{ Lucian Frae }



Gender:Male
Age:23
Birth date:3 April
Blood type:AB
Sexuality:Straight
Role:Teacher - Protector

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Appearance:



Blond hair, sea-grey eyes, quite tall, lean muscles.

Memento Mori (Remember you can also die) tattoo like picture on his ribs.

Wing marks

(On the left- just the wings(Two) and clothing since I couldn't find a better picture)

Personality:

Lucian is quite the charmer, yet he only has eyes for the girl he is to be protecting. He is obviously willing to lay down his life for her, but initially he seems very angry because of the student/teacher relationship rule. He is very friendly and he is a cool teacher.


Skills/Abilities:

He is a fast reader, has very good balance and is skilled with swords.
Likes:
Swords
Night time
Storms and the rain
Saniana
teaching his favourite subject

Dislikes:
Moody children
allowing someone to get hurt
being forced to stay away from Saniana
too much warmth or sunlight
very loud noises

Fears/Phobias:
being rejected by Saniana
becoming terminally ill
Falling from high places
being pranked or hated by his students
hunters

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Powers:

Evocation/Conjuration
"Evocation is the act of calling or summoning a spirit, demon, god or other supernatural agent, in the Western mystery tradition. Comparable practices exist in many religions and magical traditions and may employ the use of pharmakeia with and without uttered word formulas."

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History:
Lucian grew up with his rich uncle and aunt, but moved back in with his mother when it was time for him to find out what he was. His mother passed away before he turned 20.
Lucian owns his own, small yet comfortable, house that he bought for himself with savings. He refused to rely on his uncle and aunt after the death of his mother. He barely sees them because they live overseas.

Family:

Mother (deceased)

So cold, your icy fingers around my neck.
You offer these rotten apples, begging me to taste and see.
I'll take just one bite.
I know your coming like a bad dream when your demons fall to place, perverting all the answers.
Corrupting what's inside you, believing everything, cut deeper to the core.
But we know what's inside.
Go to bed, young dreamer.
A prophet you'll arise to call us out.
Go to bed, young dreamer.
You tell of our decline, but you follow us down.

(We know what's inside)
The breathe of a fallen angel brings death if you breathe it in,
although you know what dwells inside.

[x2]
To bite down, to chew, and to swallow.
To muscle it down to dissolve.
Bed ridden, shivering fever.
Follow it down.

[x2]
Your icy fingers around my neck.
Offering destruction, begging me to taste and see.
So I take just one bite.
It's the poison in your veins.
It's the shiver down your spine.
Cut deeper to the core.
But we know what's inside.
To bite down, to chew, and to swallow.
To muscle it down to dissolve.
Bed ridden, shivering fever.
To follow it down.

[x2]
And we know you'll bite down and you'll follow us under the ground.
Go to bed, young dreamer.
A prophet you'll arise to call us out.
Go to bed, young dreamer.
You tell of our decline, but you follow us down.
(We know what's inside)