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| Lucian Obark | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 6 2013, 05:37 AM (165 Views) | |
| Lucian | Jul 6 2013, 05:37 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Lucian Opereski Obark Race: Human (Barovian) Gender: Male Age: 17 Abilities: Detect, Evo, Metal Alchemy Appearance He's a shorter kid, about 5 feet tall with unkempt light brown/dirty blonde hair. His eyes are blue with a lighter ring in the middle. His build is scrappy. He doesn't have too much muscle, and what he does have is packed into a little body. Clothing and Attire Lucian's favorite color is blue and so likes to wear blue things. He often has a blue short sleeved tunic on and kind of rough blue pants. Both are beaten up because he really can't afford much in the way of clothes. What he has is what he has and he makes due. His shoes, when he has them, are usually torn up from all of the running around he does. He looks for ones that are tough and might withstand what he puts them through because of this. Personality Lucian, overall, is a happy kid. He's quick to make a friend and glad to lend a hand to anyone in need. Sometimes he can be quick to start a fight if he thinks the person is doing something wrong, but it's all in his view of justice. He will do his best to stop someone from hurting another no matter the circumstances and he, frankly, is against killing someone except in the most extreme of circumstances. A big thing to Lucian is his belief in second chances for people. He believes that anyone can become a better person. He will fight for that belief. Even stop allies from killing someone if they were unable to fight. History Lucian, his parents Marshir and Amyrlin, and his brother, Mattimeo, all lived together in a small house in the country. They lived a happy and simple life, while his father did work outside, his mother did work inside, and Mattimeo practiced fighting with a stick that he pretended was a sword. Lucian was born on his mother's own birthday. She always said that he was the best birthday present she could have had. Only a couple days after Lucian's birthday the lords of Barovia were going to war again. News of the fighting reached their house rather quickly because of this, though. Marshir liked to keep tabs on the movements of the lords around so as to be prepared if fighting ever came too close to their home. This time, however, it wasn't the fighting that came to their home. It was a recruitment squad. "Open up! We've come to recruit someone from this house for the army." Yelled an army captain. "Father! What's happening?" Mattimeo looked fearfully to his father, but he shook his head and opened the door not answering his son's question. "Good day officer." Marshir said, motioning for him to come in. "Your welcome to come in if you'd like, but I'm afraid that there is not enough room for all of them to join you." Looking at the rest of the troops behind the captain. "No! I have come to draft someone from this household to join the army." Stated the army man. "Well... As you can see here." Turning into the house and spreading his arm over it in an sweeping motion. "There is noone here that would be too much use to you... My sons are far too young and I have served in the army and got put out after i obtained an injury in my leg. So I'm sorry sir but if you'd leave..." Started to shut the door, the captain drew a broad sword and swung up in an arc that would slice Marshir in two. Just in time Marshir rolled to the side, grabbed Mattimeo's practice stick and jabbed the man's armored stomach making an uncomfortable dent and knocking the wind out of him. "Ugh... Well now... see? You're still fit to be in the army!" Coughing a few times he back out of the doorway motioning with his hand for the retiree to follow. "No! Wait! I have a new-born son. I need to stay here so I can help raise him." Standing up and throwing the stick aside he pleaded. "I have to stay!" "No you fool! Now come on and don't resist or we'll have to use force!!" Marshir stood his ground fro a moment, turned to his family and seemed to die inside before he tuned and walked out. Everyone in the house was silent... Except for Lucian, he was crying so loudly that Marshir thought he could hear it miles away ringing in his ears. Mattimeo's tears rolled silently down his face as he shook with sadness and anger. Their mother simply sat there crying, staring in disbelief at what had just happened. After that Mattimeo trained harder and longer, and Almyrin worked harder too, to keep the family going. At the age of 6 Lucian began to train with Mattimeo and soon found that he was best with a short thin stick, but he trained with all different sized sticks. They never heard from Marshir again. They just knew that the lord whose soldiers recruited him had lost. After that, Lucian trained with his brother and their sticks for two years before any other excitement came to their home. When he became 8 there was a knock on the door. Lucian opened the door and a man staggered in with a hole in his side. "Ugh Shut the goddamn door! Shut it!!!" He screamed at no one in particular. Lucian panicked and threw himself into the door to shut it. Almyrin was already on her feet and getting the first aid kit. "What happened to you?" Staring wide-eyed at the severity of the wound. Mattimeo ran and got his trusty stick, and Lucian his. "Is he going to be alright? Hey mister what's your name?" He shut up with after his