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| − | L'oki was very young when his tribe began venturing further and further from their lands, following prey that began migrating almost too far for them to follow. L'oki himself, unfamiliar to the newer surroundings, found himself surrounded by terrifying beasts. By the time his clan found him, he had lost his right eye completely, laying in a stream with Wolf fur in his hands. Bad luck seemed to follow the clan until the Matriarch grew suddenly ill. At first it seemed a blessing when another tribe happened upon them, offering food and safety. It wasn't too long before the Matriarch passed away from her odd sickness, that the clan began following the requests of these seemingly benevolent brethren, eventually deciding to merge clans under the rule of their leader. The old, grey-haired female Keeper seemed so kind and sweet, no one noticed how differently everyone who had 'consult' with her had changed. On one particular evening the Old Keeper decreed all the sons be brought to a special place, the ruins of an great and lost city, Amdapor. Here no one from either clans objected as they tossed the young boys into the darkness, no one flinched an inch at the cries of fear and pain. L'oki was weak, even for a sacrifice, but was tossed in right before the darkness closed, seeming sated. L'oki Remembers waking to a terrifying sight, the primal known as Diabolos looked down upon him with intrigue before offering the weak keeper boy a deal. His life spared, his eye restored, and in return L'oki would become a tool, the eye outside the realm of this Dark King. L'oki agreed without hesitation, fixated on the pain and suffering of his clan, the death of his mother, and the betrayal from his own kin. When L'oki awoke he found himself in a land full of fire and heat, laying in the back of a cart headed straight for the volcanoes of Alabathia's Spine. The traveling Lohengarde (Hellsguard) had found L'oki on the road during his travels, remembering the aid a keeper healer once gave his brethren. He took the young Miqo'te into his care, allowing the boy's affinity for the moon and magical arts grow on it's own. L'oki never really felt out of place amongst his adopted family, finding a odd sense of honor in his work as he helped aid against the dead things coming from the fiery pits. He grew fond of his new tribe, and became obsessed with study and practice to ensure he could keep them safe. They named him 'Wulfskar' for the obvious reason, and treated him like a fellow Hellsguard. Life seemed well, full of entertainment and adventure, the only thing L'oki would worry about were the dreams. A sight into lands far away, where his old clan now hunt. L'oki would dream and see them becoming twisted, corrupted by the darkness he had hoped never to know again. The visions intensified becoming too much to ignore, he knew he had to leave his new family, he had to go back. After years from his clans territory, he returned to the familiar forests and cliffs, tracking their movements, always a day behind, always finding a more gruesome scene in their wake. On a night that seemed too familiar for comfort, he finally caught up to them, watching them from atop a cliff, being very careful not to be seen. A Thunderous, cold voice filled his mind, and as he held his ears in pain, L'oki's eyes turned down to see a rage take over the Keeper's below. L'oki sat paralyzed, watching them ripping each other apart, tearing, clawing, eating... The voice eventually became a roaring calamity in his mind, and he lost all sight, all senses before leaping down to the chaos below. When he awoke, his ears still ringing, he was completely soaked in blood. His family and kin in pieces and shreds all around him, and his own claws stained red. The only other survivor, was the Old woman Keeper, a sickening smile on her face as he charged towards her. Before she could mutter whatever filth she had planned she was silenced, painfully, ruthlessly, for everything she had done. Having finished off the last of ties to his clan, he left his territory behind. L'oki now wanders Eorzea, taking whatever mindless tasks he can find to keep his mind busy. After some time trying to ignore the cold voice within his mind, his vision started to fail. Luck would happen him across the path of a young aspiring machinist known as A'quila. After some time he grew fond of the young inventor, and from curiosity asked if a new eye could be made from the forms of inventions and technology, and curiosity was peaked. After some items were acquired, L'oki received a gift from A'quila, a flawless looking replacement, golden in color and rich in it's intricacies. His urge to have sight was maybe too great as he rushed quickly to | + | L'oki was very young when his tribe began venturing further and further from their lands, following prey that began migrating almost