[hider=Lucian 'Lukas' Shelby] [CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/aKMFtS3.png[/img][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/WVuYAJ9.png[/img] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][h3][color=766359]Basic Information[/color][/h3][/sub] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub] • [color=766359][b]Name[/b][/color] | [i]Lucian Shelby[/i] • [color=766359][b]Nickname(s)[/b][/color] | [i]Lukas, Claws, 'The Merciless', 'The Bag Man'[/i] • [color=766359][b]Age[/b][/color] | [i]Appears to be in his early 20s[/i] • [color=766359][b]Gender[/b][/color] | [i]Male[/i] • [color=766359][b]Birthday[/b][/color] | [i]Feb 17th[/i] • [color=766359][b]Race[/b][/color] | [i]Pureblood Lycan[/i] • [color=766359][b]Rank/Status[/b][/color] | [i]-[/i] [/sub] [center][h3][color=766359]Appearance[/color][/h3][/center] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [hider=] [sub] • [color=766359][b]Height[/b][/color] | [i]6'5"[/i] • [color=766359][b]Build[/b][/color] | [i]Athletic, broad-shouldered, well-defined muscles from training, fighting and general Lycan physiology[/i] • [color=766359][b]Eye Color[/b][/color] | [i]Icy Blue[/i] • [color=766359][b]Hair Color & Style[/b][/color] | [i]black, with a textured crop with a disconnected undercut - 'Peaky Blinders cut'[/i] • [color=766359][b]Skin Tone[/b][/color] | [i]Sun-kissed[/i] • [color=766359][b]Notable Marks[/b][/color] | [i]Numerous scars from previous fights, some have very notable scar tissue while others look old and is the same color as his skin at this point. Numerous tattoos, mainly on his arms and back[/i] • [color=766359][b]Typical Clothing Style[/b][/color] | [i]Dark toned clothing. Generally t-shirt and jeans. Though, he has been known to dress up for special events and have been commented to 'clean up well'[/i] [hider=Example] [img]https://i.imgur.com/2qapF7t.jpeg[/img] [/hider] • [color=766359][b]Aura/First Impression[/b][/color] | [i]Quiet, measured, reserved, but with a subtle rage and wildness. This has been reined in compared to his 'younger' years.[/i] • [color=766359][b]Voice[/b][/color] | [i]Low, baritone, soft but not without a sense of harshness needed to survive the streets[/i] [/sub] [/hider] [center][h3][color=766359]Relationships[/color][/h3][/center] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [hider=] [sub] • [color=766359][b]Openness to Friendship (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]5[/i] • [color=766359][b]Openness to Romance (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]3[/i] • [color=766359][b]Romantic Preferences[/b][/color] | [i]Let's see how this plays out[/i] • [color=766359][b]Current Romantic Interests[/b][/color] | [i]None[/i] • [color=766359][b]View on Forbidden Relationships[/b][/color] | [i]It's fine[/i] • [color=766359][b]Biggest Turn-ons[/b][/color] | [i] ✦ Loyalty ✦ Sass ✦ Independence [/i] • [color=766359][b]Biggest Turn-offs[/b][/color] | [i] ✦ Clinginess ✦ Deceitfulness ✦ Someone that disapproves of what he does[/i] • [color=766359][b]Known Friends[/b][/color] | [i]He has many acquaintances, but he only considered Dominic Blackmoor as his friend[/i] • [color=766359][b]Known Enemies[/b][/color] | [i]Those who would do harm to his pack[/i] • [color=766359][b]Known Family[/b][/color] | [i]Dominic Blackmoor, loosely[/i] [/sub] [/hider] [/center] [/cell] [cell] [b][color=766359]Psychology[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=766359][b]Hobbies/Interests[/b][/color] | ✦ People-watching ✦ Cooking ✦ Training • [color=766359][b]Likes[/b][/color] | ✦ Live Music - Specifically Jazz ✦ Fine Whiskey ✦ Classic Car • [color=766359][b]Dislikes[/b][/color] | ✦ Disloyalty ✦ Over - Or - Under seasoned foods ✦ Newly turned vampires • [color=766359][b]Fears[/b][/color] | ✦ Fae Magic ✦ Being betrayed or left behind by the pack ✦ Losing control or becoming his former self • [color=766359][b]Habits[/b][/color] | ✦ He will sort of pinch his right index finger and thumb together under his lower lip when in thought or contemplation ✦ When annoyed, he will crook his lips up just slightly on the right side and suck a small, sharp breath though his teeth and make a 'tsk' sound ✦ He will take on an even more sullen appearance when angered • [color=766359][b]Vices[/b][/color] | ✦ Whiskey ✦ Fast cars ✦ A cigar [/indent] [b][color=766359]Core Motivation[/color][/b] [indent] Redemption above all. He spent decades of his life being a lone wolf, doing whatever needed done to survive. He wants to redeem himself to a pack, to show that he can exist within the right structures. He wants to right wrongs. He is not above utilizing his former connections to achieving his newfound purpose [/indent] [b][color=766359]Personality Overview[/color][/b] [indent] Lukas is quiet, reserved and measured. He was not always this way. In his younger years, he was rash, quick to violence and isn't above dirty tactics. He essentially used to behave like a low level street thug, because that is what he was. As he grew older, and became more integrated into the pack, he learned that he does not have to always outwardly show his intentions, using intimidation tactics or resort to violence to achieve his goals. He isn't so serious that he cannot find his humor. He still enjoys a good joke and still likes to have a good time. Where he used to be boisterous, he is now measured. Where he would have resorted to violence, he will now save that as the last option. