Oliwat Kokiwat
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| Oliwat Kokiwat | |
 “Hm!” | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Lalafell |
| Clan | Plainsfolk |
| Citizenship | None |
| Age | 42 |
| Sexuality | Heterosexual |
| Occupation | Explorer, Cataloger, Cartographer, Researcher, Adventurer, Tinkerer, (notorious) Meddler, etc. |
| Guardian | Thaliak |
| Namesday | 4th sun of the 3rd Astral moon |
| Theme | The Eagles -- Journey of the Sorcerer |
Contents
Character
Oliwat Kokiwat, the Very Last of the Rattlepacks (as he is so surprisingly happy to inform you he is), is a Lalafell possessing plenty of purpose, yet somehow at the same time lacking any sort of direction in its entirety. A wanderer by trade, in tandem with the teachings and history of his entire family, stretching all the way back to its start, Oliwat (or Oli, as those close to him prefer) is the writer and guardian for the newest incarnation of the Rattlepack Guide, his family’s grand project to take down everything about the world that wanderers would ever need to know.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t blow it.
Appearance
Oliwat is rather tall for a Lalafell (assuming that one can tell), which, at least to others of his kind, might qualify as his defining trait. Regardless of what he’s wearing (usually loose robes or light clothing), Oliwat always carries a pack of some sort with him, which rattles with all sorts of strange objects that may be concealed within. For part of the Rattlepack way, after all, is to be prepared with as many things as one may need.
Perhaps, either for the sake of standing out, or to accent his height, Oliwat is rather fond of hats, especially those of a certain conical and magical variety, which he usually does not hesitate to place upon his head, especially if it would neatly match whatever robes he happens to have on at the time. His hair, colored a dark green to roughly resemble the plains his people come from, is bunched up into neat braids on the top and along the sides of his head, while the rest, although short, flows freely in-between. His ears are long for a Lalafell, and surprisingly pointy as well, which leaves him with a slight distaste for hoods, often declaring them uncomfortable.
His Mammet, Clatterpouch, often accompanies him around the world.
Behaviour
Quite the chirpy and curious sort, Oliwat has a certain unsatisfiable drive for discovery that is known to get him into a wide variety of trouble on many occasions. Despite this, he manages to remain a particularly positive individual, believing that regardless of the problem that you find yourself with at the moment, there is always something, or someone, somewhere out there in this great big world of ours that is more than capable of fixing it. And should you need help finding whatever the solution to your problem is, he would be more than thrilled to see you through to your destination, and beyond. For as far as he’s concerned, the payment is in the Journey. Such is the Rattlepack Way, they say.
Combat
Oliwat fiddles with all three of the main magics of the world in some capacity, though seems to have placed most of his talents in Thaumaturgy, for the sake of self-defense. His tactics are somewhat standard for a moderately-talented Thaumaturge, and it is clear that he does not practice that craft as often as he could, or as he should, and has the potential for much more, should he ever attempt to apply himself.
Should he find himself stuck without a staff, however, he has inscribed a series of geometric glyphs for Arcanist purposes within his Guidebook. His skill in the Arcane arts is nothing more than a novice’s level, which of course makes sense considering his Thaumaturgic bend. Due to recent events, however, he is putting an increased focus in Conjuration, as it would seem that there is certainly no shortage of people he knows hurting themselves.
Oddly, rather than use his magic to simply blast people to death, Oliwat manages to get through fights using minimal, clever uses of magic. Subtle things, such as making his foe trip over a few raised rocks, blowing them off of their feet with a well-placed gust of wind, heating an enemy's armor, or frosting their joints until they can't move are more his style as opposed to all-out destruction.
Tendancies
- ■ Variations of “Hum” and “Hm” tend to dot his dictation when he speaks.
- ■ Always packs at least three sandwiches with him at any given time, just in case he may need them for whatever reason.
- ■ Yells “waaaagh!” in times of trouble or stress.
- ■ Greatly enjoys spouting facts reasonably helpful to one’s current situation.
- ■ He has a hard time accepting money for doing most jobs, especially if the client is not particularly wealthy.
