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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Apr 21, 2013 17:12:57 GMT -5
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sex: male | sexual orientation: Pansexual| race: Bount ALIASES:Bloody Cross, Zess. AGE:427 AGE OF APPEARANCE:19
Two People Will Find Love FACE CLAIM:URAGIRI WA BOKU NO NAMAE WO SHITTEIRU -- LUKA CROSSZERIA
HEIGHT:5'10"
WEIGHT:167 lbs
APPEARANCE:Luka is a being of what would typically be considered a dreamy guy. Tall, dark and handsome. He has a strong, athletic build though he isn't bulging with muscle math, instead smooth with a clear tone. He has pale, almost translucent skin which is only highlighted by his black hair which he keeps cut just above his shoulder, bangs stopping around his cheek bones to his chin. He has silver irises with slit pupils which often draw attention. He claims they are simply contacts to other humans and that his fangs are simply just fakes. Another one of his more noticeable features is a marking on his left arm. It is in the shape of two red X's and while it may look like a tattoo it was originally a branding placed there when he was only a child which seemed to turn red when he was changed into a bount.
He usually wears dark color clothing, none all that casual in nature. Even his casual clothes have some kind of intricate designs or some kind of fancy detail in them. He's not a believer in letting one's self look trashy no matter the circumstance.
However he always wears a select few peices of jewelry. One of these is a black chain necklace with a black cross as its pendant. That cross has the same jewel that can be found in Roxass's handle. He also wears a black are cuff on his left ear with with the same jewel again.
To A World Free Of Betrayal LIKES: -Junk Food -Being useful -Hid master -Teaching people (bitches) lessons -Being around people he likes
DISLIKES: -Being displayed in public places -Causing trouble for people he cares about -Useless Fighting -Creepy People -Anyone who stands up against Blood
NEGATIVE TRAITS: -He is reckless and tends to not care about keeping what he is a secret when he is fighting, burning down forests or leaving huge craters in his wake. -He loses his cool easily when some one he cares about is in trouble -Its hard to get along with him most of the time because he generally doesn't care who does and doesn't like him -He has put up several walls to show off how much he doesn't care -He likes to remain secretive, not liking to talk much about his past or voicing his opinions -He doesn't understand a lot about people, often insulting them without fully realizing it, or doing something not entirely normal and drawing strange attention to himself.
POSITIVE TRAITS: -He'll stop at no end to make sure no one he cares about is harmed -He truly does care, even if he doesn't like to show it at all -He will never betray his master, no matter what harm it may bring him -He keeps on going in a fight no matter what until he just can't anymore -He tries to keep the people around him happy -He doesn't like to burden other people with his own problems, instead allowing himself to be used as something to comfort them.
EXTRAS:People naturally flock to Luka because of his good looks and the overall 'cool guy' vibe he gives off, despite an unapproachable aura he gives off. He isn't fond of this fact about himself though. He isn't good with being around too many people at a time, especially if they are ones he doesn't know or isn't fond of. Normally he will just stand there silently as they ask him questions or talk to him, not really saying anything but one word answers a best, often looking around for help from somebody he likes, then being washed over by relief as he more or less abandons whatever crowd has come to see him.
Though if it happens to be somebody he clearly doesn't like, either some one just annoying and mouth and hotheaded or somebody creepy he won't be shy to be rude to them, giving them a glare of death before storming off, above actually punching them dead in the face..usually. Sometimes even some one like him loses their cool. This of course happens more than he'd like to admit. In his life and being around a person like Blood brings one into contact with some rather creepy people as one can imagine.
Despite all that cold nature he can become close to a certain few. Even then he doesn't say a whole lot but he can say a few things that can get across whatever he wants to be said.
