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I see you like stalking too eh? Just know that while you're reading this, I'm reading all your posts from 5 months ago and silently judging your taste. Ha Ha. Or not.
Alek swirled his drink, watching the golden liquid slosh gently against the frosted surface of his glass. It tasted alright, not quite top-shelf, but not quite the synthetic sludge that burned all the way down either. He rewarded himself just another sip, before turning his attention back to the screen. The mission seemed simple enough, hardly anymore complicated than anything he had done before. The only difference now was that he had a team. The Old Wolf knew that Alek preferred working alone, but he also knew better than to contest her decision. So Alek just shrugged, and carried on drinking.
Besides, he knew his teammates, and they were no slouches themselves. Yashida was basically their second in command. Gabriel had useful skills, and he was entertaining, if nothing else. Then there was Joseph, the sniper. Alek knew ex-military when he saw it, and the man’s gaze was definitely felt.
“So, what’s the projected earnings for this mission?” He did, however, have one question. The most important question, if anyone asked him to be completely honest. An army marched on its stomach, after all.
Neo Tokyo might be just the furthest thing from the broken lands up North, but on days like these, when blood ran cold on the pavement and bloodlust flared hot in the pit of his stomach, he could almost draw parallels.
Alek flipped over the lifeless body with the tip of his boots, then he leaned over to feel for a pulse. None. Just the silence of a corpse and rapidly cooling skin. Well, then that translated to a job well done. He turned and left, firing off a text to let his client know of the finished deed. Moments later, a soft ping indicated that money had been transferred into his account. A decent amount, but still far less than what he was used to back in his corporate days. The poor bastard was barely worth the bullet he wasted.
But that was just life sometimes, it seemed. The wind howled, and then it calmed. And Alek kept on moving.
He traversed on foot, turning corners quickly and weaving through shortcuts that he had learned by heart in his short time in this city. Technically, he didn’t have to keep taking on contracts now that he was in a gang, and usually there would be steady work there. But he disliked dependence, and he disliked subordination even more. He knew all too well how the hand that fed could also strike, and it was the height of ignorance to work without a backup plan.
Plus, spending money was nice. There was a glass of whiskey somewhere calling his name.
There was a meeting he had to attend first, however.
The bar was easy to find. When Alek was sure that he wasn’t being followed, he hopped onto the roof of the building and let himself in through one of the windows in the back. It was just his preference; the front door was just too crowded, sometimes. He took a moment to check his reflection in the dusty glass, just to make sure he looked presentable. Old habits died hard.
Satisfied, he made his way down to the bar and weaved through the crowd of patrons. The atmosphere seemed just a touch more excitable than usual, and there was this tangy, rusted scent on the air, beneath all the heady stench of human bodies.
Someone had been fighting. Interesting. He wondered, briefly, what the old wolf been up to.
When he past by the bar, he reached over to pluck a bottle from the shelf and an accompanying glass. The bartender saw, but the man knew better than to comment on it. Alek only smiled, a tight-lipped, fleeting thing, before he turned to make his way toward the gang’s base of operation downstairs.
Nicknames/Aliases: Suit, Cleaner, The Russian, Stranger
Birth City/District: Moscow-0
Age: 24
Height: 6’2’’
Racial Background: Russian
Race: Y.G Holder
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Pale blue
Appearance: At first glance, Alek has the look of a mild-mannered office worker: polite and put together, his smiles measured and his clothing always immaculate. Since his recent change in career path, he ditches the suits and ties for casual attires, more suitable for the streets. These days, it was more common to find him in leather jackets and jeans, nursing a vodka between gloved hands in the middle of a busy Narazaki bar.
His looks are fairly remarkable, and Alek knows how to use it to his advantage. His features are sharp and refined, icy blue eyes warm with each easy smile and casual touch. His hair is a fair shade of gold, tastefully untamed and meticulously kept, much like the rest of him. For a cold-blooded killer, Alek definitely does not fit the mold.
Mutation Marker(s): Alek’s mutation markers are mostly subtle, but they are all there if one knows where to look. His fingers are tipped with retractable claws, which he often keeps hidden under his gloves. His teeth are unusually sharp, and his jaws strength is inhuman, just enough to tear through even conventional Kelvar.
