[hider=Lucius “Luc” Dilore]
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[color=mediumspringgreen][sub][i]I’m the first one with magic in the family and you know what I’m allowed to do with it? Chores.[/i][/sub][/color][/center]
[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Name:[/b][/color]
[indent]Lucius “Luc” Dilore[/indent]
[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Age:[/b][/color]
[indent]18[/indent]
[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
[indent]Just below 5’10, Luc was average all around, with long back hair with too many cowlicks to count, and a lean frame with muscle built up from years on the family farm. He had his family’s green eyes and once fair skin - now tanned and freckled from constant sun exposure. 

Luc dresses casually, his lack of familiarity in anything nice leaving him feeling uncomfortable and out of place. He options for utility and comfort over fashion, favoring simple breeches, sturdy boots, and plenty of pouches on his belt.[/indent]
[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
[indent]Luc is adventurous and curious, although the energy of his younger days has long been tempered by the hard work needed to recoup after the ripples of war left their little section of the world. He carries a strong sense of community, strengthened and reinforced when it was the only thing that kept his family alive through two years, and attaches easily to all kinds of people. He just wants to have a good time and in his head, that means the more the merrier so he rarely leaves himself alone for longer than he needs to and seeks attention of any sort, for better or worse. 

Normally, positive and upbeat, Luc does carry one burning resentment. He thoroughly blames the Heptarchy for his family’s struggle: for the two years away, for Felix abandoning them, for the blood, sweat, and tears they had to put into home to make it livable again. His unfamiliarity with the world of magi makes him hesitant to voice his opinions, but his respect for the ruling body shrinks a little more everyday.  
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[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Background:[/b][/color]
[indent]In all of Dilore family history, no one had ever heard of magic in the blood. They were farmers, simple people who lived on the same land for generations. They lived just outside the same village, knew the same people, knew the same crooked buildings and every bump in the road between home and the market. The world rarely beckoned them away from their kin and kind and those that did wander away usually wandered back soon enough with stories to delight. The Dilore family had its own problems, but family was a core value and they made it through each hurtle side by side. They were steadfast and loyal people, content in the happiness they made with each other. 

Lucius Dilore was no different, born the youngest of three into a warm home. Like all children, he was an adventurous spirit and the world around the family farm gave him plenty of places to slip away from his chores, off to explore the various nooks and crannies of their rural area. He’d gotten himself into a fair share of trouble, not the least including his parents who didn’t take kindly to him getting his knees scraped up running about instead of feeding the chickens. Still, he’d always be abc and washed up for supper when the bell rang, beaming from ear to ear as he rambled on and on about the bugs and sticks and all the other things he swore he found. 

Despite his parents' irritation, it was with fond annoyance they let Luc enjoy his explorations. Felix was already helping their Pa in the fields and his Ma had Valeria at her skirts, learning to sew and cook. He’d have to learn soon, but for now, they let their youngest grow in his own way. Ten would be the time, his Pa decided. 

The world had a funny way of getting in the way of things. Luc joined his Pa and brother with their daily tasks on the farm a day after his tenth birthday, despite tears and tantrums, but it didn’t matter for long. In the dead of night, the three siblings were woken and bundled into a cart bound for the capital of their little province. Luc, tired and achy from his new found responsibilities, slept the whole way, ignorant that they weren’t the only ones on the road. He had no clue that behind them, the family’s world was burning to ash as Heptarchy forces crushed the revolting Magi of their province. 

By the time the Dilores could make their way back to their farm, Luc was twelve. Their time away from home was rough, a tension in his parent’s shoulders that hadn’t been there before. A fight between his parents and his brother left Lus returning with one less sibling and he couldn’t help but resent Felix more than a little. Valeria and Luc came back closer than before, and he spent what free time he had with her. His favorite game of theirs was when they told stories, passing them back and forth until one of them made the tale so ridiculous they laughed first. They had their bickering matches of course- the Dilores were a feisty bunch beneath the pleasantness-but life continued on as they rebuilt the farm seed by seed. 

Felix’s return was the trigger for Luc’s noesis two years later, stumbling back with little more than the clothes on his back and a few empty bottles. Luc had been the first to encounter him, charged with inspecting the fences for damage. Felix had been trying to climb them and it had taken a moment to recognize him. He’d thinned out, beard and hair disheveled and matted, and a number of bruised and open wounds on him. Luc didn’t remember what happened after that, but when he woke in bed some time later, the sun had set and he could hear his Ma’s worried voice the room over. He hadn’t thought much about it until he realized he wasn’t alone in the room.

Outside their little village, lived a reclusive mage that the children knew as Granny. She rarely left her woods, and that spawned any number of strange stories about the things she did. However, Luc had stumbled across her on a few of his explorations and she had always offered him a piece of her lunch or invited him to see what creature she was whittling out of wood this time. Granny was kind, if not a little strange, and neither her eye patch nor her crooked nose that looked like it was broken one too many times really bothered him (except the first time he;d been out after dark and thought she was going to eat him). But now she was here to teach him, called by his Ma, and while his head was spinning, he was so…

[i]Bored[/i]. Granny taught him useful things like how to sweep with wind and how to coax water out of the well without a bucket. She taught him how to cool himself with the wind on a hot day and how to tell if water was safe to drink. Useful, but boring. Felix thought Luc should be grateful Granny was even teaching him; Luc thought Felix coud shove his opinion where the sun didn't shine. It was worth the extra chores to see Felix’s face after he’d said that.

Now, he was leaving home for a second time. A letter from Granny to her alma mater secured him entry, and now he was spending his last night with his family, trying not to cry. It was different from last time; this was a good thing! But he swore to himself that he’d bring everything he learned back so a Dilore would never have to leave again. 
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[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Attunement:[/b][/color]
[indent]Ouranian[/indent]
[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Aura: [/b][/color]
[indent]Luc’s aura displays as dark whirling clouds and whistling winds.[/indent]
[color=mediumspringgreen][b]Magic: [/b][/color]
[indent]Luc has been exposed to Aeromancy and Hydromancy from his instructor, with a keen preference for Aeromancy. In his day to day, he uses this magic mostly to help him clean and employs wind and water to scrub floors, dust, and ease any other chores he can manage to wiggle his magic into. [/indent]
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