Liivi of kha

Character Biography

He once had a name.
He once had a culture.
All of these things were lost...but he still has a future.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Standing at 8 fulms/2 ilms, Liivi's particular sect of Kha existed on a now since long-destroyed and even longer forgotten Island of Fenthryka, until the greed of his Warchief Father brought devastation and destruction in the form of a Voidsent Invasion and the corruption of his Father, who had shed any form of humanity to become the daemonic entity, 'Monolith'.Assumed to be the sole survivor of this catastrophe, Liivi found himself lost and adrift at sea, before washing ashore near Ul'dah to be discovered by a traveling group of Slavers, outlaws with no ties to Garlea yet still of their lands. It was there at the Silver Bazaar he earned his his name, the Garlean numerals "L I I V I" forever magically branded upon his breast.Under their "tender mercies", L, I, I, V, I, or Liivi for short, the already tall Au Ra was subject to medical and magickal experimentation, enhancing his muscle density, strength and agility as well as durability. His aether, forever altered, is now something he can no longer himself actively control, but a font of great magnitude, accessible only through post hypnotic suggestion, code phrasing and verbal commands.To forbid him from ever accessing these newfound abilities himself, the Slavers physically removed his larynx and surgically installed microscopic runic scarring upon the remaining flesh of his throat, blocking regeneration through magick outright.However, one day, without any preamble, he simply broke his fetters, slaughtered his captors and left. Years of captivity undone in a matter of moments as if it were sheer whimsy on his part. Survivors of the butchery remarked that "He moved like a man possessd" and "They weren't sure where that dog even came from!"Regardless of testimony, all who lived recount Liivi's nightmarish departure recall it with the same account: A fenrisian pup that no one had ever seen before had managed to make it into his holding complex and, somehow, leave with him, riding his shoulder, completely unscathed. Now, many moons after, Liivi wanders the world with no direction, no real way to communicate, a host of hungry animal friends he's met along the way and a skillset best fit for mercenary work.The Struggle Continues.Meanwhile, obscured within The Veil, Monolith dreams of plots of and schemes that threaten to take their own forms as he gathers his strength to make his eventual return...

A Gentle Giant
a tempest of rage
a kid at heart

- Straight- He/Him- LGBTQ+ Friendly- Despite the horror, despite the pain, Liivi is always and forever showing a mild, or gentle disposition. Moves slowly and deliberately to avoid spooking others and displays an almost shocking level of strength control-Capable of disturbing levels of jagged-edged violence.- Always smiling. Unless in combat. In which case, don't be the thing fighting him. Just don't. Please don't...- Able to regenerate at an astonishing speed and survive wounds considered fatal-Medically and Magickally enhanced super strength, speed and durability- Roughly 35 standard years old- A Beastmaster at heart, has a large collection of animals ranging from tint to titanic that follow him and for lack of better terms, seem utterly devoted to their bond with him- Robbed of voice, ignorant of written languages and utterly unteachable, Liivi communicates through gesticulation and props, or through the various animals about him who aetherically channel his mood and are able to understand his commands via gestures

