"Urchin."
"Trash."
"Eyesore."
"Street Rat."These are just a few of the names and slurs hurled Kotu'a's way growing up on the streets of Pearl Lane in Ul'dah. No family to speak of, the Keeper grew up on his own with little support save the courts from the brothel next to the alleyway he slept in. They taught him a myriad of things, but most importantly, "Be kind to all; you never know what struggles they may have endured." He practiced this with varying degrees of success growing up, the flaunted wealth of the Ul'dahn elite leaving the youth often disillusioned and unable to consider a reality where he didn't have to eat trash to fill his belly at night.That day came eventually in the form of an adventurer-bodyguard named Isolde, who recognized Kotu'a's talent for thievery could compliment her bodyguarding skills. quite nicely. She cut him a deal: Work with her, and she'd teach him the gunblade. For Kotu'a, it was a way off the streets. He had no idea how deeply it'd change his life. Two years into their partnership, they were ambushed by Garlean soldiers in Coerthas. Isolde fell in the fighting and the Garleans left Kotu'a to freeze with no supplies. Devastated, he fell into booze and the beds of anyone who'd look at him pretty to escape, keeping Isolde's gunblade perpetually glued to his person as the only remaining token of his best friend.He stumbled his way through several relationships, healing a little more each time. Along the way, he met Kiki Kitsune, a Viera red mage whom he befriended. Little did he know, years later she would become his beloved bonded.While Kotu'a has largely healed from the trauma of that day, he still harbors a deep anger and resentment towards Garleans, as well as the fat cat elite of Ul'dah. What he will do at this crossroads in his life is anyone's guess, but they do know one thing: Something caused the Keeper to largely hang up his beloved gunblade.