Kioro Lioro

Kioro Lioro
Gender	Male
Race	Lalafell
Clan	Dunesfolk
Citizenship	Ul'dah

Character

General

Kioro is a mostly aloof character, and has been known to shy away from large cities and crowds if only because he feels uncomfortable in the company of others. Being incredibly shy he has found it very hard to make friends, but due to the recent happenings with his father he has forced himself to work with others in order to save the only family he has left. Kioro can often be found in taverns which are distanced from large cities where he searches for other adventurers to aid him in his struggle.

Appearance

He is average size by Lalafell standards and somewhat frail thanks to his adventuring lifestyle and his relatively poor eating habits. His sandy-blonde hair, when not tided back, hangs to just below his shoulders and he will often leave his bangs unkempt where they hang over his eyes and sway with the wind as he moves about. He chooses to dress, usually, in heavier attire, such as coats due to the harsh elements he has to endure in his lonely journey. During battle he will often dress in hide and studded armor to allow for better mobility.

Some may notice that he wears an oddly-shaped brooch clipped to his coat, under the flaps of the collar. It appears to be that of a silver serpent which looks similar to a wyvern that clutches a glistening emerald between it's talons. It isn't immediately apparent why the little Lalafell keeps such a feminine keepsake on his person.

Behavior

Kioro is very shy, and often times will go out of his way to avoid confrontation entirely, and if forced into it will stutter more often than not. Around friends, and those he can trust, does he feel safe enough to relax and just talk about things. He is a gentle soul and would mean no harm to anyone, going so far to offer his support to others, even during his trial. Despite this, when there is an obvious threat to those he cares for, he's the first to show his distaste and spring to action.

Combat

Kioro is an average archer at best, learning much from his father and his life as a huntsman. Despite this, he's learned a lot in his search for Litoru Aesin and his slowly approaching his father's skill with the bow.

Tendencies

Likes

• He has a strong affinity for fluffy tails, especially those of Miqo'te.
• Shiny objects make him happy.
• His friends, of which he counts very few, make him very happy.
• His father, the last of his family.
• Roegadyn, and other large races.

Dislikes

• His mother.
• Ixal.
• Canines, as he was attacked by one at a young age, only to be saved by his father.

Hobbies/Talents

• He is an apprentice leatherworker.
• Has been known to dabble in skinning and herbalism.
• Loves to sing and make merry, but rarely does so.

Relationships

Family

His only family are his mother and father. His mother, whom he knows nothing of, left his father when Kioro was only the age of six. His father, Teroro, sunk into a deep depression, but always did his best to give his son the best life he could offer him as they lived alone in the forests of Gridania. The only keepsake that Kioro has of his mother is a brooch she left behind, and his father hasn't spoken of her since, leaving Kioro completely in the dark on the subject.

Friends

He isn't that great at making friends, yet he has met a few interesting people in his adventures that just may be strong allies.

Enemies

Luckily, he hasn't made any enemies thus far.

The Story So Far

Kioro grew up in Gridania, deep in the wilderness, surrounded by nature, where his father worked as a huntsman and woodsman of small renown. While Kioro was raised like any other child in the safety and security of his home, his mother left his father at an early age, and he knows very little about her-- his father doesn't help matters in that he never spoke of her, preferring instead to keep the thoughts of his wife in the past as to not drudge up the pain of his loss. Under his father's tutelage, Kioro became skilled at hunting with the bow, and learned well to make his footfalls soft in the thick underbrush of the forests which embraced Gridania. Several cycles passed as the two lived in near solitude, with only nature to sustain them, until tragedy struck.

Not long after reaching the age of fifteen, Kioro's father, Teroro, was awoken during the night to screams and battle-cries. It would seem the Ixal had attacked an encampment several yards away from the thicket where they had made their home. Teroro bound from his bed and bade his son not to follow as he rushed out into the night. Kioro quickly leapt to his feet and gazed out the door, watching his father run into the clearing where the battle between the skilled bowmasters and lancers of the twin serpents and the tribal Ixal took place. The glow of fire, struck by the arrows of the Ixal archers, was all that illuminated the bloody fight which took place before him.

Scurrying out, and using the brush as cover, he crawled up a small hill which overlooked the battle, and watched as they all fought valiantly to defend their home. A sense of pride swell up in side of him as he saw his father fighting alongside the skilled bowmen, but he was taken aback by what he saw next:

A stray arrow darted from the thick underbrush, aimed for Teroro and the unit of archers he was fighting with. Kioro, heard the shot and birdlike cries from the East, and watched in horror as the shot pierced his father's side, driving deep into the Lalafell's ribs. Crying out, Kioro bolted down the hill to his father's side, dropping to his knees and resting his hands against Teroro's chest and side, just under where the arrow had made its mark. The other bowmasters in the unit took note of the two Lalafells and rushed towards the bushes where the Ixal marksman had taken cover, forcing it to flee into the dark cover of night as they gave chase.

Tears welled up in Kioro's eyes as he saw his father grimacing in pain on the forest floor, Teroro's bow lay at his side as he looked up at his son, lifting a hand to rest on Kioro's shoulder, reassuringly.

“Th, they couldn't kill me, boy; a hundred of the bastards couldn't. Don't cry... a man of the Lioro bloodline shouldn't show his weakness so easily.” Teroro said with a pained voice.

Kioro simply rubbed his eyes and shook his head in response. “Father... I, I should have done something, I was such a fool. P-please, rest here while I go enlist the aid of a conjurer. Please, don't leave me... don't go like mother did.”

Teroro smiled softly and shook his head before resting it back against the ground, letting out a pained grunt as the severity of the wound began to settle in. “I, I'll be fine, I've told you. Go find your conjurer if you wish, I just-– I just need to rest for a bit.”

Kioro quickly sprung to his feet and rushed into the forest for help. The battle continued late into the night, and eventually the Ixal were pushed back, but not without grave casualties on both sides of the conflict. The conjurer removed the arrow from Teroro's ribs with a bit of effort, and with magicks sealed the wound, but it was obvious to them all that something else was amiss. Teroro's voice became weaker, and more strained as time went on, and the conjurers could only assume that it was some dire poison that not even their spells could banish. The elder conjurer pulled Kioro aside, away from his father's resting chambers, and with a serious expression began to speak of options-– a subject that sat Kioro on edge.

“It's poison, as you've doubtlessly guessed. Even with my magic I was unable to cleanse his body. All that we can do now is hope to slow it until a cure is found, but, even with our combined efforts, we could only slow it for two or three weeks. Your father is strong, Kioro, but this poison is stronger; it will eventually reach his heart, and when that happens--”

The conjurer was cut short by Kioro's obvious distaste of the subject. “He dies, right?! I'm not going to let that happen! Please, tell me what I must do!”

The elder frowned lightly and shook her head in response before speaking up again. “The only hope you have is to find the rare herb 'Litoru Aesin', the last records we have of it is that it grows rarely on the backs of long-dead Goobbue. Seek it out, Kioru, but please, make haste-– you have only a short time."

With this, Kioro nodded firmly, his mind having been made up on the matter. With Ul'dah being the center of commerce for Eorzea, his sights were set on the jewel of the desert.

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Very early work in progress, will be updated and cleaned up when I have time.