too far for them to follow. L'oki himself, unfamiliar to the newer surroundings, found himself surrounded by terrifying beasts. By the time his clan found him, he had lost his right eye completely, laying in a stream with Wolf fur in his hands. Bad luck seemed to follow the clan until the Matriarch grew suddenly ill. At first it seemed a blessing when another tribe happened upon them, offering food and safety. It wasn't too long before the Matriarch passed away from her odd sickness, that the clan began following the requests of these seemingly benevolent brethren, eventually deciding to merge clans under the rule of their leader. The old, grey-haired female Keeper seemed so kind and sweet, no one noticed how differently everyone who had 'consult' with her had changed. On one particular evening the Old Keeper decreed all the sons be brought to a special place, the ruins of an great and lost city, Amdapor. Here no one from either clans objected as they tossed the young boys into the darkness, no one flinched an inch at the cries of fear and pain. L'oki was weak, even for a sacrifice, but was tossed in right before the darkness closed, seeming sated. L'oki Remembers waking to a terrifying sight, the primal known as Diabolos looked down upon him with intrigue before offering the weak keeper boy a deal. His life spared, his eye restored, and in return L'oki would become a tool, the eye outside the realm of this Dark King. L'oki agreed without hesitation, fixated on the pain and suffering of his clan, the death of his mother, and the betrayal from his own kin. When L'oki awoke he found himself in a land full of fire and heat, laying in the back of a cart headed straight for the volcanoes of Alabathia's Spine. The traveling Lohengarde (Hellsguard) had found L'oki on the road during his travels, remembering the aid a keeper healer once gave his brethren. He took the young Miqo'te into his care, allowing the boy's affinity for the moon and magical arts grow on it's own. L'oki never really felt out of place amongst his adopted family, finding a odd sense of honor in his work as he helped aid against the dead things coming from the fiery pits. He grew fond of his new tribe, and became obsessed with study and practice to ensure he could keep them safe. They named him 'Wulfskar' for the obvious reason, and treated him like a fellow Hellsguard. Life seemed well, full of entertainment and adventure, the only thing L'oki would worry about were the dreams. A sight into lands far away, where his old clan now hunt. L'oki would dream and see them becoming twisted, corrupted by the darkness he had hoped never to know again. The visions intensified becoming too much to ignore, he knew he had to leave his new family, he had to go back. After years from his clans territory, he returned to the familiar forests and cliffs, tracking their movements, always a day behind, always finding a more gruesome scene in their wake. On a night that seemed too familiar for comfort, he finally caught up to them, watching them from atop a cliff, being very careful not to be seen. A Thunderous, cold voice filled his mind, and as he held his ears in pain, L'oki's eyes turned down to see a rage take over the Keeper's below. L'oki sat paralyzed, watching them ripping each other apart, tearing, clawing, eating... The voice eventually became a roaring calamity in his mind, and he lost all sight, all senses before leaping down to the chaos below. When he awoke, his ears still ringing, he was completely soaked in blood. His family and kin in pieces and shreds all around him, and his own claws stained red. The only other survivor, was the Old woman Keeper, a sickening smile on her face as he charged towards her. Before she could mutter whatever filth she had planned she was silenced, painfully, ruthlessly, for everything she had done. Having finished off the last of ties to his clan, he left his territory behind. |
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| + | L'oki now wanders Eorzea, taking whatever mindless tasks he can find to keep his mind busy. After some time trying to ignore the cold voice within his mind, his vision started to fail. Luck would happen him across the path of a young aspiring machinist known as A'quila. After some time he grew fond of the young inventor, and from curiosity asked if a new eye could be made from the forms of inventions and technology, and curiosity was peaked. After some items were acquired, L'oki received a gift from A'quila, a flawless looking replacement, golden in color and rich in it's intricacies. His urge to have sight was maybe too great as he rushed quickly to an abandoned cabin, deep inside the shroud. There L'oki began the painstaking process of removing his right eye, cutting down the scar he always bore to better remove his useless orb. A pain more excruciating than he can ever recall, being the only 'Mender' he knew