Giat Giat Cotaka

Growing up, Giat was the youngest in a big family of 12 Sunelves who was generally neutral when it came to the golden magi and definean league. Giat

grew up having childhood friends of mostly different sub races of elves. When he was only a couple decades old, the tension between sub races grew and Giat felt like he was losing more and more friends as time passed. During the next few years, his older siblings began moving out and began picking sides in the internal elven conflict. However, Giat remained neutral. Giat was pressured by both sides in his family. They began calling him week for his indecisiveness. He felt strongly that both sides were focusing too much on their differences and overlooking what they share in common. He would not support something that he felt was tearing the elven clans apart. Giat moves out and began traveling around the content. He traveled to most of the big cities and Kahdihardt and quite a few small ones. Around his first century, he fell in love with a beautiful human woman and had an adorable little daughter. When war plagued their town, Giat’s wife Essala and daughter Stepany were too weak from a disease yet to be named and died from smoke inhalation while Giat frantically fought to save their lives. This broke Giat. Filled with anger, Giat joined the war on the frontlines. He was sufficient in a fight but nothing special. However, he felt that there was no other place for a man as broken as himself. Giat bathed in blood. Still in his youth Giat learned quickly on the battle field and was promoted to captain of an elite unit. The men in his unit partly filled the whole in his heart as he grew to love the diverse unit. Overlooking differences and putting themselves on the line for one another is what brothers should do, thought Giat. On a covert mission behind enemy lines, the unit was ambushed and fell victim to carnage. Giat was the only one who survived the attack and was taken prisoner. After six grueling years, Giat was traded as part of a prisoner exchange agreed upon by both sides. Giat never spoke of what was done to him during the first two years held captive but he did say things improved a little the following years. Following his honored discharge from the army, Giat boozed around and basically drank away the next year of his life. Trying plenty of narcotics and elixirs just to numb his pain. He felt alone and lost in this hate filled world. After snorting up the last of his most recent “purchase”, Giat called to the bar tender for another keg of booze (he’d become quite the drinker). His attention was soon caught by soldiers at a near by table, still wet behind the ears, talking about how many enemies they would kill and how much glory they would get. Giat laughed out loud mocking the soldiers. The three young men ignored the bar tender who was trying to ease the situation. The young men pressed Giat for a reply and Giat, filled with much ill will towards his past endeavors on the army, shared with the boys the most likely outcome these men would face... a horrific death. His senses were sharp due the the narcotic and Giat quickly dogged one of the men’s punches and threw him onto the table. He quickly flung his stool in another’s crotch and knocked the third out with a single right hook. Looking at the man still laying on the table holding his arm, he told him to grab his friends and get going. Giat say back down and yelled at the bar keep for not refilling his keg yet. From the corner of the tavern, he heard a slow clapping from a table he had not paid any attention to. Standing up was a hansom women with short red hair decked in full plate armor. It was Fulca Bustamante. A young “girl” he had refused entrance in his special until before his capture in his last mission. Pulling up a stool next to Giat, Fulca teased the elf about his current condition and filled him in on her career focused endeavors. Having been denied for Giat’s special unit had not only saved her from the gruesome death but propelled her career. Giat knew she would go far and he also knew that their mission was a 50/50 shot. Fulca offered Giat a job to pay for his “hobbies” which of lately was leading Giat to an early grave. Giat asked why she was trying to “help” him and she replied, “it’s what esalaria would want.” As she kissed her necklace and tucked it back under her armor. Of course Giat refused. He wanted nothing to do with killing others and seeing those around him fall one by one. Fulca had a different idea, she offered Giat a way to help people rather than hurt, and still be a part of a good cause. After much pleading Giat agreed to become a medic and heal those who were injured. After a half a year of training, Giat joined Fulcas force as a fully trained medic. He worked as a medic for several years. He drank much less and stayed away from drugs most of the time. He still had difficulty getting rest and often spent his free time talking with Fulca. Fulca was very religious and had challenged Giat’s belief that their either were no gods or that they get joy from the pain people inflict on one another. While finishing up the sutures of an arrow wound, the tent flaps opened when two soldiers came through dragging Fulca in their arms who had received a gut wound. Giat quickly cleared a space for her and began working as hard as he could. But no medic could undo the damage that had been done. Giat cried in frustration. He cursed the gods. He challenged the god Esalaria and ask how she could turn her back on her believers. As he tried to find something he could do, an overwhelming euphoric feeling rushed over him, and as if possessed his body moved without him thinking. A surge of energy traveled through Giat and appeared to be healing Fulcas wound. When Fulca was stable, Giat collapsed and stared horrified at his hands, questioning what had happened. Once Fulca recovered, Giat shared what had transpired and Fulca was convinced it was Esalaria answering his prayers. Giat refused to believe this, until he was forced to call upon his newly found powers again. Giat was amazed, he tried talking to the goddess again but to no avail. Fulca told him stories and shared literature regarding the goddess and Giat learned everything he could. He used his healing powers to help save soldiers lives. After a decade or two, Giat began to feel useless in the battles between men. He worked in many camps and fought countless battles and every time it seemed regardless of his attempts soldier just kept hurting one another over land and goods. He began to see the errors in societies way of thinking. After Fulca had died in battle years later, not much still tied Giat to battle. He gathered his belongings (mostly Esolaria litterateur) and wandered the continent again. He had joined become a faction agent in a group of Esolaria followers. He became a member and learned of a network of trusted members who if he came across he could trust. As long as they knew the secret handshake and properly asked/replied to a secret phrase. He explored vast libraries and beautiful scenery. He hiked the Kahdee mountains and sailed to Sala. He healed the sick and protected the weak when ever possible. Though he did what he could, he still felt like something was missing. One night a horrible Giat had a horrible dream where he saw an orc tribe attacking and hurting a rag-tag band of fighters. In flashes he saw the brutal battle where the band of fighter recieved countless injuries and Giat was left helpless. He awoke in a sweat, hoping to never have that dream again. Unfortunately that was not the case, Giat began to have these dreams night after night, every time he awoke dripping with sweat then feeling a pulse of euphoric energy he had come to associate with Esolaria’s power. When he first received the blessing he felt the purest high end for weeks after he road in the clouds until a darkness crept over him in the pit of his stomach he began feeling something was wrong. He had no idea who the band of fighters were but did know that they were in need of help. During his days of traveling he though endlessly on how to find the group and even wondered if they were real... no something deep inside him knew they were. Some part of him also knew this was a group fighting a darkness that the likes of which this world has never seen. All he knew was that he needed to find them, and that he would leave his path up to the goddess Esalaria, who he trusted with everything he had