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“Over here! Made you look! Come on slow poke, keep up! Adventure’s calling and you’re going to be left in the dust!”

A mischievous glint in orange eyes, a smirk on tan skin, blond brown skins styled messy, and all 5'10 wrapped up in the latest fashion, Lucas dresses to impress. With a lithe build earned over years of training, he steps into any room confident he'll leave a lasting impression. His guild symbol is sometimes seen peeking over the edge of his jacket collar, stamped on the left side of his neck. 

Name: Lucas 

Nickname/Alias: None that he uses

Gender: Male

Age and Date of Birth: 22, May 12th

Guild: Harpy's Wing

Rank: A

Personal Information
People romanticize large families. Always marked up as warm and loving, chaotic and close, supporting each other unconditionally no matter what befalls them. In truth, large families are waking up repeatedly because you three siblings you share a bed with are violent sleepers. In truth, its angry and insults that escalate too quickly because seven people are involved and only two know why there is a fight. In truth, its hiding in the shower when things get too overwhelming because it’s the only place where a few moments of privacy are guaranteed. In truth, it sucks.

A guild mage, his mother brought home the bacon- literally it was her favorite food- and his father happily tended to the home. Lucas ever got a chance to know him. His father succumbed to illness when he was four. The sixth of seven, Lucas grew up hearing stories from his siblings about the man- how he hand crafted every toy for them on their birthdays, how he’d sing off key while cooking, how he never got angry but perfected the disappointed look and you’d do anything not to be the subject of it. They talked about how their parents had been together for twenty years before he died. And it went unspoken that a piece of her died with him that day. 

They might as well have lost her too. She accepted less and less jobs, preferring the bottom of a tankard over anything else. Their savings lasted a year or two but that shriveled up too. His oldest siblings, Julianna and Allen, left the education they were working towards and entered the working class to try and keep the family together. They barely made ends meet. The two rarely held a job for long before moving to the next one. They came home late and were gone early in the morning. When Lucas did see them, they looked half in the grave already. A creeping dread started to take over Lucas and he decided he wouldn’t suffer that for himself. 

A few of his mother’s friends from her Guild still checked in on them, lending a hand here and there as they could. Lucas cornered one of them at 10 years old and demanded to be taught. Lillianna laughed at him and ignored the boy. A year and a half later, he got what he wanted after begging and pleading and screaming. She agreed to teach him.

His siblings didn’t like it. For years, he slept, breathed, and ate his magic and combat training. He worked hard, skipped his traditional studies but there was a constant disapproval from his family. They needed him in the work force and this distraction, a fleeting whim they called it, held him back. It got to the point that Julianna locked him inside their house. A few years of spatial magic training, teleportation specifically, made quick work of that.  

Once Lilianna decided she had nothing else to teach, he left. Nothing more than a note on the table and a whispered good bye to his little sister, the only one that supported him, and he vanished. He’d send money back to them of course, they were still family after all, but he was going to succeed just to rub it in their faces. With little more than the clothes on his back and the armor that was a present from Lilianna, he took his teacher’s advice and struck out for Luna Crescente, determined to leave his mark on history.

The first word out of anyone’s mouth about Lucas is blunt. Lucas noticeably lacks any sense of tact or diplomacy. He knows when to hold his tongue but if asked a question or prompted to give an opinion, anything that rolls off his tongue is 100 percent honest. Although he doesn’t intent to be mean, it often comes off as such. He finds the tedious niceties and small talk exhausting and cuts through the unnecessary chatter. He enjoys interacting with others just as much as the next person, in fact he tends to get a little lonely if left without others for too long, but he prefers everyone just be open. Don’t want people to know something, don’t tell them. Don’t change the subject and twist your words and lie about it. Just be honest.

The second is stubborn. Seven siblings and an absent mother taught him one thing above all else, stick up for yourself. If you want something, get it and don’t let someone else take it. If you believe something, don’t budge until you are wrong beyond a shadow of a doubt and even then take a grain of salt. This trait often gets projected onto others, pushing others to stand up for their ideals and defend themselves in situations they generally wouldn’t. Both beneficial and harmful, Lucas knows what he wants, when he wants, and how he’ll get it and he will rain hell down on anyone that will stop him. 

The last two are oddly at odds: independent and desperately social. On one hand, he refuses help unless he is desperate and even then only sometimes. He struggles to work with others and tends to complete goals by himself. On the other hand, Lucas tends to throw himself into social situations. He hates being alone for longer that it takes him to sleep or train. He blames this fervently on his upbringing and loud family. Most of the time he can work through it but sometimes he sulks into the guild hall and passes out on a bench, the familiar noises much more comforting than the muted insects on his balcony.

Magic

Magic Name 
Spatial Magic – Teleportation and Requip

Description

Comprised of several subschools, spatial magic is literally manipulating space. Collapsing the distance between two points in space in order to teleport, creating extra-dimensional spaces, and other abilities fall under this purview. 
Direct Line – Teleports the user instantly a short distance in a straight line and within line of sight. 

Transport – With a clap, the user of this spell can suck others within a pocket dimension and move them. This dimension is seen as a ball of swirling energy about the size of a fist and although some users can move whole buildings, Lucas is only strong enough to hold two or three people. He himself is unable to enter the pocket dimension otherwise the spell destabilizes and falls apart. 

Equip – Storing sets of equipment within an extra-dimensional space, Lucas can switch between them. Currently he can only hold two sets of equipment.

Rules of the Area – A spell Lilianna explained to him although he has yet to perfect it. It allows him to generate an alternate dimension in a large area that locks in those caught in the effect. Any spatial magic used within the area besides is own is immediately cancelled as the rules of the area generated work differently.

Extra Information:

Without the money for proper schooling, Lucas learned what he could from Lilianna. His skills in academics are lacking and he sometimes struggles to read higher end material. 

He sends a percentage of his money back to his family, specifically to help send his little sister to school. 

Lucas loves shopping. Since he never had anything new as a child, being an adult with some funds means he can treat himself from time to time or more often really. 

Relatives:

Lilianna – Secretly considers her his mother. Will never tell her because he values his life.

Julianna – Eldest sibling. Loathes her.

Allen – Second eldest sibling. Finds him funny but annoying and overly protective.

Rosie – His youngest sibling, 2 years younger. Absolutely adores her and is the only one he sends letters to and hears from. 

Anna – His birth mother. Ignores her at most costs. 

Possessions
A Kusarigama, Kunai, and a short sword.

Garb of the Western Zephyr – A farewell present from Lilianna. A simple white tunic with gold embroidery, leather breeches, leather sandals adorned with small wings, leather bracers, and a gold circlet comprise this armor set. Granting its wearer enhanced speed and stepping on air for a few steps as if it was solid, this armor set allows is wear to traverse the battlefield and strike from any angle. 

 A puzzle box and several letters from his little sister back home.
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