Personality: Alek is the kind of guy you’d like at work. He is professional and proficient at his work, while also being fun and make for good casual conversation. Anything deeper than that, though? Alek does what he does for a reason. Under the veneer, he is cold and callous, a cynic who doesn’t take life quite so seriously. Selfish and opportunistic, Alek is ruthless and dangerous when it comes to getting what he wants.
Aspirations: Cheap thrills, good times, and finer things in life. Alek is a simple man, at his core.
Fears: Weakness. The weak doesn’t last long in this world. They need to get lucky.
Vehicle: A YZF-RAZ0R model. The next generation, cutting edge, top-of-the-line design from Yamaha’s SuperSport range. Comes with an arrays of fun and useful features: overclocked YoFuel dual engine, advanced aerodynamic framework, ballistic body plates, nano-thermal heatsink systems, auxiliary weapon attachments, etc. Basically the works. Popular among high-strung stock brokers, wannabe gangster rich kids and military fetishists. While Alek himself is hardly a speed demon, he needed a vehicle to get around, and this bike was just sitting there in the parking lot at his old workplace. Call it his severance package. The only downside though, is that this beast of a machine guzzles YoFuel like a drunkard on last call.
P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N
Strengths/Natural Abilities:
Alek always has an inhuman grace about him. His strides soft and swift, his strikes quick and deadly, and his reflexes are almost uncanny. Towering heights do not deter him, and he seems to have a knack of almost always landing on his feet. In the concrete jungle of Neo-Tokyo, few can even keep up with him, and it seems like he can only be found when he wants to be.
A hunter by trade and a killer by choice, Alek is a lethal and relentless opponent. He probably has done it all, from covert ops to corporate espionage to everything else in between. For the right price, his talents are for sale. He takes pride in his work too, and he simply does not enjoy losing.
As a necessity, Alek is familiar with most forms of conventional weapons. While he is most proficient with his own guns and blades, should the need arise, he can still make use of whatever he can get his hands on.
Weaknesses/Flaws:
Being a relatively newcomer with a bit of infamy attached to his name, Alek is still fairly distrust among the denizens of Neo-Tokyo’s underground. Everything about him still very much screams ‘corpsman’, and it seems that he has no desire to really play nice with anyone either.
The termination of his contract with his previous employer did not exactly end amicably. While his old colleagues might not be actively looking for him, Alek is still technically in possession of a great amount of company property, and that could make him a target, wherever their path might cross.
It is not easy to trust a man who does not want to be trusted.
Weapon(s):
A heavy pistol that loads .50 Action Express. Comes equipped with the built in Smart Loading system and custom silencer.
Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories:
A subdermal armor implant all over his body. Designed by Keyence to appear fully authentic, while providing moderate protection against most forms of physical trauma. However, the most notable function of this prototype is the ability to activate a form of cloaking that renders the user invisible to the naked eye and most surveillance technologies. This ability requires the use of YoFuel cartridges, however, and extended use is not recommended, due to the limited capacity of the heatsink systems.
Another one of Keyence’s prominent design, which is quite popular among paramilitary groups or covert ops agents. The blade is designed to be razor-sharp and extendable from the user’s cybernetics through a complex system of nano filaments. Alek’s piece is located under his dermal armor atop his right hand.
Born in the border towns of Moscow-0, Alek’s childhood was one of lessons: lessons in fire and ice, in blood and bullets. He had been beyond the safety of the wall, had seen from a young age what a Yokai could do to a man, and what a man could do in return, with the right tools aimed at the right spot. In his formative years, he ran with the Border Forces in Moscow-0, responding to Yokai threats and scouting the ruined world that mankind left behind beyond the confines of the city.
And then Keyence headhunted him for a position in their Moscow branch. The work seemed simple enough. His official job description? A Solution Consultant. The company had problems, and he provided the solutions. The thing was, the problems were people, most of the time. Not that he minded; people or Yokai, they all bled the same.
For a while, it felt almost as if he would fight and die for his corporate masters. But here was the truth: even the hand that fed could not be trusted, and Alek had seen it coming a mile away. Hostile takeovers, change in management, a new region manager here and there, and he was considered too much of a security risk to keep around. So he acted first, turning his teeth and claws on his own handlers before breaking off and leaving for Neo-Tokyo.
For a time, he ran independent contracts and chase bounties, selling whatever info he had managed to swipe off Keyence’s database before he made his escape. It was during one of these transactions that he met Tsukiyama and became acquainted with her gang, the Kurosagi. Eventually, he came to work under her, the promise of more steady work and better pay seemed far more attractive, now that his savings were running low and he lacked the connections to get a shot at high profile targets.
