Lucas R. King

"Let's finish this, just me and you....and my gun; yes can't forget my gun.."

a character in “A Saga of Mushroom Clouds & Sad States”, as played by Soki

Last seen at: The New United States

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Description

General

Name - Lucas R King

Aliases / Nick-Names - Nightmare

Race -Exile

Age -24

Height -6'6

Weight -245

Build - Due to being raised in the Prefect colony he's well-built; his muscles are all of well proportions and are easily seen in even baggy clothing; his torso being the most notable, his abdomen being nothing short of solid muscle, almost like running into a boulder or a steel sheet. His skin is kept clean of hair, and is very soft to the touch. His height adds to the length of his legs, which are what most refer too (or did pre-war) as track-star legs, due to daily training and hard work his body is at it's peak in fitness. He also has on his person several tribal tattoos.

Face -The most noticeable feature upon his face is the jagged scar over his left eye, from his first few days out amongst the waste. other then that his face is well taken care of, and by no means ugly. His skin seems soft to the touch where areas of facial hair aren't. He also has a tribal tattoo on his face that covers most of it.

Eye Color -Dark brown

Hair - The hair upon his head is a dark black though with red bangs, (this is oddly natural being he was born with it) he keeps his hair short and spiked in the back usually just long enough to spike it but short other wise and long in the front, showing off his red crimson bangs, that tend to hide his face if not brushed to the side. From time to time he braids it giving him an exotic look. He also keeps a finely trimmed goatee, which he has carried as a mark of adulthood ever since he turned eighteen.

other

Tattoos: Back Face Left arm right arm

Theme song:"Freak on a Leash" by Korn

Personality

Luke due to his upbringing; has come to, loathe; extremely loathe any form of religion that has some sort of deity that can be; or
is known as god. He's rather calm most of the time, though due to his mental disability of ADHD and ADD he tends to lack the attention span or ability to sit still or stay on one subject for too long; though this can be seen as a positive as well, considering due to his ADHD he's learned to multitask pretty well. Luke has his moments where he can be funny; or charming or even happy-go-lucky. (Which being an Exile is few and far between) He does have his own mean streak, when he's dealing with stupid people; he has a tendency to leave behind anyone who endangers himself; the mission; or someone he cares for.

Equipment

His equipment that he has carried with him since his time in the prefect colony is the same as it always has been a skin tight stealth suit used in Black ops missions and altered to fit better with the wastelands; it has a timed limit of cloaking when he's crouching allowing to be able to sneak into better areas for assault. His weapons aren't any different mainly stealth based a belt over his chest with throwing knives lining it entirely An British L96A1 combat ready sniper rifle and a Straight sword

History

(A brief rundown will be given though I would like most of it to be portrayed within the rp)

Luke was raised as no more then what he was; a soldier, a man ready to kill anything that comes to far close or provokes the colony, but this was not to be. He was to curious for his own good, due to ADHD and ADD. This was a danger to him, throughout his upbringing he could not help but to ask about everything he was taught, the religion, the training; it was all weird to him, as if there were something different out there that he could believe. Though that was literally beaten out of him. Thus started his downward spiral out of the colony. When he came of age, and given his first real chance to be apart of the colony; he began to talk to others amongst his age group, about how he didn't believe that everything they were taught should be forced upon them, and soon enough they started their own belief systems which was horrible in the eyes of their elders. His friends were sent to the firing squad, but he was given a far worse punishment, exile. He had sense wandered the wasteland.

Lucas R. King's Story