he could trust, he powered through the pain without anesthesia, and inserted his new eye. Using his knowledge of mending, he began re-attaching certain nerves to the machinery of the new orb. Using his magic and 'questionably' sanitary instruments, the process took a couple of hours, and left him drained. Using his last bit of energy to heal himself as best he could, he began to make out silhouettes in the room, thinking 'much better than nothing'. Every once in awhile he can be seen adding a little bit magic to the still slightly puffy area, feeling his body slowly begin to accept the new orb as his eye. Seeing shadows at first he thought nothing of the blurs he'd spot out of the corner of his eye, but after some time getting used to his new appendage, he's begun to see creatures lurking in his peripheral, then disappearing immediately upon focus. | ||
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| + | Following his assault through the Lost City of Amdapor, he seems to have changed, a colder look in his eyes than before. The battle that was waged within the deepest part of the city had left him changed. As he stood victorious, a searing pain filled his left eye, as a voice called to him. A thundering roar fading away into the dark, it's last words leaving L'oki with a paralyzing dread as he collapsed to the ground. At least, now, he's got two working eyes again, as vision slowly returned to his own real left eye. Leaving the city he wandered back towards the city, those last words, stuck in his mind like a splinter. | ||
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| − | Usually well mannered, he used to enjoy the idea of being handy for folk. Since his self inflicted surgery, however, he's feeling himself want to give in to these odd, new sensations. the emotions bubbling within him he's finding harder to contain, particularly rage. Currently he's in moderate control of himself, thinking it's his own energy working together with a new foreign source, and hopefully it will pass, but part of him is enjoying the feeling of giving in a little too much. | + | Usually well mannered, he used to enjoy the idea of being handy for folk. Since his self inflicted surgery, however, he's feeling himself want to give in to these odd, new sensations. the emotions bubbling within him he's finding harder to contain, particularly a rage he doesn't understand. Currently he's in moderate control of himself, thinking it's his own energy working together with a new foreign source, and hopefully it will pass, but part of him is enjoying the feeling of giving in a little too much. Returning from Amdapor, he seems lost in thought often, staring off into the distance, but still putting up a smile and kind demeanor. Refusing to speak anything more than, "I won.." on the events of his quest, or how his sight was fully restored, his usually sincere smirks now seem fake. |
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Revision as of 16:25, 16 February 2015
| L’oki Wulfskar | |
 "I’m ready" | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Miqo’te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Ul’ Ddah |
| Age | 26 |
| Diety | Nymeia |
| Namesday | 23rd Sun of Second Umbral Moon |
| Height | 5’7” (5’10” with ears perked) |
Contents
Character
Male Keeper, raised by Lohengarde. His specialty is magic, and most of his prowess lies in healing. Recently he has replaced his right eye with one made from a combination of Crystal Aether and Magitek. Getting used to his eye he's taken training himself, for a coming bout with a particular Primal. Keeping quiet the recent thoughts and visions he's been seeing with his new eye, he might be focusing on self control a little too much. Becoming a little more aggressive in nature, particular under the moonlight, he feels himself quietly letting himself go into a more vicious persona, just for a moment, but the moments are becoming more lengthy.
♦ Appearance
L'oki Wulfskar stands tall for a Miqo'te at 5'7", ears perked at a even 6'0". His body is athletic and lightly scarred from quick healing after various battles. He bears a deep scar up to his right eye, which now holds a new eye made from a combination of a unique Aether Crystal and Magitek, courtesy of A'quila Tsaka. His new eye looks normal far enough away, but taking closer inspection reveals an intricate pattern of machinery and artistry within the Golden color, contrasting his left sky blue 'original' eye. He has a strong, broad features for a Keeper, and a tuft of fur beginning to cover his chin and jaw. His skin is a blue shade of grey, keeping his natural camouflage best used at night underneath a full moon. His fur is ticked, showing mostly a dark blue with bits of red showing mostly around the face. L'oki always bears his favorite red face-paint, a horizontal stripe across the eyes, an homage to both his adopted family and his own kin.
