"Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. Between the two, my life flows."

Arik Nokhoi
Age: 26
He/Him
Status: Married
Eye color: Honey Yellow
Hair: Brown

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01.     ~ Arik is a somewhat short xaela with a lean runner's physique, often wrapped in the red and gold of his tribal colors. His traditional attire is conservative and modest, but employment at Nightshade and encouragement from his wife have influenced more rebellious additions to his wardrobe. A mask always conceals the lower half of his face, hidden since he turned six. Few have ever seen his full features, as showing them is considered an intimate act of trust.~02.     ~ A leather satchel sits on his left hip with iron buckles engraved with runic patterns that softly glow an icy blue. On his right hip are a pair of handles carved from bone, and sporting the same runic etchings on their surfaces. Most recently he has begun to carry a pair of swords on his back. These blades show all the signs of masterful craftsmanship, and their luster is improved when exposed to moonlight.~03.     ~ Arik's state of mind is typically 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 see how they are doing. The binding nature of his tribe's traditions limits his ability to acquire a formal education, which is compensated by his effort to hear of and learn about the experiences of others.~

04.     ~ 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 the leather pouch at his hip. 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.~

    ~ 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. ~

    ~ Nearly a decade as 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 continentSuccess finally came when he was offered a job at Saint Reinette's University and Orphanage as a groundskeeper. There he found peace in providing a healthy atmosphere for those that attend, aided by his trusty assistant Toba.After long 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 viera like no other, and during the time that their love blossomed she gifted him a great deal of knowledge such as how to read and write.That love was nearly sundered at the hands of the Mogoi, a tribe of xaela in service to The Serpent of One Thousand Eyes. Arik was taken from his home and hidden away, and when he finally escaped he found nearly half a year had passed. The reunion with his wife was traumatic, and it took some time to resolve the pain left behind the in wake of his kidnapping.With his marriage reforged, Arik has dedicated himself to filling his wife's wounded heart with all the love that burns bright in his chest, and preparing for revenge against the snake worshipers that nearly cost him she whom he can not live without. ~

Yvet Austeen - R'sha (Wife)
      ^{"She who would be my companion, in adventure and hardship, I am hers forever."}
_{An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart and a beautiful mind. To Arik, everything she says sounds like a song, and even her silence is music. Yvet was the first woman to make Arik feel comfortable in his own skin, and he is proud of the man he has become by her guidance and love. Having survived their most recent trials, his devotion to his wife is ironclad and absolute.}.                                                                                                           .Toba - Pet?
      ^{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 his home with Yvet. 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.}.                                                                                                           .Friend Shaped Open Space
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