Grey Twilight
07-30-07, 02:31 PM
Basic Information
Full name: Lukas, though he likes to title himself Sir Lukas Agathon the Third, True Lord of the North Steppe
Age: 8
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark green
Height: 4’ 4’’
Weight: 56 lbs
Race: Human
Occupation: Orphan
Appearance
Despite the fancy title that he attached to his name, Lukas is differs little from other children in the orphanage. His constitution is scrawny and unremarkable, usually clothed in pantaloons of worn, blue denim with holes at the knees. Likewise, his upper body clothing usually consists of washed out linen shirt that used to be green once and a threadbare brownish sweater during the winter chills. His leather boots, passed onto him by a boy who came of age and moved out of orphanage, are about two sizes too big for him and often unlaced but they hold the mud and water away from his usually bare feet.
Lukas’s face is a story of its own. Across his forehead and down the right cheek, where other children usually have grimy but smooth skin, Lukas’s skin is scarred from scorching, making it look rosy and mangled. He covers some of this deformity with a red bandana that helps keeping his unruly hair tame, but most of it is clearly visible to the onlookers. Still, he never takes his bandana off, not even when he goes to sleep.
Personality
Lukas has the devil inside, or so most of the grown-ups he met liked to say. He’s not a bad kid, but has a knack for mischief and is always on a lookout to do something other then what he was said to do. Lukas is the kind of a kid that would go deeper into the forest when people tell him he shouldn’t, and he’s the kind of kid that would stubbornly say ‘yes’ when everyone else is saying ‘no’. He’s not the loudest person in the crowd, but he’s unafraid to say whatever is on his mind, even if it gets him in trouble. This is partially a consequence of his make-believe heritage that makes him believe that he’s a lost son of some lord and not just an abandoned child.
Weapons, Armor, Items...
A scarlet bandana and the clothes on his back, such as they are.
Skills
Scoundrel’s Luck – This is Lukas’s only skill and it’s not even something he has control over. From the early days of his life, a strange streak of luck has been following Lukas and it keeps doing so. This grants the young orphan some advantages in tight spots. For an example, if Lukas is fleeing from some pursuers and there’s an intersection in front of him, chances are he won’t run into a dead end alley. Or if he jumps from the second story window, he has a greater chance of landing on something that would cushion his fall. Scoundrel’s Luck, however, is as unreliable as scoundrels themselves, and it seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to intervening.
History
~What Lukas would like you to believe~
Lukas Agathon the Third was not so long ago a firstborn son of the Lord of the North Salvarian Steppe. He lived in a mansion high on the hillside which was as big as a castle and his father, Marcus Agathon, governed all the Northern Lands. His mother was the most beautiful dame to ever walk the snows of Salvar, her hair kissed by fire and her face always donned in kindness. He never had any brothers and sisters, but he had more friends then he could count. And money, of course. Lots and lots of money that Father spent on marvelous feasts where tables were laden with food around which lords and ladies danced in a swirl.
But this idyll was ended when a dragon awoke beneath the hills and attacked the Agathon Manor. The great wyrm broke through the roof and snatched his mother from her bedroll and set the rest of the manor on fire. Lukas and his father barely managed to escape from the burning building with their lives. Then Marcus Agathon, as honorable man as they come, summoned all of his soldiers and went to hunt the dragon. Since there was no-one to take care of Lukas while he was away, the Lord of the North Steppe left his son in an orphanage, to wait for the return of his parents.
This is the story that Lukas tells, that he desperately wants to believe. He doesn’t know the truth. And the truth was significantly different.
~What really happened~
Five years ago, Lukas Agathon was neither Lukas nor an Agathon. Born as a fifth child to the Korivas family, he was named simply Jon and was never a favorite child of his parents mostly because they didn’t plan his conception. His father, Allain, was a fisherman who already had a hard time feeding six mouths, so another one wasn’t overly welcome. That’s why Allain drank and drank heavily every time he wasn’t out fishing. His wife, Enea, might’ve been a good woman and a good wife once, but five children and all the hardships of raising a family in poverty took its toll. Since Allain drank away most of the money left after bringing food on the table, Enea turned to another vice. In the days after Lukas’s birth there had been a lot of activity in her bedchambers, and they didn’t necessarily all happen when Allain was with her. It was a hard life, an everyday fight for survival, and if Lukas knew about it, he’d most likely want to forget it.
Lukas – or Jon back then – didn’t spend much time under the roof of the Korivas family simply because soon the family didn’t have a roof. Nobody knows what exactly started the fire, but chances were it was a candle that Allain’s drunken staggering overturned one late night. The fire spread ferociously and all that the Korivas family managed to get out of the fire was their own lives. Unfortunately, in all the commotion, they all forgot about their youngest members. Only three years old and sleeping in a crude crib below a window, Jon Korivas was left for dead. And that was Lady Luck smiled on his for the first time.
Instinctively trying to flee from the smoke and the fire that licked at his face, Jon climbed on the windowsill and fell through the window. He landed on half of one of the empty turtle shells that his father cleaned out the other day. The carapace slid on the frosty ground, taking the crying child downhill all the way to the river. Nestled in the oval of the turtle shell, Jon floated downstream and out of the lives of the now homeless Korivas family.
An old fisherman found him the next day miles downstream. Being old, decrepit and barely able to take care of himself, the man took the child to the nearest orphanage. With no known name, the lady that took care of the orphans at the time gave him a new name; Lukas. And since then Lukas spent his days in an orphanage. The dreary life in such an environment made him form a fantasy in his head, a made-up history to fill up the lack of his true memories. To this day, he believes into that story so much that he promised himself to go search for the Agathon family once he’s old enough.