mother gave him a stern look. "He'll be fine Lucian. Now go and fetch some water and some food for this man." He left once she looked back down finishing the man's bandaging. By the time she had him on a chair the youth came back with a tray of water and soup. "Here you go mister." He said, staring down hoping for the answer to his previous question. "Thank you kid..." Sitting up and clearing his throat he took a drink of water and began to tell what happened. "My name is unimportant. Knowing it might get you into more trouble. I got into some trouble with a few folks. I was lucky to escape." Sighing he took a bite of soup and drank the rest of his water. "Thank you for the food and drink but I should get out of here. I don't want you in any more danger than you're already in." He stood wincing and went out the door. A few days later at the dead of night three men broke through the door. Lucian was still awake, unable to get to sleep so he snuck through the dark house and woke his mother and brother. "Hey someone's down stairs." His voice was shaky with fear. "I think those are the three that attacked the man." They got up and while Mattimeo grabbed his stick, Almyrlin opened a trunk and pulled a sword out of it. "WOW! Mom that's amazing!" Mattimeo quickly covered his brother's mouth but the damage was already done. "What the hell was that?" They're upstairs! Find them and kill them all!" Lucian began to cry silently, while his brother tried to ready himself to fight. "Boys! stand over here. Next to the window. Quickly!" The two did as they were told but as the door broke open she backed them out the window and they fell into a soft pile of hay. "MOTHER!!!!" Lucian yelled up to the window. "We have to back to mother!" He turned to Mattimeo but Amyrlin shouted above the clash of steel on steel. "Get Lucian and yourself out of here run away!!!" Mattimeo grabbed his little brother and ran until it was dawn. When he looked at his surroundings he found himself lost. Lucian had fallen asleep during the running so Mattimeo was carrying him. The elder brother found a patch of trees that they could hide in and rest so he patted down the ground with leaves and laid Lucian down so he could sleep undisturbed. "I think I'll see if I can hunt anything here in this tree thicket..." He whispered to himself. Standing up he found a rabbit with no trouble at all and quickly threw a sharpened stick through it's middle. While starting a small fire Lucian woke up to his brother putting the rabbit over the flames to cook the meat. They mostly ate in silence until Lucian finally had the nerve to speak. "What happened to mother?" He looked sadly toward his brother who didn't respond. "Where are we going to go?" To this Mattimeo shook his head. "I don't know Lucian, I honestly don't know." The two brothers spent the next year traveling from place to place. Town to town. City to city. Mattimeo would provide them with anything they needed either through work or by stealing it. He tried to keep Lucian in the dark about where he got stuff from, afraid to involve his brother in any way with the illegal things he would do just to get them a meal or a place to stay. It was a dangerous life that they lived. He didn't want this for his younger brother. It was a hard life. He wanted something where they could rest. Lucian, on the other hand thought it was kind of fun. To live life running around and playing in all kinds of places. He seemed to make a lot of friends, too. Lucian often talked to people walking down the street while waiting for his brother to get back from getting food or whatever he left to do that day. The young boy really felt like the whole world was his playground. It was a good feeling. He often spent his time just watching people and how they acted. The boy often saw pickpockets and thieves slipping into windows and slipping out unnoticed by any but him. He never said anything about it though. Most of them looked like he did. Those people almost reminded him of his brother. Taking what they needed to survive. It was okay to do that. One day Mattimeo came back with a small loaf of bread and Lucian was grinning at him. "What's up, Lucian? You seem rather pleased about something." the older brother smiled, glad to see Lucian smiling. That smile disappeared though, when Lucian showed him a coin purse he picked from someone's pocket. "Lucian... You can't take things like that. We only take what we need... otherwise we're no different than common thieves. We should find the person you took that from and return it. Come on." Mattimeo walked out of the small alley and motioned for Lucian to lead the way. Lucian didn't really understand, but he agreed and started in the direction he found the person he stole from. "Brother, you said that we should only take what we need, right?" "Yeah, what about it?" "Well... other people need this, too, right? We might not need all of it, but I see lots of people, kids too, who are hungry like we are. What if we shared?" Mattimeo paused and put a hand on Lucian's shoulder, turning him around. "You have a good point Lucian, but the person you took that from earned it. He deserves to have it back because he gained it through hard work, not from stealing." This idea was still a little hard for the young boy to understand. Why would people steal if they didn't need it all? "Alright, Brother. Sorry..." "Good, don't worry about it." Mattimeo handed his little brother the bread. "Now, where did you get this? I'll go return