Likes
- ■ Writing
- ■ Wandering
- ■ Sandwiches
- ■ Magic
- ■ Machinery
Dislikes
- ■ Being carried
- ■ Being dropped
- ■ Being stepped on
- ■ Being called short
- ■ Having to fight physically
Hobbies/Talents
- ■ Various forms of magic
- ■ Writing (and drawing, to some extent)
- ■ Tinkering (mostly with his Mammet)
- ■ Plays the meanest banjo you've ever seen.
Favorites
- ■ Favourite Food/Drink: Pick a sandwich, any sandwich.
- ■ Favourite Place: The plains of La Noscea.
- ■ Favorite Weather: Clear and sunny, with a slight breeze.
- ■ Favorite Season: Summer.
- ■ Favorite Color: Blue.
- ■ Favorite Scents: Flowers, cheese.
Relationships
- ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Sexual Desire ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral Standing ● Poor Standing
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History/Timeline
Oliwat Kokiwat was born to two of the most eccentric Lalafell in perhaps one of the most eccentric Lalafell families to ever romp around Eorzea. Living in a seemingly average thatched hut out on the plains with their fellow Lalafell, Oliwat and the rest of the Rattlepacks were a relatively content family, assuming that they managed (or cared) to stay in one place at the time. Which was, for better or worse, very rare.
As was the Rattlepack custom, the young Oliwat was raised not by his family, but by the village that lived near them It was a long-standing family tradition that while the rest went off on their wonderful romps throughout the known world, the youngest of the litter remained behind in the village, tending to the house and learning all the little things that Lalafell need to know in order to find their way through life. There were, however, very real reasons for this practice. The first, of course, was that it is quite dangerous out there, and many beasts throughout the world seem to have taken an awful liking to the consumption of the littlest of Lalafell children, and that was simply something that no one in the family would wish for the young Oliwat. The second, and perhaps more important reason as far as the Rattlepacks were concerned, was that he had not developed the Rattles yet.
Some Rattlepacks merely believed that the Rattles were nothing more than an old family joke, while others believed that it were as true and apparent as the sun and the sky, or the ground and the grass. The Rattles, you see, are the reason why all Rattlepacks eventually decide they've had enough of the house life, and finally set foot out into the rolling lands beyond. Unfortunately, Oliwat was a rather late bloomer. The poor Lalafell, year after year, never had any desire whatsoever to step beyond the door, and month after month, his family would visit and attempt to entice him to come with them, to absolutely no avail. So, he stayed in his hut, maintaining the trophies and clockwork contraptions his family brought back from across Eorzea, until the Calamity happened.
The others were out in the world at the time, with Oli, now an adult, still stuck in his house on his own accord. Hurrying into the basement, and hoarding as many as the family treasures as he could, he waited along with the Mammet designed to keep him company for all those years, and plenty of food. Days, weeks, a month, perhaps went by before Oliwat finally ran out of things to eat (most likely sandwiches), and was forced to see just how horribly the world above had been changed. The ground was intact, at least, and the villagers were still around, but even once repairs had been completed, and the village brought back to the way it was, there was no sign of the remainder of the Rattlepacks.
Somewhat saddened, Oliwat remained in his modest abode, polishing the treasures of times past, tinkering with the curiosities and contraptions that remained in his possession, and carefully straightening each and every portrait of the family's most famous members throughout history. Then, a full five years after the Calamity, another Lalafell, a childhood friend of his, had finally had enough.
Although the speech he gave to Oliwat may not have been as rousing as one would hope such a speech to be, it did finally get the old gears going in Oliwat's head for the first time. Over the few following weeks, the tales left behind by the others grew increasingly enticing, their treasures ever more fantastic, and their grand project, the now-very-much-outdated Rattlepack Guide, infinitely more interesting.
And so, fully into his adulthood, the Rattles finally inched their way into Oliwat's head, and he grabbed his pack, his Mammet, and took off into the world for the first time, with the cheers of his village following behind.
Footnotes
Oliwat's Writings: The Rattlepack Guide, The Rattlepack Bestiary.
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