✞꙳𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤꙳✞
To put it blunt and simple, no, Louka is not exactly from the world of Eorzea. He simply woke up and found himself taken aback by his new surroundings; and unknown to him at the time....his new home. A pale skin Miqo'te...born from thin air, with nothing but the clothing on his back and his name. He had no memory of where he came from, or if he even had a family.
It is truly unknown how Louka came to be in Eorzea. But not long after 'stumbling' into the new world, he was found by slave traders upon the lone docks of Aleport, in Limsa Lominsa. Needless to say, his mysterious appearance matter not in the undercrofts of the black market. All that seemed to matter was that he had a 'pretty face' worth a decent amount of gil.
It was not long before he was purchased by a shady pirate, a captain by the name Edroixwynn Skoenbaen. He was forced to endure the man’s distasteful desires while trapped at sea. For five years...he was practically kept as a prisoner. Only allowed to wander on deck if he “behaved”, but never truly allowed to leave the ship itself; even when it docked for business and/or provisions. He was the captain’s property after all. His most prized “gem of the sea”. For five years...he had to endure. Five years of having to confuse unimaginable torment, pain, and sometimes...pleasure; be it by his ‘master’ or on unlucky occasions...the crew-members themselves. After a year, he could no longer decipher between “love” and pure “lust”. What is pain? What is pleasure? His mind may have even long broken, but his spirit...still remained strong. So much so, that he began to execute a plan, years in the making. He would get his freedom.
One by one, crew members began to grow mysteriously ill during voyages. And with their travels lasting for weeks, sometimes even months out at sea; medical treatment was limited. Many crew members perished. Little did they know, someone had been lacing their food and beverages with poison. As the numbers dwindled, some abandoned their posts, while new hires refused to join; all in fear they could be next. It was beginning to drive the captain mad; he was at the brink of insanity and paranoia. He could only trust and find comfort in the one who seemed to always stay by his side...his priceless “gem”.
At least, until that faithful night. When even Cpt. Edoixwynn Skoenbaen took an “accidental” tumble from his personal chamber window. It’s a shame the man never learned how to swim. Nor that anyone could hear his desperate cries as the ship continued to sail without him; leaving him to his fate.
With the chains finally broken and his “master” gone, Louka took what he could carry and managed to sneak off the ship when next it docked at Moraby Drydocks in Lower La Noscea. From there, he was able to catch a ferry and return to the ports of Limsa Lominsa, where he continued to offer his “services” so as not to go hungry. After all, his “master” made it clear that his body was all he had of value.
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Months after, Louka soon ran into a charming Au Ra male by the name of Miyu Onishi; literally. After having stolen some bread from a culinarians guild, Louka turned a sharp corner and practically tumbled into someone carrying a tower of tomes. Regardless, Louka staggered back to his feet and tried to continue with his escape....until a strong hand snatched him by his tail and practically yanked him into a convenient but tight custodian croft. To his surprise, the tactic saved him. His pursuers ran by without sparing a glance. Curiously, he looked to his 'savior' in question.
"You're...not going to turn me in?"
The Au Ra was too busy dusting himself to reply right away. It was not until the other straighten his crooked glasses and glanced up, that Louka was met with a stern expression, but kind duel-colored eyes. "That depends...you going to help me pick up those books?" The petite man huffed. Despite the firmness in that voice, the Au Ra was...smiling.
It was the beginning of an awkward, yet bountiful friendship; and a grueling start to Louka's training as a healer.
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✞꙳P𝕣e𝕤ent꙳✞
Much has changed throughout the years. Through multitudes of strangers soon to become friends, loved ones, and much more. Louka dares to admit he may have "grown up" since meeting his mentor. Well, no, not really. If anything, folks would say otherwise. He's either more closed off from the reality around him, or simply unhinged as fuck. Needless to say, not a day goes by that he ain't living life to the fullest and always on the edge. Plenty of bad choices. No regrets!
But oh, the joys of having poor reading skills. When Louka first heard of fantasia potions, he thought nothing of them. He's grown to love who he is for a long time... well, a little bit. Okay, not really. However, upon having one of his "self-care" sessions, leave it to the idiot Miqo'te to mistake one of his MANY lube bottles.... for a fucking fanta-bottle. Probably what he gets for stealing them. It only took that one mistake to change his entire outlook on life. And not in a good way.. at first.
It may have taken a week for his mentor to produce a 'cure' for his literal 'little' problem, but at least Louka learned something out of this mess. As a Lalafell, you can basically get away with a lot of things. Including setting strangers' shoes on fire. Fun times! Upon receiving another bottle of the "forbidden juice" as he likes to call it, his mentor decided to finally educate him on exactly how one works the potion.
"You can choose to regain your old form, or.." he lifts a finger, "..choose another."
And to his own surprise, Louka thought hard on it. For so long he's gazed into multiple mirrors and hated the one who stared back. Always filled with self-loathing. It disgusted him to no end.
"A new face, aye? Fuck it then.."
With proper focus and guidance from his mentor, Louka became the self-proclaimed gecko he is now. And damn did it make him feel good! Staring into the mirror intently, for once, painted lips stretch into a rather impish grin. No longer did the chains of self-hate coil around his neck to drag him into that cursed pit of despair. No more did he feel the heinous claws of his 'tormentor' raking at his mind; rebirthing such dark memories. No more.
"Not bad," his mentor chuckles, "..what do you plan to do now?"
Peering over to the petite Raen, Louka simply stares. He then smiles.
"What the fuck else? Gonna fuck my own brains out with this!" He jeers as he grips his newly fond tail and wiggles it comically. They say the sound of his mentor facepalming could still be heard echoing throughout all of Eorzea to this day.