It would seem like he was from another world entirely. He doesn't know how to properly act like he were from this world even if he has lived there for over 400 years. He doesn't understand that some things he does may be considered abnormal, like kicking down a wall to intimidate somebody, or going to the grocery store in his most luxurious clothes. He just doesn't understand that people would be looking at him. He doesn't understand most of what slang people use, usually having to have it explained to him by somebody else. He also doesn't know the law very well, which probably has a lot to do with Blood's influence. An example being his drivers license, which no he did not earn, which he just assumed was some worthless piece of plastic that allowed him to drive. Even more disconnected from whats normal he only recently started eating junk food, finding out all the goodness he had been missing out on.
The Mistakes Of The Past Will Leave Your Side WEAPONS:Roxass-It is a black marble looking claymore sword, 4 feet in length from its tip to the end of its handle. a foot up on each side of its blade has two spikes coming out from it. In the center of its bat wing like handle is a red stone, glowing form time to time like it had energy running through it.
DOLL:name: Sodom
sealed form: Sodom comes in the shape of small, black plushie of what looks to be the cross of a dragon and a rabbit. It is no more than seven inches from its rodent like head to its pointed devil tail though its ears are almost as long. Its body looks like its made up of mostly just black fur with short little legs. Its almost like Sodom can vanish though because not many people ever see this form of it, mostly because Luka prefers not to be seen with such a cute stuffed animal, which is probably understandable since Luka is a bad ass, right hand of a pimp and needs to be feared. An adorable plushie would seem to take away from it even if he secretly likes it.
ZEIGE DICH!:description: Sodom transforms into a small boy who looks to be about 11 years old, no taller than about 4'8 with a thin build. He has a dark skin tone with wavy black hair on his head. He would seem like a normal boy if it weren't for his fangs, black cats ears and his devil hair that pokes out ffrom his while sleeveless shirt. He wears black shorts along with a pair of black socks and matching arm warmers and a black collar around his neck. Again he doesn't seem like the most threatening of dolls, something Luka picked up on as a strike of bad luck. Still though theres that dark secret that he really doesn't mind the cuteness, still liking Sodom as his doll due to his power.
type: magical energy
techniques: Name: Draconum Unguibus (Dragon's Claws) Type: Offensive Cost: Low Range: Medium Description: Anywhere from 1 to 10 balls of electrical looking violet masses form around Sodom. They don't have the most energy put into them but they are strong for a post before powering down until they become nearly ineffective by 3 posts. They are meant more to be used all at the same time though their aim is usually a bit off due to Sodom's lack of attention.
Name: Draconum Rugiet (Dragon's Roar) Type: Offensive Cost: medium Range: short-long Description: Summoning up the power of his inner beast, Sodom surrounds his hand in what seems to be a violet electrical mass of his magic. He can release this in blast that is larger than those of Draconum Unguibus, acting much more like a combination of its blasts, ranging anywhere to 5 feet to teen feet in diameter. He can also instead choose to transfer this energy to Luka's sword to give it more power for one post.
Name: Draconum Alarum (Dragon's Wings) Type: Defensive Cost: High Range: close/medium Description: Sodom summons two black dragon like wings from the ground. They wrap around him and Luka and anyone Luka may deem worthy like a barrier, fending off most attacks that may come from the outside for a duration of two posts or until one wing is broken after 2 attacks. Once Sodom deems it ready the wings suddenly open up, releasing a wave of what looks like violet energy with to push his enemies back. It will still do this even if it is broken instead of released.
Name: Draco Interiorem (Inner Dragon) Type: Offensive Cost: High Range: medium/long Description: Using all of his power Sodom summons up his inner beast in the form of his energy, a dragon nearly 30 feet tall with wings of violet electricity and dark red scales that seem to be made up of some type of hard metal with foot long claws and spikes down it back which grow to nearly two feet at its tail. He can either let his dragon attack physically or allow it to breath out a blast similar to that of Draconum Rugiet though faster in speed and in power. This is a very taxing ability and can usually only be used for a short time before Sodom risks draining himself and Luka, on average two to three posts depending on how drained he may be beforehand.
