Post by dessert on Dec 12, 2011 22:33:27 GMT -8
Name: Lucian Destel
Gender: Male
Age: 24
PC Box: PC Box
Class: Night-stalker
Appearance: (hover over the images to see the actual colors because the forum template is darkening them.)
Tall and sleekly muscled, every move Lucian makes is a more of a predatory prowl, poised to strike an unwary prey.
With dark ruby eyes, the shade of the jewel on his forehead, golden skin, and long, pale creamy-blond hair with bangs of varying lengths, this persian pokemorph is striking. Lucian has the ears and tail of his persian form when human, his ears a shade sharper than the usual persian’s, and he can lengthen his nails into claws. While he’s able to change to a fully human form, it discomforts him enough he only switches to it to help conceal his identity.
With multiple piercings, he usually stays with two hoops in one ear, and a ruby hanging from a chain in the other. His ears and tail often react to reflect his mood when Lucian is not keeping himself controlled and has managed to relax, and the constant flicks of his ears can hypnotize those who have a weakness for soft, furry ears.
Lucian changes outfits depending on whether he’s on the job or not. When fighting, he’s most likely to wear a tight black bodysuit (a specially made fabric that serves as light armor) with a face-mask, heavier armor protecting his stomach and sides and covering his forearms to help him deflect weapons, and his hair tied into a high ponytail instead of his usual style of loose hair or gathered into a half-ponytail. Otherwise, he indulges in lush fabric, and rich colors, usually a heavy, long, sleeveless shirt open at the chest over a light, silk shirt, and fitted dark trousers.
Personality:
A person who receives any responsibilities that comes his way gravely, Lucian manages to have a rather light-hearted attitude. While his blitheness seems at odds with his ability to become solemn, and does serve a little as a mask, Lucian is naturally merry and finds it easy to be casual. Confident in himself and charming, Lucian finds his fun in flirting with others and enjoys teasing, often saddling people with a multitude of nicknames that vary anywhere from unsurprising, to weird, stupid, or insulting.
Lucian tries to draw little attention to the fact he prefers to keep his own counsel and privacy, and that distance is something that can irritate, as he’s rather inquisitive over other people. He rarely, if ever, stops being attentive to the behavior of others and his slight detachment and tendency for over-confidence can slip into manipulation and it’s a shock to him when his scheming blows up in his face. Lucian likes exciting people and finds it easier to muster his interest for them but he can be contemptuous of people and enjoys discomfiting and mocking them
His morals and ethical behavior doesn’t always align to the general population or conform to the legal and Lucian has a coldly pragmatic streak, at times a touch of cruelty that peeks through his easy manner. However, he always finds excessive brutality a distasteful thing, and if it’s unnecessary, Lucian chooses not to lean on violence and fighting as his first response as he feels it lack imagination.
History:
Lucian’s birthplace was in a small village, not only hidden in a mountainous region, but inaccessible to any who are not already aware of the paths. The village serves as the base and home of clans with a tradition of elite bodyguards, and often produced fighters known for their trustworthiness and contracting as mercenaries.
His mother was one of the youngest to become a clan head of the persian pokemorphs and a strong fighter, and his father, a human, a brilliant scholar. It left Lucian and his young brother to deal with high expectations from the community.
Lucian grew up constantly training, and under the pressure as a candidate for the successor of his mother as the next head of their own clan. He handled the constant testing and the duties of it well, and was considered to be one of the most talented of the trainees. While he was proud of his standing, it can’t be denied he had some unhappiness for the fact it often took him away from his family, and he occasionally longed for brief moments of freedom from the obligations.
Lucian was taught a variety of styles, and during the sessions, his teachers also beat into him the importance of a leader being cunning and flexible, able to adapt to situations and profitably dealing with other clan heads, and the aristocracy who may be inclined to dishonesty as a means of getting their way. And so Lucian decided to concentrate his abilities into becoming an Assassin, still a fighter but one who wasn’t expected to fight large battles, believing he would be best served by the knowledge it would bring.
Even as he immersed himself into his responsibilities, Lucian’s longing for autonomy gained strength and he sometimes went for solo training trips into the wild, and there met his ghastly. Finally his mother, exasperated by him, convinced the council and advisors to reinstate the tradition of a successor to prove themselves in the world with no guide from them and sent him off. As he readied for the journey with gifts from his teachers, younger brother, and his parents, both of his parents scolded him for not confessing his feelings, and gave their blessing for a loosening of his self-restrictions. And so Lucian happily said farewell to his home for an unknown time.
RP Sample: (Just testing my grasp on Lucian.)
After a couple of days spent camping in the wild, Lucian decided to have a look at the gift his younger brother had given him. Once the pokemon was appeared, Lucian’s ears twitched back in annoyance.
“…That little brat,” he muttered under his breath as he stared at the houndour, “No wonder he made me promise not to look at the pokemon until I was farther away.”
Loki, floating nearby his shoulder, dissolved into a fit of laughter, and both Lucian’s and the houndour’s ears flattened at the volume.
“Shush Loki,” he said firmly and focused on the hound. “It seems my brother thought you'd suit me well. A pleasure to meet you,” Lucian said with a wry smile.
The cool-eyed houndour stretched his front legs out and dipped his head in a bow. “It is my honor to serve you,” he said somberly.
Still giggling a little, Loki hovered closer to Lucian. “Do you get all the jokes we’ve been making now?” she whispered into his ear.
“My adorable little brother may be out of reach, but you are not, Loki,” he murmured to her, smiling at the houndour. “Why don’t we leave the ghastly over here to guard my things and go get better acquainted by hunting down some food?”
