Name:
Lucas Elliot Chance
Race:
Mixed (Half Human Half Vantha)
Birthday & Age:
His birthday is the 16th of Winter 500AV, and the child has just reached the age of 12.
Personality:
Lucas is an intelligent lad, and learns rather quickly. Any rebuke he receives from a master is taken to heart. He loves challenges, in fact, he craves them, and does not quit until he over comes the task...even when ordered against it. It's believed this trait was passed on to him by his father. This can tend to land him into trouble.
Lucas has the thrive to be best at everything he does, with courage elders took years to acquire. He's obedient, yet needs firm guidance, being he is a child. He works best with strict guardians or masters. He has the habit of biting his lip when in trouble, guilty, or worried, antsy or upset. For any master he's an almost perfect apprentice. That means, not only is he obedient, a quick learner and witty, he provides a challenge to train with his almost cockiness, and impulsiveness.
He also has much capability to fend for himself. Loosing his parents young was a devastating experience for a small child. However, it toughened him up in a way that had him growing up with his confidence and charisma.
Living in a world such as Mizahar can have a child witness horrors such as death.
Fear is always secretly dripping down Lucas's core, one of his weaknesses. His Master has taught him to hide such an emotion if he wants to survive. And that is exactly what the boy does.
A thirst for answers. To everything there must be an answer. This philosophy has always captivated Lucas. To obtain a fair challenge, to complete a task, to do anything, you must get the answer.
Physical Information:
Lucas is 4' 8'', weighing in at about 106 pounds. Being that he's physically active with his training, his body stays toned and slightly muscular. His hair is black, but with almost unusual streaks of blond at the tips. He's a fit young man, able to run fast and throw far. He's got an adorable face, and deceitfully has the mask of child innocence. However, his eyes, which shift from vibrant icy blue to cloudy grey, startlingly hold the wisdom and pain that does not belong on a young boy. His skin is lightly kissed with a natural tan. Though childlike, he keeps a semi-serious expression on his face, and gives out impish smiles when he's nervous, shy, or simply when he's caught doing childish naughtiness. Which, is rare. When he smiles, he has an almost deep dimple on each cheek, his eyes usually averting downwards when such a thing occurs.
Character History:
Lucas was born in Avanthal. His mother, Analeisa, was a strong willed human with the will to survive. His father, Caesar, was an intelligent warrior with a big heart and an open mind. They raised their son lovingly, but with strength. During a deathly confrontation with a Polar Bear Sire, Lucas' pregnant mother was brutally murdered. His father, devastated, went after the hands that were responsible for his lover's spilt blood. All they found of him was a silver necklace that had belong to his late wife. He was either in-slaved or most likely killed as well. Lucas was only two.
A master looking for the suitable apprentice came across the word of the orphaned child. Given who his parents were, and the way the toddler simply looked at other creatures, with an assurance that could kill, he was quickly chosen. Lucas can't remember much of his parents, but images of his mother's loving gaze and his
father's confident smile always stay on his mind.
When he was five years old, Lucas came across a strange weapon. A bow. After making his first shot, he never put the instrument down. He'd practice whenever he could, even sneaking away to do so if he needed to. Magic always interested him as well.
Training & Skill Points:
Weapon(Dagger): 15 SP
Fletching/Bowing: 15 SP
Carving: 10 SP
Wilderness Survival:10
Persuasion: 10
10 Being Racial Bonus
Family Heirloom:
Weapon (Short bow)
Equipment
■ 1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included)
■ 1 Waterskin
■ 1 Backpack which contains: ■ 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
■Food for a week or 1 bottle of embalming fluid (for Nuits)
■1 eating knife
■Flint & Steel