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Without Hesitation Move Onto The Future HISTORY:Luka was born into what could have possibly been the worst family to have been born into. They were under the control of a rich Lord. Some century or so before a however number of great grandfathers committed a grave sin against the Lord he served under. As a punishment he made the man and his family his slaves, as opposed to killing them on the spot. He also announced that any descendants of that man would be under the control of his family until the end of time. And thats the life of servitude Luka was born into. From the moment he was born he was labeled a sinner and given no more worth than that of property.
However Luka himself quickly peaked the interest of the Master of his mother and father. From a young age the unique genes of his family was apparent. He was bright and stronger than any of his cousins, even more so than he twin brother. Even more importantly he was clearly going to be a good looking man, and would be desirable even then by any of the strange men out in the world. It was clear from the start that Luka wouldn't be staying with his family to serve under that same Lord his entire life.
When he was seven he was moved into his Master's main house, given the attention any one of his sons would have gotten, He learned how to fight, how to ride horses, and the basic education that would be given to a seven year old back in those times which didn't really peak much of Luka's interests. The fighting though. He was a splendid fighter even for being so young. He absolutely loved it. He could have power over somebody else for the first time in his short life.
This life wasn't going to last for long though. He would only have two years of this life of luxury. One night soon after he had turned nine he was ripped from the comfort of his bed by hands that were far too rough. Before he could even register what was going on he was being dragged across the cold stone floor right out of his room and down into the area he knew as the dungeons. He only knew that fact so well because he had spent seven years living in such a place. It was where he was born. Oddly enough he didn't see his mother, nor his father when he finally came to a point where he could rationalize what was going on.
Finally he recognized someone though. His brother was there! He was just a few cells down. Hey called out to him but was ignored. He didn't understand it. He had missed his twin, so so much. Yet he was acting like he hated him in return. He didn't understand it then but it would be explained to him in the next few days the reason behind that hatred. Their parents had given up their lives as part of an agreement to the Master taking Luka in to train him into becoming better, so maybe there was some chance for him. Unknowingly, before he could even read, only knowing how to write his own name, the Master had had him sign something,the very last thing he needed to settle this agreement. The day their parents were ripped away to be killed that very paper was thrown into his brother's face after it was read aloud, along with the last named signed on that paper. Luka wasn't going to hear another word from his brother, only get the pleasure of a few hate filled words when they would meet again in the distant future
Having given up on trying to speak to his brother, or for any one else he didn't really recognize, Luka sat in the farthest corner of his damp, cold cell, confused, worried about what was going on for the next two days. He wasn't visited nor was he allowed outside to work and get their meals like the others were. He was utterly alone serving no other purpose than to just be ignored in this world under the manor. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He didn't dare sleep, too afraid to. Had he done something wrong? He didn't want to be woken up so cruelly again to be dragged to a new torture. He wanted to be awake and able to fight.
However on the third day it seemed like his plan turned its back on his and betrayed him. He was too weak to do more than raise his arm. His body had been spoiled for two years so such a drastic change took a horrible toll on it. He was useless this way. Exhausted, parched and starving. There was nothing he could do when the men came and quickly tied his hands up behind his back. His world became even darker than the barely lit dungeons as he felt something placed over his eyes then tied behind his head. He was trembling now. He was terrified. He was going to be killed. He just knew it.
However something changed his mind about what his fate might be. He was forced to sit up and he felt a painful pressure on his jaw which he did little to fight against, allowing it to open his mouth. Just then water was poured into his mouth with a ladle, something he quickly drank down, not caring how much of it fell from the corners of his mouth to be wasted on the floor. He was given three more ladles full before the water supply was taken away all to soon. While he mourned the loss of the water, he knew the fact tht he had been given such a life necessary thing meant they weren't going to kill him. Relief hit him instantly. At least until something bitter and metal was shoved into his mouth in its place, again being tied behind his head. Luka felt around it. It was like a horse bit only filling mouth a lot more. Some kind of gag. What was that for? He was never really talkative. If his Master wanted him to be more silent they should have just said something instead of going to such an extreme punishment. If only it could have been that simple.
