Lokir

Quotes:

"You're not gonna kill me!"

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me."

Name: Lokir

Alias(es): Horse Thief

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Human, Nord

Appearance: Lokir is around 6 ft with brown hair and at times a dirty face. He is usually seen wearing ragged clothing.

Occupation: None

Personality: Lokir despite his progress is still a coward at heart and will run away when things go south.

Equipment/Weapon(s):

Imperial longsword

Steel longsword

Powers/Abilities:

Alteration magic

Conjuration magic

Destruction magic

Illusion magic

Restoration magic

Flaws/Weaknesses: Cowardly at times.

Bio: During the events of the Elder Scrolls Skyrim, Lokir was among the captured criminals being taken to Helgen. Lokir was about to steal a horse and was going to make his way to Hammerfell, when he was captured in an ambush set up by the Imperial Army in order to capture Stormcloaks. During the ride to Helgen Lokir berates Ralof, a member of the Stormcloaks, for causing so much trouble that the Imperials caught him riding towards Hammerfell when the soldiers were looking for Stormcloaks. He then tells the Last Dragonborn, who is also among the prisoners on the cart, that neither of them should be here, only to be told that all of them are now "brothers and sisters in binds".

When he finds out that he is riding with Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, and therefore will be executed along with the others in the cart, Lokir becomes terrified and desperately tries to tell the Imperials that he is not a Stormcloak. However, his pleas fall on deaf ears, with Ralof telling him to face his death with some courage, and he is ordered to the chopping block. In a final bid for survival, Lokir attempts to flee the execution, only to be shot down by Imperial archers.

Though due to the horrible aim of the archers the arrow that supposedly killed him struck the horse thief in his knee, something that would more than likely bring shame to any man or woman though not Lokir. Playing dead he waited as Alduin began destroying Helgen Lokir managed to limp away during the mass confusion. Meeting a seemingly kindly witch in the wilderness named Anise she healed Lokir's knee injury from the arrow. Lokir grateful stayed helping the witch for several days and keeping her company. During those several days the witch gave Lokir a few lessons in magic, namely novice level destruction magic. Lokir after many failed attempts finally managed to create a small but steady stream of arcane flames from his hands learning a simple spell, but a spell none the less.

After some runs ins with trouble on his adventures in JusticeForce Lokir began training and studying for days and days learning as many spells as he could and honing his skills. As a result Lokir's arcane knowledge and power increased as did his combat prowess.