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table] [color=lightgray] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [b][color=766359]Background[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=766359][b]Current Occupation[/b][/color] | [i]Part Hunter - Part Warrior. He does Dom would ask him to do[/i] • [color=766359][b]Level of Schooling[/b][/color] | [i]Minimal, but the streets taught him how to survive[/i] • [color=766359][b]Past Occupations[/b][/color] | [i]Black market savant[/i] • [color=766359][b]Socioeconomic Status[/b][/color] | [i]Middle-Class? If such a thing exists within a pack[/i] • [color=766359][b]History Summary[/b][/color] | [i]Lucian was born into a prominent Lycan family, local to Halcyon. Sure, there were rumblings about how his family accumulated their wealth and status, that they made deals with the fae to propel themselves forward, ahead of their peers. Lucian didn't care. He knew that his family loved each other, and they had everything they needed as their own pack. In other senses, Lucian's childhood was as normal as any lycan child can be. He attended the local school, did decent. Played sports with his peers, did pretty well. Attended social gatherings with his peers, and aside from a few scraps, did ok. That's it. He enjoyed a fairly normal early stage of life, by lycan standards. Then. One day, he came home to the surprise of his parents and saw that they had a guest over. His mother ushered him into his room, and would not answer any questions he had regarding the meeting. Of course, Lucian got curious and pressed his ears to the door as hard as he could to glean as much information as he could on the conversation. "Sure, we will..." "But that's..." "How will..." "Yes, you can...." "But, please..." "I don't...." All he got were fragments, and they did not sound good. Then he heard his name called, by a voice that sounded both like and unlike his mothers. It was as if her voice was filtered through a wet bath towel. Without hesitation, he pushed his bedroom door open and rushed down the stairs. The scene in front of him was...gruesome... He saw his mother dead on the ground, a jagged, uneven, cut to her throat and her blood smeared around her, showing that the cut was certainly not clean and she struggled with her dying breath. His father was in arguably worse shape. He was transformed into his full Lycan form, but his eyes were glazed over, losing their usual luster. The strange man from before had a silver chain wrapped around his father's neck, and the smell of burning flesh emanated where his father's neck met the metal. His father was much larger than he usually was, being transformed, but still not big enough for another adult to be standing on top of him. However, the strange man seemed like he was floating above his father, chain in hand and a grotesque smile on his face. With the same smile, the strange man took out several vials from his coat. Each vial held a silver-y liquid but each tinged with different colors. Methodically, he jammed each vial into seemingly random spots on his father's body. With each vial, his father's form became more and more bloated and twisted. The sound of flesh rending and bone crunching will never be erased from Lucian's mind for as long as he shall live. Finally, with the last vial, the strange man gave the now distorted body of Lucian's father a jerk and a twist so that the father and son would come face to face. Lucian swears that he saw a singular tear fall from his father's face. With the same sadistic face that he had on the whole time, the strange man gave the silver chains a forceful tug and severed the head of the malformed wolf in the most twisted manner. [i]Thunk[/i] Lucian had fallen on his behind long ago. He wasn't sure if the sound came from the strange man leaping down from where he stood of his father's distorted head hitting the floor. Lucian began to crawl towards the lifeless bodies of his parents, too stunned to even feel the rage boiling within him. The strange man approached him and lithely bent down. "The faes sends our regards..." Was all Lucian hear before he felt a searing pain drag across his back. The pain broke him from his stupor and allowed the rage to take over. However, with inhuman speed, the strange man had faded into the mist, leaving a broken Lucian to rampage through his broken home and the streets around him. Lucian blinked, and tried to get a sense of his bearings. His clothes are bloodied and torn, and he was not home anymore. He searched his memories and all he found was his father's distorted form and his mother's slit throat. He stumbled to his feet, using the grimy wall next to him for support and took a