Groups
Description
Lucias is about 6ft tall, 170lbs Caucasian. Currently sporting a new top hat complete with joker card in band. Black hair sticks out at odd angles from benieth. An old faded brown duster coat, a green knit sweater and some torn black cargo pants. A pair of old army boots without toes completes his outfit.
Personality
Lucias isn't "all there". he is almost always pleasantly happy with the world and those around him, regardless the circumstances. He's a bit of a klutz. He likes to meet new people and as a result tends to give in to his wanderlust.
Equipment
Lucias carries the skeletal remains of an umbrella with him wherever he goes. he also tends to pick up small trinkets and pieces of old junk along his travels. He relies more on improvising a solution from these than having any sort of proper tool or weapon in his possession.
History
Lucias wanders. meets new people, drinks, laughs, learns and generally moves on. he's been this way for as long as he can remember back into his childhood.
Luki tilts his hat and surveys the bar. Looking into the dark corners for anyone hiding out of sight
Luki satisfied that everything is fine Luki smiles and humms to himself. He finds a seat near the middle of the bar and leans his umbrella against the table. Producing a silver flask he leans back and enjoys his drink while casually watching the goings on.
Luki looks up at the ceiling. Then stretches further backwards, trying to get a look behind him. Leaning further and further back in his chair until. BAM! Luki falls backwards and tumbles out of his chair
Luki Luki remains on his back a moment before sitting up. All smiles he brushed off his trench coat and resets his chair and sits down. Only there does he realize his flask has spilled.
Luki gets up and walks over to the bar. Sitting down next to the ball player and holding out his flask to the "bartender"
Hey there mate, You wanna refill me?
Luki wakes up from a sudden daze
oh, Hello again. Would you mind filling my flask with some fine apple juice?
Luki looks over at the man sitting on the flattened chair
Luki toasts the bartender before taking a drink
Luki empties his flask and drops a small bag of coins on the bar.
Good night all. I must retire.
Luki walks toward the door but then in a flash and some smoke, disappears before reaching it.
Luki sits down on the edge of the lake and dips his bare feet into the cool water. He regards the castle casually but returns to watching the sunlight play along the smooth surface of the water.
Luki wandering through the frozen forest for the last week had left Luki's feet numb. Shivering under his meagre clothing he spies movement up ahead and hears voices. Not quite sure if delusion had set in or not he carefully approaches the noise.
oi... this isn't gambits bar
Luki wanders into the old bar he knew from long ago