I am Xiv! I grew up in a tower with only my father, who taught me the most important thing is power. And he had that in spades. He told me I couldn't leave until I mastered my magic. As I grew, but he never allowed me to leave. But one day I found a room with 13 arcane batteries. People, that looked like me, weak and frail, in tubes. He was draining of their life-force. There was a 14th already prepared. The plage read XIV. Me. So I ran. Anyway, I'm happy-go-lucky, my magic never goes wrong!