Arik Nokhoi
At a glance...
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Status: Taken
Eye color: Honey Yellow
Hair: Brown
A bit on the shorter side for a xaela, Arik keeps a lean and fit figure that is most commonly wrapped in the red and golds of his tribal colors. He tends to dress modestly, and always keeps his face concealed as is the Nokhoi custom for an unwed male. Few have ever seen his full features, as showing them is considered an intimate act of trust. The only weapons he carries are a pair of handles bound to his left hip, carved from bone and engraved with runic symbols that reflect moonlight.Arik's disposition is one of cheerful curiosity. It is all too easy him to simply walk up to someone and say hello, following up with all sorts of questions born of a genuine desire to learn. The binding nature of his tribe's traditions limits his ability to acquire any formal education, which is compensated by his effort to learn by doing.As the last of his tribe, Arik has done his best to maintain the traditions of his culture. While imposing strict limits on him as a male in a traditionally matriarchal society, he finds solace in the spirit-soothing rituals that fill out his day. He will often be found gravitating towards sources of flame to gaze within, practicing the forms of his people's unique martial art, or plucking a seemingly random object to be placed in a rune engraved leather pouch at his waist. Though viewed as quaint by many, his quest to search within his soul for meaning has lead to one or two nuggets of naïve wisdom that has helped the hearts of those he calls dear friend.
The Nokhoi Tribe, and The Tale Thus Far...
Tucked away in the northern mountains of Azim, the Nokhoi tribe were a matriarchal people that valued isolation and introspection rather then involving themselves in the conflicts that plagued local tribes. Much of their culture revolved around the reverence of lunar wolves, a nocturnal species of canidae that they believed communed with the full moon. They trained warriors skilled in a unique martial art meant to harness the totem animal's spirit in their blood, and was treated as the first step on what they referred to as the 'Great Path'. This Path was a journey every Nokhoi male was destined to take, meant to mirror the epic stories told through grand oration by the tribe's Oathmasters. Tales of blood-soaked souls finding redemption and peace, learning to cultivate life rather than merely take it away.After an unexplained calamity caused the disappearance of the entire tribe, Arik returned home from a single day's journey to find his people gone. Not a trace remained of the Nokhoi, as though they had simply been scooped up from the earth never to be seen again.Many years have passed since that day. A chance encounter in Reunion with a free company opened up opportunities for the young Arik, which he embraced as they flew him back to Eorzea to find a new life rather than continue to wander his homeland and risk absorption by another tribe. At first he bounced back and forth among various places as he tried to find somewhere to fit in the melting pot of cultures that was the continent.
Success finally came when he was offered a job at Saint Reinette's University and Orphanage as groundskeeper. There he found peace in providing a healthy atmosphere for those that attend, aided by his trusty assistant Toba.After many years of service to the school, something within the young wolf's heart told him it was time to move on. He wandered almost aimlessly, and waited to discover what new opportunities his Path would reveal. That journey led him into the arms of a special viera, and during the time that their love blossomed, she gifted him a great deal of knowledge such as how to read and write.A recent traumatic experience has left his demeanor darkened and heart broken, one he is both hesitant to discuss and even more reluctant to properly process. Rather than work it out, he has found himself in less than reputable company and partakes in numerous arenas where he puts his tribe's martial art to use for savage display.
Toba, The Karakul Queen
Toba is Arik's pet sheep, brought from Azim (and spared no expense to do so, as he tells it) to aid him in tending the yard of Saint Reinette's University and Orphanage. For there is no finer breed of sheep, none whose wool is more lush and comforting and whose appetites are more refined.She is prima donna incarnate. Toba is convinced that not only is Arik her personal servant who sought out a chariot (airship) to carry her aloft the heavens to her new realm (Eorzea), but that the the various races are the peasants and serfs of her new grand fiefdom.
OOC
RP Partners must be 21+
Mare Code on Request
Mirror RP'er with a preference for long term.
Walk ups always welcome! He needs friends and sparring partners!
In-game preference, discord possible for communication but I prefer not to give mine out willy nilly.Romance not possible and no random ERP. Arik is happily married and monogamous.Slice of Life to Mature/Dark and in-between. The truth about his tribe's origins and those linked below can make him very impressionable, something a morally grey (or worse) character could take advantage of if they come to realize it. Communication is key.Deeply buried themes of existential dread and Lovecraftian horror, but This is reserved for long term writing partners.His inspiration and appearance came from a labrador retriever that I fostered named Darcy, and I suppose this is my way of 'keeping' her because I was not in a position to adopt. Hope you find him as loveable as I did her.If you enjoy this character you may also like my other animal aspect tribes (and one sad midlander) listed below.
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