♦ History
L'oki was very young when his tribe began venturing further and further from their lands, following prey that began migrating almost too far for them to follow. L'oki himself, unfamiliar to the newer surroundings, found himself surrounded by terrifying beasts. By the time his clan found him, he had lost his right eye completely, laying in a stream with Wolf fur in his hands. Bad luck seemed to follow the clan until the Matriarch grew suddenly ill. At first it seemed a blessing when another tribe happened upon them, offering food and safety. It wasn't too long before the Matriarch passed away from her odd sickness, that the clan began following the requests of these seemingly benevolent brethren, eventually deciding to merge clans under the rule of their leader. The old, grey-haired female Keeper seemed so kind and sweet, no one noticed how differently everyone who had 'consult' with her had changed. On one particular evening the Old Keeper decreed all the sons be brought to a special place, the ruins of an great and lost city, Amdapor. Here no one from either clans objected as they tossed the young boys into the darkness, no one flinched an inch at the cries of fear and pain. L'oki was weak, even for a sacrifice, but was tossed in right before the darkness closed, seeming sated. L'oki Remembers waking to a terrifying sight, the primal known as Diabolos looked down upon him with intrigue before offering the weak keeper boy a deal. His life spared, his eye restored, and in return L'oki would become a tool, the eye outside the realm of this Dark King. L'oki agreed without hesitation, fixated on the pain and suffering of his clan, the death of his mother, and the betrayal from his own kin. When L'oki awoke he found himself in a land full of fire and heat, laying in the back of a cart headed straight for the volcanoes of Alabathia's Spine. The traveling Lohengarde (Hellsguard) had found L'oki on the road during his travels, remembering the aid a keeper healer once gave his brethren. He took the young Miqo'te into his care, allowing the boy's affinity for the moon and magical arts grow on it's own. L'oki never really felt out of place amongst his adopted family, finding a odd sense of honor in his work as he helped aid against the dead things coming from the fiery pits. He grew fond of his new tribe, and became obsessed with study and practice to ensure he could keep them safe. They named him 'Wulfskar' for the obvious reason, and treated him like a fellow Hellsguard. Life seemed well, full of entertainment and adventure, the only thing L'oki would worry about were the dreams. A sight into lands far away, where his old clan now hunt. L'oki would dream and see them becoming twisted, corrupted by the darkness he had hoped never to know again. The visions intensified becoming too much to ignore, he knew he had to leave his new family, he had to go back. After years from his clans territory, he returned to the familiar forests and cliffs, tracking their movements, always a day behind, always finding a more gruesome scene in their wake. On a night that seemed too familiar for comfort, he finally caught up to them, watching them from atop a cliff, being very careful not to be seen. A Thunderous, cold voice filled his mind, and as he held his ears in pain, L'oki's eyes turned down to see a rage take over the Keeper's below. L'oki sat paralyzed, watching them ripping each other apart, tearing, clawing, eating... The voice eventually became a roaring calamity in his mind, and he lost all sight, all senses before leaping down to the chaos below. When he awoke, his ears still ringing, he was completely soaked in blood. His family and kin in pieces and shreds all around him, and his own claws stained red. The only other survivor, was the Old woman Keeper, a sickening smile on her face as he charged towards her. Before she could mutter whatever filth she had planned she was silenced, painfully, ruthlessly, for everything she had done. Having finished off the last of ties to his clan, he left his territory behind.
