title of “High Mage of the Federation,�Ebecoming one of the elite few in the mage society and reaching the same title as his father and forefathers. One of the youngest to ever be bestowed that title, he was highly regarded in the circle of Mages.

But on one fateful winter, at the age of seventeen, his entire life changed. He had been wandering about the western borders of Sarutabaruta, scouting out any signs of wolves, for the winter was unusually harsh this year, and who knew how far south the wolves would test their hunger? The sky had darkened quickly, and Blueix realized a storm was approaching from the east. The wind was howling, and the trees began to shake. Due to Yagudo raids northwest of the plains, he could not go home by the south road. He would have to go east, across the plains. But the storm would not let him, and he knew that as well.

He had no time to waist standing out in the weather. Blueix started across the plains of Sarutabaruta, but soon realized that even his magic would not protect him long from the elements that were out in force that night. He continued to press on, knowing that whether he stood still or continued to walk, he would be brutalized by the constant downpour. He was almost about out of energy when he spotted a small fissure in a nearby rock. He approached it and realized it was large enough for him to fit inside.

Thankfully out of the storm, he started drying himself off. However, it was not dark in the cave that continued behind the opening. And he thought he also heard someone speaking a moment ago. He thought to himself that he had stumbled across a Yagudo camp and was desperately trying to prepare himself for the battle that was sure to ensue. He peered around the corner of the cave to see how many he would have to face. As he stuck his head around the corner, he was greeted by the hulking chest of a massive Galka. Relieved that he would not have to battle so quickly after attempting to rest, Blueix greets the Galka and the rest of his party.

After some quick introductions, Blueix is surprised to learn that the Galka he was greeted by is actually the legendary Tyreal. Realizing the opportunity to discover the many ways residents of Vana’diel use their abilities to oppose the Shadow Lord, he feel compelled to join the Shadow Dragons and is gladly accepted into the group.