Post by Lucas Night on Oct 16, 2023 21:09:14 GMT
lucas t. night
NAME lucas tomlin night | AGE twenty-nine |
OCCUPATION rocket (?) | HOMETOWN cerulean city, kanto |
SEXUALITY effectively het | PLAYED BY nic |
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: • Confident • Perfectionist • Independent • Inquisitive and Observant • Charismatic | NEGATIVE TRAITS: • Egotistical • Dishonest • Distant and Anti-Social • Cruel • Insecure |
LIKES • high status • fine dining • the sound of his own voice • Ember • his family (ancestry) | DISLIKES: • losing • other's authority • strong odors • most pokemon and gijinka • his family (sister and her brood) |
POKEMON
Ember
Species - Charmander Gender - Female
Ability - Blaze Level - 5
Moves - Ember, Growl, Scratch, Beat Up (Egg Move)
Randomized Second.
Ember
Species - Charmander Gender - Female
Ability - Blaze Level - 5
Moves - Ember, Growl, Scratch, Beat Up (Egg Move)
Randomized Second.
APPEARANCE
*fc is katsuya saeki from kichiku megane
Standing at six feet tall with neatly cut blonde hair and blue eyes, Lucas fits nicely in old money standards of attractiveness. To some, he is handsome. To others, he his hypnotically boring to look at. His features are symmetrical and proportionate to the point of being nearly non-descript. He's like a model—effectively nothing more than a living mannequin.
He remains as clean shaven now, approaching thirty, as he did as a youth. However, he has come to wear reading glasses due to eye sight worsening. It's definitely due to all of that computer use in his previous role and not because of genetic predisposition, clearly.
His preferred manner of dress used to be button ups and slacks when out of uniform and not required to adapt to circumstances. However, given his recent disgrace, clothing is the kind of resource he has to be less picky about. It is exceptionally demeaning.
Beneath all that, where hardly anyone else manages to glimpse, Lucas has a collection of burn scars along his torso. Bringing this up positively or negatively is a quick way to earn his ire.
Standing at six feet tall with neatly cut blonde hair and blue eyes, Lucas fits nicely in old money standards of attractiveness. To some, he is handsome. To others, he his hypnotically boring to look at. His features are symmetrical and proportionate to the point of being nearly non-descript. He's like a model—effectively nothing more than a living mannequin.
He remains as clean shaven now, approaching thirty, as he did as a youth. However, he has come to wear reading glasses due to eye sight worsening. It's definitely due to all of that computer use in his previous role and not because of genetic predisposition, clearly.
His preferred manner of dress used to be button ups and slacks when out of uniform and not required to adapt to circumstances. However, given his recent disgrace, clothing is the kind of resource he has to be less picky about. It is exceptionally demeaning.
Beneath all that, where hardly anyone else manages to glimpse, Lucas has a collection of burn scars along his torso. Bringing this up positively or negatively is a quick way to earn his ire.
HISTORY
This is the origin of a man whose ego is both life and death.
Born into the Night family of Cerulean, Lucas's birth was heralded as a blessing. He was to be the heir of a lineage of excellent pokemon breeders. Their appearances and disposition were just as refined and predictable as their stock.
For two blissful years, life was perfect. The pressure was bearable. The Night family had a legacy worth preserving, after all, even if the common filth insisted something was wrong. It was everything Lucas could ask for. He was even getting a sibling; he was getting someone to share this incredible, privileged life with.
Except... She was wrong. His odd, ugly sister was all wrong. He resented and pitied her in equal parts. It blossomed into embarrassed disgust as he grew older. She was sickly, he would lie when asked about her, and then go on to refocus the topic on his exceptional awareness of the true potential of pokemon pairings.
His youth was bright. He was praised for every accomplishment, for every step he took on the well worn path of a Night heir. Things had been rocky once, but they were right now. He was not lonely and he was proud of all of this. It was his birth right to be this way. Anyone who called it wrong was just some jealous mongrel.
And, yet, at some point... The fun of the façade faded. The right of rulers must be enforced with might. And, not all of this money came from means that could be mentioned in polite company. The heir of the Night family joined the true family business: Rocket membership.
Whether it be his wicked disposition, penchant for keeping underlings in line, or familial connections, Lucas rose quickly in rank. Too quickly, perhaps. But, it was all fantastic. With the companionship of the only pokemon he saw as more than a mere tool, he contented himself with his hard work. This was the right of rulers and he was a ruler even if there was authority beyond him and not everything he planned worked in his favor.
Though, with time, even less worked in his favor. There were revelations and rivalries. The comfortable dynamics of the world he had grown in were overthrown. Nothing was as it was supposed to be. He was not leading a winning criminal organization. He was not praised for his accomplishments. And, he was not the head of his own next generation of his proud family.
He was losing. And, his ego could not tolerate that. With nowhere else to take out this outrage, the withholding admin made his act in that position: an attempted attack on his tainted family. The lab was the chosen location and it failed spectacularly. Without backup, even Lucas was destined for failure. There was no sympathy to be had when he returned to his allies to lick his wounds.
Now, dishonored and stripped of everything except Ember, Lucas broods. His life should not be like this; the world should not be like this. He will set it right; pity anyone who gets in his way.
Born into the Night family of Cerulean, Lucas's birth was heralded as a blessing. He was to be the heir of a lineage of excellent pokemon breeders. Their appearances and disposition were just as refined and predictable as their stock.
For two blissful years, life was perfect. The pressure was bearable. The Night family had a legacy worth preserving, after all, even if the common filth insisted something was wrong. It was everything Lucas could ask for. He was even getting a sibling; he was getting someone to share this incredible, privileged life with.
Except... She was wrong. His odd, ugly sister was all wrong. He resented and pitied her in equal parts. It blossomed into embarrassed disgust as he grew older. She was sickly, he would lie when asked about her, and then go on to refocus the topic on his exceptional awareness of the true potential of pokemon pairings.
His youth was bright. He was praised for every accomplishment, for every step he took on the well worn path of a Night heir. Things had been rocky once, but they were right now. He was not lonely and he was proud of all of this. It was his birth right to be this way. Anyone who called it wrong was just some jealous mongrel.
And, yet, at some point... The fun of the façade faded. The right of rulers must be enforced with might. And, not all of this money came from means that could be mentioned in polite company. The heir of the Night family joined the true family business: Rocket membership.
Whether it be his wicked disposition, penchant for keeping underlings in line, or familial connections, Lucas rose quickly in rank. Too quickly, perhaps. But, it was all fantastic. With the companionship of the only pokemon he saw as more than a mere tool, he contented himself with his hard work. This was the right of rulers and he was a ruler even if there was authority beyond him and not everything he planned worked in his favor.
Though, with time, even less worked in his favor. There were revelations and rivalries. The comfortable dynamics of the world he had grown in were overthrown. Nothing was as it was supposed to be. He was not leading a winning criminal organization. He was not praised for his accomplishments. And, he was not the head of his own next generation of his proud family.
He was losing. And, his ego could not tolerate that. With nowhere else to take out this outrage, the withholding admin made his act in that position: an attempted attack on his tainted family. The lab was the chosen location and it failed spectacularly. Without backup, even Lucas was destined for failure. There was no sympathy to be had when he returned to his allies to lick his wounds.
Now, dishonored and stripped of everything except Ember, Lucas broods. His life should not be like this; the world should not be like this. He will set it right; pity anyone who gets in his way.
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