Among many of the Viera children of their community, Theja seemed to have the most attentive eyes. Black irises, always moving curiously from side to side. "The eyes of a hunter", their mother would proudly affirm, caressing the kit's white hair, smooth as a plume. She wasn't wrong.They grew to be one with the bow and the arrows, excelling in the shooting skills. Theja would estimate effects of wind, rain and snow on their arrows, would soon learn that terrain, target and distance could affect their arrows and that no animal would stay to see what happens after the first shot was missed.By the coming of age, the kit was named Yaalti. Yet, he wouldn't care about his own name and would feel it had no difference in his life. The Veena hunter could hear no sound and would listen to no name. Silent as a snowy day, he had to be twice as aware of himself to live as a Wood Warder, for he couldn't listen to the sounds he'd make himself.Yaalti's disability was a known barrier that the Viera village he grew up in and the other Warders would help to contour. Sign language, written messages in the snow, many were the options. Even to be aware of his surroundings, he could find help; after all, a sniper would never hunt alone, for shooting puts them into a vulnerable position. The more united they'd be, the stronger they'd grow as a community.And strength was, indeed, what they needed. Especially regarding many of the attempts Garlemald made of invading the Skatay Range.

Being from a village in the Range's foothill, they'd be the first access to invaders.To live between the males of his society was beyond important for the Veena lad, for he had the tendency of isolating himself. Along with other snipers, he'd show his deadly aim. Always thinking about new ways of hiding himself and deceiving Garlean invasors. Yaalti would have their help to use noises, smoke and fires to cover their movements and change positions.Until the moment he decided that protecting the Skatay Range wasn't enough. Yaalti left his home to fight for Dalmasca, serving as a sharp shooter for the resistance, joining the Rumta-Zaraam not so long after. With his work partners, the Viera got established in the trade city of Sal Ghidos to hunt for disguised soldiers from Garlemald.There would be no mercy. Despite preferring to hold his bow thanks to years of practice, he could work with stolen Garlean guns if the fellow Rumta-Zaraam handed him them. A spear in the dark, but also a bullet covered by snow.The end of the war didn't mean the end of his work. In Valnain, he joined the reconstruction of a Temple of Kiltia, but his eyes are ever sharper.

Yaalti, on the outside, seems to be a peaceful and serene man. While, in fact, he tends to be paranoid and extra cautious; in a subtle, delicate manner, almost disguised, for showing his feelings is seen as a weakness and a vulnerability for the foes to exploit. Also aloof and uninterested in romance, the Veena lad is too work minded.

Not the most empathetic person to walk over the star, he struggles to relate with people that aren't Vieran or Ivalician. He won't do any act of mistreatment or torture the soldiers he captures as Rumta-Zaraam, but won't help and provide succor to people he can't connect with either. Yaalti is the kind to just execute orders.