Luka was once again all but gently dragged away, not able to put up much of a fight against it. He couldn't ask any question, see where they were going, nor move much at all to fight like he had planned. So he just let it be. If that gross thing in his mouth was removed he could beg for mercy from the man who had been acting like a father to him the past two years. That was who he was expecting to see. Something seemed off though. He was taken outside, the cold air hitting his weakened body like a brick. He suddenly remember it was winter and cursed these men for leaving him in his thin pajamas that had been soaked by the pond that had evidently decided to form in his cell. He was thrown harshly into what felt like a wood box and there was a slam then a crack of a whip outside and suddenly his container wobbled around madly. A carriage? Maybe his Master had gone to attend a get together of sorts to the manor of a nearby lord. He did that sometimes. So Luka just accepted this as truth, scooting back until he felt he was in a corner, curling up there and lying down. He couldn't stay awake any longer. Clearly staying up wasn't going to do his any good. So despite the empty pain in his stomach, the hard floor, and the way his arms' positions ached he fell asleep, giving into at least one of his body's pleads.
He awoke of his own accord this time, still curled up in the corner of the carriage he was trapped inside. The only reason he knew was because as he groggily woke up that carriage hit a bump, sending him up into the air to come crashing back down to the floor with a harsh thud. Yeah...he was still in that wooden carriage. Not for long though. It slowed down to a stop not more than an hour or so later. Luka could hear voices outside of it and thankfully he recognized one as that of his master. This would all be over so soon. He could go back to his normal bedroom, back to 3 daily meals with snacks and desserts and back to training. He heard a squeak and then a new rush of fresh cold air. All they had to do was come until him and get him in some warm clothes and everything would be fine. That wasn't what happened.
It seemed to be an ongoing trend for him to be just draged out of places, this time by the back of his neck as he was forced to walk for the first time in days. His first few steps were awkward and as he was given a shove out of the carriage his les gave out entirely, leaving him to sit in the cold mud. There was a harsh pain in his back, It felt like he had been hit with some kind of cane. That hand was on his neck again and before chancing another painful blow he forced himself up onto his feet. He was led to a set of stone stairs which he fumbled over until he got the general feel of the mix-matched height of the stairs almost in time for the last step. Then he was suddenly warm and there was a rug under his feet. He was finally inside again.
One trend was coming to an end though. He finally wasn't wrong about something. He was led up another flight of stairs, these ones much easier to maneuver than the previous one, then down a hallway that seemed like it was going forever. Finally they stopped and those leading him were kind enough to at least lead him to the bed. They even took that gross thing out of his mouth and untied his hands. He was given water much like the methods that had been used back at his home. He was even handed a small loaf of bread which he greedily consumed with a bit of trouble at first since he still didn't have his sight, Still thouh he managed. The moment he was done though his hands were seized. He was pushed down to lie on his stomach, arm held up above his head where they were secured with ropes despite his struggles. He was scared again. He asked what was going on but received only the answer of a door closing. Great. He was by himself again. Still though that meant he was safe for then.
He wasn't left to his dark silent world for long though. The door to the room slammed against the wall and Luka could have sword he heard the wood that probably made it up break. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Well here the torture came. And that it did. He felt something like that cane from before come down upon his back a number of times, one time the blunt tip of it even ramming painfully into his temple. After that he had a hard time keeping up with the real world, his body wanting to give in. He was brought back to full reality when there was a searing pain in his arm. He was on fire! He had to be! He let out an ear piercing scream that tore apart his dry throat. He was about to bit down on his tongue to escape before two hands where shoved into his mouth, keeping his jaws painfully spread apart. He couldn't contain the tears that stung at his eyes as he continued to cry out, trying to make words and beg this to stop.
At some point that pain got duller, more aching than anything else as long as his arm wasn't touched. His mouth was released and he collapsed down into the bed utterly exhausted and barely able to keep his mind from slipping into unconsciousness. There was a rough tug on his hair and he shouted out in protest which proved to be useless. Another set of hands reached back behind his head, untying his blindfold. He finally saw light again, and even if it stung at first he was grateful to have his sight back. And above him was an angel. This man had wavy blonde hair, skin as fair as his own and eyes bluer than the sky. Then a cruel look came onto his face. He was no angel.
