Post by Lukal on Aug 29, 2005 16:17:31 GMT -5
Just because i'm an alchemist with a poor ability to control...I-I erm...DON'T MOCK ME!
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Name: Lukal (LOO-KAH-LAH)
Race: Human…we’ll just say human to make him happy.
Age: 19
Sign: leo *roar*
Sex: Yes please…*cough* erm male
Eye Color: Perhaps one of the most interesting features of Lukal; his eyes seem to reflect exactly how he is feeling internally. The colourations they take differ from one another – he has heterochromia, which was or so he was told not hereditary but a stray mutant gene developed during; specifically in his late childhood thus giving him one moss green eye (true eye pigment) whilst the left eye is a brown/grey, not really noticeable unless you look long enough. He loved it when his dad use to say ‘the gods must have taken a bottle and captured the galaxy in them before spilling a drop into your eyes lad’. It wasn’t until he was older that he truly understood the meaning of that statement…but being young and naive he just enjoyed knowing that he was special in a sense and not just an oddity. Each eye appears to contain many secrets, some terrible and others pleasant. They tell a story; a portion of his history, and some of his inner soul. They inform you of the real Lukal, and expose his sentimental thoughts and views upon the outside world even those he admires. Naturally, Lukal considers his eyes to be an emotional flaw, seeing as they reveal his emotions and contemplations with every passing moment.
Hair Color: Untamed locks, the longest strands just tickling past his chin and the back of his neck. Being various shades of brown like the scattered leaves of autumn, basically he’s a brunette with streaks of auburn, reds and orange…blame his infernal scalp burning concoctions. It’s like he had managed to catch the little sparks from fireworks in his hair to give it that unique explosion affect. In certain lights, it seems that there are faint sheens of gold in his hair, sometimes even a silver white. He allows it to fall freely around his cranium, flowing down gently past his earlobes and often he’ll sweep the longer parts of his fringe so that it covers his left eye in an almost nonchalant, yet vaguely perplexing manner.
Height: 6”1
Weight: 142lb, slender is still growing apparently.
Skin Tone: Naturally a creamy fleshy tone and it is thought Lukal was a descendent of he northerners. Very mildly tanned, leaning a little on the buttery brown side. All that walking around.
Nationality: Born on a boat in the Sea of the Abyss…erm he’s Abyssian? Not too sure, grew up living in different locations, poor boy very confused. Bit of a mongrel at heart, but there’s definitely some Northerner blood in him.
Physical Description:
Lukal had always considered himself to be an average man, not too tall, not too thin in his view, an average height, decent life style but, next to everyone, he felt absolutely hideous, like a chicken caught in the shadow of a swan or the scum under someone’s boot.
Notable Scars, Tattoos, Markings/Features: Around his right eye there seems to always be green eye shadow on his lids and just underneath his eye, as if someone had come along and dashed him with fine silvery green powder...no it's not makeup! The usual marble like scars litter his skin from his experiments but nothing truly remarkable or noticeable. On his left ear upper cartildge a small silver cuff can be seen, his own little insignia.
Skills: Exploding things.
Specific Power(s):
False Dawn- One of Lukal’s favourite incantation and his own creations. A spell that creates an area of bright light, similar to that of the sun, the stronger the caster the bigger the radius (however Lukal is able to control the size of the radius at will) around the caster acting as a shield keeping/giving the caster a safe and warm feeling. The odd sensation protects whomever the caster wishes to protect. Whilst in a liquid content in a bottle it can act as a small torch light for a longer period, dying over time this can sometimes be referred to as starlight rather then false dawn. The free spell will lasts until the spell is cancelled. As it is Lukal’s own creation no one else will be have come up with quite the same spell similar but not the same.
Said spell is not actually any form of alchemcy what so ever, but simply a little spell Lukal had fun making.
Weapon(s):
Special Equipment:
Personality: Appearing relatively good-natured and innocent at times, Lukal immediately gives the impression even without words that he is a very sophisticated and wise person yet doused with a childish mannerism at times, he is filled with his own knowledge about life and its many whispered secrets. Seeming to have something along the lines of an 'old soul,' he does not often strike any stranger as someone who doesn't know what he is doing at any given time. Yet that is untrue, even the most clever witted of creatures still need to ask questions, the young need to learn as do the old, when do you ever stop learning? Lukal is definitely inquisitive enough to bombard you with questions, some not even relevant but more based upon certain parts of the private anotomy. Just because of his profession it does not mean it takes him a second to grasp certain concepts, after all errors can help one prove their gift. When he is spoken to, he speaks in a very smooth tone, as smooth as his skin and appearance with a very soft and gentle tenor voice almost seductive and unused at times. Rarely raising it even when he is angry, he has a great degree of control over at least one of his seven sins, stronger than the average person if he is spoken to however he still needs to learn life tends to shovel shit your way, what else is there to do but deal with it.
History:
Anything Else: Son of Demosthenes
(To be completed - I know I'm slow.)
//Just a rough outline of Lukal in his outfit, if anyone get's bored feel free to colour him in ^^.//
