Kuu Maekir

as a golem of ancient make, kuu keeps himself glamoured with magic akin to the art of pictomancy, or what's used within glamour prisms-- it's impossible to tell under almost all circumstances that he isn't human-- at least, at a glance. of course, one can certainly look the part, but one cannot change their make; kuu retains an air of uncanniness about him, one that keeps most people steering clear whenever he happens to wander into settlements; one that, too, shows but a glimpse of the weapon beneath the porcelain.standoffish and jaded, kuu is not one for conversation, unless one happens to be a particular sort of person. more often than not, he prefers to be a background player, keeping to himself, and finds his hands busy in idle time-- he has a passion for recovering and restoring constructs, crafting, music, writing, and tending plants.

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A history lived

amdapor, in its golden era over two millennia ago, had many smaller cities within its domain. one such city was influenced almost entirely by the arts– namely music, but all forms had a home there– and it was known by the name euphon. it was in this place that a man named eithin found inspiration to create a golem in the form of a hero spun from folk tales and legend, one he himself had grown up hearing, and one he was fond of. thus did he set about sculpting, finding only the finest and strongest stones blessed by the elementals, clay malleable but dense and firm, and in the night under the moonlight after months of working tirelessly did kuu take form.kuu was, like all other golems, crafted to be a guardian with mastery of white magic as the mhachi void mages continued to threaten to take amdapor, but he was also crafted to be more than just that. taking idea from the story in his creation, eithin also made kuu to be a gentle, inspiring soul, a presence meant to soothe fears and calm hearts, one who would inherit euphon’s penchant for the arts in various ways– through music, through painting, through sculpting and crafting. this made him not only a very capable weapon, but one well loved by the people with whom he wandered the streets.in the few centuries of tension and stalemate between amdapor and mhach, kuu was able to grow into himself, gaining the will his maker sought for him to have. though such a will was still young, it allowed him to learn what made humans do things, why they acted as they did, personal motivators and dreams. children were among his favorite little people to learn from, so innocent and full of the same wonder he found himself having. watching them grow brought more knowledge, and though one would assume that by the time the war proper started through those centuries that kuu would be quite comfortably his own person…he was lacking in a pivotal balance that would truly set in the white stone that made his body who he was.

the fickle and tense peace of the three century stalemate was not eternal, of course. as the war of the magi began in earnest, so, too, did kuu’s work as a protector of the people of the city. voidsent were difficult and tenacious foes, often prone to swarming in numbers beyond what the amdapori could craft in golems, though also more often weaker. each day loomed the threat of a blackened sky and black magicks raining down, but not every day was there a conflict. and so it went for a century or more, as each large conflict fostered in kuu a sense of loss, a sense of bitterness– things he didn’t have the capability to understand.one conflict would alter kuu’s sense of self for the rest of his existence around the halfway mark of the three hundred year war– a conflict in which he would save an unlikely ally. amongst the voidsent summoned for the purpose of the mhachi mages, not all agreed, and some had the will to break free of their mage masters’ chains. unfortunately for one of them, their freedom came too late to simply flee and be rid of it…but fortunately, they did so at a moment where help would arrive. fighting tooth and nail against the other voidsent bent on eating them, this creature of stone armor stood, ground maintained long enough for unexpected help-- by way of kuu, who jumped in without hesitation to help the lone struggling body amidst the swarm. it was a surprise to them both, how swiftly and unquestioningly kuu came to help, but the moment called for decisive action.the battle here was hard-fought, but won, despite the cost; in the midst of the chaos kuu near lost a leg, one housing one of his major manastones, that now hung on by fading magical threads– and once the dust settled the golem fell, too weak and imbalanced to keep himself upright. to this, the voidsent unnamed asked: “why help one of your enemy?” kuu replied in weak voice: “i could not sit idle while one fighting for their life was in peril. you sought freedom, and…something in me needed to help.” puzzled, but seeming to understand the mutual confusion in kuu’s voice, the voidsent offered a question: “would you trust me to aid you in turn?”the answer found the shattered, salvageable remains of kuu’s broken leg brought together once more in blackest ink, so dark no light reflected from it, and with it the casing of the selfsame stone armor the voidsent was made of. into each joint the ichor flowed, until all that was left to see of the unnamed voidsent was the stone brace over kuu’s leg and the occasional drip of ichor as the two settled within one another. from this point, kuu played host to this voidsent who would not give their name, finding it inconsequential now that the two were, for the most part, of one body.this moment would turn out to be the missing piece, the balance of dark to light, that would spark in kuu the ability for that fledgling will to flourish– for him to find himself in the chaos of the next hundred years of war. this was, of course, blessing and bane, making the construct aware of loss, grief, heartbreak and ache…but also moments of joy, comfort, peace. he gained an understanding of what it was to be human– and all of that understanding culminated in the end of the war, the threat of the calamity of water looming, and the loss of ever more lives kuu had sworn to protect. the world he knew was destroyed and buried to be forgotten by the elementals, intent to keep amdapor’s secrets from breaching their entombment and poisoning the world again. kuu knew this, and by the graces of the elementals continued to wander the grave of the city and people he had come to love; its caretaker, its guardian, given leave to exist so long as he played this part.

a story continued

through the first half of the era following the calamity of water, kuu kept himself in isolation, a remnant, a ghost, wandering the shroud beneath canopies of massive trees that would only grow larger and larger with the centuries. in this solitude he taught himself many different magicks, found time to craft from what little remained of amdapor and things left as civilization once more grew around him. it was slow-- the first few centuries he had to take care to avoid the frightened people who survived the war of magi and its calamity or risk having to injure them in self-defense as fear of magic plagued the land. some centuries after, people finally wandered back into the shroud's borders and underground, and kuu witnessed the creation of gelmorra. the ixal, then after, angered by the intruders on the land they were lent, tarnished their reputation with the elementals just as the people of gelmorra finally learned once more how to commune with them, and from then gridania was born...and people once more wandered the shroud, as before, now some thousand years later.but...not quite. these people were timid, careful, not bold and inventive like the amdapori artisans who made him. the children did not laugh like they used to, the people took up crude weapons and combat. from a distance, kuu watched as the people once one below the ground began to despise one another, to hate those who stayed behind-- those who they once loved.after so long in solitude hoping perhaps for some glimmer of the same genius, the same magical aptitude, the same creativity, the same community...it was disappointing, seeing gridania become what it was. watching as war came calling once again to the north. weary and jaded, kuu kept his distance, deciding after the centuries of watching and waiting to see if these people would improve themselves that they would not, and that, perhaps, none would ever again be alike the artisans and their children whom he had loved so long ago, now. no spark of light and life would shine so purely as it once did.

after the calamity wrought upon the land by dalamud and bahamut, the shroud kuu had wandered tirelessly was scarred beyond recognition. many were lost in the fire, and once more fear and loss took root in the settlements of the land. this time, however, an exodus did not happen, and those who remained did so to rebuild, to mourn and to find a new means to deal with the threat that still loomed through garlemald's iron vice. adventurers were plentiful before dalamud's fall, but now it seemed as if more and more found themselves taking up the proverbial sword, wandering and taking odd jobs to help everywhere. even among many of them, kuu did not find the same spark that he loved so dearly.until one happened upon the shroud only a few years later.an excitable sort, earnest and green and so very friendly, stjer was what he called himself as he approached kuu from out of the blue as he meandered between the small settlements in the south shroud. and for once in two millennia did the construct find himself...taken. smitten, nigh immediately, with this little veena who was so convinced he had found another of his kind. he who would become known as the warrior of light, in years to come, one who kuu would kill for in a way he had never before experienced.