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[sub][b][color=BBC922]Alessandro Bedetti[/color][/b] | [b][color=BBC922]BBC922[/color][/b][/sub]
[color=BBC922][b]"[i]A true healer is the one who heals himself first so others can benefit from his own healing.[/i]"[/b][/color] — [color=BBC922][b][i]Hong Curley[/i][/b][/color][/center]

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[color=BBC922][sub][b]Name:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Lucius Cassius Crassus[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Age:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Twenty-three ₊✧ July 9th[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Gender:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Sexual Orientation:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Pansexual[/indent]
[color=BBC922][b][sub]Ethnicity:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent]Etruscan, Neapolitan, Roman[/indent]
[color=BBC922][b][sub]Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent] Ten years at Camp Jupiter || Thirteen in New Rome.[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]New Rome, California[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Key Relationships:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent][list][*]Significant Other: 
[*]Friends:
[*]Enemies:
[*]Step-father: Chandler Griffin Sumpter- A son of the Greek Apollo and Legacy of Sekhmet. A gifted Healer who took Lucius in as a student and ended up in a relationship with his Apprentice's mother.
[*]Mother: Annia Hesta Antonius- A Healer that has recently entered into a marriage with Chandler Sumpter, Lucius' stepfather. 
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[color=BBC922][b]"[i]And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try, you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you[/i]"[/b][/color] — [b][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2sq6YyNSBCM]Fix You - Tommee Profitt Feat. Staarz and Stanaj (Written by Coldplay) [/url][/i][/b][/center][hr][hr]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Appearance[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent][list][*][color=BBC922]Height:[/color] Six Feet 
[*][color=BBC922]Hair:[/color] Light Brown, dark Blonde, various highlights, changes shade in the Sun to a brighter blonde.  
[*][color=BBC922]Eyes:[/color] Blue
[*][color=BBC922]Body Type:[/color] Lean, dexterous
[*][color=BBC922]Clothing Style:[/color]  Almost ALWAYS wearing traditional Roman Garb, enjoys the tunics and toga's that were the style. He'll occasionally wear modern clothing, especially when motorbiking or swimming, or outside the borders but otherwise enjoys simple white clothing. He is meticulous about his clothes being orderly, wrinkles or dirt are quickly brushed away, not out of vanity, but because he sees presentation as discipline. His herb satchel is always with him, as is a green cord band around his wrist.
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[*][color=BBC922]Body Markings:[/color] 
None, his skin is flawless.
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[color=BBC922][sub][b]Personality:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Lucius doesn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. The weight of him does it for him, the way he stands, the way his eyes linger on a room as if measuring every angle. He carries himself with quiet certainty, like a man who already sees the end of a story before the first line is spoken. Whether the arena is war, politics, or the fragile matters of the heart, he reads the battlefield with unsettling clarity. Sitting across from him is to feel the full force of his attention: studied, understood, laid bare without ever being judged. His gaze is sharp and calculating, a tactician’s mind behind it, but softened by a warmth that hints at a healer’s hand.

He is Roman through and through: disciplined, deliberate, relentless in control. His words are measured, carved to carry weight rather than noise. He never wastes them. Yet when he does speak, there is always a thread of compassion binding his thoughts. His voice steadies the anxious the way sunlight steadies shadows after a storm. Still, that warmth never erases the edge beneath, the reminder that he can be as unyielding as tempered steel when necessity demands.

Lucius embodies contradiction as if it were second nature. His hands are steady enough to bind a wound, but just as steady when stringing a bow. He can lose himself in herbs, scrolls, and long silences of reflection, then rise and command a war game with ruthless precision. His soldiers respected his economy of motion, every gesture purposeful, every command tested against what he himself would endure. But more than respect, they trusted him. He knew and still knows their names. He remembers who favors the weight of a gladius over a spear, who conceals a limp behind bravado, who hides grief in silence. They followed him because he sees them. And to this day they ask him to return to active service.

Glory does not tempt him. He does not measure worth in songs or carved monuments. His victories are quiet ones, the soldiers who return alive, the wounds that do not fester, the lives preserved. His gift of vitality, the power to mend or to drain, is both a blessing and a burden. He treats it with caution, every use a decision weighed like a blade in the balance. To restore life is a mercy he offers readily; to end it is a judgment he makes only when no other path remains. Those who have seen him wield this darker half describe it with unease: not rage, not cruelty, just inevitability, as though life itself bends to his hand, unwillingly but without protest.

