Lucian Wilheard

Name: Lucian Wilheard

Age:14

Grade:9th Grade

Appearance: Lucian is about 5'4 and his form is considerable slim is extremely fit. His skin is tanned from playing outside for prolonged amounts of time. Messy black hair hangs over his eyes most of the time constantly in the way of his vision. Light-blue eyes hold a innocent trait to them they hold a certain curiosity to them. He is handsome in the face with alluring features, yet they haven’t quite grown any real strength into them.

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Its good.

Personality: Lucian is righteous when need be, but is shy and a bit timid. He’s naive to the greater evils in this world yet will fight back if is his only option or cornered. Slightly self-conscious about his wings that’s why he keeps them hidden from strangers. He is a very open-minded person, yet he lives by his own personal view of the world sometimes he gets confused when the line between right and wrong gets blurred.

Good~

Special Power:
1. Flight: He has the ability to fly by making his wings appear on a cue.

Simple, and clean. Just the way I like it ^_^

2. Holy Crosses: He can summon up several massive floating blue-glowing crosses that hover about him obeying his commands to either attack. The crosses can point themselves into the ground around Lucian to create a shield of holy energy to defend against a sizable attack. They can be also used as a attack by swinging them through the air.

Limitations; where the energy comes from, and how long do the crosses take to fade or what can trigger the fade.

History:
Lucian always felt a little out of place it was a mystery to how he even came into this place. It sounds cliche, but he was left on the doorsteps of an orphanage in a basket wrapped in snugly a white blanket on a deathly cold snowing day. Being brought into this world by a stranger who just happened to answer a door is a very odd way to start a life.
The woman took notice how the baby laughed when she picked up his basket lifting him from his secure resting place still wrapped in the blanket several inconspicious white feathers fell from the bundle of joy floating gently down to the hardwood floors. The woman spoke with care in her voice as she lifted a note from the basket with his name on it” My aren’t you a little angel? Lucian..,” she moved the blanket a tiny bit more to discover she was right.

Lucian had it hard growing up without parents add in the fact, which you’re another worldly entity it gets a little weird. His early years were very simple. He was feed by nurses watched over by nuns and preachers at nights and kept away from the other children as a baby. The little dipping in the holy water for good faith early in his life was slightly discomforting also redundantly. They sheltered Lucian as a kid always delicately encouraging his actions with praise no matter how small. A simple feat like putting letters in the right squares got more attention, then another orphanage’s first steps.

Lucian was very smart he learned how to walk, talk, read and write talk at a very young age. He was very perceptive of the world around him and very eager to learn about it. Reading any book he could find laying around the orphanage, but he was more interested in the people around him. He always did keep a very open mind to religion to the dismay of the church.

Lucian had talked his way into meeting some of the kids his age it didn’t quite go as expected. They teased him about the wings calling him names till him learned how to fly with them afterwards Lucian quickly became popular shortly afterwards learned he could make his wings disappeared briefly, then reappeared by using his mind. He played with them getting an idea of how people reacted to each other they did little to shield their intentions there are only kids. Some of them was adopted, that’s when Lucian started to feel the sorrow of lost and his own dissociate of himself from the others. He soon begin to seek out others like him different, then he heard of this school.

o.o Woah....Good stuff.

Relationships
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Mortal Enemy:
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Likes:
Dating:

EXAMPLE ROLE-PLAYING POST:

The bus was rocking back and forth across the bumpy road. He sat there in the back as he watched the variety of people around him. One man was seating across from him he didn’t smell so pleasantly at the end of the booth. The man’s clothes were filthy they had numerous stains on the fabric noticeably the polyester overcoat it hung over his other curiously dampened clothes. He turned to look at Lucian his face was clustered with dirt revealing small patches of his white skin and his blacked lips started to pull back to reveal two rows of what could be consider teeth most of them yellow others black, some of them were rotten out. There was something else stuck in his teeth several what only could be described of hideous gunk resided in each tiny space between his teeth. His breathe lingered out of his mouth it was a disgusting foul breath of liquor and several days’ old garbage, which might explain the gunk.

Lucian blinked twice in the response to man’s least, then savory smile. A slow smile spread across Lucian’s lips in return to the man. Sliding a bit closer to this new person, he just had met his curiosity growing. Lifting one finger to his chin he kept it there for a moment has his blue eyes observed this odd being once more, before extending his hand to the man has he spoke with a solemn tone to his voice speaking to him with dignity, “Hello my name is Lucian Wilheard. What would yours be?”

“My name is Abraham Lincoln!!!! Pleased to meet you ya! Lucian.. What a very odd name..!” Abraham said with a smile upon his face, “You got to watch out for those UFO’s they’ll abduct you know. They’ll do all kinds of strange things to your head. I can still hear them in my head..,” Abraham pointed to the side of his head with his finger, “There telling me you’re a vice nice person. I can see you have a very vibrant aura around you. I know these things!,” He nodded his head vigorously as his hand latched on to Lucian’s shaking it very hard. Happy to find somebody who didn’t believe him to be a nut.

Lucian tilted his head accepting Abraham’s gracious and overzealous notions by this time several of the people around him seemed to be staring at them,“ Nice to meet you Abraham. It’s an honor to meet you. You seemed very perceptive. Where are you going maybe to meet your family?” he asked naively.

Abraham was at first taken by the compliment of being called perceptive of his world, then taken by sorrow from the mention of his family. A brief moment of clarity occurred in his head, “I’m alone Lucian in this world. I messed up a long time ago, before the aliens took me I had a daughter,” more like a bit of clouded clarity, “ I haven’t seen her in ten years, since the signing of the Emancipation Proclamination in that awful house in Canada. Her name is Angie Lonwits..” There seem to be another pause and he looked sad.

Lucian was writing something on his notebook he had gotten for school, then he folded it hotdog style while listening to this old man. The bus suddenly came to a stop the passengers jerking slightly it was Lucian’s destination. He gave a soft sigh standing from the booth he gave Abraham a slight bow, “I’m sorry Abraham, but this is my stop. I believe you to be a very nice man Abraham, but you’re confused. I believe if you find your daughter and with a little help you might be able to find more clarity,” he extended his dirty hand once more in a shake, which Abraham shook.” It was very nice to meet you.”

“It was very nice to meet you to Louie.” Abraham said as he watched Lucian make his way to the front of the bus. He looked down at something in his hands it was a neatly folded of paper it was slightly dirty from his stained hands. Grimy fingers lifted the side of the notebook paper reading it: “Abraham here’s something to help you out and find your daughter. It’s a list of directions to a place to help you. The first would be instructions to a church there’ll be a priest who will help you from there. Hand him this piece of paper. He’s a very nice man won’t try to convert you and help you contact Angie. I hope the good in you will take this letter into consideration. Also, this is something to help you.” There was another paper neatly folded under the notebook paper it was green and had several Abraham Lincolns printed on them.

Wicked Sauce.

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Edited by: NightShadeZero22 at: 9/11/06 8:38 pm