One for the money, two for the show
I never was ready, so I watch you go

At a Glance
Street-smart and silver-tongued.
Moves like he’s late, talks like he’s flirting.
More charm than coin, but he gets by.
Never met a shortcut he didn’t like.
Helps at the family stall when he’s not vanishing on a whim.
Ears always twitching — he’s listening, even when he’s lounging.
Still learning red magic, mostly to impress someone.
Leaves quick, lingers quiet.
Happier in motion, but always looking back.

Relationships
X’rhun Tia: The legend himself. G’lotch swears it’s just magic lessons, but he listens too close, stays too late, and gets flustered way too fast. Might be love. Might be hero worship. Might be both. Either way, he’s in deep — and pretending he’s not.
Thancred Waters: Sometimes they flirt, sometimes they fight, sometimes they vanish on each other. Whatever it was (or is), it’s a tangle of sharp edges and a few soft moments he pretends he doesn’t remember. Messy? Yeah. Over? Not quite.
Mila: Smart, fierce, and still pinching his cheeks like he’s five. She means well. She also always knows when he’s lying.
Selina: Older. Loud about everything. The type who'll toss a sandal at his head one minute and defend him to the death the next. Drives him nuts. He adores her.
Garen Drake: His stepfather, a Hyur carpenter with a heart of gold and the patience of a saint. Calls G’lotch “kid” even now.

Born in the bustling heart of Ul'dah, G'lotch never knew the tribe-life that marked his mother's early years. Once a Keeper of the Moon, Mila left that life behind after falling for a Sun Seeker and, eventually, a kindhearted Hyur carpenter and merchant named Garen. She made her way to Ul'dah while still pregnant with G'lotch, carrying more regrets than belongings. His older sister, Selina, had already been born into the Sun Seeker way. Still, G'lotch grew up a different kind of creature — more city-slicker than wildling, shaped by back-alley shortcuts, busy marketplaces, and the smell of sawdust. A sharp aim and a sharper tongue carried him farther than any map. G’lotch never lacked for love, but he learned young that love didn’t always mean staying.

Family means everything to him—even when it hurts. Even when it’s messy. He carries the weight of legacy like it’s stitched into his coat, whether he’s ready to wear it or not. He doesn’t always get it right, but he tries—to honor where he came from, to do better than the generation before him, and to make sure the ones he loves never have to question where they stand.His mother taught him the old ways: how to listen for ancestors in the wind, how to braid stories into offerings, how to bow his head before a hunt and mean it. But she also taught him silence—when to bite his tongue, when to fall in line, when not to be too soft.He learned early that tradition can feel like home or a cage depending on the day. Still, he keeps pieces of it tucked behind his ear, in the way he cooks, in the way he greets the dawn, in the quiet little prayers he doesn’t admit to saying.

HOOKSCharming, irritating, or both—Lotch uses banter to deflect and disarm. If your character sees through it, calls him on it, or flirts right back? You’ve got his attention.He’ll put the kettle on and keep you company.“Didn’t expect company. But I won’t complain.”

Be cool. Be clear. Be kind.MDNI. 18+ please, preferably over 21.OOC communication is non-negotiable. If something’s off, unclear, or uncomfortable—say so. I’ll do the same. I care more about being on the same page than staying in-character 24/7.Plot > everything. Chemistry is fun, but I’d rather build something with tension, flaws, and heart than rush into a ship. If we both care about the story, it’ll shine. Let’s talk about it.IC ≠ OOC. Lotch might flirt, fight, or disappear for three days and come back with blood on his collar. That’s not me ghosting or picking a fight—it’s just the story. If it ever feels like more than that, message me.No godmodding. Don’t control Lotch’s reactions or actions without checking first. I’m all for collaborative writing, but consent matters even in fiction.No drama, no passive-aggression. If we’re adults writing complicated characters, we can handle complications OOC too. If you need space? Just say so.