Who would even name somebody Lucki?
Lucki would. Lucki does.
A mercenary, Kas, wandered the lands of La Noscea. She was a rugged type, who kept to herself. Without a family, or friends to call her own, she ended up a rather jaded sort of person. The Calamity didn't make anything any easier for her.
She spent most of her time hopping from job to job: warding off bandits, escorting merchants, and standing guard at taverns. She made enough to get by, but she found life lacking. She was just another guard, another suit of armor, another body.
One fateful day, roughly four years after the Calamity, she took a job. What she did was unimportant, but she was left rather gravely wounded. After sustaining severe trauma, she was fortunate enough to be found by healers. But she struggled to remember anything. Anything.
She never made a full recovery. The nameless, friendless, and amnesiac woman at least had enough gil to cover the costs of her chirugeons, but she didn't have much past that.
"You're lucky those arcanists found you." Her chirugeon said. "Lucky?" She replied. "Yeah. I guess I am..."