Ghost
06-20-06, 11:35 PM
Name: Lucas (Luke) Orellius
Race: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 162
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Armor: Luke wears a lot of black leather. He has a pair of boots, gloves, and a cape of that material. He is usually not wearing a shirt and he wears black pants. He also has a black hood that is usually hanging down on his back, unless he is trying to conceal himself.
Weapons: Luke's primary weapon, and the one he is most skilled with is his rapier. If he ever loved anything, he loves this sword. The long, thin blade is blood red. It reminds Luke of himself, being slim but very strong. It is made of steel. Luke considers his handling of the weapon as "good". Others who have seen him in battle have called him proficient. He also has two steel daggers each 10 inches long which he keeps concealed unless he is throwing them.
Appearance: Luke stands 6 feet tall and weighs 162 pounds. He is lean and strong. He is muscular and like to show it off, which is why he walks around shirtless. Although he usually has no shirt, he wears black gloves that cover his hands and wrists. The fingers of the gloves are cut off to make his fingers able to move easier. Luke wears thick, black boots and a black leather cape. His hood mostly hangs down on his back, but he puts it over his head when he is planning on stealing something, sneaking in somewhere, and sometimes when he is going to fight.
Personality: If anything, Luke is controlled. He is very cocky and arrogant and he loves to fight. He often scams people into fighting him so that he can kill them and steal their money. Luke is usually quiet. He doesn't often keep company for long. He is a solitary person, but if he does find someone that he likes he will stick with them for a while.
Skills: Luke is quite proficient with his rapier, and uses that most of the time.
Minor Frost Magic: Luke can turn small amounts of water into ice, as in a bottle of water. If he concentrates hard, he can turn rain into hail. He must be channeling the ice, if he stops, the rain stops freezing. He can only channel this ability in a small range of about 10 x 10 feet, and only about half of the water will actually freeze.
History: "Oh! I am truly sorry about that sir. I didn't see you there." Luke's left hand had already gotten its prize. Luke extended his right arm to the man he had knocked down. "Let me help you up." The man smacked Luke's hand away, picking himself up.
"Watch where you're going, boy!" The man screamed into Luke's face.
Luke stuck his hand in his pocket. His lip curled into a smile. "I'll be sure to do that." The man briskly stalked away. Luke did likewise, his pockets jingling with the harvest of his day's work. As he turned a corner he could faintly hear the man's screaming voice. "Oh that's a shame," Luke smiled as he pulled the coins from his pocket. "He will surely be missing these." Luke turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
Luke was born in Radasanth so he became used to the bustling city life at a very young age. This made it very easy for him to practice his thievery. Soon after he had been born, his birth parents had abandoned their child. He was found by an old fisherman named Geoff who named the boy Luke and brought him up as his own son. Geoff was not a bad parent, and he tried to instill in Luke all of the morals that his parents had brought him up with. Luke, on the other hand, had a certain affinity for stealing. He loved to steal and did it as often as possible. He would steal from various shops and traveling merchants, those were easy targets. He started this habit around the age of 10.
One day while he was out and about looking for anything to steal, he noticed a large gathering of people standing around. Intrigued, he pushed and squeezed his way to the center of the crowd. There he saw a tall man wearing a hat and cape. "See that man there, son. He's a magician!" Luke heard a man whispering to his child. Luke had been told by Geoff that magicians were nothing but a bunch of nonsense. He had never actually seen one himself and had never thought much of them but he had nothing better to do so he decided to stay for a bit. Minutes turned to hours and the sun was starting to set. Luke was the last person watching the magician. He stared in awe as the man performed his wondrous magic.
After seeing the magician in town that day, Luke started reading everything about magic that he could get his hands on. He also talked to people in the city about it, trying to see if they would tell him anything new. He picked up a few sleight of hand tricks, but these did not satisfy him. He wanted real power. He wanted to be able to perform real magic.
One day, as he was walking home from a day of glorious thievery, he happened to trip and fall into a puddle of water. He picked himself up and brushed off his wet clothes. "Oh great, now I’m gonna get it," he thought. "Old Geoff's gonna kill me for getting these new clothes wet." Luke turned to run home but for some reason he stopped and looked at the puddle of water. He thought, "This is a good place to try and do some magic." He started intently at the puddle of water, concentrating on it hard. He held out his hand, trying to levitate the water. He could not break his stare or the magic would not work, or so he had read in one of his books.
Luke closed his eyes tightly, and pictured the water in his mind. He could imagine it levitating and thought that if he could see it in his mind he could do it. He squeezed his eyes hard and his muscles tensed. His outstretched hand started to tremble. He concentrated all of his mind into this act. Something inside him exploded. Some hidden power had just been unleashed within him. He opened his eyes. He stared at the puddle. It remained unchanged. He frowned, disappointed. All of a sudden, he felt an icy feeling shoot through his right hand. He looked down at it, awestruck. His hand had turned ice blue! Luke stretched his hand toward the small water puddle on the ground. His fingertips broke the surface of the water, creating small ripples. Luke could feel the ice cold sensation in his hand leaving him. He watched in amazement as the water started to crystalize. Within seconds the puddle had frozen over. As soon as he realized what he had done, Luke jumped up, screaming "Oh my God! I did magic!"
