Name: Lucas Hugoson
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Age: 24
Appearance: Lucas is a tall bastard. Not necessarily big, but tall enough for his natural stance is to be looking down on you. But aside from that, not a thing about him is intimidating. His eyes are a faded blue, his hair is short and blond, bleached nearly white by the sun. His pale red skin is recovering from sunburn and finally starting to tan a little. He wears a crew uniform.
Personality: Lucas can get along well with most people, being very approachable once you get past his height. However he has trouble making any lasting connections with anyone. With regards to both people as trades, he is a student of all, a master of none.
Backstory: Lucas grew up in a small rural town. After three failed attempts at college in the capital his homeland of Sweden he ran out of possible ideas for a future. Unable to find something to do with his life he milled about for a while till his roommate kicked him out. Unwilling to move back home, he traveled Scandinavia at random for a year or two until money ran out. One day he got in contact with a distant uncle in America trough social media, one he barely knew about. After discovering this guy had a cruise he quickly got himself a job there as deckhand. He very little about sailing, but he'd learn on the job. And it would be a great opportunity to get away from the world for a little while to think of what he wanted out of life. 
Crew, Passenger, or Smuggler/Tribe: Crew
Additional Information: He has no tattoos, marks, piercings or anything else to prove he's been outside for a day of his life.