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BASICS
NAME
Luka
PRONOUNS
he/him
ABOUT
Something dead stirred in the dark.
A pulse of magic through a calcified body turning supple. Turning old blood settled like silt in veins to a slow churn. Stitches pulled on ribbons of skin and flesh. Mismatched eyes opened, mismatched hands grasped for purchase as a stilled heart began to slowly beat in blue. It learned to gasp for a breath that would not take before it learned to speak. Learned to stand before it began to walk, and it rose to its feet.
It clad itself in cloth and named itself a humble moniker, and when it stood and began to walk it walked itself until it found its fellow man.
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Once Luka was a General, mythical in prowess, adored, decorated and esteemed. Abandoned and rescinded all Attav noble claims he had in order to fight, and grew in prominence in many wars. Clad in a great suit of armor, mechanical in nature, a furious engine of war and love, his face obscured and outlined by the sun. In his hand, his halberd, tall as a spire, a dark stab into the sky.
When he died in battle his people were heartbroken and above all, their military cause and prowess impaired in the middle of a war campaign. It would not do. His corpse was not granted rest - his deserved glory was not granted peace. His nation, the oligarchy of Attav, a nation pioneering and focused around surgical and alchemical prowess, took measures into their own hands.
Their greatest esoteric surgical minds took Luka deep into the eyeless dark and rescurrected him, a surgery unknown to anyone but a select few. Countless of men and women, willing and unwilling, were used to stitch together his broken body with an alchemical autopsy.
Their greatest esoteric surgical minds took Luka deep into the eyeless dark and rescurrected him, a surgery unknown to anyone but a select few. Countless of men and women, willing and unwilling, were used to stitch together his broken body with an alchemical autopsy.
It was their single greatest medical feat in history, never before performed and never again, and it would never be recognized. Immediately after his rescurrection and without exception the General killed everyone present, including their grand surgeon and apothecary, one of Attav's ruling figures. Luka rose from the pedestal upon which his body had been laid out and slaughtered them all in his horror and confused rage.
He wandered off into the world without memory and without a name, armed with the terrible powers he had been imbued with and hands that forgot they had ever held a weapon at all.
((will add links to Riva and Drost once i've remade their bios. whoops))
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Disarming and welcoming. A kind and friendly surface with a deep undercurrent of survival and secrecy. Believes half-truths and obfuscation of the whole truth are not the same as a lie, but tells either with ease. Subdued and thoughtful and reserved. Stays emotionally relatively unattached and distant despite feigning otherwise. Keen and odd, not per se genuine or altruistic but never malicious. A peculiar morality but moral all the same. Curious about people’s why because his own who is relative. Internalizes his emotions and won’t show the back of his hand, not really, but feels deeply. Allergic to vulnerability. Generally passive but lashes out when cornered.
Uncomfortable and yet familiar with his newly budding magic, a muscle memory he didn’t know he had that he’s straining to use. Doesn’t want to question his true nature and truthfully abhors every implication of it. Stays occupied lest he starts to think about it.
Remembers nothing of who he was or what came before.
Improvising entirely how to be with all the growing pains and coughs and starts that come with it.
DESIGN NOTES
- Reanimated undead. On the taller side with a thin build. Extremely tough but weak body. Can't drink, eat, sleep, or even breathe
- Mismatched eyes. His right eye is a warm brown colour, his left is a deep black with shimmers of blue. His left eye does not reflect light, though it is easy enough to miss
- Long eyelashes, especially on his bottom lid. Dark circles around and under his eyes
- A body cobbled together of foreign limbs, covered in ribbons of skin and scales. Some patches are molten together seamlessly, others are shoddily stitched together. Notable seams at both shoulders, thighs, ankles and wrists as well as his neck where his body parts attach
- Always wears clothing with a high neck and long sleeves
- Thick black curls, rough short beard
- A small iron band on either helix
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