it and be back before dark, alright?" Lucian nodded and pointed over to a more run down side of town. "It was a person with a big green cloak by a tavern." "While I take care of this, you go back to our place." He smiled at his younger brother and turned, waving over his shoulder. "See you there in a bit." Lucian sighed, feeling stupid for having taken the coin purse in the first place and headed back to the alley they'd been staying in. It wasn't a bad place, really, despite being an alley. The buildings were close enough that their roofs covered most of the alley as well, keeping them dry when it rained, and it was more out of the way than most so they didn't get bothered by people either. All of their worldly possessions were in there, tucked behind a few crates. Two small knives, a blanket, a couple nice sticks and a few pieces of food they had saved up. Enough for a day or so for both of them. Plus, now, the loaf of bread. When Lucian got there he sat down on the blanket and waited for his brother to return. After a few hours the sun started to fall and Lucian wondered where Mattimeo could be. It shouldn't really have taken this long... But he was probably just out trying to get something else to eat. Or maybe he couldn't find the cloaked guy. Lucian closed his eyes and put it out of his mind. His brother would wake him up when he got back. He woke up the next morning, the sun shining through the space in between the roofs of the buildings. Mattimeo wasn't there. Lucian sat up rubbing his eyes. "Brother?" He waited a second. "Are you there, brother?" Still no response. Lucian yawned and looked around again. Maybe he was out already, looking for more food or work. It was unlike Mattimeo to run off without telling Lucian though. "He'll be back soon." Lucian had to tell himself to stave off the small fear that started to grow inside of him. The day passed by slowly. Lucian stayed in the alley, nibbling on the bread and dried meat they had stashed away. He took some time to play with the knives they had too. He was careful with them though. Just tried to twirl them in his hands a little like he saw people do on the streets. As day turned to night, Mattimeo still didn't come back and Lucian was starting to get more frightened. This is the longest that they had been apart for years. He didn't know what to do so he just waited longer and couldn't get to sleep the entire night. The next morning when Lucian's eyes opened he sat up slowly. He apparently fell asleep at some point. He didn't remember. The sun was up though. Still... no Mattimeo. Lucian looked at the food and shook his head. There was enough for another day. If his brother didn't return before tomorrow... No, he would. Of course he would. Lucian spent this day mostly playing with the knives. Tossing them in the air and trying to catch them. Mostly failing. Mostly too scared to try to catch them. It was fun enough, though. While Mattimeo was around Lucian wasn't allowed to play with them at all. Where was he? When the sun went down, Lucian finished off the loaf of bread and laid down under the blanket. He was really tired tonight. But his mind kept wandering. Where was his brother? He fell asleep wondering. Lucian spent the next three months waiting in that alley. Leaving only long enough to scavenge for food. He had gotten pretty good at stealing away small loaves of bread and fruit here and there. Just enough to survive. That was his one rule. Their one rule. Mattimeo and his. Every day Lucian wondered where Mattimeo went. Whenever he went to look for food the younger brother would keep his eye out. The boy never found his older brother though. He would go back to the alley every night and sleep there alone. Wake up alone. Live alone. As more and more time went by Lucian heard about several recruitment campaigns that had happened for militia and the armies of various lords as more fights broke out between them and he thought maybe, just maybe Mattimeo got recruited like their father. Maybe he didn't have a choice and was taken away to fight. Either way... news was that fighting was going to come to this town. Lucian knew that he needed to leave. It was too dangerous. He went back to the alley, the closest thing he had had to a home since his mother was alive, packed up the two knives and the extra food he had in the blanket tied to one of the sticks and left that town. Somewhere deep inside he knew his brother was gone. Maybe not dead, but gone. Otherwise he would have come back. The boy fought back the tears as he tried to accept it. The road out of the town was long and dark. Nobody was out there and he really had nowhere to go. So he just went. For the next several years Lucian traveled alone, from place to place. He met some nice people. Some not so nice people. He trained with those two knives, too. Trained to throw them. He even won some money with it. Enough sometimes to stay in an inn and have a nice warm meal. Most of the time though he made his way by stealing food and clothes. Never too much. Just enough to survive. That was the rule. |
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| Davina | Jul 7 2013, 09:51 PM Post #2 |
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I have dubbed this.......... COMPLETE, congradumalations, couple odd grammar structures and such keep it from being super epic renowned but it is very close. I like the character, he's plucky and has his own code of honor! |
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