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    [h1][color=cyan]❈ WHO AM I? ❈[/color][/h1]
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    [indent][indent][right][h3]》 [color=cyan]𝖡𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖢𝖲[/color]: Luka Krasnoff [b]||[/b]  20  [b]||[/b]  Daeva [/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][right][i][color=cyan]"We'll all be ashes in the end."[/color][/i][/right][/indent][/indent]
    [indent][indent][i]A young man born and raised on the unforgiving borderlands of Siberia, where the government still maintains a stronghold to guard against the ever encroaching threats of leftovers from the last Calamity. The harsh conditions of the borderlands had made Luka a survivalist, but it was his father's iron-fisted training that made him a fighter. Years later, when the man finally succumbed on the field as Daevas tend to, Luka was alone in the world as a young man. Having never really formally joined the borderland guards, he followed his father's will and returned to New York, to scatter the man's ashes. [/i]
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    [indent][indent][right][h3]》 [color=cyan]𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤[/color]: 185cm tall (210cm with the horns)  [b]||[/b]  86 kg  [/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr]
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    Tall and well-built, with long exotic platinum hair and bright red horns, Luka can certainly draw the eyes. His right horn seemed to have been broken off near the base, though. His eyes were also peculiar, the iris are slits like a beast's, while the sclera is jet black. His tail is long and whip-like, tipped half way with tufts of white fluffy hair. The skin of his hands and feet is reddish in color, and each of his fingers is tipped with hard, sharp nails that almost resembled talons. He filed down his toe nails, just for the sake of wearing shoes, but he doesn't really see the need of doing the same thing for his hands.
    Despite his exotic and often intimidating appearance, Luka is actually soft-spoken and mild-mannered, at least in his human form. Often seen in ill-fitting and mismatched military fatigues or crummy t-shirts, it was quite clear that he is careless about his appearance. Yet, the look fits him somehow, with his slit eyes and feline grace. One would often be reminded of a prowling predator, if not for the warmth in his smiles.   
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    [indent][indent][indent][right][h3]》 [color=cyan]𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]
    [indent][indent][indent][i]Having grown up among the beasts and mountains of Siberia, Luka's social skills are a bit lacking. He is always a bit awkward, even when he tries to mask it with smiles and apologies. At his core, he is honest and kind, if not a little bit naive in his thinking. Still, he is no stranger to violent and bloodshed. The twists and turns of city life might confuse him sometimes, but Luka is also familiar with the hunt; he knows enough to be wary of what might be lurking under the surface.  [/i]
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    [indent][indent][indent][right][h3]》 [color=cyan]𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]
    [indent][indent][indent][i]Luka was 2 when his father brought him down to the borderlands. It was no place for a child, so he had to grow up quick, and his father made sure of it. The man was hardly a good father, but at least he was a good soldier, so Luka learned fast, and he lived. Between following the soldiers around when they do their assignments in the fort and ice fishing down in the fjord, Luka learned how to first use guns, then his fists, then finally the most powerful weapon of them all: his head. He learned how to pick his battles, he learned to size up beasts and shadows, and learned when to run for his life. His father was busy most of the time, so he had to fend for himself and learned how to make his own fun. It was not the easiest life, but it was good enough for little Luka.
    
    When he was 14, he became a Starweaver. In the foolishness of youth, he had let himself stray into more dangerous territories. One moment he was running from the gnashing teeth of giant Hell Bats, and the next, he was tripping and falling down into an empty barrow. The tiny space kept the bats out, but it also trapped him in. Almost a day passed, before he heard his father's voice calling: "Wake up, Luka". His memories were blurry in the next few moments, but he remembered aching pain, then the feeling of being faster, stronger than ever. That was the first time he ever shape-shifted, and the form he took closely resemble those bat-like beasts that chased him in the first place: hulking things, with massive fangs, long claws and an endless appetite for destruction. 
    
