Luka
Nickname:
Just Luka
Age:
Nineteen
Role:
Tamer
Partner:
Ren
Inhuman Abilities:
â Hemokinesis: This ability allows him to control the flow of an individual's blood. With it he can do a myriad of things, ranging from incapacitation to death. There are a few drawbacks to the gift though. It takes a great deal of his strength away to use it in a fight. Using it, even for a short amount of time, results in headaches and fatigue. The longer he uses it, and the exact way he does, continually draws on his energy. Certain tricks take larger amounts of his strength and require varying lengths of concentration. The better he can focus, the more effective the attack. Loud noises, among other things, can affect the severity of his attacks. Aside from that, if he were to do something such as restrict blood flow to a target's brain long enough to cause death, that would leave him almost completely drained of energy with a severe headache.
âIncapacitation; by restricting blood flow to the brain, he can cause someone to faint.
âTemporary Blindness; by restricting blood flow in the optical nerve, he can cause someone to temporarily go blind.
âHeart Attack; by restricting blood flow in the arteries, he can cause someone to have a heart attack.
Weapons:
â Thread: Luka's only weapon is a long, sharp thread that is thin enough to be missed by the human eye. It is incredibly sharp and can easily slice right through skin. He'll usually use it to set up a trap for someone. If he happens to be in the middle of a fight, he'll start performing seemingly useless maneuvers, this is how he sets the thread up for his opponent with them thinking that he's just moving all over the place.
Personality:
Generally soft-spoken, Luka is a very quiet individual. He is very relaxed and good at keeping his composure in most situations, that's what makes him a good Tamer. He doesn't lose his temper and fly off the handle, he takes all sorts of situations in stride, thinking through problems and having the unique ability to keep his stress levels down. Even during a fight, or some other time, where things can get pretty hectic, he is normally very collected. This isn't something that he developed from being trained to be a Tamer, he acted the exact same way before all of the experimenting, whatever that life was like. It isn't easy to tell when he is bothered by something because his facial expression hardly ever changes. He always looks so held-together, so during those times when something pressing is weighing heavy on his mind, you wouldn't really be able to tell unless he says something about it. He often seeks out discreet ways to deal with his problems, never involving someone else in on his internal affairs. He doesn't see a point in voicing his problems to the group and putting any unnecessary stress on them. What's the point if he can work through them on his own? Of course, if he happened to have a gaping hole in his stomach, or something else life-threatening, he might be more inclined to talk about his problems. He's a very reliable person, especially for his assassin. No matter what time it is, the circumstances, or small reason, he makes sure he's always available for him. That's his job after all, to calm the assassin down when needed. So, he's always around to help whenever needed. He doesn't usually hesitate to help someone else unless his assassin already needs him, he doesn't want to risk there being a moment when he fails to do his job. He might not speak a lot or express any vivid emotions, but he's pretty friendly and easy to get along with.
Theme Song:
Bird Song by Florence + The Machine
Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by.
Saw what I'd done. He set up a nest outside,
and he sang about what I'd become.
He sang so loud, sang so clear.
I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,
So I invited him in, just to reason with him.
I promised I wouldn't do it again.
But he sang louder and louder inside the house,
And no I couldn't get him out.
So I trapped him under a cardboard box.
stood on it to make him stop.
I picked up the bird and above the din I said
"That's the last song you'll ever sing".
Held him down, broke his neck,
Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
But in my dreams began to creep
that old familiar tweet tweet tweet
I opened my mouth to scream and shout,
I waved my arms and flapped about.
But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout,
couldn't scream and I couldn't shout.
I opened my mouth to scream and shout
waved my arms and flapped about
But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout,
The song was coming from my mouth.
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth.
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth.
From my mouth.
From my mouth.
From my mouth.
From my mouth.
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth,
From my mouth.
Anything Else?
Nothing at this moment