For all his discipline, Lucius carries softness within him. Apollo’s gift threads through his veins, a music that will not be silenced. He rarely performs, but the low hum of a song under his breath can still a restless camp faster than any order. In unguarded moments, he laughs easily, the sharp tactician fading, his eyes bright with a gentleness that feels almost too vulnerable for a man built of iron and shadow. These flashes remind those who know him that beneath strategy and command lies a man who longs to heal as much as to fight.

Yet his greatest strength is also his undoing: responsibility. He shoulders burdens that aren’t his to carry, refuses to yield even when exhaustion hollows him out. Every lost soldier weighs on him. Every wound left untreated cuts deep. He takes failures into himself, silent and unrelenting, as though he can balance the world if he just holds on long enough. He lives less for his own sake than for those who depend on him, the embodiment of duty in its purest, most punishing form.

Lucius Cassius Crassus does not lead from marble steps or gilded thrones. He walks among his people, bow in hand, voice low but steady, healer’s satchel as close as his quiver. He is light and shadow, healer and marksman, son of the Sun and scion of wisdom. To know him is to know steadiness, to feel the strength of someone who will not break even when he bends. And to follow him is to understand that true power lies not in conquest, but in the discipline to protect what others cannot. And when not in command, Lucius takes a welcome reprieve but even then outdoes himself by trying to make his superiors life easier. He knows how hard it can be to be in charge and is quite the Lieutenant to have. [/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]History:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Lucius Cassius Crassus was born beneath the Roman sun, his first cry ringing like a hymn through the streets of New Rome. His mother, Annia Hesta Antonius, carried in her blood the legacy of Minerva, goddess of wisdom, strategy, and the crafts of both war and peace. His father was Apollo, not the wandering, youthful poet of Greek tales, but the Roman Apollon: radiant and severe, a god of order, prophecy, medicine, and the bow. From the moment he drew breath, Lucius embodied their union, light and clarity tempered by discipline, wisdom sharpened by warmth.

Even in childhood, Lucius showed little of the fumbling uncertainty common to other demigods. He was precise, deliberate, and quietly observant, his mind always reaching farther than most. At three, he memorized his mother’s lessons in logic, rhetoric, and the small strategies hidden in games of stones and lines. By five, Apollo’s voice came to him in dreams, shaping his instincts into those of a tactician, teaching him the mathematics of war and the patience of archery. At seven, he strung his first bow, his aim steady, his release unshakably true. He did not boast of his talents, but even the older legionnaires visiting New Rome took notice of the boy whose arrows never missed and whose questions cut to the heart of every lesson.

He was raised not only to fight, but to think. Minerva’s blood gifted him with clarity: an eye for patterns, a mind that absorbed histories, formations, and arguments with ease. He read the battlefield like a scholar read a scroll, each movement another line of poetry, each maneuver another step in a grandly designed piece of orchestral music. While his peers delighted in contests of strength, Lucius learned the weight of foresight, the ability to see outcomes before they unfolded, and to bear the responsibility of choosing which path to take. Some mocked his quiet reserve, but when his predictions proved true again and again, their laughter turned to trust. In time, his tent became the place others went for counsel before drills, exams, and war games.

From Apollo, he inherited healing and music, though he wielded them with a Roman’s restraint. His touch could close wounds, purge sickness, and restore strength. Yet with equal ease, he could turn that power to destruction, unraveling the vitality of his enemies with chilling efficiency. He carried this duality with care, never careless with the life he held in his hands. To his comrades, he became both shield and sword, healer and executioner. In time, a saying spread through the legion: [i]“Lucius carried life in one hand, and death in the other.”[/i]

At Camp Jupiter, within the Second Cohort he rose swiftly, though never with arrogance. His bow became a symbol of precision; he did not loose an arrow without purpose, and when he did, it found its mark unfailingly. In one war game, he turned what looked like certain defeat into victory by predicting the enemy’s flanking maneuver before it even began, leading a counterattack that struck like a dagger in the night. In another, he ordered his team to hold position for hours, resisting every temptation to charge, until the opposing side broke formation in impatience, only then did he move, securing victory without a wasted step. In the infirmary, his steady hands saved countless legionnaires, sometimes working until dawn to tend wounds others might have left for the gods. His presence itself was a balm, and many said they felt steadier simply knowing Lucius was nearby, while others requested his soft and steady hands in particular.

