Name: Lucas Leingod
Race: Human
Age: 28
Gender:Male
Height:6'3
Weight:195 Ilbs

Class: Vanguard
Powers: Throw, Lift, Shockwave, Barrier
Skills: Luke's a decent pilot, though he'd never ask to pilot anything, even though he does alright in the sims. He's also good at tinkering with small gadgets and weapons, though this is more of a hobby.
Equipment: He carries an M-92 Mantis and an M-6 carnifex, finding that all he really needs his his rifle and his biotics to get things done.

Personality: To put it simple; Luke is a joker. He finds any chance he can to make a serious situation into nothing but a giant comic relief race. He tends to have a huge range of jokes dealing from your average run of the mill, to morbid head shot jokes. He can be found making sarcastic joking like remarks in a fight, and can be seen when up close and personal in a fight using his biotics for "Evil" as his friends and sometimes crew mates agree on.

Biography: He grew up on several different Alliance ships, his father an Marine and his mother a research scientist, so it was quite often he was home alone for most of his life. Which was not a good thing for the first part of his life. Well other then finding chances to piss off his father's superiors, he'd take the chance to either swipe chemicals from his mother's lab and make very over powering stink bombs to plant in highly populated areas of the ship. He was a well known prankster, and with his biotics it was known that he took the chance to literally cause all types of hell that he could. Though that changed, age eighteen his dad forced him into the service, and through military training his pranks and stunts went down; but his jokes and teasing went up. He has, and still is been in the service for ten years; and yet everyone knows his name. There is a mixed reaction to hearing it.

Other/Miscellaneous: He enjoys lifting random things around the cargo hold and pitching them at people who piss him off.