    His father took the news well. After all, strength is respected here, and little else. Life went on until the summer of Luka's 19th year. The beasts were getting more cunning, more dangerous with each passing year, and this particular year was when they grew smart enough to coordinate an attack. Luka only remembered a sea of blood and countless gaping maws. He fought to the last ounce of his strength but at last they were overrun. His father, among many others, died. Later, Luka found a desperate letter addressed to him from his father asking him to bring his ashes back to New York, and strangely, to never ever come back to Siberia. Luka obeyed even when he never really understood why. It was in the streets of New York when he first encountered the fog. Flashes of that last battle in Siberia filtered through his chaotic thoughts, taunting him with visions of what could have been. Then as fast as it appeared, the fog dissipated and he was left alone once again with the bitter taste of regret. 
    
    Life in the city took a while to get used to. Luka managed to find a small apartment with his father's contacts. He set up a landline, then a PO Box that he never checks, while passing his days doing odd jobs and his nights lounging at the Tipsy Temptress. 
  
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    [indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][center][h1][color=cyan]✣[/color][/h1][/center][h1]❅ [color=cyan]WAKE UP, BEAST[/color] ❅[/h1][quote][quote]
    [indent][indent][right][h3]❖ [color=cyan]𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][right][i][color=cyan]LURKING DEATH[/color][/i][/right][/indent][/indent]
    [indent][indent][table][row][cell][right]» 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧[/right][/cell][cell][right]» 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳[/right][/cell][cell][right]» 𝖣𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖸[/right][/cell][cell][right]» 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤[/right][/cell][cell][right]» 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠[/right][/cell][/row]
    [row][cell][center]★★★★★[/center][/cell][cell][center]★☆☆☆☆[/center][/cell][cell][center]★★★★★[/center][/cell][cell][center]★★☆☆☆[/center][/cell][cell][center]★★★☆☆[/center][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent]
    [indent][indent]Luka's unique ability allows him to take the form of a Hell Bat, one of the many ferocious beasts that roam the Siberian borderlands. In this form, he gains many advantages unique to this apex predator: brutal strength, lightning speed, high regeneration, sharpened senses and deadly instinct. As a creature adapted to hunting dangerous preys on the plains of Siberia, Luka sported a pure white coat of fur, as well as the nimbleness and speed unsuited for something of his size. He can also fire off bursts of magical fire that cannot be put out by traditional means. Additionally, his beast form has a pair of leathery wings protruding from its back, allowing for flight. With its superior senses, once the creature tasted your blood, it can give chase for days on end. 

    To possess such devastating power, Luka has to make do with significant limitations. He cannot transform at will; but rather, the beast would slowly emerge as he fights and consumes the enemies' life force, which usually means their blood. As the battle drags on and he feeds, Luka gradually is able to summon the beast's strength: first its claws, then teeth, then fiery breath. At the peak of his strength, he will be able to fully shift, however without life force and battle rage, the form also cannot be maintained for long.  

    [url=https://imgur.com/XGH9L7W]Form for reference[/url]. Antlers instead of horns, right one is also broken. Face is more bat-like.

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    [/quote][indent][indent][indent][right][h3]❖ [color=cyan]𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖧[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]
    [indent][indent][indent] Luka's telegraph is two red shapes that look like a beast's eyes. They seem to follow you at every turn. 
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    [quote][indent][indent][right][h3]❖ [color=cyan]𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖨𝖢[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][table][row][cell]❖ PLAYLIST[/cell][cell]❖ SONG[/cell][/row][row][cell]OPENING THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ak3eHYiCOkM]THE SUN KITE = "DARK STAR"[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]CASUAL THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCCAYsXfp_0]FEVER FEVER = "SEA MEETS EARTH"[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]BATTLE THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RnIZnwWToU]GREEK FIRE = "COMING OUT OF THE RAIN"[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]ENDING THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idN7I7qEt6E]FIVE FOR FIGHTING = "HEAVEN KNOWS"[/url][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent][/quote][/quote][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][center][h1][color=cyan]♕[/color][/h1][/center]
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