What set him apart was not only skill, but balance, Apollo’s brilliance tempered by Minerva’s judgment, passion steadied by discipline. Unlike many of Apollo’s children, he did not rush into danger for glory. Unlike many of Minerva’s descendants, he did not let cold logic harden him into stone. He stood at the center, wielding both fire and reason with equal measure.

By twenty, Lucius had earned the respect of New Rome as both soldier and scholar, tactician and healer. He did not seek titles or honor, yet the legion looked to him all the same. His greatest struggles were not in the clash of blades, but in the choices that followed: whether to preserve or to strike, whether mercy would save more than it endangered, whether sacrifice was the price of survival. Each decision carved itself into him, but he bore the weight silently, believing it was the natural burden of those born to lead. His current choice, whether to return to the Legion or to move on fully into life within New Rome.

Lucius Cassius Crassus is more than the son of Apollo or the heir of Minerva. He is their harmony, sunlight sharpened by wisdom, strategy softened by compassion. To some, he is the tactician who sees the world as lines and angles; to others, he is the healer whose touch restored what would otherwise have been lost. To all of New Rome, he is a reminder that true strength was not found in the extremes of mercy or wrath, but in the discipline to wield both with care. [/indent]
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[color=BBC922][sub][b]Godly Parent:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Apollo.[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Relationship to Godly Parent:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Lucius has had the pleasure to meet Apollo twice. Once within the Camp Halfblood during a brief stop during a quest and then again in Apollo's temple in Camp Jupiter. Apollo has a great amount of pride and love for Lucius but also finds him to be infinitely difficult to relate to. Minerva's Legacy is a strong one and the combining of their tenants leave Apollo seeing himself in the young man but unable to fully connect. He has not stopped trying however and regularly gifts Lucius with knowledge of Poetry, music, and healing arts. [/indent]
[color=BBC922][b][sub]Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent][b]Biokinesis:[/b] Inheriting his father's ability in Biokinesis, this is Lucius' strongest ability by far. Within Biokinesis he is proficient in three sub-categories. First is the control and formation of disease: With this sub-power, Lucius can eliminate any disease from a patient he is able to touch or choose to inflict any disease using the same method. The diseases and plagues he creates can be placed upon his weapons to be spread upon contact. He is also able to create new diseases never before seen. His second sub-power is [b]Hemokinesis:[/b] Lucius is able to slow, quicken, and otherwise manipulate blood flow, and can even stop it entirely. Beyond this Lucius can change bloods makeup, Essentially allowing anyone to be a universal donor. He has been known to use this power to calm exceptionally tense situations by lowering blood pressure and 'relaxing' people. His third and final sub-power and by far the strongest is [b]Vitakinesis:[/b] His ability to heal is truly powerful. With a physical touch, Lucius is able to sense all current ailments and injuries on his patient, and then with some visualization and a bit of power, he can restore the patient back to optimum health, without scarring or residual damage. This ability is Lucius's most used, explored, and trained power. When healing his skin gains a slightly golden hue and his pupils turn to a golden amber color. It should be noted that Lucius' healing lowers in potency during the night or within locations such as the Underworld cut off from the Light. Within these locations, his healing takes a toll on his own, or others life force instead.

Archery and Natural Aim: A natural Archer is one thing, but a child of Apollo who develops this power never misses unless outside forces influence it. Impossible shots, trick shots, inexplainable precision with any projectile, not just arrows. Footballs, Ping-Pong balls, cards, darts, etc. If it can be thrown or aimed Lucius is perfect with it.

Battle Precognition: A power granted by Apollo but refined by the calm and cool intellect he gained from Minerva, Lucius can catch glances of the near future of battles based on the current positions and movements of troops. Lucius 'see's' various versions of events and possible outcomes and can then adapt to those events to make them come true. The future is constantly in motion however and it is wise never to trust wholly in what one sees.