Luke decided that night that he was going to keep this strange power to himself, at least until he figured out its full potential. From then on, he secretly practiced his two hobbies: thievery and magic, a lot. He wanted to become a great thief and mage. Those were his favorite things in the world to do and he loved doing them more than anything else.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 162
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Armor: Luke wears a lot of black leather. He has a pair of boots, gloves, and a cape of that material. He is usually not wearing a shirt and he wears black pants. He also has a black hood that is usually hanging down on his back, unless he is trying to conceal himself.
Weapons: Luke's primary weapon, and the one he is most skilled with is his rapier. If he ever loved anything, he loves this sword. The long, thin blade is blood red. It reminds Luke of himself, being slim but very strong. It is made of steel. Luke considers his handling of the weapon as "good". Others who have seen him in battle have called him proficient. He also has two steel daggers each 10 inches long which he keeps concealed unless he is throwing them.
Appearance: Luke stands 6 feet tall and weighs 162 pounds. He is lean and strong. He is muscular and like to show it off, which is why he walks around shirtless. Although he usually has no shirt, he wears black gloves that cover his hands and wrists. The fingers of the gloves are cut off to make his fingers able to move easier. Luke wears thick, black boots and a black leather cape. His hood mostly hangs down on his back, but he puts it over his head when he is planning on stealing something, sneaking in somewhere, and sometimes when he is going to fight.
Personality: If anything, Luke is controlled. He is very cocky and arrogant and he loves to fight. He often scams people into fighting him so that he can kill them and steal their money. Luke is usually quiet. He doesn't often keep company for long. He is a solitary person, but if he does find someone that he likes he will stick with them for a while.
Skills: Luke is quite proficient with his rapier, and uses that most of the time.
Minor Frost Magic: Luke can turn small amounts of water into ice, as in a bottle of water. If he concentrates hard, he can turn rain into hail. He must be channeling the ice, if he stops, the rain stops freezing. He can only channel this ability in a small range of about 10 x 10 feet, and only about half of the water will actually freeze.
History: "Oh! I am truly sorry about that sir. I didn't see you there." Luke's left hand had already gotten its prize. Luke extended his right arm to the man he had knocked down. "Let me help you up." The man smacked Luke's hand away, picking himself up.
"Watch where you're going, boy!" The man screamed into Luke's face.
Luke stuck his hand in his pocket. His lip curled into a smile. "I'll be sure to do that." The man briskly stalked away. Luke did likewise, his pockets jingling with the harvest of his day's work. As he turned a corner he could faintly hear the man's screaming voice. "Oh that's a shame," Luke smiled as he pulled the coins from his pocket. "He will surely be missing these." Luke turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
Luke was born in Radasanth so he became used to the bustling city life at a very young age. This made it very easy for him to practice his thievery. Soon after he had been born, his birth parents had abandoned their child. He was found by an old fisherman named Geoff who named the boy Luke and brought him up as his own son. Geoff was not a bad parent, and he tried to instill in Luke all of the morals that his parents had brought him up with. Luke, on the other hand, had a certain affinity for stealing. He loved to steal and did it as often as possible. He would steal from various shops and traveling merchants, those were easy targets. He started this habit around the age of 10.
One day while he was out and about looking for anything to steal, he noticed a large gathering of people standing around. Intrigued, he pushed and squeezed his way to the center of the crowd. There he saw a tall man wearing a hat and cape. "See that man there, son. He's a magician!" Luke heard a man whispering to his child. Luke had been told by Geoff that magicians were nothing but a bunch of nonsense. He had never actually seen one himself and had never thought much of them but he had nothing better to do so he decided to stay for a bit. Minutes turned to hours and the sun was starting to set. Luke was the last person watching the magician. He stared in awe as the man performed his wondrous magic.
After seeing the magician in town that day, Luke started reading everything about magic that he could get his hands on. He also talked to people in the city about it, trying to see if they would tell him anything new. He picked up a few sleight of hand tricks, but these did not satisfy him. He wanted real power. He wanted to be able to perform real magic.
One day, as he was walking home from a day of glorious thievery, he happened to trip and fall into a puddle of water. He picked himself up and brushed off his wet clothes. "Oh great, now I’m gonna get it," he thought. "Old Geoff's gonna kill me for getting these new clothes wet." Luke turned to run home but for some reason he stopped and looked at the puddle of water. He thought, "This is a good place to try and do some magic." He started intently at the puddle of water, concentrating on it hard. He held out his hand, trying to levitate the water. He could not break his stare or the magic would not work, or so he had read in one of his books.
Luke closed his eyes tightly, and pictured the water in his mind. He could imagine it levitating and thought that if he could see it in his mind he could do it. He squeezed his eyes hard and his muscles tensed. His outstretched hand started to tremble. He concentrated all of his mind into this act. Something inside him exploded. Some hidden power had just been unleashed within him. He opened his eyes. He stared at the puddle. It remained unchanged. He frowned, disappointed. All of a sudden, he felt an icy feeling shoot through his right hand. He looked down at it, awestruck. His hand had turned ice blue! Luke stretched his hand toward the small water puddle on the ground. His fingertips broke the surface of the water, creating small ripples. Luke could feel the ice cold sensation in his hand leaving him. He watched in amazement as the water started to crystalize. Within seconds the puddle had frozen over. As soon as he realized what he had done, Luke jumped up, screaming "Oh my God! I did magic!"
Luke decided that night that he was going to keep this strange power to himself, at least until he figured out its full potential. From then on, he secretly practiced his two hobbies: thievery and magic, a lot. He wanted to become a great thief and mage. Those were his favorite things in the world to do and he loved doing them more than anything else.