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{"You look so Seattle but you feel so LA."}
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Lucas Jones
| N I C K N A M E |
Luke - Just a shorten version of his name.
Jonesy - From his last name.
Hotshot - From both his cocky nature, and weapon form.
| A G E |
18
| G E N D E R |
Male
| R O L E |
Weapon
| P A R T N E R |
TBA
| E T H N I C I T Y |
Australian
| B I R T H D A T E |
January 30th; Aquarius
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| S E X U A L I T Y |
Heterosexual
{"Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty."}
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5 foot 10
| W E I G H T |
130 pounds
| E Y E C O L O R |
Brown
| H A I R C O L O R |
Blonde
| A P P E A R A N C E |
Lucas is a tall, and lanky young man who is considered by many to be quite handsome. He has a lean sort of build, he's not muscular, or athletic, sporting a more wiry frame. Lucas' general clothing style is of a white hoodie, sneakers, and a pair of black skinny jeans. He keeps it simple with nothing too flashy. He also wears a yellow scarf at all times. His soul is colored dark green, and has a similar appearance of his hair. It also has a seemingly permanent grin, and suggestively raised eyebrow.
| O D D I T I E S |
As a native of Australia Lucas naturally has a Australian accent. He tends to pepper in Australian slang in his speech. He also has both his ears pierced. He has a few scars all over his body, but none more prominent than the three slash marks on his chest, which he will not discuss, not even with his meister.
{"Gimme love, I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart, and I'll keep it."}
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✦ Flirty ✧ Cocky ✦ Cool ✧ Goofy ✦ Depressed ✧
Lucas' most prominent trait is the fact that he is a huge womanizer. Indeed he revels in flirting with women, it doesn't matter the age, availability, or even interest, he can not turn off the charm. Seriously, he's willing, and able to flirt with your grandmother if he sees her. He can be a rather big goofball as well, and rarely takes a situation seriously. He quite enjoys cracking jokes, having fun, and laughing, even in the most dire of situations it's difficult to dampen his spirits. Though his general upbeat attitude is mostly a front, as he is secretly depressed. But he won't admit it.
Lucas is a rather cocky young man who generally thinks that he can handle whatever comes his way. Though he may seem to think highly of himself but he is haunted by past failures, past mistakes that is etched into his skin, and his soul. Lucas is a rather skilled actor, and is able to keep up a facade of arrogance, and goofiness. Lucas is usually a cool, and collected young man. It takes quite a bit to set him off, and get him angry, or really emotional at all. He's learned to compartmentalize him feelings, well most of them at least. He's still quite a dog no matter what he does.
As a Demon Weapon it is only natural for Lucas to be protective of others, especially towards his meister. Actually, Lucas is rather overprotective towards his partner, and is easily willing to sacrifice himself completely in order to protect them. Much of this stems from his own depression, and guilt from his own past where he failed to protect his former meister. If this, or the topic of his scars are brought up he gets uncharacteristically agitated, and emotional, nearly biting a person's head off.
{"It's not my fault she looked at me, it's not your fault, you can't compete."}
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Lucas' weapon form is of a high powered sniper rifle. Lucas is able to fire off shoots of compressed soul energy of his Meister, though when by himself he fires compressed bullets of his own soul. Lucas is a Autonomous weapon, and can transform either arm into the barrel of his gun form to be able to fire bullets. He has an advanced scope that allows both him, and his meister to see over great distances, and also souls. Even a meister without the ability to see souls can through his scope.
| S T R E N G T H S |
✦Loyal - As any demon weapon worth their salt Lucas is rather loyal towards those he considers a friend.
✧Autonomous - As a Autonomous weapon Lucas is capable of fighting without a meister, though he prefers not to.
✦Charismatic - Lucas can be quite charming when he wants to be, and is able to talk his way in or out of nearly anything.
✧Calm - Lucas is rather cool under pressure, and doesn't get angry very often.
✦Eye Sight - Due to being a sniper rifle Lucas has excellent eyesight.
| W E A K N E S S E S |
✦Accuracy - One of the reasons that Lucas prefers working with a meister is because, ironically, he is a terrible shot. He tends to go by the 'spray and pray' method of shooting.
✧Libido - Lucas is a unrelenting flirt, and is easily distracted by women.
✦Melee Combat - Lucas is a long range fighter only.
✧Cold - Lucas absolutely can't stand the cold. Give him scorching hot weather any day.
✦Communication - Ok, so Lucas has nooooo problem talking, it's merely that most people don't understand him due to his tendency to use Australian slang in his sentences. Which most people don't really understand.
{"I know that I did you wrong. But will you trust me when I say that I'll Make it up to you somehow?"}
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✦Flirting - "Hey shelia you a magician? Cause whenever I look at you everyone else disappears!"
✧Gaming - "It's a bonzer of a good time!"
✦Watching Sports - "Pfft, you Seppos call that sports?!"
| H A B I T S |
✧Slang - "Well I am from Oz!"
✦Flirting - "Did you just sit on a pile of sugar? Cause you got a sweet arse!"
✧Rubbing His Scarf - "It's none yer damn business."
| L I K E S |
✦Women - "Do you have a Band-Aid? Cause I scraped my knee falling for you!"
✧Sleeping - "Quit yer earbashing, and let me sleep!"
✦Flirting - "What can I say? I'm a root rat."
✧Cats - "I'm just a cat person."
✦Playing With His Phone - "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
| D I S L I K E S |
✦Talking About The Past - "What's done it done."
✧Lectures - "I'll flirt with whoever I damn well please."
