[i][color=c8fbff]Keeran Luciano[/color][/i]

Luciano's mornings rarely strayed from his ironclad routine. He awoke as the sky turned to a deep blue twilight, the windows that lined the wall alongside the complex allowed the muted glow to permeate throughout his room. In a methodical but somewhat hurried manner, the soft sounds of fabric echoed silently off the walls as Luciano pulled an undershirt over his head. Loose fitting linen pants drawn to his waist by string completed Luciano's appearance as he quietly entered an empty room adjacent to his own. Although the room maintained the wall of windows, the rest remained unfurnished except for various martial and physical training apparatuses.

Luciano began with a simple body work out and proceeded to the punching bag after wrapping his fists and wrists. With vicious tenacity he unleashed numerous punches and kicks that contorted the bag to his ruthless blows. His sharp movements finally came to a stop with the sound of Luciano's labored breathing. The white haired man propped himself against the punching bag as a faint mist rose from his body in the cool room. He watched the blue skies slowly grow brighter, causing him to abandon the bag and directly wander from the back room to the kitchen of his flat.

A towel dangled from his neck, blending in with his long hair as Luciano cooked, the sounds of pots and pans being shuffled about. Thoughtlessly, he poured the oat meal into a bowl and walked to his sister's bed side, gently waking her by running his hand through her hair. The girls eyes slowly opened as her pupils groggily focused on Luciano's face. A warm smile floated across the man's face and in that moment, he was Keeran, sitting beside his afflicted sister with oatmeal in hand. 
[color=c8fbff]"Good morning, Aife."[/color] He said has he helped in sitting her upright. Although Aife could control her torso and arms, she still needed help as her muscles were atrophied to the point that she could not lift herself up.
[color=ffbcfc]"Morning, brother."[/color] Aife answered cheerfully as Luciano placed her oatmeal in her lap for her to eat.
Although Aife made a display to wrinkle her nose at what her brother had prepared, she happily began to eat as she looked out the window to her room. Watching the sun peek above the horizon and splash the sky with a vivid plethora of colors left Aife at a loss for words. After a few moments of silence, she heard a chuckle at her wonderment from behind her and whipped her head about in a scowl, inquiring what was so amusing. By then, Luciano had already composed his features and shook his head, feigning as if he had never laughed.

The two sat in contented, idle conversation until Aife finished her oatmeal. Luciano took her dishes away and lay her back down, his warm appearance putting his sister at ease as he moved back into the kitchen, from there, his voice echoed with the sounds of running water, [color=c8fbff]"I'm going to work in a moment, is there anything else you need?"[/color] Luciano asked, to which he received a short 'no'.

Luciano attended Corvi's meeting in his usual suit and tie, his unchanging features maintaining a stoic presence throughout the allocation of jobs. Although he had rarely ever worked with either of his two newly appointed partners, he had no qualms or reason to object. He simply accepted his task with a nod of understanding and watched as Kat replied and addressed himself and the other male of the small group. Luciano's opinion of Kat was simple: [color=c8fbff][i]Impractical, but not Incapable.[/i][/color] However, he added Rough Mannered to her small repertoire just as quickly. Likewise he felt that Kieran was equal parts formidable as he was unbalanced, holding the genius to the limitation that he was very specialized, and thus, not all that diverse in application. Despite his reservations, Luciano only thought on how to complete his task, neither holding his group mates in disdain or reverence.