"You are Mine now" he was told. Someone form behind the man stepped forward, yanking his sore arm painfully and he turned his eyes to look at it. They soon widened in horror. Upon he arm now was two burnt markings in the shape of stack X's.. HE had been branded. That what that pain had come from. Luka knew then that his life wasn't going back to normal. He wasn't going back home to his own room and he wasn't going to have the luxuries he had there. That time was over.
With that much made clear to him, he was finally released, allowed to fall back into the bed, the only thing remaining to bind him being the ropes around his wrists though the ache they made were easily forgettable compared to his sore body. He fell asleep soon after, not even having the second thought about doing so. He wasn't going to make any super plan that would fail him again. He knew from the beginning he was nothing more than property. It was finally real to him.
He woke up on his own again but almost as soon as he did the door to his room opened. He flinched, head shooting in the direction of the door. It was that man again, the man who had declared himself Luka's new master. He was smiling though, looking at Luka with such care than he didn't trust for a moment. At least not at first. Instantly Luka sat up even though his body was rather against it. He didn't take his eyes off of that man as he walked in, carrying a tray. He set it down before Luka and he couldn't help but attack the water and food that had been brought to him. It wasn't just bread either. He was treated to fruit as well as a slice of ham which he savored the taste of. He stopped when that man's hand came and touched his arm lightly which instantly sent a jolt of pain through his small body. He flinched away, the tray tumbling to the floor with a loud bang. Oh god. He was going to be hit again. He waited for it but it never came. Was this really the same man? It didn't seem like it.
He was kind. He even apologized for the night before, claiming that all the rough hands were just to make sure that Luka didn't move and mess up the branding or go and kill himself. And the branding was just a custom for his servants (because he was too nice to say slaves) as a way to set them apart from the other trash some people had. It was like branding the best of horses. He claimed Luka was special and as such he had to have a special mark. He said he was proud of the boy for withstanding what must have been such unbearable pain, even if he was still young. He said he deserved some kind of reward.
Of course the reward he got was not one he much wanted. It started with nothing more than a simple massage to relax his sore muscles and before long those hands were wandering far to much for Luka's comfort. He didn't say anything though, knowing it wouldn't do anything. What happened from there was something Luka would have rather forgotten about as he was violated in a way he never wished to be though it would happen time and time again in the all too near future.
That kind master was long forgotten, all and act. When he was done that first time that look of sick satisfaction and his cruel smile with that sense of evil behind it returned and Luka knew that he had just gotten his hopes up again. His life was going to be this hell from now on. And there was nothing he could do about it.
He came to learn that the man who had bought him from his previous master was a brother of the current king. He still had the ruling power behind his brother but didn't nearly have the public eye as the king did. It was because of this that he was able to buy all these slaves and get away with what he did without much of anyone saying anything. If they did...well he was the head of his brother's army. He could get people to be silenced without much trouble.
Much to his surprise he continued on with his fighting lessons in his new home in just a matter of months. The time before that was just his master teaching him things he really wasn't much interested in relating to his least favorite service to this man. Once his body was able get over a good few constant beating along with getting used to its new services he was allowed to go outside again, welcomed by the warm spring air and the joy he always had in fighting. He quickly grew strong again, displaying the raw power that his master had been told about by his previous master. Even when he just turned ten he was taking on opponents nearly twice his age. He was given the special privilege of accompanying his master out into battle when he left his manor. While he still had his...other duties to preform...he got to do what he liked best. He was at the front of the pack by the time he was 13, shocking the other warriors that were under his master's command.
By the time he was 16 he was allowed to leave of his own free will. More or less his Master grew lazy, simply sending Luka out to take care of his business while he was tended to by his other servants. Luka didn't put up much argument against it, even if some of the tasks he was given were clearly suicide missions. Or they would have been to anyone but him. There were only a few battles he ever had to retreat from and he was quickly building a name of fame for himself.