few steps before falling to his knees again. Some hoodlums in the area approached him, whispering and chatting among themselves. He was still in the Lycan-dominated part of town, and the hoodlums approached cautiously. Lucian flashed his claws, and the hoodlums did the same. They found, Lucian was beaten. But he won. The two hoodlums scrambled off. Lucian stripped the clothes off of the fallen hoodlum and changed into it. They fit surprisingly well... That's how Lucian lived for the next few years, fighting off offenders, and trading his youth and brawl for survival. After a few years, he made a reputation for himself and even had a small following of younger Lycan's around him, propping him up to some kind of tough underground guy. Then, he ventured into Bloodmarket Row after hearing about some 'cool shit' being traded there from one of his underlings. He was nearly thrown out on his first visit, not knowing the rules of the land. He was never one to just give up after a failure. So he went back, several times. He never had the kind of money to buy some of the more illicit goods available, but he was able to trade, barter and buy some of the more mundane things on offer. Small arms, blades, and other 'tools of the trade' were all common buys from Lucian. That was his ticket and 'membership pass' to the black market. He didn't know it, but the vendors took him as a fool that would pay elevated prices for their mundane goods. During this era of his life, he saw the ones around him that were part of packs. The stability they had, the support they had. He craved it. He remembers how it felt being supports by like-minded people. Sure, the people around him now are 'like-minded' but he also knew these people would leave him in the dust at their earliest convenience. Lucian's worth to them were solely about what he can provide for them and for the time being that meant the conveniences brought about by violence and intimidation. Through grapevines, he hears about the Iron Fangs. That's a name he recognizes from his life before the strange man. He starts talking to his crew about pack-life, asking about their thoughts and feelings around being in a pack. Some of the more self-interested people around him vehemently rejected pack structure, preferring to operate on their own. Lucian understood. However, some of these people openly confronted him about this, thinking that he had 'gone soft'. Lucian did not like being challenged like this. He tried his best to dissuade the dissidents with words. But, as always with Lucian, things turn violent very quickly. Depending in perspective, one can say Lucian was never calm about it. He may have been provocative even. Regardless. The issue was settled. Lucian would go meet with the Alpha of the Iron Fangs and hear his words and decide for himself what he wants. Those that wants to keep following him can do so. Those that didn't were in for a fight with Lucian, then they can decide what they want for themselves... [/i] [/indent] [/cell] [cell] [b][color=766359]Race-Specific Questions[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] ✦ Fill the relevant section (Vampire, Lycan, Fae, Warden) [hider=Race info] [b][color=766359]▸ Lycans[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=766359][b]Born or Turned? (Most are born. It is rare an alpha turns someone.)[/b][/color] | [i]Born[/i] • [color=766359][b]Reaction to Full Moon[/b][/color] | [i]Vastly increased bloodlust, claws will not be able to be retracted once extended, eye color changes from icy blue to a muddled blue-black as soon as he sees the full moon[/i] • [color=766359][b]Pack Loyalty Level[/b][/color] | [i]Loyal[/i] • [color=766359][b]Views on Mortals[/b][/color] | [i]He follows his pack leader and will protect the mortals when needed[/i] • [color=766359][b]Views on Vampires[/b][/color] | [i]Neutral, but will generally steer away from them unless a deal needs to be made[/i] • [color=766359][b]Views on Fae[/b][/color] | [i]Distrusts, and will avoid them as much as Lycan-ly possible[/i] [/indent] [/hider] [/indent] [b][color=766359]Miscellaneous[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=766359][b]Theme Song[/b][/color] | [i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLl4PZtxia8]Hotel California - Eagles[/url][/i] • [color=766359][b]Favorite Food[/b][/color] | [i]A good steak, cooked to the rare side of medium rare[/i] • [color=766359][b]Favorite Animal(s)[/b][/color] | [i]Peregrine Hawks[/i] • [color=766359][b]Favorite Music Genre[/b][/color] | [i]Jazz[/i] • [color=766359][b]Favorite Haunt[/b][/color] | [i]Changes between The Gutterbane, Bloodmarket Row and Ink and Iron[/i] • [color=766359][b]Signature Weapon[/b][/color] | [i]A katana, among other various small-arms[/i] • [color=766359][b]Preferred Vices[/b][/color] | [i]Old whiskey[/i] • [color=766359][b]Pet Peeve[/b][/color] | [i]Not looking at someone while talking to them[/i] • [color=766359][b]Guilty Pleasure[/b][/color] | [i]Having a cigar, watching the sunset[/i] [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table] [/color][/hider]