L'oki now wanders Eorzea, taking whatever mindless tasks he can find to keep his mind busy. After some time trying to ignore the cold voice within his mind, his vision started to fail. Luck would happen him across the path of a young aspiring machinist known as A'quila. After some time he grew fond of the young inventor, and from curiosity asked if a new eye could be made from the forms of inventions and technology, and curiosity was peaked. After some items were acquired, L'oki received a gift from A'quila, a flawless looking replacement, golden in color and rich in it's intricacies. His urge to have sight was maybe too great as he rushed quickly to an abandoned cabin, deep inside the shroud. There L'oki began the painstaking process of removing his right eye, cutting down the scar he always bore to better remove his useless orb. A pain more excruciating than he can ever recall, being the only 'Mender' he knew he could trust, he powered through the pain without anesthesia, and inserted his new eye. Using his knowledge of mending, he began re-attaching certain nerves to the machinery of the new orb. Using his magic and 'questionably' sanitary instruments, the process took a couple of hours, and left him drained. Using his last bit of energy to heal himself as best he could, he began to make out silhouettes in the room, thinking 'much better than nothing'. Every once in awhile he can be seen adding a little bit magic to the still slightly puffy area, feeling his body slowly begin to accept the new orb as his eye. Seeing shadows at first he thought nothing of the blurs he'd spot out of the corner of his eye, but after some time getting used to his new appendage, he's begun to see creatures lurking in his peripheral, then disappearing immediately upon focus.
Following his assault through the Lost City of Amdapor, he seems to have changed, a colder look in his eyes than before. The battle that was waged within the deepest part of the city had left him changed. As he stood victorious, a searing pain filled his left eye, as a voice called to him. A thundering roar fading away into the dark, it's last words leaving L'oki with a paralyzing dread as he collapsed to the ground. At least, now, he's got two working eyes again, as vision slowly returned to his own real left eye. Leaving the city he wandered back towards the city, those last words, stuck in his mind like a splinter.
♦ Behaviour
Usually well mannered, he used to enjoy the idea of being handy for folk. Since his self inflicted surgery, however, he's feeling himself want to give in to these odd, new sensations. the emotions bubbling within him he's finding harder to contain, particularly a rage he doesn't understand. Currently he's in moderate control of himself, thinking it's his own energy working together with a new foreign source, and hopefully it will pass, but part of him is enjoying the feeling of giving in a little too much. Returning from Amdapor, he seems lost in thought often, staring off into the distance, but still putting up a smile and kind demeanor. Refusing to speak anything more than, "I won.." on the events of his quest, or how his sight was fully restored, his usually sincere smirks now seem fake.
Combat
- Martial: Being Raised by Lohengarde so close to the dangers of ‘The Spine’, L’oki is familiar with a wide range of weaponry. Focusing on learning all forms of battle strategies from old texts or from the battles seen across the volcanic landscape. He putting some of his own plans into effect, successfully keeping his squad alive without casualty until his departure. Preferring his mind and magic however doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of getting a dagger past your defenses. Studying many forms simultaneously, he is not the most talented, but he is very well rounded.
- Magic: Specializing in Healing and Black Magic, he's been furthering his understanding of the Arcane arts.
- Other: Using his talents with a need or hammer, he's keen to make some quick gil either through healing, crafting, or if times are slow and gil short he'll fall into his hidden specialty as an 'Escort'.
★ Recent RP events ★
- ■ A'quila Tsaka has given him a new eye, owing her a massive debt he hopes he can someday have the chance to repay.
- ■L'oki travelled deep into the Lost City, and since he's emerged, something has been off.
Tendencies
L'oki has tendencies to loose sight of his goals, or duties due to a pretty face. Strong dominant women tend to be his 'Achilles heel'. Lately however he's found himself stalking folk without a second thought to it. Feeling urges and dangerous thoughts starting to grip him, he's trying his best to keep his composure and control, with small bursts of growing insanity only barely touching the surface.
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Friends
- ● Pascht Chime –
- ● L'vi Lyrre –
- ● A'quila Tyaka –
- ● Avaline Starsong –
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Acquaintances
- ● Person Here –
Enemies & Rivals
- ● Person Here -
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Rumours
Player Character Rumours
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♦ Footnotes
Alignment:
Theme song:
Gold - Imagine Dragons
Roses of May -FF9