Still though he was forced to keep that marking on his arm visible at all times. It marked him for what he was and no matter his success he was always ridiculed and left as an outcast to any of the men he led despite their need to follow him. And the times he was back home he was subjected to his other duties as well as harsh punishments he never wished to return to. There was only so much he could take now. He no longer enjoyed fighting the way he had used to. He was nothing but a tool with no worth attached to it and given no purpose other than to be that tool. He found it hard to find any joys in life.
On his seventeenth birthday he was sitting alone within his room, having been allowed the day off from doing anything. He took full advantage of it, spending nearly the whole day in the baths resting up and healing his battered body. He had only returned to his room late at night to have a small pastry that had been given to him by his master. He found himself not alone though before he could even take the first bite. He drew his sword immediately. He didn't know how this person got into his room out of nowhere nor who they were but that wouldn't matter soon enough.
He was halted by an offer he couldn't refuse. They offered him a way out of this hell he had been left to. All Luka had to do was go with them . They promised him a life of heavens and an eternal life filled with joy and purpose. He couldn't refuse them. He said nothing to anybody as he followed this person out. They didn't even seem to see the person he was with. Perhaps they were one of those that had been shunned? Luka didn't question it, just followed to what he would pray would finally be freedom.
However all the good things in life never seemed to present themselves justly to Luka. He was taken away but it wasn't to a life much better than the one he had left. There were tests run and he spent most of his days locked up in a room or even tied down to a bed which left him to succumb to the haunting memories of his pasts and similar situations to those. One day there was an accident though. There was an explosion on one of the days he had been lucky enough to be in a place where he could run. Something was different though. He felt powerful. More so than he ever had.
He didn't know how he did it but he found familiar places, ones he recognized as previous battle grounds. He had only been gone for two years. They were still charred from flames and barren without much plant life, the smell of death lingering. It was sickening yet welcomed. It told Luka he was close to where he needed to be. It didn't take him long to travel back to his master's...no his ex-master's manor. And he was all but welcomed nicely. And he didn't want to be. He didn't have any nice things in store for this place.
He was met first by that man, that blasted man who had caused him nothing but misery and he didn't not look pleased to see his favorite slave after two years of just vanishing. Luka couldn't have cared less what kind of expression was on his face though. The moment he drew Roxass his face was met with the tip of his blade which pierced straight through his skull. This new surge of power made Luka even stronger than he ever hoped he could be. He could finally slay this man. And he had.
There were of course consequences to his actions though. All the warriors that had fought under him, despite knowing how strong Luka was before, and seeing how much stronger he had gotten, they all rushed at him. They were pests though. Luka blade met the flesh of hundreds of men and not one's of them was able to do more than eave a scrape on his fair skin. They ran into their deaths with out knowing what they were doing. Luka felt no remorse for them, even less remorse for those that had added to his misery. When the last man was cut down, when the last body was added to the mountain of corpses Luka walked over with no respect, he finally entered the manner. He was greeted with the terrified eyes of the others that had the same branding as him.
"Get out" He instructed them and with no hesitation they obeyed. Luka had no intentions of harming them. They had met the same fate he did. He wanted them to be free and out of their hell. However there were those that just didn't leave, claiming loyalty to their fallen master and labeling Luka a traitor. He would have none of that and that head count that was attached to his beloved Roxass increased once more.
Luka wasn't done there though. Not even in the slightest. He turned around from that place, leaving it to crumble and rot with time, heading to his next destination. News of what he had done beat him there and it seemed the man he had gone to see had prepared just in case Luka came for him next. Yes Luka had gone back to his original master, the one that enslaved his family and the one that sold him into that laugh for quite the chunk of cash.