Nicknames/Aliases: Suit, Cleaner, The Russian, Stranger
Birth City/District: Moscow-0
Age: 24
Height: 6’2’’
Racial Background: Russian
Race: Y.G Holder
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Pale blue
Appearance: At first glance, Alek has the look of a mild-mannered office worker: polite and put together, his smiles measured and his clothing always immaculate. Since his recent change in career path, he ditches the suits and ties for casual attires, more suitable for the streets. These days, it was more common to find him in leather jackets and jeans, nursing a vodka between gloved hands in the middle of a busy Narazaki bar.
His looks are fairly remarkable, and Alek knows how to use it to his advantage. His features are sharp and refined, icy blue eyes warm with each easy smile and casual touch. His hair is a fair shade of gold, tastefully untamed and meticulously kept, much like the rest of him. For a cold-blooded killer, Alek definitely does not fit the mold.
Mutation Marker(s): Alek’s mutation markers are mostly subtle, but they are all there if one knows where to look. His fingers are tipped with retractable claws, which he often keeps hidden under his gloves. His teeth are unusually sharp, and his jaws strength is inhuman, just enough to tear through even conventional Kelvar.
Personality: Alek is the kind of guy you’d like at work. He is professional and proficient at his work, while also being fun and make for good casual conversation. Anything deeper than that, though? Alek does what he does for a reason. Under the veneer, he is cold and callous, a cynic who doesn’t take life quite so seriously. Selfish and opportunistic, Alek is ruthless and dangerous when it comes to getting what he wants.
Aspirations: Cheap thrills, good times, and finer things in life. Alek is a simple man, at his core.
Fears: Weakness. The weak doesn’t last long in this world. They need to get lucky.
Vehicle: A YZF-RAZ0R model. The next generation, cutting edge, top-of-the-line design from Yamaha’s SuperSport range. Comes with an arrays of fun and useful features: overclocked YoFuel dual engine, advanced aerodynamic framework, ballistic body plates, nano-thermal heatsink systems, auxiliary weapon attachments, etc. Basically the works. Popular among high-strung stock brokers, wannabe gangster rich kids and military fetishists. While Alek himself is hardly a speed demon, he needed a vehicle to get around, and this bike was just sitting there in the parking lot at his old workplace. Call it his severance package. The only downside though, is that this beast of a machine guzzles YoFuel like a drunkard on last call.
P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N
Strengths/Natural Abilities:
Alek always has an inhuman grace about him. His strides soft and swift, his strikes quick and deadly, and his reflexes are almost uncanny. Towering heights do not deter him, and he seems to have a knack of almost always landing on his feet. In the concrete jungle of Neo-Tokyo, few can even keep up with him, and it seems like he can only be found when he wants to be.
A hunter by trade and a killer by choice, Alek is a lethal and relentless opponent. He probably has done it all, from covert ops to corporate espionage to everything else in between. For the right price, his talents are for sale. He takes pride in his work too, and he simply does not enjoy losing.
As a necessity, Alek is familiar with most forms of conventional weapons. While he is most proficient with his own guns and blades, should the need arise, he can still make use of whatever he can get his hands on.
Weaknesses/Flaws:
Being a relatively newcomer with a bit of infamy attached to his name, Alek is still fairly distrust among the denizens of Neo-Tokyo’s underground. Everything about him still very much screams ‘corpsman’, and it seems that he has no desire to really play nice with anyone either.
The termination of his contract with his previous employer did not exactly end amicably. While his old colleagues might not be actively looking for him, Alek is still technically in possession of a great amount of company property, and that could make him a target, wherever their path might cross.
It is not easy to trust a man who does not want to be trusted.
Weapon(s):
A heavy pistol that loads .50 Action Express. Comes equipped with the built in Smart Loading system and custom silencer.
Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories:
A subdermal armor implant all over his body. Designed by Keyence to appear fully authentic, while providing moderate protection against most forms of physical trauma. However, the most notable function of this prototype is the ability to activate a form of cloaking that renders the user invisible to the naked eye and most surveillance technologies. This ability requires the use of YoFuel cartridges, however, and extended use is not recommended, due to the limited capacity of the heatsink systems.
