Lo'zhir

Home

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Lo'zhir
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Bonebag
  • Race: Khajit
  • Class: Rogue
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Deity: Skoomacat
  • Age: 28
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Thin
  • Height: 5' 9.5"
  • Weight: 160lbs
  • Complexion: KHAJIT
  • Hair: Medium-dark brown with paler brown and beige hues throughout
  • Eyes: Brown
  • Handedness: Ambidexterous
  • Scars: Emotional

• Biography

  Lo'zhir was born the second son of a barbaric warlord, Hei'zhir. His father's legacy spread quickly throughout Elseweyr, and eventually he wed himself to Ruffles, whose brilliance was the true key behind his father's success. His brother, Mid'zhir, is an accomplished warrior, wielding a formidable pole ace into battle, skewering enemies whole, which seems to only fuel his bloodlust; however, it became quickly apparent that Lo'zhir was meant for a different path entirely. As a small kitten, he often entertained himself by pilfering his father's war trophies, which inexorably led to him being chased through the halls of his former and illustrious home by a nearly psychotic were-lion.
  
  Eventually, during his early teen years, he grew tired of his constant battle.training, and instead yearned for that which would challenge his wits, not his arms. His father was appalled, and mocked him for his foolishness. His mother, so it appeared, took his fathers side in this argument - at least, in the prying eyes of their family and within their social circle. Ruffles taught Lo'zhir all he knows of scheming, plotting, thievery, lock picking, and dish-doing. Using these skills, he plotted and executed what (to him) was the penultimate plan: he stole his brother's skooma stash and bathed in its euphoric splendor.
  
  At least, he did. Soon, he became addicted to the drug and was given a choice: he must cleanse himself of the drug or be forever banished from his Elseweyr. The choice was clear. He left his home with a goodbye to his mother, and for several years bumbled about into his early 20s in a skooma-cooked haze. Eventually, his thieving ways caught up with him in Cyrodiil, and he, yet again was banished. Now, several years later, he is - mostly - clean, and hasn't touched skooma for as long as he can remember, which isn't long, to say the least. The afterglow of his euphoric filled teen years has left him somewhat eccentric, and skittish. One needs to pay no attention to him as he caresses open all the locked doors within an establishment: that's just Lo'zhir. In fact, his need to pick open locks is so strong, he was reluctantly banned from the Thieves Guild in Riften, where he currently resides, for continuously trying to open the vault and hissing at it into night when he was unsuccessful.
  
  If your party needs a Khajit that is just as apt to open a treasure treasure chest as he is to open every single locked cell in a prison, look no farther. This cantankerous Khajit will fill your journey with the musings of Lo'zhir, and his inadequate grasp on Cyrodiilic and the Common Tongue. Do you require a sermon to aid you in the darkest of hours? Rejoice, friend! Lo'zhir will recant his tales of picking briar hearts from Briathearts and feasting upon their souls.