It was a pitiful fight. He had no more than a few dozen barely trained fighters to defend his chubby form and when they were all cut down he tried to run, his short, fat legs hardly doing him any good in escaping Luka's sword which pierced through his oiling flesh with ease. It was over. He killed the two men he wanted to and he figured he'd never have to fight again. Even fighting them had been torture to Luka, though it did make up for what they did to him.
There was one more matter to attend to. Luka walked down to the dungeons, no one getting in his way. He ripped apart the bars of a cell, someone with long black hair and sickly pale skin sitting inside. He was disappointed to see a face that was almost a perfect mirror of his own look back at him as that person stood up. What surprised him though was the hatred that still burned in his twins eyes. He was trying to make up for what he had done. If their parents were gone...then they could at least be a family together right? How wrong he was proven.
"You've shamed them" Three words. That was all his brother told him before storming past him, knowing there was no reason for him to bother staying within his cage. He would just be left there to die with no master anyway, He didn't even thank Luka for being the one that let him out, not meeting his eyes as he walked by, leaving shocked Luka behind. Luka left that place, much more alone than he had originally planned on, but what else could he do?
He spent some time on his own after that. The only times he wasn't alone was when that mark on his arm, that mark that had some time turned deep crimson without Luka even realizing, was recognized and he was quickly ambushed. As it turned out killing the brother of a king got a hefty bounty on one's head. He fought them all off though, not even using a fraction of his strength to do so.
There was one day when he wasn't alone though. A voice appeared to him one night, one he couldn't pin point the location of. Only then it took on a physical form as well, that which he would later know to call his doll. Sodom was absolutely pathetic looking, a furball when he was sealed and a lanky dark-skinned boy when he was released. How did some one like him end up with a doll so lively and useful and all around pathetic looking? He'd never really know but still he grew close to his doll, training with it as he traveled and when he stopped to rest he had somebody to talk to. Though it was more like somebody to talk at him.
Luka didn't know how many decades passed by. All he knew was that he wasn't aging or weakening in the slightest. Despite how much he hated it before, he was missing having some one to command him. He had even less purpose now than he did when his was enslaved. He didn't know how the world worked and he was never good with people so it was difficult to get anywhere in learning about how it worked. So he kept to himself cut off from the rest of the world. It was about that time he met Blood.
He was just out walking one night when he happened to take notice of the man pulling along a struggling woman, leaving her in chains as she was shoved into the back of a carriage. He knew how that song and dance went. He drew Roxass, his mind set on doing to this man what he had done to so many before. However this one was able to stop him, much to his surprise. There was something about him that made Luka stop at that.
Somehow he found himself being recruited by the man. He wasn't going to end up like that woman who was being traded into slavery though. No he was instead appointed to looking over what property Blood had left. Oddly enough he didn't reject. These people wouldn't exactly stand any chance with lives outside of what they had now anyway. He knew that much well.
Something that was apparent was that Blood wasn't any normal man. Luka slipped in a question every now and then before coming to the conclusion that the man was just like himself. That changed something for him. Luka finally fit in somewhere and nobody paid attention to the branding on his arm. He took on an oath to stay by Blood's side from then on. And that he did, until he practically became the man's right hand. If Blood went some where Luka went with him, carrying out and dirty work Blood had to do. And he didn't mind it as much as he thought. He was being useful without being forced and still living the only kind of life he knew how but without being enslaved. He couldn't have asked for more.
RP SAMPLE:bep.boards.net/index.cgi?board=reg&action=display&thread=113 CLASS/LEVEL:AV-1 STATS:HAN: 15 REI: 10 HAK: 14 SEI: 17 BUK: 17 HOH: 11 Points Earned: 1 Total points:84
A World Free Of Betrayal In Sight CBOX/OOC NAME:Ulqui (duh #1 luka fan >.>) OTHER CHARACTERS:Ruko Yokune Rou Alloway Shen Ruan Ukyo Matsuoka Roxanna Baines Lewin Leofwine Kasia Kumiega |
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Apr 23, 2013 17:30:29 GMT -5
Done~~~
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Post by Hash on Apr 23, 2013 19:49:17 GMT -5
Moving to the database~
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