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Luka Centurion

Not to be messed with...

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a character in “Barlo Mansion”, as played by tobycat4

Description

Name: Luka Centurion
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Race: Demon/Farie
Personality: Shy yet caring, Luka stands up for anyone who needs it.
Appearance: Tall, long dark purple hair, curios silver eyes, ivory complexion. Wears a sleeveless dark brown blouse, lighter brown workman's leggings, white workman's boots. Her wings are multicolored stained glass, but act as normal wings.

So begins...

Luka Centurion's Story

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Ismau stood outside the front door. He wore a tattered dark green cloak with the hood up. He had been gone for a few hours, having been up to the third floor. Of course, being summoned to the third floor was never a good thing, and he was lucky that he had been able to leave so soon and go outside for some fresh air.

His thin hands were covered in fresh scratches and cuts. They were battered and bruised. He dare not even move them in fear that it would cause more pain than he could handle at the current moment. Maybe he should run away, but no, he can't... it was impossible. In fact... no one could... but none of the residents knew that yet. or at least, he didn't think so...

The night air was frosty and cold. Isamu watched as his breath turned white when he breathed. The dark lines under his eyes were more noticeable than usual tonight. In fact, his entire appearance seemed worse than it normally was. He covered his mouth and cough, which sent him into a coughing fit. his chest ached with pneumonia.

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Luka dug her gloved hands into her coat pocket in an attempt to warm her fingers as she trudged along the frozen asphalt, staring down at her the worn soles of her leather combat boots. S...so...c-cold...Bitter night winds whipped at her ratty, torn clothing and blew her long violet bangs in her face.

As soon as the Mansion loomed into view Luka sighed, brushing her bangs to the side, then she saw the man wearing a tattered dark green cloak with the hood drawn. "Excuse me...is this Barlo Mansion?" She asked the man, pulling a torn piece of water-soaked parchment from her pocket. "My...mother told...me that...this...that I needed to come here..." Luka Centurion was drenched, cold and sick, coughing as she stood in the cold, trembling.

"Please...is this Barlo Mansion," she repeated, silently praying that it was.

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Isamu watched as the girl came closer and close to the mansion. She looked half-frozen to death. hje was not cold at all. In fact, this was the perfect temperature for him. if it were up to him he would be running around in shorts and bare feet, but alas, he was not permitted to. Not tonight. Tonight he must wear this cloak with the long sleeves.

When Luka reached him he looked down at her and studied her with his quiet but pained looking eyes. "Yes, this is Barlo. Are you... sure that you would like to come in?" he asked her quietly. Duh, of course she wanted to come in, she was shivering terribly.

He still felt as though he needed to ask. Isamu was incredibly worried for all of the residents, and the staff too.

Isamu turned and opened the doors to the mansion. The warm light of the hallway glowed softly and the heat from the furnace reached Isamu as he entered. he scowled from the warmth and was tempted to remove the cloak, but he could not. He then turned to face Luka, "You may chose any empty room that you would like... and... if you need any medical assistance I can show you to the infirmary. My name is Isamu and I am the head guard here at Barlo Mansion. If you behave yourself and treat the other residents well then you and I will not have any problems... "

Luka turned over on her side, hot white pain gripping her body and crushing her lungs, constricting her breathing; the young woman was dripping with sweat and sobbing uncontrollably. Attempting to keep her eyes shut was something she had given up trying, now the young girl simply sat up in bed staring at the ceiling.

She looked down, realizing that her late reaction to pain had caused early wounds to reopen, spilling blood onto the white sheets. "I hope nobody notices this...I do not want to be the one to explain this to...whoever..." Street fighting at a young age had earned her both a title and several close brushes with death at the hands of mercenaries.

"That guard was really...nice to me yesterday...I would hate to screw things up on the first day." If he comes up here and sees this...I am so...dead...

A note slid under her door. it was a little card. The card was white with blue trim and said, "You are invited to the Barlo Mansion Winter Festival! Please show up in the celebration hall at 3:00. If you are in need of a suit or dress please let one of the staff know."

And that was all it said.

Tarik stood outside the door, grumbling in annoyance at having to deliver invitations to the few residents at Barlo. Why was he having to do this? He was supposed to be in the infirmary... healing people. Though this was a good break from Tawny. He certainly needed a break from her crazy antics. he was lucky he had been able to sleep through the night without having nightmares of her sexually assaulting him or something.

He adjusted the loose sleeves of his green formal wear and headed on down the hall, mumbling to himself.

