
Let it Die | Ozzy Osbourne
♠Emotional Song
When the Night meets the Day | Stratovarius
♠Fighting Song
First of the Last | Fight or Flight


Card XIII Death
Gender Male
Nickname(s)/Alias(es) Luke, Lu.
Age 25
Love Interest TBA
Face Claim Jolly. Arcana Famiglia
Sexuality Heterosexual

Weight 190lbs
Build Defined
Hair ColorBlack
Eye Color Purple
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings Few scars on his torso and hands, none bigger than a couple of inchs
Description

Oddities Lucas often smokes at any given opportunity, its more habit then anything else.He also wears sunglasses a lot.
Skills Lucas is a fantastic poker player.
Competent in a fight
Undoubtedly Fearless
Power Inevitability: Just as Death is unstoppable, and is fated to come always. Lucas is fated to rise. Taking many injuries and wounds, but always rising from them. Even what would normally be fatal, will only knock him out. The price for this gift, he feels every ounce of pain, and can only heal on a daily circle, such is the card of death, the Inevitable end of one day, bringing the glimmer of hope that the new day may bring salvation. Though as the skull is the symbol of mortality, so must Lucas's skull stay upon his shoulders for the card to maintain its power.
Likes Films, Winter, card games.
Dislikes Routines, cheaters.
Hobbies Card games, of any sort.

Phobia(s)Being Alone, Stagnation
Personality Lucas is very down to earth and holds a realistic and often Nihilistic view on things, he is never afraid to share these views either, despite bringing the spirits of others down. He can also be very Apathetic towards people, never truly caring what people may think at times and only doing what he thinks is correct at the time for him. It is almost impossible to worry Lucas about anything being a firm believe in things just happen, so often problems catch up to him at the last minute leaving him to deal with them. Due to his power, Lucas has lost his sense of fear, and his self preservation instinct is dimished, while this is fine for him, it can put other people in peril if they choose to follow him.

Lucas was a quiet kid, only child yet still did not crave the attention. He was just happy to play his own games and watch the world go by, As he grew older he was always transfixed by the barren tress of winter, often in awe in how such dead looking things held the new life of spring within. His parents saw nothing wrong, just a child interested by nature, each day running with all his energy to watch the trees in the snowy parks.
When Lucas was a teenager he had still kept his quiet nature, only speaking now and then. Often it was not the most choice of words in class, as he questioned the teachers frequently on the necessity of topics. He tried to make friends around his school but often he merely became acquaintances with people due to his Apathetic nature, not that this bothered Lucas that much.
Things only changed when Lucas was Seventeen, he used to run to the shops for his parents. Problem was a group of of lads, ages not so different from Lucas had started hanging round that neighborhood, Harassing everyone they could. One unfortunate night it happened to be Lucas, When the thugs saw he was not phased by the intimidation, they assaulted him, beat him down. Lucas got up. Only to be stabbed and left for dead. Luckily someone was passing and managed to call an ambulance in time.
Officially Lucas bled to death on a hospital bed, only for the nurse to come back and find this dead lad up and about preparing himself to leave. The nurse fled in terror. While Lucas left the hospital trying to wrap his head round what had happened, Officially he was dead, the hospital no doubt would of covered for his missing body, he had no where to go so he wandered on a whim. Finding a strange tarot card in his pocket on his journey he soon found himself at a strange manor to match, which has now been his home for the past couple of years.