✦Doing Work - "Ugh....can't I just go to sleep?"
✧People Bad Mouthing Weapons - "You have no idea what sort of pressure we're under."
✦People Touching His Stuff - "Keep yer grubby mitts off my stuff!"
| G O A L S |
✦Becoming A Death Scythe - "Not all that surprising really."
✧Keeping His Meister Safe - "I'm not losing another one."
✦Finding The One - "Do ya know what this shirt is made of? Boyfriend material."
| F E A R S |
✧Losing His Meister - "Not another one."
✦Being Alone - "What? That's just a....that's a furpy."
✧Snakes - "Gross."
{"I'm sorry it hurts, I'm surely a jerk, I understand why you're mad."}
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Lucas Jones was born, and raised in Sydney, Australia. He was born into a long line of Demon Weapons loyal to the DWMA, though really only one person in his families history was a Death Scythe, and that was Lucas' great grandfather. So when he turned fourteen, and it was apparent that he too was a Demon Weapon it was a no brainier that he would go to the DWMA, and try to become a Death Scythe, which is something that he's rather adamant about.
So nearly a year later Lucas was shipped off to the academy. When he arrived, and it was time for pairs to be matched up with he was chosen by a beautiful girl with hair as black as the night sky, her name was Suzuki Aimi. As with most females he meets he flirted with her nonstop, but Aimi would simply laugh at his horrid pick up lines, and give no response to his advances.
Together they made a pretty decent team. Most of the time they were able to knock off names on the Shinigami Board fairly quickly by simply sniping their target. They were quick, clean, efficient, and effective together. And during this time they got rather close. Though not in the boyfriend, and girlfriend sense, as she still hadn't given in to his advances, but they developed more of a mutual friendship, becoming also like siblings.
But with all good things this to had to come to an end, and a bloody end at that. They were in Russia investigating a Kishin for Lord Death. They spent hours just waiting, keeping an eye out for their target. But eventually their target found them instead. When their target found them it rushed them. Aimi didn't have enough time to turn Lucas around, and the Kishin stabbed her clean through her gut.
This greatly disturbed Lucas. He transformed out of his weapon form, and was forced to take on the Kishin by himself, and without a meister. It was difficult for him to defeat the Kishin alone, but he managed to finish it off, but not without some battle scars. The most prominent was the slash marks on his stomach, which actually nearly killed him.
Aimi however wasn't so lucky, and she succumbed to her injuries, and died. This completely devastated Lucas. Once he got back, and they had Aimi's funeral he wasn't allowed to attend, to say his goodbyes due to her family. They blamed him for her death, and were rather vocal about it as well, even with her older brother telling him that he should have been the one who died.
This caused Lucas to spiral down into a deep depression. Lord Death himself excused Lucas from his studies, allowing him to take a semester off to mourn. It was during this time that he completely shut down. He became quite the recluse, barely getting out of bed, and you might as well forget about going outside. He was a completely different person without her.
For nearly a year and a half Lucas stayed in bed, wallowing in self-pity. But eventually he realized that doing this was not how he should honor Aimi. If he was going to honor her memory he would have to get back out there, and find himself another meister. So he talked to Lord Death about it, and he allowed him to return to school, and be selected by a new meister.
Once he was chosen by a new meister he decided not to tell them about Aimi, about how he failed to protect her. But he swore that he wasn't going through that again, and that he'll die before his meister died.
♫ Thanks For The Memories ♫
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"Oh come on this is Russia! That stuff is like mother's milk around her!" He smirked. This caused her to laugh once more. "You say that about every country!" She stated. "Hey that's a furpy! Vodka is for Russia, scotch for Scotland, and bourbon for the U.S. Get it right! You make me sound racist or something." He stated as if that made it better. Aimi merely giggled once more. "I don't know what a furpy is." Lucas let out a loud sigh. "It means a lie."
After sometime had past, and there were still no sign of their target. "I'm bored! Let's take pot shots at pigeons!" He groaned. Aimi was about to say something but then she heard a noise behind them. And it was him, their target Vladimir. He had a monstrous appearance fitting a Kishin. Aimi quickly picked Lucas up, and tried to turn around to face their target, but it was too late. The Kishin rushed forward with lightning fast speed, and plunged his clawed fist into her stomach, cutting clean through.
Lucas quickly shifted into his human form, and promptly punched the Kishin, forcing the creature back a bit. Lucas looked down at Aimi, tears nearly coming out of his eyes. He turned back to the Kishin with fire in his eyes. "You bastard! I'll kill you!" He growled and transformed his right forearm into the barrel of his gun. He took aim at the Kishin and began to open fire on him, with the shots all missing. The Kishin then rushed forward towards him with killing intent.
Lucas' eyes shot open as he woke up from his dream. He got out of bed, and sat on the side. He rubbed the back of his neck, and then ran his fingers down the large claw marks on his chest. Reminders of his failure as a weapon. He let out a sigh, and got dressed. Once he had his usual hoodie on he reached over to his nightstand to grab his yellow scarf, a scarf that Aimi wore everyday. He tied it around his neck, and was now ready for school.
It wasn't a very long walk to the academy, but once he got there several of the older students took notice. Most recognized him. They were all whispering about him behind his back. They were all talking about the weapon who failed to protect his meister, and then broke down after it. He did his best to ignore it, but their words still stung. And soon he came upon the classroom, and where he'd get his new meister. He let out a sigh before he entered. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this, but still he had to move on, it's what she would've wanted. So he put a fake smile on, and entered the room.
{"This time I've got nothing to waste."}
Kida Masaomi
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