Lucas Arias
| Race: | Human | |
| Sex: | Male | |
| Age: | 22 | |
| Birthday: | Spring 20, 494 AV | |
| Location: | Alvadas | |
| Place of Birth: | Syliras |
Appearance & Personality
At nearly twenty-two Lucas isn’t the weird looking boy he once was anymore (and he was a very weird looking boy). Shortly after his eighteenth birthday he had a belated and much hoped for growth spurt and stands at a not quite as diminuitive 5‘8“ now. He’s still a little on the skinny side, but that will hopefully change soon now that he’s finally out of puberty (Lucas really hated puberty).
Lucas’ natural hair color is bright red. Inarta red, people call it. It’s so red that people often accuse him of being an Inarta bastard (his height is also the average height for a male Inarta). He’s often been asked whether he has misplaced his eagle. Lucas usually replies that he is not an Inarta bastard, but the secret love child of Loren Dyres, Grandmaster of the Syliran Knights.
Since always having the same hair color is boring, Lucas occasionally dyes his hair. Sometimes it’s brown or black or another normal color, but he’s also dyed it blue once, because he can. His eyes are also blue, a very bright blue and often twinkle with mischief, and his skin is always a little too pale which has an unfortunate side effect. Other people get a tan, Lucas gets a sunburn.
Lucas has a rather expressive face. When he concentrates, he furrows his brow. When something puzzles him, he raises his eyebrows until they almost meet his hairline. When he is angry, his face turns red like a tomato, and when he smiles, he almost seems to radiate from within.
He can be very charming and polite if he wants to, but he usually doesn’t want to. He can cry on command. He lies so much that even he isn’t sure what the truth is anymore, and he loves inappropriate and morbid jokes.
He is an adventurer at heart and sees life as a challenge. His behaviour often borders on the reckless. He loves playing pranks on people. He is a very direct person and has a sharp tongue.
He’s also nearly fearless and always willing to take a risk, even if all the odds seem to be stacked against him, and no matter what he does, he never takes advantage of those that are weaker than him.
He is willing to stand up for the things he believes in, even if he is hurt in the process. He is extremely protective of those that are close to him, even if he occasionally makes fun of them.
He is also very imaginative and loves to draw, mostly things that don’t exist, such as female Akalak, male Konti and people with square or triangular heads and more eyes than they should have.
On his left arm is a peculiar tattoo, a complicated knotwork in different shades of grey and black that seems to move at times, making your head spin a little – the mark of Kelwyn.
Lucas’ natural hair color is bright red. Inarta red, people call it. It’s so red that people often accuse him of being an Inarta bastard (his height is also the average height for a male Inarta). He’s often been asked whether he has misplaced his eagle. Lucas usually replies that he is not an Inarta bastard, but the secret love child of Loren Dyres, Grandmaster of the Syliran Knights.
Since always having the same hair color is boring, Lucas occasionally dyes his hair. Sometimes it’s brown or black or another normal color, but he’s also dyed it blue once, because he can. His eyes are also blue, a very bright blue and often twinkle with mischief, and his skin is always a little too pale which has an unfortunate side effect. Other people get a tan, Lucas gets a sunburn.
Lucas has a rather expressive face. When he concentrates, he furrows his brow. When something puzzles him, he raises his eyebrows until they almost meet his hairline. When he is angry, his face turns red like a tomato, and when he smiles, he almost seems to radiate from within.
He can be very charming and polite if he wants to, but he usually doesn’t want to. He can cry on command. He lies so much that even he isn’t sure what the truth is anymore, and he loves inappropriate and morbid jokes.
He is an adventurer at heart and sees life as a challenge. His behaviour often borders on the reckless. He loves playing pranks on people. He is a very direct person and has a sharp tongue.
He’s also nearly fearless and always willing to take a risk, even if all the odds seem to be stacked against him, and no matter what he does, he never takes advantage of those that are weaker than him.
He is willing to stand up for the things he believes in, even if he is hurt in the process. He is extremely protective of those that are close to him, even if he occasionally makes fun of them.
He is also very imaginative and loves to draw, mostly things that don’t exist, such as female Akalak, male Konti and people with square or triangular heads and more eyes than they should have.
On his left arm is a peculiar tattoo, a complicated knotwork in different shades of grey and black that seems to move at times, making your head spin a little – the mark of Kelwyn.
Background Story
Lucas was born into a family of knights. His mother was a knight, and his father was a knight, and they were really proud of what they did. His mother even resumed her duty shortly after Lucas‘ birth. From an early age on Lucas was told the stories of his noble ancestors. Becoming something other than a knight had never really been an option for him.
When Lucas expressed his interest in drawing, he was told he could do that as a hobby. When he expressed his admiration for the woman that had circumnavigated the world, his parents told him that he could read books about adventurerers. His duty to Syliras was more important.
He was taught to ride as soon as he was old enough. Not too long after that he learned how to use a sword. He never really got good at riding, but he turned out to have some talent as a swordsman at least and even enjoyed fighting every now and then. From then on his life followed the usual patterns. He became a page and eventually a squire.
As a squire he made a lot of friends and even more enemies due to his sharp tongue and adventurous spirit. The other squires made fun of him a lot because of his red hair and his height, or rather the lack thereof. He in turn played pranks on them. His dorm mates never knew what to expect.
