Lokir
Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2021 5:13 pm
LOKIR
Details
Full Name: Lokir
Race: Mixed Blood (Human/Lysanrin)
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 190 lbs.
Birthdate: 21 Searing 94
Birthplace: Zaichaer
Profession: Thief / Problem Solver
Housing: Lives in Zaichaer
Partners: None.
Titles: None.
Factions: None.
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Apart from what have grown into a notable set of horns atop the head of the half-blood, Lokir appears remarkably normal and non-threatening. At five feet and ten inches in height he isn't looming over many and he possesses a leaner build that indicated quickness more than strength. His beard has grown out enough to be noticeable but not enough to be pulled in a fight and his hair is similarly cut short. Lokir has an angular but soft face with slightly sunken eyes that are a light blue in their natural state... though he has rarely been seen with them in that shade. His eye color shifts on a spectrum of light blue to a deep blue to black depending on his mood.
He often wears dark shades of otherwise vibrant colors- reds, yellows, and greens so dark they seem black in the moonlight. The most notable part of Lokir's appearance are the two horns that sprout from his forehead and curl gently back along his head. The horns are rough in texture and the tip of the right one has a small chip missing from the tip of it. Lokir often attempts to conceal his horns with a hood.
Personality
Lokir is a schemer, manipulator, and back stabber to those who have not earned his loyalty and to those who have... he is all those things and a decent conversationalist. He is a man scorned who refuses to be scorned again and he believes that the only way to avoid being hurt or betrayed is to be the apex being. There are few things he would not do in pursuit of power but he likes to think he is far from reckless. He does not look upon the world with passive disgust but when he thinks deeply about things he often finds himself peeling them apart until he dislikes and is willing to dispose of them. If he is capable of true compassion, he certainly doesn't think so.
History
Lokir was born in Zaichaer and spent the majority of his youth believing he was one of three human siblings who were the children of a peasant seamstress and a cobbler. However when horns sprout from the sides of your head it becomes a little more difficult to argue you are just that. Lokir noticed before his family. He tried to conceal it at first with headbands and hoods but eventually he had to let his family know. He told his mother first and she told him a story about a passionate night with a Stormborne lysanrin, who's name she could not remember. He had come through the town in rush and they met only briefly before... Lokir's mother tried to portray the mystifying beauty of the man but it didn't make sense to him how two strangers could come together in such short a time. She said the Stormborne was his father and that he'd been hunted and killed shortly after they met but she did not know for sure. She knew she wanted Lokir to be careful and because of the story he was afraid.
He was young, the truth was hard and he never looked at the cobbler who had been his father the same. They were liars, both his mother and the adoptive father, and they would not have revealed the lie if they had a choice but the horns growing forced their hand. His real father was no better- dust in the wind. The only people Lokir ever grew to really care about were his siblings Balder and Helen. They grew together and became the closest knit group that would ever come to despise each other. When Lokir's horns grew in it was Helen, his younger sister, who proposed that he tell people his mother had been cursed. When their mother passed of sickness a few years later the lie became more convincing. In simple terms, the trio decided after the loss of their mother that none of them wanted to be born and die as what they were.
They had different dreams, but each one dreamed of being better than cobblers and seamstresses. Balder wanted to be a knight, Helen wanted to be a queen, Lokir just wanted to be part of their family. As close as they were, he could never quite shake the feeling that they thought less of him because he was something else. Helen's pursuits lead her down a darker path while Balder's lead him to the Order of Reconciliation. Lokir was caught in the middle with a brother who grew into a staunchly anti-magic mindset and sister who thought turning to sorcery would help her achieve a throne. Well, sorcery and crime. Helen decided at an early age that morals didn't get you as far as a silver tongue and immoral deeds. Balder tried to be the big brother he was but Helen never thought he was anything more than a lecturer.
Lokir got the best of both worlds, he learned about how to stop magic from his brother and he learned about magic from his sister who seemed to delve deeper and deeper into the dark while Lokir coasted between them. Zaichaer was not a friendly city for a mage or non-human and while Lokir's long held lie about being cursed helped a little, it did not stop people from looking at him like the non-human he was. It was hard for him to find work and while Balder avidly tried to recruit him into the Order, Lokir knew he could not bare working for people that would likely take his head if they knew the things he thought. His connection to Balder came with some advantages that allowed him to explore the secrets of his blood but the opportunities were few and far between over the years. He did not encounter many mages in Zaichaer, even fewer who he could siphon aether from, but every once and a while he'd find himself alone with a minuscule dragonshard.
Over time his sister learned things their brother would have reported her for and upon being reported, she'd have been rounded up and executed. She learned, but she assured Lokir that she did not practice. Balder told her not to look into magic because it was wrong, Lokir told her not to do it because it was not safe in Zaichaer. Anywhere else they could have managed but they could not hide it from their brother forever. It seemed Helen definitively agreed. Balder was killed shortly after the conversation- stabbed in the back while crossing from the West End to the East End on his way to their home near Willowby Street.
Lokir knew Helen had done it but he couldn't bring himself to turn his sister in and when he confronted her about it she turned the murder on him. She convinced him the Order would take him as well and fabricate a reason to sentence him. He was not human and she was so they'd take her word and she would not hesitate to blame him for the murder. He was 'the cursed child' after all. Perhaps the curse made him crazy? He could do nothing to get justice that would not also destroy him. So he did nothing and he lived under her thumb for a while before he fell in with a group of thieves who helped him make enough money to move away from his sister. She was not happy, but she could not come up with a reason to keep him. Having him around was a liability for her increasingly dangerous studies anyways.
A few years passed but Lokir never forgot what he learned from his sister. He'd spent most of his life trying to hold his family together and they'd about killed each other. He was tired of living for other people. He was tired of the work, the service, and the prejudice. So he set out to become something that did not have to put up with any of those things, and he pursues that path today by studying the secrets of his race and arts he would have never considered before. In Zaichaer the path to power was not one easily paved but Lokir is set on paving it regardless. He moved to the Knob because it was a good place to lay low for someone with horns growing out of his head but he has no plans to remain there forever.
