Post by LUCAAN FROST on Jan 5, 2011 9:35:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2dvq6j6.jpg,true][atrb=width,453,true] IN ORDER TO LIVE HERE in order to die here. GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Lucaan (Loo-kahn) Baris (Bar-his) Frost NICKNAMES: He responds to Luc (Luke) for close friends and family and Frost for past HAWK comrades RACE: Mutant AGE: 41 GENDER: male SEXUALITY: heterosexual RESIDENCE: small mansion on the Isle of Adney OCCUPATION: Noble Lord, and former HAWK captain, sniper division PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION REFLECTION: Lucaan never was one to get dressed up, but public appearances didn't wax or wane because Lord Frost didn't want to put on his fancy eye-patch. They had been invited to dinner and Isolde has insisted only the very best would do for her sister. Lucaan hadn't argue --family deserved the best-- and donned one of his most expensive outfits. High-necked, long sleeved, and knee length, the black jacket had matching gold trim and buttons. His pants were of the same black fabric. His shoes were black and polished to a shine he didn't exactly like. To save himself some discomfort (but not grief from Isolde), he left the top two buttons to his jacket undone. The white shirt he wore beneath stuck out at the neckline as well as the wrists; he tugged at them to make it presentable so she might think he'd done it on purpose for some sort of style. That meant the only thing left to put on was his eye-patch. Without it, the hole that was once his right eye was a dark, dismal, and grizzly thing his glasses did little to hide. The flesh had long since hardened into scarred bubbles where the skin had either been ripped away or burnt when they scooped his eye out with heated spoon. Pain and a lingering bitter saddness filled his good eye. It was brown. Isolde said she loved it. It. Singular. She tried not to look at the other. He forgave her for it every time. The eye-patch he'd chosen tonight was a pristine white, to match the ruffles of the white shirt's accent, and covered almost all of the right half his face with a soft plush cloth to hide the trailing burns. It stood out. He preferred the black one he kept in the top drawer of his study. With the patch in place, he swept a quick hand through his red hair to get it out of his eyes, replaced his glasses, and stuffed the pair white gloves from the tabletop into his pocket before turning to pull his wife away from the mirror beside him with a gentle kiss on the cheek. "We're going to be late, Iso." FACE CLAIM: D-Gray Man, Marian Cross PERSONALITY AND MORE THE GOOD: Although he spent time in the military, Lucaan was raised as nobility until he was the ripe age of sixteen. He never forgot those lessons and remains, to this day, as one of the most gracious hosts on Adney. He's reserved and mild-mannered, as he should be, and rarely loses his temper in high-stress situations, a side effect of his HAWK training. He does his best to be fair, just, and honest with everyone, but that is harder than it sounds in the long run. Although Lucaan prefers to listen, a conversation is a two-way street; he understands the need to be amiable and open with his peers and the citizenry. The world isn't all about him. The occasional resurfacing of the capricious and whimsical side of his youth, however, make some wonder if he won't lapse into his old troublemaker ways. As far as Lucaan is concerned, they managed to misplace their funnybones somewhere up their asses. THE BAD:There is a reason Isolde fronts public relations for House Frost. Rough around the edges, Lucaan lets down his walls more easily, resulting in potentially reputation damaging lapses of propriety. While this tends to get on Isolde's nerves, Lucaan remains rather unmoving to her pleas, not entirely caring if the public knows he is just like them. Yes, he is one of the more stubborn men one might come across, but only when it comes to his honor and pride, which he will only occasionally swallow with a rather large spoonful of sugar. His appearance tends to intimidate and scare others, which while good when making deals or getting a point across, deters most from chumming up to the ex-HAWK. Aurolians judge him as ruthless by his looks, and while he admits he can be gruff and grouchy more often than not, he has washed his hands of bloodshed. Behind closed doors, Lucaan is exhausted, both emotionally and physically; he's tired of the bribes, violence, and falsities that come with a politician's life, and finds it hard to be anything more than pessimistic about the way the world is turning out. BELIEF: Lucaan was raised Aureolian, but he was never as attached to it as his human mother and when he joined the HAWKs, well, he distanced himself as