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Luka stepped into the hall, not knowing what to expect; the bottom of her dress nearly sweeping the ground as she entered. Hopefully her choice of clothing didn't scream street fighter to anyone who might have been a patron at any of the bars she had fought in when she was younger...only three years had passed since her last fight and that was only the nationals...only. There had been one man there who had cheered her on, somewhat of a hawkling.

This is what she was reminded of when she noticed the rather oddly dressed man standing off to the side. Was that him? No, she told herself. Not at all, any residents here would be oblivious to the fact that she had won the NATIONALS. Her, a 14 year old girl. "Not like that matters," Luka muttered under her breath letting out a sigh.

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Character Portrait: Isamu Korino Character Portrait: Tarik Character Portrait: Airi Saifforo Character Portrait: Lark Saiforro Character Portrait: Luka Centurion
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Isamu watched as Luka entered the hall. he thought that she looked very pretty and it also appeared that she was feeling much better. He would have gone over to ask her how she was doing today but he was not permitted to leave his spot at the current moments. Annoyed by the factor, he scowled to himself before turning his attention back to the other guests.

Lark came up behind Luka and grinned, "Well your new. Are you one of the townspeople or a new resident of Barlo? Either way, welcome to Barlo Mansion!?" He grinned a toothy grin as he greeted Luka.

Airi followed Lark into the Celebration Hall. She held her stuffed animal and was wearing a cute white ruffled dress. She was supposed to stay with her brother, but upon seeing Isamu she smiled and ran over to him the best she could, stumbling as she reached him.

Isamu reached out and caught her before she fell, then put her back on her feet, "Hey little one." He smiled.

"Uncle Isamu!" The little girl exclaimed as she hugged his torso. "Come d-dance with me!"

"I would if I could, but I have to stay here and make sure no one gets into any trouble."

"Awww... then c-come dance with me l-later!" She then hurried off, heading back over to where Lark was standing.

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Luka forced down the white hot flashes of pain that tore through her body, struggling to stay standing. "My...name is Luka," she managed to let out before she had to lean against the wall for support. Hundreds of colors crowded her blurred vision shoving each other aside for a spot to be seen. "The manor is...wonderful..." She attempted carrying on casual conversation hoping the boy wouldn't notice how much pain had hit her body; Luka paused for a moment as she felt her collar beginning to dampen with blood.
"Please, e-ex...cuse...me..." The young girl stumbled out of the room, brushing past people as she made her across the hall.
"Excuse...me...p-pardon me...s-s-o...sorry..." she muttered as people began to glare at her. It's not my fault I got attacked..

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Character Portrait: Isamu Korino Character Portrait: Airi Saifforo Character Portrait: Lark Saiforro Character Portrait: Luka Centurion
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Lark stared at her and raised his eyebrow as she began to stumble on her own words. Then, he smelt it. The cool and wonderful smell of blood. He crossed his eyes before plugging his nose. To add to the funny face he stuck his tongue out, trying to deter Luka away from noticing that he liked the smell. Instead, he just decided to settle with making a funny face. Just trying to cheer her up.

Lucky for Lark, his family had expected blood to happen at the mansion, and so, the entire family had worked on various ways to control their excitement over it. He mumbled an "excuse me," and turned on his heel before heading back out the door.

Airi watched him leave, then watched as Luka left as well. The little girl claimed to be a vampire as well, but she didn't show any reaction at all towards Luka's blood. The small girl didn't even notice it. Suddenyl being left alone, she skipped off out the door and out into the hall.

Isamu watched the small girl carefully as she left.

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Character Portrait: Luka Centurion Character Portrait: Aria
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Aria wandered around the mansion for a while, she looked through all the rooms but the bedrooms on the first floor before ending up in the Celebrations Hall. As she entered the hall she noticed that there was a lot going on, she looked around, trying to figure out what was going on when a girl bumped into her. She noticed that this girls neck was covered in blood. She quickly takes her hand.
"Oh my gosh, are you ok?" She asks in concern.

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"Hey-!"Luka jerked her hand away, glaring at the girl. "I'll be fine, okay? Just...go back the Hall or...whatever." With that she left the girl standing alone as she padded out of the Celebrations Hall and down the hallway. She didn't want to expose the fact that she was hurt, she wanted to tough it out but by doing so she now seemed like a real jerk, something that Luka never wanted to happen. Too late now, though, she was already gone and the damage inflicted.
"I will never be alright..."

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Once inside her bedroom Luka carefully began to strip away pieces of fabric that were not even recognized as anythingwhite, struggling not to scream; this was something the young street fighter had been forced to learn when she was only a child. She locked the door with trembling fingers and collapsed onto the carpet beside the nightstand, entire body at least 24 degrees colder.

