Post by Lukas Schade on Oct 18, 2008 12:24:49 GMT -5
» Know My Name
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Name: Lukas Schade
Nickname: “Narl”, an old war nickname.
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Birthday: August 11th
Species: Human
Know My Shadow
Hair: Dark and scruffy, always has the appearance of being somewhat greasy.
Eyes: He’s got nice big eyes that are a honey brown color.
Complextion: His skin has the appearance of a fading tan.
Build: Lukas ain’t the biggest guy, but he’s built some muscle up over the years from the wars he’s been in.
Attire: He wears whatever is simplest. Often you can find him in an undershirt and trousers, or maybe with a tunic on. He likes the cold, so he rarely wears jackets.
Vocals: A little gruff and a little bit deep, but still charming at the same time.
Picture one
Personality: Lukas is a little bit unfeeling at times, but it’s something that has come from long years of tough predicaments. He is wise and can crack some hurtful jokes, though he usually has no intention of offending someone with them. In general, Lukas just finds the cruder and more morbid things in life to be amusing.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Strengths: Lukas’s strength is in his experience and the strength he’s built up over the years, but he doesn’t really put himself in the face of danger. He pays other people to do it.
Weaknesses: Lukas’s biggest weakness is the age that is catching up to him. He can’t run very fast anymore, his stamina is shot to hell, and years of smoking and drinking in excess have in general harmed his body. He is not meant for fighting anymore.
Know My Marks
Active: He is impeccable at catching lies and bluffs, and can read non-verbal and verbal cues like no one’s business.
Passive: Nothing really.
Weapons: He has a large sledgehammer that he carries with him in case it’s needed.
Animal Form: None.
History: For the majority of his life, Lukas was enlisted in armies of various kinds across the mainland, for many different towns and cities. It was all to aide his ailing mother who was trying to raise a family on her own. He never cared what the war was started over as long as enough money was sent to his family.
He learned all kinds of war tactics and became involved in all sorts of conspiracies and politics that eventually wound him up as a prisoner of war. Despite torturing, he didn’t give out any information to any of the places he had enlisted at, and after three years, the nation of Second Great Aarcil came and shut the operation down, rescuing him.
The nation gilded his sword and gave him the highest honors, and Lukas finally took his leave. He took his surviving family westward until they found the town of Alatus Nox. From there, Lukas decided that he would find problems and pay daring citizens to quest for a solution. He would be town hero yet again.
Family:
»Know My Trail;;
Everything went black.
Lukas reached into his pocket for an unlit cigarette and brought it to his lips, heavy in thought. He had a single match left in his matchbook, and brought it out too.
"This damn night..."
Not even flakes of snow fell. The sky was eerily lucid, the only thing penetrating it the cloud of vapor coming with each of Lukas's breaths. Then, he struck the match. A tiny flame appeared, and he lit the end of his cancer stick, the glowing red embers a welcome to the blackness.
He looked out across the Wastelands, the place he had stupidly made home. What a terrible place it was. Then, his glance went to the sack of letters he had slung across his shoulder. It was time to make a trip to Exodus Town Square. He had some bulletins to post.
"But now the fun begins," he mumbled, blowing out a plume of smoke.[/ul]
Other; THIS IS ALATUS NOX’S STAFF CONTROLLED QUESTER.
