Loki Bludcraven

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• Nicknames: The Bludcraven
• Age: 52
  • Nameday: 27th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
• Gender: Male
  • Sexuality: Pansexual
  • Marital Status: Widower
• Height: 6' 6"
• Weight: 227 pounds
• Body: Well toned for one with Elezen roots.
• Hair: Platinum/Dirty Blonde (Said to not be his original hair color)
• Eyes: Teal (Said to be an Aetherial Manipulated Color)
• Skin: Tanned
• Personality: Loki often times comes off as a cruel and unjust man with ideals and motives that cannot be made to reason with. He is a dream crusher and has a prudish aura when dealing with those he believes inferior to his likeness. Very few have been able to peel back the layers of his brutally condescending and harsh nature in the times of reality.

Other Characteristics

Likes ■ Warring/Picking Fights/Egging People On. ■ Researching the history of the Ancient Allagan Empire. ■ Stories of the Elder Primal Odin. ■ Foods and Drink of the color Red. ■ Stormy Weather.

Dislikes ■ Owls ■ The thought of Death. ■ Complete Silence. ■ Total Darkness.

Other ■ Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral ■ Vice(s): Giving people inappropriate nicknames. ■ Favorite Food: Various meats. ■ Favorite Drink: Varying alcoholic beverages. ■ Favorite Color: Red

Areas of Expertise

• Martial: Two Handed Weaponry, Short Blades, Close Combat.
• Crafts: Poisons, Hallucinogens, Aethereal Degrading Toxins.
• Other: Manipulation, Improvisional Tactician.

Strengths

• A keen ability to Manipulate those around him to achieve the outcome he desires.
• Light on his feet and can throw fast hits in succession.
• Given his Elezen roots, he has great eyesight and hearing abilities.
• His range of motion and strike distance is good due to having some Elezen body proportions.

Weaknesses

• Given his Highlandic heritage, he's got a short fuse but with the elezen side of him he's got a better sense on controlling his outbursts.
• His body is highly susceptible to infection and minor injuries. (Bruises are more prominent, cuts can be easily infected.)
• Being half Elezen, he is very prideful, topped with a Highlander mix makes this combination even more disastrous.
• Though not entirely impossible, if one were to strike a nerve and cause him to go into an emotional rage, he becomes weak without rational trace of thought.

Other Notes

Religion

Known Haunts

You might have run into or otherwise know Loki from:

• East Shroud: Overlooking Castrum Oriens.
• South Shroud: Urth's Gift.
• Eastern Thanalan: Halatali, Sandgate.
• Ul'dah, Steps of Thal: Merchant Strip.
• Old Gridania: Merchant Stalls.

Rumours

Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!

◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard)

■ "The Bludcraven? Now dere's a name ye dun ferget. Some years past, 'e was 'n famed gladiator. Payed t' fight in th' pits. Not anym' though.. Stripped o' all 'is titles an' glory." - Aged Ul'dan Coliseum Patron

■ "I saw 'im! I swear on me ma's grave! He's alive! Loki the Bludcraven is still alive!" - Crazed Ala Mhigan Refugee

■ "That bastard made me loose a quarter of me sums when he was found out t' be cheatin' in the pits! If 'e were still alive, I'd gut em me self for m' losses." - Foreign Coliseum Patron

■ "That son o' Farbaut? 'is da never told no one, but as the boy grew up, was damned apparent 'e was the bastard offspring of a session between an Elezen lass." - Elder Ala Mhigan Survivor

■ "Did you know that there's a foreign half-breed Elezen what used to visit Gridania that's afraid of Owls?" - Tavern Faring Woodwailer

◢ Moderate Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear)

■ "Some say, on rare occassions, ye can see the ghost o' the Bludcraven 'imself wanderin' the lands 'o Thanalan at night, in particular the ruins o' Halitali. An' ye can even see em at the border what separates the rest o' Eorzea from Garlean Ruled Ala Mhigo." - Quicksands Patron.

■ "That Loki; Always seemed t' have a soft spot for them orphans. Maybe he saw a kinship in 'em. Or maybe 'e jus' wanted to use em to raise all hell." - Ul'dahn Bazaar Merchant

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◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard)

■ "He once took an orphan into his home, a kid by the name Lykas. Haven't seen nor head from the kid in ages. Some say he was killed while he was doing that bastard Bludcraven's dirty work." - Young Ala Mhigan Refugee

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History

Year 0-3

From the day he was born; all he knew was his mother. For three years he'd been brought up in an Elezen household, his mother giving the best care she could offer. Over these three years he'd go by the name of Merthelin Mon'tiaigu; Merth for short. Shortly after his third birthday, his mother; Aldora, became severely ill. His mother had no one to pass Merth on to, no one to take care of him because of her exile from her home due to the nature of her son's heritage. So with the last of her strength she wrote a letter to his father, asking him to come and take his son into his home, to care for him and to love him as she had loved him. The letter was sent two days before her passing, and for two days Merth was alone. He cried and cried until he fell asleep and upon awakening would cry more.

It wasn't until the third day had passed did footsteps sound upon the front porch and the door would open to a raggedly cloaked figure. The towering being walked across the front room and to the back, where the womans remains lied, and then to the crib where Merth whimpered, looking up at the tallness of the other. The man pulled down his hood and reached in to hoist the child up, cradling him close in his large arms. He hovered over the dead woman's bedside for a moment before conjuring a flame from the palms of a free hand and setting the room ablaze, leaving before the fire could spread to the remainder of the small abode.

It was outside that he heard this man speak to him, giving him his new name, while also pulling a small skinning knife from a pouch and saying that this was for his own survival. And with no more words, he'd cut the lengths of the toddlers ears, rounding them out to be more Hyur. The boy cried and screamed as his ears were carved into yet he could not forget later on what this meant for his ability to live.

Year 4-12

Since that fateful night he was rescued, Loki Naviek, as he was now called had moved into the city state of Ala Mhigo, discovering that the man who'd saved him was his biological father, Farbaut the Ragepyre. He was brought up to keep that fact of his heritage a secret, for the truth would see his father exiled, and possibly even get himself killed. The history between the Elezen of the Shroud, and the Hyur of Ala Mhigo was riddled with war, though in the times of today, it saw them keep to their own territories, the bitter taste of ill will still coursing through the generations. As for Loki, he tried to do what he could to fit in with the other youth of Ala Mhigo.

Despite being the constant talk of elder and youth alike, he continued his days as normal till the age of eight, when the humility escalated. The other children's words began to get harsher, and their actions more prone to being physical. Loki often returned home to his father with a new bruises or scraps and cuts giving sign to the growing brutality he was to endure. His father never said much about his marks of shame, only tended to them briefly before sending his son off.

Over the next several years, his father would refuse to tend to his injuries as they became more frequent and grew more disappointed in his prodigy by the day. It got to the point were Loki begged his father to do something, to put an end to this. But his father refused simply stating that it was not his place to meddle in his son's affairs, that the problems were his and his alone. He went on to say his flame was weak, that his fiery glow would continue to weaken without the oxygen it needed to sustain itself, and he would eventually be snuffed out by the thickness of the earth pouring down upon him.

Year 13-18

At the age of thirteen, Loki had been showing the steady signs of puberty. His growth had taken a large hurdle over the other children, making him several inches taller and thus making him stand out even more. Though the insults of his oddness continued, earning himself a new nickname of Low-kin; he began to harden against the abuse the others would throw at him. -WiP-

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