L'oki Wulfskar

L’oki Wulfskar
"I’m ready"
Deceased
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)

Character

Male Keeper, raised by Lohengarde most of his life near the volcanoes of Abalathia's Spine. His profession is a field doctor, using his magical prowess to help mend and aid the sick and injured. His favorite hobby when not on a job was to teach and educate youth's in his travels, showing them how to avoid the dangers of the wild, or what herbs are best for a certain ailment or just safe to eat. When L'oki started going blind his focus fell quickly from his leisurely duties, turning instead towards a way to maybe repair his lost sight. Luck happened to place him in contact with a special individual, and has replaced his right eye with one made from a combination of Crystal Aether and Magitek. Using his newly restored vision to destroy the source of his sickness, he continues his practice of healing arts.

♦ Appearance

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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 replacement 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, making his natural camouflage best used at night underneath a full moon. His fur is ticked, showing mostly as 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

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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. One night, while exploring the new territory with his twin brother, L'oki wandered too far, and came across the path of three large creatures. By the time his brother and clan found him, he had lost his right eye completely, laying in a stream with wild wolf fur clutched in his fingers. Bad luck seemed to follow the clan until their Matriarch began growing ill. At first it seemed a blessing when another tribe happened upon them, offering food and safety. It wasn't too long after the Matriarch passed away, that the clan began following the requests of these seemingly benevolent brethren. Eventually deciding to merge clans under the rule of their leader, a sweet looking old Keeper. The old, grey-haired woman seemed so kind and nurturing, no one even noticed the one or two cubs going missing. L'oki felt something was amiss, drugging his brother and sending him off out of fear for the changing ways of the tribe. On one particular evening the Old Keeper smiled choosing young males from the tribe to be brought to a special place. The city was so large, covered thick in a odd mist, and the stench of stale spores in the air, 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 of a old cathedral, no one flinched an inch at the cries of fear and pain. L'oki was weak, even for a sacrifice, but was swallowed by the thick dark shadow just as quick. Waking to a terrifying sight, the terrifying devil looked down upon him with intrigue. A painfully cold voice filling his mind as the monstrous entity spoke, offering the weak keeper boy a deal. His life spared, his sight restored, and in return L'oki would become a tool, the eye outside the realm of this Dark King. L'oki hesitated for only a moment, and agreed to act as the monster’s eyes.

L'oki awoke, a new eye, glowing a deep purple, gazing upon a land full of fire and heat. Laying in the back of a cart headed straight for the volcanoes of Alabathia's Spine. A traveling Lohengarde, mercenary 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 magical arts to grow on it's own. Never really feeling out of place amongst his adopted family, he found an odd sense of honor in his work as he often enjoyed the contracts taken by his new family took. From putting some dead things back to rest, to hunting bandits, he enjoyed the work and that he felt useful. Growing fond of the new tribe, he 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. Finding ways to add some barter to his clan's mercenary contracts, L'oki began snagging a book or two, teaching him more about the lands and cultures around him until he had attained his own personal library. Keeping his mind as trained as his body, he took it upon himself to teach his new brethren some useful tricks. Nothing fancy, just how to mend a wound, or protect from magic. Enjoying the experience of teaching others, he began educating the children, not just how to keep safe, but on all the various cultures, arts, and wonder he'd learned in his travels or from the literature he could scavenge. Life seemed well, full of entertainment and adventure, the only thing L'oki would worry about were the dreams.

Images of violence, and death haunted his sleep. Seeing his own clan becoming more and more twisted by the corruption he himself gave into. After a brief farewell He travelled back to his homelands in search of his old tribe. L’oki doesn’t speak of what happened when he found them, but from a handful of hunter’s accounts, they once came across a massacre of a keeper tribe. The same clan that had been previously terrorizing the area, were wiped out overnight. L’oki’s right eye failing on him as he returned to the city, he seemed to suffer from mild depression for a while.

L'oki wandered Eorzea, taking whatever mindless tasks he could find to keep his mind busy. Even becoming employed with a Thieves Guild, a profession that came naturally to him, however feeling unfulfilled he found new work. Taking on temporary students, or moseying from camp to camp providing aid for a modest fee. After some time trying to remedy his own malady, 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 random curiosity, asked if a new eye could be made from the kinds of machines and technology she was beginning to study. After some time and specific items were acquired, L'oki received a gift from A'quila. His appreciation for his replacement would come greatly when he gazed upon himself, being able to see and with such an amazing piece of craftsmanship. The orb held a glow to it, crafted from a specific aether crystal and risky forms of magitek. Golden in color and rich in its intricacies, if you look close enough you may be able to see the machinery. Disregarding his own advice for at least an assistant for his experimental surgery, L'oki prepped his instruments and tools within a hut, deep inside outer La Noscea. 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, and being the only 'Doctor' he knew he could find on short notice, he used every inch of focus on the surgery, without anything to dull the pain and affect his dexterity. 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 few 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, a smirk forming after hours of agony on his blood drenched face.

Feeling his body slowly begin to accept the new orb as his eye, he set off again into the shroud. A pang in his chest urging him to go back, and repent for his sins once and for all. For days he was missing, and upon his return, his very presence had changed. The kind light in his eye was gone, replaced by bitterness.

♦ Behavior

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Usually coming off as well-mannered, polite, and studied.

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 most of his efforts in strategy and tactics, most cobbled together from old texts or from the battles seen across the volcanic landscape. Successfully keeping his squad alive without casualty, he has only increased his studies and training since departure. Preferring his mind and magic however doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of getting a dagger past your defenses. Studying varying forms of physical combat 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 needle 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 Tyaka has been given back L'oki's corrupt eye.

■ Before his linkshell broke, a pained call for aid was heard. Before dragged into the void by 'Dia'

■ Was decapitated under orders of his former employer.

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'.

Likes ■ Moonlit Nights ■ Strong/Dominant Females ■ Rainy Days

Dislikes ■ Cocky Male Seekers ■ Open Sun ■ Dust storms

Hobbies/Talents ■ Healing ■ Teaching ■ Spying

Favorites ■ Favourite Food/Drink: Rum ■ Favourite Place: The Quicksand

Friends

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Gallery

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  A Trip to the Void

Quotes

● The Lost City Amdapor – "I'm not the nightmare you should fear boy, you've made your own."

Enemies & Rivals

● Bloodied Jackal - Also known as Kiht'to Moui, he is L'oki's twin brother, has spent his life as a pirate far from the shores of Eorzea.

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♦ Footnotes

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Theme song:

Gold - Imagine Dragons
Play your part- Girl Talk