Lucas M. Darly

[Lucas Darly]

CHARACTER PROFILE
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// OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias: Valid.
Contact: [e-mail].
How you found us: Affiliation request at Tough Luck Avenue.

// IN CHARACTER

Name: Lucas Markus Darly.
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male.
Species: Otherling - Dingo.
Class: Commoner.
Hobbies: Concerning himself with the 'impending revolution'. Drinking (despite the fact he is a most violent drunk). Feuding with his father.

Appearance: As a human Lucas fulfills his obligations as a charming young chap. A spitting image of his damnable father he bares eyes of a dark green in his mortal form and stands at a somewhat tall height of roughly five eleven, a hair under six foot. Lean by design he is a sinewy creature, accustom to the hard work done by commoners and peasants alike. His hands have a somewhat large span and remain rough from the oddball jobs he’s occupied. The scar on his left hand, that runs from between his thumb and index finger to the far edge of the opposing side of his palm limits the mobility of his thumb and reminds him of ‘one of the many’ incidents he’s had while drunk. … Not that there aren’t more scars like that. He has a toned figure and a tanned hide, upon which litter numerous scars of varying severity. Being the scrappy sort he is, it isn’t rare he returns to the inn busted and bruised, where he is then sewed back together by the lovely Marilyn. Nonetheless, dirty blonde hair and green-eyed n’ all, Lucas holds himself with a nonchalance and sheer apathy. Confident, he seems, and smoldering, his eyes are ruthless and penetrating… and his smiles always seem so smug and haughty. Angled face adds to his sharper, fierce appearance while his voice contemplates his image. Speaking in mild tones most of the time his words are pointed and forward he seems always to have this air of teasing and trickery…

As an Otherling, and even then a Dingo-Otherling at that Lucas may very well be considered an interesting sight to behold. Paying homage to his Australian ancestry he has this long, mean leanness to him that seems to remind one of simply a sleeker, more canine-like wolf. Sporting a coat of tan that hovers between orange and gold, his cream undersides and white front left hand-appendage are the only marks that distinguish him. Still so very sinewy and so very toned he seems to carry his feral elegance and severe intensity over ever form. His eyes seem lighter, with the change to his in-between state, however.

The qua-pedal duplication of his in-between state, he is a dingo true and true again… but still quite a bit larger then average (not that he‘d figure many would notice. He could name on one hand how many people in France have seen an Australian wild dog. The closest even he, himself, has ever been would be in seeing his mother and father as a child in their truer form). He has much leg on him, but that’s simply because of the anatomy of the dingo. Still lean, yet muscled his coat is exactly the same. A rich tan that hovers between a gold-ish orange he is of common colors and the usual marks - cream-ish undersides and a lighter tan / off-white paw.

Personality: Lucas is better known for his intensity… a very passionate and involved individual, he has this smoldering ‘essence’ that leaves many people either intimidated, untrusting, or utterly fascinated. He’s akin to a flame. A fire, an inferno. Hot as hot can be, he rages without regard or care. He is a hunter who keeps his eyes on his prey, and never allows what he desires ever to escape his sight. He follows through with most, if not all of his actions, and has the redeeming quality of keeping his word. Yet, his anger. He has a bit of a temper and a blindness when it comes to hate. Despite everything well and lovely in his life, he is a rather angry individual and it isn’t rare to see him be truly incensed and utterly unruly. Lucas is also a violent and aggressive individual. Use to dominating and being on top, he is competitive to those who seem to challenge him and can be utterly ruthless in his quest. The lad is also overly protective and possessive. For those he cares for, or for those who he simply is fascinated with, he appears to be… ‘fondly’ or ‘interestingly’ overbearing. Flirtatious, his intensity translates over to a teasing and playful demeanor that leads many women to wondering: Is he serious? Or is he just toying? I mean… he seems to… But, is that anything new? The young Mr. Darly has that ‘effect’ on people. He leaves them with a dual taste in their mouth, on ground that isn’t entirely stable. He makes people wonder. About him, about his motives, about themselves, about what they want. He is open about what he thinks… yet in the same way never has to say it. He is a man of action, versus words… more can be understood in how he acts, than what he says. Yet, as clear as his messages seem there is always that doubt people have about them. What is he really saying? It fascinates some, confuses others, and leaves others with utter dislike. He is a confident person, a violent person, a dominate person. He has issues with anger and is too… radical. He’s too rash.. … Or so they say.

When Lucas feels good, he feels good. It isn’t rare that he seeks to make others feel just as lovely as he feels himself. Going to great lengths to amuse those he cares for, to get smiles and laughter from them, when Lucas is for some reason jolly… he’s an utter pleasure to be around. He’s sweet and remarkably gentle, tender, compassionate. It’s amazing how tame he seems… which makes it all the more heartbreaking when he reverts to his ‘old self’. Clever despite himself, his intellect (for he has ounces of it) is blinded. Anger and unhappiness seem to be cornerstones of who he is. Lucas is restless, he dislikes his situation in life and he dislikes the state of the world. He believes in older tradition (though none would believe it, even if he said so himself) and desires the days when the world seemed so big. When the Wolves and the Otherlings were in control… and did not cower as humans came with fire and swords drawn. He loathes and he hates and he refuses and he attempts to fight against. One of those who rather die on his feet then live on his knees, he struggles. Against himself, against others… and for it (and for the battle he seemingly can’t win) he becomes frustrated and short-tempered. Like a beast pent up in a cage, he desires the unobtainable - freedom. True freedom.

History: In so few words Lucas’ history can be recounted as a tale that occurs often enough. His father, a nobleman, managed to fall in love with one of his staff. From there the two eloped from their previous lives and transcended all boundaries so they may ‘be with one another’. Settling into Kadence they lived happily for a time… until Maria Darly became pregnant. At the sight of a child the twenty-year-old Adam Rose fled. He abandoned his pregnant lover and his unborn child and returned to the cities he had sought to escape. Maria Darly followed his example, if only belatedly. At six years old Lucas felt the sting of his mother’s abandonment. She had left one early May morning before he woke and that was the last he ever saw her. The innkeeper Marilyn had pity on his soul and took care of him. She was an older woman, but she was stern and tough. Though she tried her best in raising him, she wasn’t the mother or even the father figure he so desperately needed. Lucas grew as much on his own as he did by the guiding hand of Marilyn. At age eleven his father returned, however. Finding Lucas once again he attempted to take up the role of father… which wasn’t well received. Our young lad openly refused and spat on his father, who had left he and his mother well before he was born. Why did the man suddenly want to do right by his bastard son, after so many years? … And so began the haphazard and dysfunctional relationship that ensued. Lucas and Mr. Adam never ever completely got along and never seemed to find that ’father and son’ niche. The two have been fighting with each other ever since Adam’s arrival… and the fighting has hence took a more drastic turn with Lucas’ sperm donor pawning off one Miss Chole on his hands.