Disposition and Hooks

Likes-Fighting
-Seeking out new experiences
-Food. All of it. (Yes. ALL of the food.)
-Those who treat friends and family with kindness
-Those who treat foes of the realm with scorn and destruction
-Mysticism and Folklore
-AMINALS
-Being sung or read to=====================Dislikes
-Judgemental attitudes
-Cruelty upon those who cannot defend themselves
-Robots (They have no souls!)
-Wasting resources for no discernible reason
-Being alone in the dark
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Hooks- Are you a Historian? A well read one? Chances are you've heard legends of the Island of Fenrythka, said to be home of mythical warriors and magi. You would know of some of the runework he wears. Perhaps it's something of interest...? A new lead...or a big break?- Are you advanced in the field of Medicae? A White Mage with something to prove, or just someone who enjoys medical malpractice for the love of the game? The scarring on his throat is not only noticable, given the scales, but detectably amateurish. Those familiar with anatomy will be able to discern quickly due to the near noiseless sound of his breathing, there are important things missing in there. Can you restore it? Do you even have the tools to try to understand it?And, for those who are particularly aetherically gifted in the medical arts, what is this you sense in there...? It feels like a rancid, cloying thing. Like...oppression. Like...Silence.- Gifted with Aethersight? Are you able to see that which flows within others? There are no veins here, no clockwork-like mechanics to ensure everything is in working order. It's just there, filling the entirety of his being, as if it were taking place of all the delicate, soft meat within and instead was just skin inflated by aether. But what's this? There's something within it. Something discernably not him, yet existing within this living aetheric water-tower. It can't be comfortable. Maybe it's a concern for you? Maybe it's a tool you can use? Maybe it's a threat that needs to be stopped?- Chefs of Eorzea and beyond! Your greatest patron is here! There have been tales of a massive, barbaric Xaela making his way into venues and gatherings and absolutely DEMOLISHING open food bars. There are whispers that his belly is, in fact, bottomless however, the same is said of his gil purse. Those who manage to satisfy this behemoth tell tales of being granted vast swathes of wealth. Of course they've "already spent it all" so, who's to say?- Bloodpit Enthusiasts! One would have seen a large Xaela fitting Liivi's description fighting for several years in the pits of Ul'dah, before up and vanishing. Some tales say that the combatant simply got tired of being restrained, broke his bonds and left, simple as. Others, say that a slave, through experimentation and surgery, went berserk. A Test Tube Experiment gone haywire. Are you a fan of Bloodsports? Are you a past slaver? Interested in blending the alchemical arts and flesh? Are you one who takes pity on those in the Pits? Perhaps you see an opportunity?- General Adventuring information holds tale of a large man of Xaelic origin pillaging and plundering bandit camps across Eorzea. It also holds to the idea that his wealth accumulated thus far is vast and a great deal of Allagan Technology has been stolen from various grave robbers and thieves that could possibly be recovered or studied.-Those who are gifted with the ability to commune with animals will know and hear of an innate appreciation of what they refer to as "The Wyldling". Animals will generally respond positively to Liivi's presence.This is not always the case, however.-A nobleman Xaela of Ishgard's daughter has gone missing and he will "do anything to find his darling precious pumpkin". A reward of several million gil has been issued for her return with additional instructions: "Contact Richard Inhend upon apprehension." A name known throughout a few shelters for women and exactly for what you're thinking of. Maybe worse.The instructions specifically state "some damage acceptable."Is this your type of job? Or perhaps...you're just trying to help? Maybe you think you're doing both.============================HISTORICAL TERMINOLOGYThese Terms only exist in the history of the Fenthrykian people, it's one known remaining son, and the Father that damned them all. Much of this culture is lost to time or fire and flame. However, a small smattering of books from long dead authors detail the findings of this civilization and with the right amount of dedication (and the right Librarium), one would be able to find the following information on the Forgotten People of Fenthryka:Ghoti - Women of high position were referred to as "Ghoti" in Liivi's clan, a term of respect and admiration, for they were among the wisest and most powerful when it came to weaving aether in various ways. Liivi holds women who conduct magic in the highest regard. Comparable to 'Sama' inflections of the Hingan dialect.Rout - The title of males who participate in hand to hand combat on behalf of the Ghoti. To be of the Rout is the highest honor a man can hold in Fenthryka, as it promises favor from the Gods and Ghoti alike.Underverse - The Aetherial Sea/The Void. Only in rare, extreme cases would this term be used, as the Underverse is seen as a dark and wicked place that no man nor Ghoti should ever tread lightly.Oververse - Space/The Heavens/Anything to do with going up above the planet in either a real or contextual basis.The Red Snow - The Rout are firmly instilled with the belief that when they die, their souls will sleep soundly within the Red Snow of the Underverse until an ancestor or Ghoti of whom they've won good favor of, comes to walk with them to the Oververse.Wyrd - Usually governs magic, but also fate itself.Morkai - The Wolf God of Death. The people of Liivi's homeland believed in a malevolent wolf-god that stalks them through the Underverse, whose bite heralds the end of life or "the cutting of one's thread".Maleficarum - Foul or blood magic, curses and anything to do with Dynamis or daemonic activity.