"It hurts...so much pain..." Luka hoped that no one would happen to pass by the locked door...and hear her crying.

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Feeling like it wouldn't be a good idea to stick around she said a quick farewell to the two men and headed to her bedroom. On the way she passed a door and paused. Crying? She looked over at the bedroom door. Taking a step toward it she timidly knocked. "Hey... are you alright in there?" She called to the crying person. Female.

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"J-just...ge...t...h-h-help...Luka collapsed onto the bloodstained carpet, struggling to breathe. "Get...help..." With trembling fingers she attempted to unlock her bedroom door but they only slipped once she had a firm grip."T-the...door...is...locked.." Those were the final words that slipped from the young street fighter's painted lips before she fell completely silent, sprawled on her bed unconscious her wings were folded as if she had attempted to stop the bleeding with the black feathers.

Aria gasped and tears jumped to her eyes as she saw the bloody mess. The sparrows immediately flew over to Luka to assess the damage but Aria took a step back. "W-Who are you...?" She asked the thing holding the knife. She was trembling as it, whatever it was, turned to look at her.

Aria stumbled back as the thing lashed out at her, causing it to just barely miss her face as she fell to the floor.. "W-What do you mean master!?" She asked, her voice not hiding the fear she felt. She looked to Luka then. "Street fighter...?" She turned back to the thing, trying sound brave as she said. "Why would you do this? No one deserves this!"

Aria had tears in her eyes as she began choking, she managed to let out one strangled cry, loud enough for anyone to hear. "Somebody.... HELP!!!" She grabbed at the shadowy fingers that had captured her throat. Her hands passed through the shadow and she was unable to get a grip on him but the fingers around her throat were definitely strangling her. She struggled but began to lose air. Is... is this it? She thought through the choking and the tears.

Tears streamed down Aria's face as the shadow, whatever it was, continued to squeeze at her throat. She couldn't breath, couldn't swallow, couldn't scream. Her brain was beginning to go haywire from lack of blood and oxygen and she began to thrash violently, it was the only thing she could do. She swung her arms and twisted her body but the hands were relentlessly glued to her throat. Her feet kicked the nightstand causing the lamp to fall with a loud crash and her fists went above her head to bang on the closed door. Someone... please... help us... She thought frantically.

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#, as written by Savance
Warden

Once outside the door, he collapsed just outside. A five second power-nap wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? It would probably hurt the person behind the door but it certainly wouldn't hurt him. Lying on his back, he tried to enjoy the next few moments of internal calm and stillness.

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Warden placed one hand against the ground, simultaneously getting up and thrusting his foot against the door in one smooth motion. But that wasn't all. He repeatedly drove his foot against the heavy oak (?) door like a jackhammer - his doppelgänger images multiplying into the tens and hundreds all copying his movements - the sound from the rapid kicks all melded into one dull, droning banging until a split formed. Like his past encounter with Mr.Saiforro, he didn't stop with the direct evidence that something was happening, that something was about to break, but instead redoubled his efforts until the door gave way.
Geez, his foot was going to be sore after this. A nap sounded like a perfect way to remedy that.

The scene before him was a bit much to take in at once and felt like someone shone a bright light in his eyes.. or.. psychic eyes, whichever made more sense. Blood, knife, death. Sure, he was possessed by Acedia but this may've been a better job for Ira or even Luxuria, if they were even alive, but this.. this wasn't his field at all. What could he do?

Warden took in a deep breath and shouted, "Стоп!" at the creature, Russian for <<Stop>> but coincidentally sounding quite similar to the word in English. The moment he spake though, a dark smog emanated from his lips. It was the reason he never bothered to open his lips; aside from just being lazy, his breath was toxic and there seemed to be no way of stopping that trait. He'd always known it to be potent against living creatures.. but what about supernatural creatures?

Maybe, it would be effective - after all, even if it didn't breathe, his breath could very likely disturb the composition of it.

"Стоп, cтоп, cтоп !" He called a few more times, hoping it would more help than harm.. and hoping this would be over soon, Warden was ready to go back to sleep.

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The shadow lashed out at Luka but the minute it touched the young girl it let out an ungodly shriek like several dozen people screaming at once, then dissipated "If you would all excuse me, I must find some place to sleep, for you are much too loud." With this she turned away from the boy and the girl, shifting into a sort of small white yellow-eyed wolf with black paws and padding off down the hall. Humming the entire time, some sort of tune.

"You, are the only exception..." She had her tail wrapped around a worn out rainbow bear deemed "teddy" by the girl when she was younger. "...And...I'm, on, my way to believing...oh, I'm on my way to believing..."