L'oki Wulfskar

L’oki Wulfskar
“Hmph”
Healer
Gender	Male
Race	Miqo’te
Clan	Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship	Nomadic
Age	26
Height	5’7”
Weight	N/A
Profession	Healer
Patron Deity	Rhalgr
Server	Balmung

INTRO TEXT

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 scarred from various battles. He bears a deep scar through his right eye which seems to glow a deep purple/black, contrasting his light blue left eye. He has a strong, broad features for a Keeper, and a tuft of fur beginning to cover his chin and jaw. His fur is ticked, showing mostly a dark blue with bits of red showing mostly around his eyes. L'oki always bears his favorite red face-paint, an homage to both his adopted family and his own kin. *Since going blind, his left blue eye looks as though a purple/black infection is slowly surrounding the outer edge of the light blue*

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. The Color of his right eye seems to be spreading to his left, circling his usual light blue in a ring of almost dark purple.

Personality

Do not be fooled by his manners or seemingly well intentions, his motives are never what they seem. Prone to drink heavy and meditate often, L'oki is a very friendly individual. Not shy to lend his talents to who has the gil or savvy to know his favorite drink.

Affiliations and Known Associates

‘One who doesn’t exist’,‘Ta’Avaline Kihl’,‘E’vrett Tia’, 'Pascht Chime'

Characteristics

• Nicknames: Blue, Red, and Oki
• Age: 26
  • Nameday: 23rd Sun of the Second Umbral moon
• Gender: Male
  • Sexuality: Hetero
  • Marital Status: Single
• Alignment: Unknown
• Height: 5’7”
• Weight: Unknown
• Body: Athletic and slim, his muscles are slightly more pronounced than usual from years wielding axes along with staffs.
• Hair: Dark blue with ticked blood red near the face
• Eyes: Right- Dark purple with swirls of black / Left: Sky blue with black ring encircling the retina
• Skin: Grey/blue
• Clothing: Prefers the colors red, and black

Likes

• Red wine and good rum
• Rain and fog
• Moonlit Evenings
• Strong Females (Particularly Miqo’te)
• Fire

Dislikes

• Cocky Male Seekers
• The smell of rotten corpses
• The open sun
• Goobbue’s
• Being woken during the day

Areas of Expertise

• 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.
• Crafting: Specializing in healing and clothe work, both allowing him to make a fair amount of gil in his travels. However if times seem hard he isn’t opposed to taking up his third specialty every once in a while as an ‘Escort.’
• Other: Growing up in a strict hunting clan, where stealth, agility, and perception were strictly enforced, starting on their nameday. Virtues that any good thief should covet, and one's he keeps as sharp as his claws, daily.

Strengths

• The moon grants L’oki both serenity and a particular viciousness
• Smell and hearing heightened
• Well studied
• Magical prowess
• Experienced thief

Weaknesses

• Blindness
• Sunshine
• Strong Female's
• Rum

Other Notes

Religion

Moon Worship

Equipment

L'oki usually has a staff handy, as well as a wide assortment of different potions, herbs, and tools to use as a healer. He carries a hidden blade on his person at all times, just in case.

Rumors

The following rumors can be heard about NAME, predominantly in WHERE. (If your character has an opinion about her, feel free to add it here.)

Common rumors

• "L'oki is a prostitute."

Uncommon rumors

• "I heard of a young keeper once coming out of the forests near Coerthas, soaked head to toe in blood, when the followed the trail to where he came from, they found and entire clan of keeper's shredded to bits."

Rare rumors

• '50k for the Ladies, 150k for the Men."

Character's Rumors

• "I don't know...Something about him puts me off. There's something there, Something....Not right. I cannot quite place it but, I can almost smell it on him." --Pascht Chime

Known Haunts

You might have run into or otherwise know NAME from:

• The Quicksand
• The Drowning Wench

Thanks to

Thanks to Freelance Wizard for his template design!