Audiokinesis: Lucius has the ability to pick up any instrument and instantly know how to play it. He has perfect pitch, a deep knowledge of musical theory, and an amazing singing voice that all comes naturally to him. He hardly needs to practice. His aptitude also allows anyone who listens to hear what they would like the most even if he was singing or playing something that person usually hated. This ability is also known to be able to induce slight emotion based on the hearer's feelings at the time and what they hear.

Usual Demigod Enhanced Abilites: As with every Demi-god, Lucius has enhanced attributes such as Dexterity, Stamina, Strength, etc.[/indent]
[color=BBC922][b][sub]Legacy:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent]Minerva[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Legacy Abilities:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Vast Intellect, total knowledge of medicinal components and herbs, defensive strategy, basic magic ability.[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Cohort:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Previously the second. [/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Position in the Legion:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]None currently, former Centurion, and former Head Healer.[/indent]
[color=BBC922][sub][b]Fatal Flaw:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Lucius' fatal flaw is the constant and welcomed harm he puts onto himself. He will never complain, will never NOT help someone in need even if that means he will suffer. He suffers silently then and lets no one know. Someone knowing that he isn't well makes himself consider himself a failure. [/indent]
[color=BBC922][b][sub]Weapons:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent]Imperial Gold Recurve Bow:
A masterwork crafted in New Rome, its limbs etched with laurel leaves and sun motif patterns. When drawn, faint golden light shimmers along the string, and manifests arrows made of sunlight which hum with Apollo’s radiance. these 'Arrows' may heal or harm, depending on Lucius’s intent: they can carry soothing vitality into allies, knitting wounds shut, or sear enemies with burning, radiant energy.

Apothecary’s Satchel:
A leather bag slung over his shoulder, filled with carefully prepared draughts, poultices, and charms of both Roman and Oscan tradition. Most are minor aids, salves for burns, tinctures for fever, charms against venom, but Lucius’s training makes them potent in ways mundane healers could not manage. Always meticulously organized: he believes a healer who fumbles for tools is already too late.

Strategist’s Tablet (Wax Board & Stylus):
Not a weapon, but an indispensable tool. Lucius carries a wax tablet for rapidly sketching troop positions, tactical plans, or even marking down medical triage. Often seen tucked into his belt or the crook of his arm during campaigns, the marks of a thousand battles pressed faintly into the wax.[/indent]

[color=BBC922][b][sub]Misc Information:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Always carries himself with a calm, deliberate poise; even under pressure, his movements are precise, measured, and economical. 
[*] Has sharp, steady eyes that seem to read not only the battlefield, but the people around him, weighing motives, moods, and hidden wounds. 
[*] Prefers practical Roman attire with touches of symbolism, laurel motifs, sunbursts, and muted gold accents. 
[*] Often hums or whistles under his breath when treating wounds, usually old Roman hymns or Oscan healing chants learned from his mother’s family. Has the secondary effect of a lullaby on his patients.
[*] Has a habit of sketching quick tactical notes or diagrams even when unnecessary, planning is second nature to him.
[*] Keeps an almost obsessive order to his satchel of medicines; if someone disrupts it, he grows quietly agitated. 
[*] Tilts his head slightly when listening, as if giving full weight to every word spoken. 
[*] Writes with his left hand, shoots with his right, ambidextrous training from childhood. 
[*] Keeps track of every person he has healed in a small notebook; names, dates, wounds, outcomes, a private archive of his service. 
[*] Talks to patients while healing them, not idle chatter but calm, grounding conversation, a way to keep them focused and remind them they are safe. Explains everything he is doing and what has happened to them.
[*] Tends to stand slightly behind others in casual conversation, observing first before speaking. 
[*] Has an uncanny ability to remember small details about people, the name of a sibling, a past injury, or a fleeting comment, and brings it up later, making others feel deeply seen. 
[*] When frustrated, he rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger before speaking. 
[*] While rare, his laugh is contagious and causes feelings of elatedness and warmth. 
[*] Refuses to drink excessively, claims blurred senses are an insult to Apollo, though it’s also about control.
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[hider=Mimbulus Mimbletonia]Favorite Song: Built By Titan - The Heart & The Blood (feat. Skybourne)

Coolest Looking Tarot: Star

Favorite Greek God: Apollo cause he's my dad *nod*[/hider]
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