far from the religion and the sins he was committing as he possibly could. Strangely enough, he joined the HAWKs as a sniper to page homage to the religion and its birds. In the end, he had to abandon the religion to assure himself he wouldn't be destroyed because he was protecting the Above. After he retired, however, he rediscovered Aureolian through Isolde. It was one of the many ways she helped heal him of his past even if she doesn't know it. He follows the religion as closely as he dares, celebrating and practicing with his wife. These days he finds himself mildly jealous of pair bonds, if only because it would be like having a child. LIKES AND HOBBIES: Lucaan spends the majority of his time running the household from behind the scenes which means a lot of paper work, number crunching, and reading. Luckily Lucaan likes to read. In his off hours he can almost always be found with Isolde. At the University, she researches aether and peruses the sciences while he browses the fictional and historical works; Sometimes they bring their finds to the Hanging Gardens for a breath of fresh air. He does not accompany her to the orphanages, however, preferring not to torment himself with what he cannot have, and instead has taken a fancy into racing. He also has a small tobacco vice and can often be seen smoking a cigarette while working, or thinking; its a clear indicator for all that know him that he should be left entirely alone. DISLIKES AND TURN-OFFS: There are very few things Lucaan will not tolerate, first and foremost of which is child abuse. As with Isolde, its a sore spot for the couple. They adamantly believe the blessing of a children should be cherished and will use all their power to destroy anyone they suspect of foul play toward their offspring. As Lucaan cannot have a family of his own, he has become somewhat overly protective of those closest to him. Threats toward his wife or brother, however subtle or jesting they may be, will more than likely turn Lucaan into the brazen solider he once was. On more trivial notes, it rather irks Luc if anyone thinks to clean his study. He has a system; don't mess it up. Snoring is also a rather easy way to earn yourself a demerit or five, not to mention make Luc grouchy because you kept him up all night. Nail chewing, chewing with one's mouth open, and stuffing too much into one's mouth all at once, will all get you uninvited, mid-meal to a dinner at the Frost mansion. ASPIRATIONS: When Luc was young, his dreams involved freedom, getting away from the nobility that ruled his life, and the incessant bickering of politicians. Oddly enough, destiny has landed him exactly where he once didn't want to be and, while some of that need to get away still lingers, it is no longer a driving force behind his actions. He now consciously quashes dreams about children and redirects his efforts to making her as happy as he possibly can. LOOKING BACK: There was a time when Lucaan might have thought worst memory was going to be his wedding day, but that was was long before he saw Isolde dressed in white. It is now the memory that comforts him the most. Marrying her was a turning point in his life where everything finally started to make sense. She has been his beacon of hope ever since they met, a gentle thing that tries to be so much stronger than he knows her smile suggests. He only wishes he had two eyes through which to see her... These days, two moments haunt him, but while the memory of the heated spoon scooping out his right eye burns in his nightmares, the ache of knowing Isolde would never have children pulses each day. Sometimes when he looks at her all he can see is the broken woman he held for so many days. He never wants to see her in such pieces again. MISCELLANY: After losing his eye, Lucaan obviously had the option to replace it with a cyborg part. Lucaan balked and adamantly refused to accept any such operation. It was a matter of pride, he'd explained. He'd rather go down honorably then rely on a cybernetic eyeball. The enemy hadn't stole just an eye; they'd stolen a rather large part of Lucaan's pride by mutilating his prized mutant ability: keen eyesight. Without it, he was no better than the rest of his sniper unit. He debated for some time about staying on staff to train new sniper recruits, but during his recuperation period, he met a certain woman he'd run away from marrying so many years ago and suddenly found himself double-thinking what he wanted out of life. OUT OF CHARACTER OOC NAME: CLAUS AGE: 2 GENDER: I'M A LAY-DAY EXPERIENCE: Since I was in 8th grade --you do that math. REFERRED BY: MYSELF. OTHER CHARACTERS: Klien Livessay, bitches ANYTHING ELSE: You have stolen my life. How dare you. APPLICATION TEMPLATE MADE BY EDWARD, EXCLUSIVELY FOR USE ON THE BLUE |
