Lucius Tallerus
Nickname: Luck
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'0''
Race: Human
Class: Alchemist
Description: Standing slightly taller than most, he is quite the whimsical-looking figure in his soft and oddly colored attire. The attire itself is comprised of breeches, fastened with an ornate buckle, that extend no lower than his ankles where his rough shoes can be seen; a like-colored coat flows a bit further past his waist than normal and flares out at the ends, giving him a slightly flourished look, extending just past his elbows. Underneath the coat is a simple cotton shirt that has no noticeable designs that draw the eye as in his other clothes.
He is lightly built, but sports a bit of wiry muscle underneath his clothing. Usually a bit down his nose, a pair of glasses sits over his bright and inquisitive brown eyes, framed by an disorderly mod of fiery red hair. He is typically unshaven, giving him a rough appearance, added to by the strange tattoos scrawling on his back and chest, as well as multiple piercings running up both ears.
The world is one gigantic pool of knowledge.
Its secrets are fascinating and can be harnessed for amazing feats...
amazing, and also terrible...
Its secrets are fascinating and can be harnessed for amazing feats...
amazing, and also terrible...
Skills: Alchemy
A highly complex, and even more rare skill, Alchemy is often misunderstood and considered a form of sorcery or black magic. That case, being terribly untrue in Lucius's specific case. First, he has no use of any magic whatsoever, and second, he he simply thrives on knowledge and his creative mind finds amazing, and often devastating, was of implementing this knowledge.
- Intelligence- Simply put, Lucius is the ultimate information sponge. If he hears it, sees it, or is slightly aware of it, he is already analyzing it and seeking out its weaknesses and strengths. A keen eye and a quick mind are dangerous tools when in the right hands, and Luscius's hands are well-suited for the task. He is able to deduce near impossible assumptions out of the smallest details and use them to his advantage.
- Anatomy- Precision and accuracy is a must in his line of work. Thus, Lucius has developed an uncanny understanding of the human anatomy, studying the major blood vessels traveling through the body, as well as pain receptors and pressure points, and even going as far as being able to change the physiology of himself or others through various concoctions, receptors, or combinations of the two.
- Science- Ever the student, Lucius is an accomplished apothecary, mineralist, and in most cases, heathen. His experiments have led him to the combination of various materials or objects into something new. Whether it be combining simple herbs into a broth to make one feel no pain, or mixing dust and liquids to create a highly volatile explosive, his aptitude for tinkering and creating are on a level far superior to many around him. Te uses are not limitless, but abundant with materials that are around him.
Weakness(es): Five minutes speaking with Lucius will reveal that he is a bit arrogant, and well aware of the fact at that. Listening to others isn't one of his strong suits, even when it benefits himself, and he tends to venture out on his own more often than not; he doesn't trust, and relies solely on himself as much as he can. This hinders him when he feels the need to go further. Even when all signs tell him to cut ties and get out, he will still push on, too stubborn to give up in the middle and too curious to finish with unanswered questions. He is also eagerly craving knowledge, maybe enough so to shed all else to learn all the universe's secrets. He lacks a physical prowess, putting him at a disadvantage in hand to hand combat, preferring to use surprise tactics and support with his crossbow instead.
Equipment: On his person is a vast cache of various liquids, powders, small rocks, tiny contraptions, wires, and many other forms of miscellaneous junk to the untrained Alchemetic experts of the world. Several empty vials also linger about his person, always ready to be filled. There are several grenades of different sizes and shapes strapped around his waist and a light crossbow is slung over his shoulder on a normal basis.
There tends to be a bit of a god-complex present in my mind.
Naturally I'm going to be right more often than not, but when I'm wrong...
You're still full of crap...
Naturally I'm going to be right more often than not, but when I'm wrong...
You're still full of crap...
Personality: Lucius is blunt. He always has been and there is nothing on the face of the earth that will ever change that. His description of it is 'Brutally Honest', yet he seems to be the only one who ever sees it that way. the fact of the matter is, he usually has absolutely no filter that often exists between the brain and the spoken word. Easily put, if Lucius has something on his mind, you already know what it is, whether you really want to or not. He can often be very abrasive as well, having a more grim sense of humor than people would normally find acceptable and finding humor in situations that might normally be handled with a bit more tact. He is by no means a subtle individual, and will openly act when the time calls for it rather than waiting around to 'see what happens'. Although, he is also incredibly playful, and always ready with his quick smile.
History: Growing up with his father being a soldier, and his mother being a courier, Lucius spent many of his days to himself, confiding in his books and random play throughout his younger years. He was always a bright young boy with a noticeable talent for observation and understanding. But his loneliness due to the absence of his parents drove him toward the animals of his family's small farm. It was when he was seven that he made his first contribution to the scientific world.
A dead pig in the stalls caught his attention one afternoon and his curiosity soared. Nowhere around was there any sign of an attack or predator, and none of the livestock had been ill, yet there the dead sow was. Carrion began feeding off of it soon after he relocated it into the hot sun of the open field; it was then he noticed one of the birds drop from its pecking perch atop the sow and fall to the ground, twitching and then becoming still. Grabbing up his father's knife, and his mother's gloves, he opened the spot the bird had fed upon to reveal the opened stomach of the sow. in it, were undigested parts of a plant he had never before seen. Identifying the plant and studying it further, he found small patches of it around the farm. Trying to extract the juices from these plants, he discovered it was incredibly irritating to the touch, and completely fatal to anything that ingested it.
The plant was only the start. This drove Lucius to study the wonders around their small farm for years, and finally become apprenticed to a local apothecary in a nearby town. Here he learned different mixtures, salves, poisons, antidotes, and remedies for various scenarios. He was also able to freely experiment and discover new uses among the plants and stones, adding to his already advancing knowledge. When he was eighteen, he ventured out and began expanding his experiments to more than rocks and plants. He began making contraptions out of scraps, drawing up designs of weaponry, unearthing new and more successful medicines until finally, he seemed to vanish. No one knew where he had disappeared to.
Years later, he began to pop up in random towns and cities, leaving rumors in his wake of his amazing feats. Men began seeking him out after word spread that he had turned a rough and worn copper into a glittering golden coin. After some time though, he was marked as a dark magician, tricking lowly townsfolk with sorcery and illusions and eventually, men started seeking him out for his head. Rumors spread like wildfire at any sightings of him, thugs, brigands, and noblemen alike would hunt him down, only to be greeted with a flash of a grenado, and the occasional crossbow bolt. With so many men after him, for reasons good or bad, people began calling him 'Luck', both because of his ability to survive this long, and for the ill fortune he brought where he went.