Character's Name || Loqias Respin
Stage || Prentice
Race || Pure-Blooded Yaeli
Gender || Male
Path || Assassin
Hair Style and Color || Real short and boring. He doesn't have time for style. He cuts it himself, so it doesn’t have to be pretty. █ - Blue-violet, flowery color.
Skin Color || █ - Like a frappuccino.
Clothing || Raggedy, dirty, patchy. Probably too small for him. No accessories.
Description || A scarred, malnourished and real angry looking little boy. You've done literally nothing to him, and he hates you.
Age || 14
Three Base Traits|| Patient, Expressive, Mean
Additional Traits|| Asocial, Intolerant, Jealous, Clingy, Capable, Rational, Uneducated, Mad, Disciplined, Distant, Self-reliant, Callous, Forceful, Hardworking, Meticulous, Pessimistic, Resourceful, Abrasive, Dauntless
Personality||
- As his home life was never a great petri dish of growth in any format (physically, emotionally, socially, existentially), Loqias has a very narrow and darkened view of the world. The entirety of his life up until his early teenage years took place in a one-room shack with two people who hated him and each other. He has no friends, no schooling, and no concept of what a positive relationship might even look like, and he treats everyone like he has grown to expect how they will treat him.
Badly.
He is not friendly. He is not polite. He is not considerate. He has grown up in a world where if he didn’t or couldn’t take care of himself, no one else would do it for him. So Loqi will always unflinchingly do whatever needs to be done for his own well being and whims, regardless of how it affects others. He has zero empathy, and his guilt-level is basically nonexistent.
So it's probably to his (and everyone else's) benefit that he won't go out of his way to engage anyone. After a decade and a half of near-solitude, he doesn't think he needs any type of companionship, and he'll continue to believe this up until the point when he already has it. But for now, he keeps an unhealthy emotional distance between himself and everything else. Friendship? No. Trust? Laughable. Love? Fictitious.
Even if it was common and necessary, to him it sounds like an impossible and wildly problematic task, and Loqias has no interest in even giving credence to any such thing. People work better on their own. The world would function at a more reasonable level if everyone just left everyone else the hell alone. Grow your own crops. Make your own clothes. Build your own house. Don’t ask for help. If you find yourself genuinely incapable of growing or making a life necessity, garner the strength to take it from someone else. Don’t ask permission. If they want to fight about it, fight. Win.
The world was just a big ol' bag of dicks, and if it imploded on itself, that wasn't much his problem.
Favorite words: I Don't Care
History|| Unloved, unwanted, ignored.
Or ignored on a good day, anyway. Such were the moods that dominated Loqi’s young life and what he learned to mirror toward other people. Born the first and only son of an impoverished farmer and his good-for-nothing, lazy homebody of a wife, he wasn’t exactly a planned or necessary addition to their lives. His mother was continuously offended that she actually had to do anything to keep him alive (like feed and clothe him), and his father decided at the very beginning that he didn’t want to deal with a little boy who wasn’t old enough to be of use to him. To a toddler who’d done nothing but exist and who wanted nothing but a positive home life, the anger and irritation at his ‘constant interference’ was confusing, hurtful, and incomprehensible.
It wasn't like he could avoid them. Their house consisted of a single room! They hadn't passed him off to anyone else, and he didn't exactly have friends or exploring rights. It was like they wanted a plant. Something that would just sit there and grow silently until it was ready to bear fruit.
To a growing and learning teenage boy, who’d never had any chance to learn social skills with anyone beyond these two neglectful people, his parents’ upset was just a reason for him to be at least as equally mad, hateful, unhelpful, unnecessarily mean, and intolerant as they were. What started as an, albeit horrible, but virtually physically painless existence between these three unhappy entities rapidly deteriorated the near instant Loqias had the wherewithal to start defending himself.
During his youngest years, it was only muttered complaints about his uselessness and how they hadn't wanted him. When he grew old enough to question that, it turned to screaming. When Loqi decided he had just as much to scream about as anyone else, their altercations turned physical.
Due to lack of proper care and nutrition as a youngster, Loqias is significantly smaller than both his parents. These were losing battles, and though he learned to occasionally temper the worst of his rage while in their immediate presence, understand that it wasn’t out of fear. He doesn’t fear being hurt, because it’s what he’s used to. But it is senseless to fight this fight when he’s achieving so little himself. He isn’t strong or smart enough to handle these issues now. Better to wait for a more opportune time. But it better come quick.
He’s getting tired of losing.