He often snuck out of the dorm at night and explored the city, when he wasn’t too tired from his training. When his knight assigned him on a patrol, he sometimes went to a tavern instead, claiming that he had been asked to inspect it and see if the wine was alright. He made caricatures of other squires and the knights. But there was one thing he never did – He never took advantage of those that were weaker than him. He was not a bully.
One day a new squire that was even shorter than him arrived. A couple of older squires immediately singled the boy out, made fun of him and searched his things – and hit him. Lucas immediately came to the boy’s aid, despite the fact that the other squires were much bigger and stronger than him.
The boy told him that they had found a book of poetry among his things and taken it. Lucas promised him to get it back. At night, when they were asleep, he snuck into their dorm room, retrieved the book – and filled the pitcher with their drinking water with a potion he had bought in the city a while ago.
When they drunk from it the next morning, they had pustules all over their bodies and a horrible itch. Of course they immediately knew it had been him. They had seen him, watching them, when they had beaten up the other boy. When his knight assigned him to yet another patrol, they secretly followed him. They were really angry! They hadn’t been able to do their duty because they had been scratching themselves so much, and their knights had been very mad at them!
Lucas didn’t run, not at first anyway, but rather confronted them, fearless, as always. They of course didn’t care much about his words, but took his sword and beat him up until he was lying there, bleeding. He desperately cried for help – and help arrived, in the most unlikely form. The other boys suddenly found their swords turned to jelly, and every time they tried to hit Lucas, they ended up hitting themselves instead. They ran away, thoroughly scared and embarrassed.
That unusual event was accompagnied by a rain of colorful light. Lucas’s adventurous spirit, his willingness to stand up for those weaker than him, his fearlessness had attracted the attention of Kelwyn. When Lucas had recovered enough to be able to stand again, he realized that his sword had been turned to jelly as well (it even smelled like jelly) – and on his left arm was now a most peculiar tattoo.
Nobody – neither Lucas nor the bullies – spoke of that incident to avoid further trouble with the knights. They agreed to claim that somebody had broken into the armory and stolen their swords (the thief was never found). The new squire who loved poetry so much was left alone from then on, and Lucas was made fun of a little less, although the other squires never stopped entirely, and he still continued his pranks (that still backfired occasionally).
When Lucas expressed his interest in drawing, he was told he could do that as a hobby. When he expressed his admiration for the woman that had circumnavigated the world, his parents told him that he could read books about adventurerers. His duty to Syliras was more important.
He was taught to ride as soon as he was old enough. Not too long after that he learned how to use a sword. He never really got good at riding, but he turned out to have some talent as a swordsman at least and even enjoyed fighting every now and then. From then on his life followed the usual patterns. He became a page and eventually a squire.
As a squire he made a lot of friends and even more enemies due to his sharp tongue and adventurous spirit. The other squires made fun of him a lot because of his red hair and his height, or rather the lack thereof. He in turn played pranks on them. His dorm mates never knew what to expect.
He often snuck out of the dorm at night and explored the city, when he wasn’t too tired from his training. When his knight assigned him on a patrol, he sometimes went to a tavern instead, claiming that he had been asked to inspect it and see if the wine was alright. He made caricatures of other squires and the knights. But there was one thing he never did – He never took advantage of those that were weaker than him. He was not a bully.
One day a new squire that was even shorter than him arrived. A couple of older squires immediately singled the boy out, made fun of him and searched his things – and hit him. Lucas immediately came to the boy’s aid, despite the fact that the other squires were much bigger and stronger than him.
The boy told him that they had found a book of poetry among his things and taken it. Lucas promised him to get it back. At night, when they were asleep, he snuck into their dorm room, retrieved the book – and filled the pitcher with their drinking water with a potion he had bought in the city a while ago.
When they drunk from it the next morning, they had pustules all over their bodies and a horrible itch. Of course they immediately knew it had been him. They had seen him, watching them, when they had beaten up the other boy. When his knight assigned him to yet another patrol, they secretly followed him. They were really angry! They hadn’t been able to do their duty because they had been scratching themselves so much, and their knights had been very mad at them!
Lucas didn’t run, not at first anyway, but rather confronted them, fearless, as always. They of course didn’t care much about his words, but took his sword and beat him up until he was lying there, bleeding. He desperately cried for help – and help arrived, in the most unlikely form. The other boys suddenly found their swords turned to jelly, and every time they tried to hit Lucas, they ended up hitting themselves instead. They ran away, thoroughly scared and embarrassed.
That unusual event was accompagnied by a rain of colorful light. Lucas’s adventurous spirit, his willingness to stand up for those weaker than him, his fearlessness had attracted the attention of Kelwyn. When Lucas had recovered enough to be able to stand again, he realized that his sword had been turned to jelly as well (it even smelled like jelly) – and on his left arm was now a most peculiar tattoo.
Nobody – neither Lucas nor the bullies – spoke of that incident to avoid further trouble with the knights. They agreed to claim that somebody had broken into the armory and stolen their swords (the thief was never found). The new squire who loved poetry so much was left alone from then on, and Lucas was made fun of a little less, although the other squires never stopped entirely, and he still continued his pranks (that still backfired occasionally).