Another one of Keyence’s prominent design, which is quite popular among paramilitary groups or covert ops agents. The blade is designed to be razor-sharp and extendable from the user’s cybernetics through a complex system of nano filaments. Alek’s piece is located under his dermal armor atop his right hand.
Born in the border towns of Moscow-0, Alek’s childhood was one of lessons: lessons in fire and ice, in blood and bullets. He had been beyond the safety of the wall, had seen from a young age what a Yokai could do to a man, and what a man could do in return, with the right tools aimed at the right spot. In his formative years, he ran with the Border Forces in Moscow-0, responding to Yokai threats and scouting the ruined world that mankind left behind beyond the confines of the city.
And then Keyence headhunted him for a position in their Moscow branch. The work seemed simple enough. His official job description? A Solution Consultant. The company had problems, and he provided the solutions. The thing was, the problems were people, most of the time. Not that he minded; people or Yokai, they all bled the same.
For a while, it felt almost as if he would fight and die for his corporate masters. But here was the truth: even the hand that fed could not be trusted, and Alek had seen it coming a mile away. Hostile takeovers, change in management, a new region manager here and there, and he was considered too much of a security risk to keep around. So he acted first, turning his teeth and claws on his own handlers before breaking off and leaving for Neo-Tokyo.
For a time, he ran independent contracts and chase bounties, sold whatever info he had managed to swipe off Keyence’s database before he made his escape. It was during one of these transactions that he met Tsukiyama and became acquainted with her gang, the Kurosagi. Eventually, he came to work under her, the promise of more steady work and better pay seemed far more attractive, now that his savings were running lows and he lacked the connections to get a shot at high profile targets.
@Jing I’m gonna say that he will need about 30 seconds wind up before teleporting long distances like a mile. Shorter can pretty much be just a few seconds and longer distances obviously need longer wind up. Otherwise yeah your CS is all cool and good, you can put it in the CS tab after you’ve made the adjustments.
@Jing Heya, just want to let you know that the fog/regret event and the Starweaver wake up call are two seperate event. They can certainly happen at the same time, but if this is the case, can you go ahead and add some clarification that they are two seperate events, because it doesn’t read like that to me in your CS.
Next thing is power. We’re just gonna do some adjustments for the sake of balancing. So if you have watched the 2008 Jumper movie, we would prefer a teleportation power like that. Basically, no visually/remotely teleportation. If he wants to teleport, he touches the things/people and takes them with him. Also please make the power works only for tangible things, no intangible or power teleportation. Let’s also set a limit to what he can teleport, so maybe a dude/a dog is easy no big sweat, but a full sized fridge is hard and a car is gonna hurt your back a lot.
Self-teleportation has the same limits. He needs to see the locations he’s going to (postcards, pictures, maps) and it has to be within a reasonable distance. So maybe just teleporting downtown or a couple of city blocks, not breaking a sweat. But do that for a while and you get tired. From cities to cities that are kilometres away, that’s far more tiring and you need to rest up for a while. Anything further than that probably kill you.
We’re not gonna hard enforce hard distances/durations during actual IC gameplay. Just be reasonable and it’s all good. Also the discord link at the front page is fixed.
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.
》 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤: 185cm tall (210cm with the horns) || 86 kg
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.
》 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸
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.
》 𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸
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.
✣
❅ WAKE UP, BEAST ❅
❖ 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢
LURKING DEATH
» 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧
» 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳
» 𝖣𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖸
» 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤
» 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠
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★★☆☆☆
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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.
Form for reference. Antlers instead of horns, right one is also broken. Face is more bat-like.
❖ 𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖧
Luka's telegraph is two red shapes that look like a beast's eyes. They seem to follow you at every turn.
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.
》 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤: 185cm tall (210cm with the horns) || 86 kg
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.
》 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸
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.
》 𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸
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.
✣
❅ WAKE UP, BEAST ❅
❖ 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢
LURKING DEATH
» 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧
» 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳
» 𝖣𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖸
» 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤
» 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠
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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.
Form for reference. Antlers instead of horns, right one is also broken. Face is more bat-like.
❖ 𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖧
Luka's telegraph is two red shapes that look like a beast's eyes. They seem to follow you at every turn.
I see you like stalking too eh? Just know that while you're reading this, I'm reading all your posts from 5 months ago and silently judging your taste. Ha Ha. Or not.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I see you like stalking too eh? Just know that while you're reading this, I'm reading all your posts from 5 months ago and silently judging your taste. Ha Ha. Or not.</div>
Punished GN