Full name: Lukas, though he likes to title himself Sir Lukas Agathon the Third, True Lord of the North Steppe
Age: 8
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark green
Height: 4’ 4’’
Weight: 56 lbs
Race: Human
Occupation: Orphan
Appearance
Despite the fancy title that he attached to his name, Lukas is differs little from other children in the orphanage. His constitution is scrawny and unremarkable, usually clothed in pantaloons of worn, blue denim with holes at the knees. Likewise, his upper body clothing usually consists of washed out linen shirt that used to be green once and a threadbare brownish sweater during the winter chills. His leather boots, passed onto him by a boy who came of age and moved out of orphanage, are about two sizes too big for him and often unlaced but they hold the mud and water away from his usually bare feet.
Lukas’s face is a story of its own. Across his forehead and down the right cheek, where other children usually have grimy but smooth skin, Lukas’s skin is scarred from scorching, making it look rosy and mangled. He covers some of this deformity with a red bandana that helps keeping his unruly hair tame, but most of it is clearly visible to the onlookers. Still, he never takes his bandana off, not even when he goes to sleep.
Personality
Lukas has the devil inside, or so most of the grown-ups he met liked to say. He’s not a bad kid, but has a knack for mischief and is always on a lookout to do something other then what he was said to do. Lukas is the kind of a kid that would go deeper into the forest when people tell him he shouldn’t, and he’s the kind of kid that would stubbornly say ‘yes’ when everyone else is saying ‘no’. He’s not the loudest person in the crowd, but he’s unafraid to say whatever is on his mind, even if it gets him in trouble. This is partially a consequence of his make-believe heritage that makes him believe that he’s a lost son of some lord and not just an abandoned child.
Weapons, Armor, Items...
A scarlet bandana and the clothes on his back, such as they are.
Skills
Scoundrel’s Luck – This is Lukas’s only skill and it’s not even something he has control over. From the early days of his life, a strange streak of luck has been following Lukas and it keeps doing so. This grants the young orphan some advantages in tight spots. For an example, if Lukas is fleeing from some pursuers and there’s an intersection in front of him, chances are he won’t run into a dead end alley. Or if he jumps from the second story window, he has a greater chance of landing on something that would cushion his fall. Scoundrel’s Luck, however, is as unreliable as scoundrels themselves, and it seems to have a mind of its own when it comes to intervening.
History
~What Lukas would like you to believe~
Lukas Agathon the Third was not so long ago a firstborn son of the Lord of the North Salvarian Steppe. He lived in a mansion high on the hillside which was as big as a castle and his father, Marcus Agathon, governed all the Northern Lands. His mother was the most beautiful dame to ever walk the snows of Salvar, her hair kissed by fire and her face always donned in kindness. He never had any brothers and sisters, but he had more friends then he could count. And money, of course. Lots and lots of money that Father spent on marvelous feasts where tables were laden with food around which lords and ladies danced in a swirl.
But this idyll was ended when a dragon awoke beneath the hills and attacked the Agathon Manor. The great wyrm broke through the roof and snatched his mother from her bedroll and set the rest of the manor on fire. Lukas and his father barely managed to escape from the burning building with their lives. Then Marcus Agathon, as honorable man as they come, summoned all of his soldiers and went to hunt the dragon. Since there was no-one to take care of Lukas while he was away, the Lord of the North Steppe left his son in an orphanage, to wait for the return of his parents.
This is the story that Lukas tells, that he desperately wants to believe. He doesn’t know the truth. And the truth was significantly different.
~What really happened~
Five years ago, Lukas Agathon was neither Lukas nor an Agathon. Born as a fifth child to the Korivas family, he was named simply Jon and was never a favorite child of his parents mostly because they didn’t plan his conception. His father, Allain, was a fisherman who already had a hard time feeding six mouths, so another one wasn’t overly welcome. That’s why Allain drank and drank heavily every time he wasn’t out fishing. His wife, Enea, might’ve been a good woman and a good wife once, but five children and all the hardships of raising a family in poverty took its toll. Since Allain drank away most of the money left after bringing food on the table, Enea turned to another vice. In the days after Lukas’s birth there had been a lot of activity in her bedchambers, and they didn’t necessarily all happen when Allain was with her. It was a hard life, an everyday fight for survival, and if Lukas knew about it, he’d most likely want to forget it.
Lukas – or Jon back then – didn’t spend much time under the roof of the Korivas family simply because soon the family didn’t have a roof. Nobody knows what exactly started the fire, but chances were it was a candle that Allain’s drunken staggering overturned one late night. The fire spread ferociously and all that the Korivas family managed to get out of the fire was their own lives. Unfortunately, in all the commotion, they all forgot about their youngest members. Only three years old and sleeping in a crude crib below a window, Jon Korivas was left for dead. And that was Lady Luck smiled on his for the first time.
Instinctively trying to flee from the smoke and the fire that licked at his face, Jon climbed on the windowsill and fell through the window. He landed on half of one of the empty turtle shells that his father cleaned out the other day. The carapace slid on the frosty ground, taking the crying child downhill all the way to the river. Nestled in the oval of the turtle shell, Jon floated downstream and out of the lives of the now homeless Korivas family.
An old fisherman found him the next day miles downstream. Being old, decrepit and barely able to take care of himself, the man took the child to the nearest orphanage. With no known name, the lady that took care of the orphans at the time gave him a new name; Lukas. And since then Lukas spent his days in an orphanage. The dreary life in such an environment made him form a fantasy in his head, a made-up history to fill up the lack of his true memories. To this day, he believes into that story so much that he promised himself to go search for the Agathon family once he’s old enough.