The houndour nodded and they both slipped into the forest, leaving Loki frozen in dread.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
PC Box: PC Box
Class: Night-stalker
Appearance: (hover over the images to see the actual colors because the forum template is darkening them.)
Tall and sleekly muscled, every move Lucian makes is a more of a predatory prowl, poised to strike an unwary prey.
With dark ruby eyes, the shade of the jewel on his forehead, golden skin, and long, pale creamy-blond hair with bangs of varying lengths, this persian pokemorph is striking. Lucian has the ears and tail of his persian form when human, his ears a shade sharper than the usual persian’s, and he can lengthen his nails into claws. While he’s able to change to a fully human form, it discomforts him enough he only switches to it to help conceal his identity.
With multiple piercings, he usually stays with two hoops in one ear, and a ruby hanging from a chain in the other. His ears and tail often react to reflect his mood when Lucian is not keeping himself controlled and has managed to relax, and the constant flicks of his ears can hypnotize those who have a weakness for soft, furry ears.
Lucian changes outfits depending on whether he’s on the job or not. When fighting, he’s most likely to wear a tight black bodysuit (a specially made fabric that serves as light armor) with a face-mask, heavier armor protecting his stomach and sides and covering his forearms to help him deflect weapons, and his hair tied into a high ponytail instead of his usual style of loose hair or gathered into a half-ponytail. Otherwise, he indulges in lush fabric, and rich colors, usually a heavy, long, sleeveless shirt open at the chest over a light, silk shirt, and fitted dark trousers.
Personality:
A person who receives any responsibilities that comes his way gravely, Lucian manages to have a rather light-hearted attitude. While his blitheness seems at odds with his ability to become solemn, and does serve a little as a mask, Lucian is naturally merry and finds it easy to be casual. Confident in himself and charming, Lucian finds his fun in flirting with others and enjoys teasing, often saddling people with a multitude of nicknames that vary anywhere from unsurprising, to weird, stupid, or insulting.
Lucian tries to draw little attention to the fact he prefers to keep his own counsel and privacy, and that distance is something that can irritate, as he’s rather inquisitive over other people. He rarely, if ever, stops being attentive to the behavior of others and his slight detachment and tendency for over-confidence can slip into manipulation and it’s a shock to him when his scheming blows up in his face. Lucian likes exciting people and finds it easier to muster his interest for them but he can be contemptuous of people and enjoys discomfiting and mocking them
His morals and ethical behavior doesn’t always align to the general population or conform to the legal and Lucian has a coldly pragmatic streak, at times a touch of cruelty that peeks through his easy manner. However, he always finds excessive brutality a distasteful thing, and if it’s unnecessary, Lucian chooses not to lean on violence and fighting as his first response as he feels it lack imagination.
History:
Lucian’s birthplace was in a small village, not only hidden in a mountainous region, but inaccessible to any who are not already aware of the paths. The village serves as the base and home of clans with a tradition of elite bodyguards, and often produced fighters known for their trustworthiness and contracting as mercenaries.
His mother was one of the youngest to become a clan head of the persian pokemorphs and a strong fighter, and his father, a human, a brilliant scholar. It left Lucian and his young brother to deal with high expectations from the community.
Lucian grew up constantly training, and under the pressure as a candidate for the successor of his mother as the next head of their own clan. He handled the constant testing and the duties of it well, and was considered to be one of the most talented of the trainees. While he was proud of his standing, it can’t be denied he had some unhappiness for the fact it often took him away from his family, and he occasionally longed for brief moments of freedom from the obligations.
Lucian was taught a variety of styles, and during the sessions, his teachers also beat into him the importance of a leader being cunning and flexible, able to adapt to situations and profitably dealing with other clan heads, and the aristocracy who may be inclined to dishonesty as a means of getting their way. And so Lucian decided to concentrate his abilities into becoming an Assassin, still a fighter but one who wasn’t expected to fight large battles, believing he would be best served by the knowledge it would bring.
Even as he immersed himself into his responsibilities, Lucian’s longing for autonomy gained strength and he sometimes went for solo training trips into the wild, and there met his ghastly. Finally his mother, exasperated by him, convinced the council and advisors to reinstate the tradition of a successor to prove themselves in the world with no guide from them and sent him off. As he readied for the journey with gifts from his teachers, younger brother, and his parents, both of his parents scolded him for not confessing his feelings, and gave their blessing for a loosening of his self-restrictions. And so Lucian happily said farewell to his home for an unknown time.
RP Sample: (Just testing my grasp on Lucian.)
After a couple of days spent camping in the wild, Lucian decided to have a look at the gift his younger brother had given him. Once the pokemon was appeared, Lucian’s ears twitched back in annoyance.
“…That little brat,” he muttered under his breath as he stared at the houndour, “No wonder he made me promise not to look at the pokemon until I was farther away.”
Loki, floating nearby his shoulder, dissolved into a fit of laughter, and both Lucian’s and the houndour’s ears flattened at the volume.
“Shush Loki,” he said firmly and focused on the hound. “It seems my brother thought you'd suit me well. A pleasure to meet you,” Lucian said with a wry smile.
The cool-eyed houndour stretched his front legs out and dipped his head in a bow. “It is my honor to serve you,” he said somberly.
Still giggling a little, Loki hovered closer to Lucian. “Do you get all the jokes we’ve been making now?” she whispered into his ear.
“My adorable little brother may be out of reach, but you are not, Loki,” he murmured to her, smiling at the houndour. “Why don’t we leave the ghastly over here to guard my things and go get better acquainted by hunting down some food?”
The houndour nodded and they both slipped into the forest, leaving Loki frozen in dread.
