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Loakee

Loakee / Red Jester

Name Loakee
Status
Active
Occupation
Street performer / Jester
Age
Adult
Race
Man
Residence
Wanders around
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Loakee is best defined by his rakish profile, dazzling smile, and extroverted personality that thrives while amidst the crowd.

He maneuvers through most social environs with enviable ease, naturally gifted with a strong personal magnetism which he merrily employs to the fullest upon his ever growing list of acquaintances. His charming smile and self-assured attitude usually carries him easily throughout encounters both friendly and hostile, facing down the world armed with no more than his wits, quick tongue, and speedy legs should it come down to flight.
 

Loakee's choice of attire is practical, comfortable, but tasteful, his figure is lean and unassuming, giving no hint at his wiry gymnast's musculature. Pinning down his origins judging from his looks, accent, or possession is a hopelessly useless endeavor, as each of these appear to subtly shift to suit his newest surroundings. He is often found proudly showing off a dapper, wide-brimmed hat adorned with an impressively proportioned peacock feather.
 

He stands at a respectably tall height of 1.80cm (or 6ft), his face sculpted by prominent cheekbones and a chiseled jaw with a robust beard and a dense spraying of stubble. Loakee might be considered a conventionally handsome figure, though marred with a long-faded but unmistakable scar that crawls from his left brow, past the bridge of his nose, to his right cheek. But neither of this accounts for his most distinctive feature, his eyes are the hazel of a hole in a meadow - brown surrounded by a touch of green, bluish on the borders of his iris, shining through with his own light when combined with his smile.

 

Background

"Fool's Gold"
 

 Somewhere in a market square
The cobblestone still shine
Glassy eyes behold the sight
Through another cup of wine...
The one eyed jester skips and turns
As he makes his way through the crowd
While the tavern's 
royalty try not to laugh aloud...
The jester does another spin
And then falls to the floor
A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"
A plea for him to do more...
The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in
A jester's shoes
Cause when you've only Fools Gold, you've got nothing
more to lose...

Who holds the riches
The jester or the king?
A fortress made from Fools Gold
Or the tears that treasure can bring?

The
king he sit upon his throne
The worlds weight on his chest
When your mind begins to race you've got no time to rest
"Where is my clown?
I need him now, to take my troubles away..."
The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine...
 
-Blackmore's Night
Friends
He has collected a few over the years in many different places.
Relatives
Baldvin - Brother, dead or missing.
Rivals/Enemies
He's sure he has some of those somewhere.
Loves
Life, good drinks, company, the road, towns/villages, people, entertainment, art, music, song, stories, the stars, the moon, the sun and much more.
Hates
Rotten food, bad drinks, tattered clothes and a few other things that he finds in poor taste.
Motivation
To travel the world and visit every village, town and city and preform for all the kings of Middle-Earth.
Quotes
"If at first you don't succeed.... Suck another seed." - "Underneath one mask is just another mask"

Loakee's Adventures

Regretful musings: Short cut 7 years 5 months ago
Restless musings: Change 7 years 6 months ago
Heavy musings: Better this way. 7 years 7 months ago
Late-hour musings: The thrill of adventure 7 years 7 months ago
Thoughtful musings: Her. 7 years 7 months ago
Loakee's Adventures

Loakee's Gallery

Loakee's Gallery