Numb| Linkin Park || Make Me Wanna Die| The Pretty Reckless
"I never wanted this life. I'd actually rather fall on the knife, but that hurts so...no."
Lucas Martin Hale
☩Nicknames☩
Luke, Hale, Asshole, Little Isaac, Number 42
☩Age☩
23
I was turned two weeks ago, so this is the only age I'll ever be.
☩Gender☩
Male
Do you need proof?
☩Sexuality☩
Heterosexual
☩Ethnicity☩
45% British, 30% French-Canadian, & 25%German
☩Role☩
Vampire Eight
5'9| 147 lbs
☩Build☩
Lean & Athletic
☩Hair Color☩
Light brown
☩Eye Color☩
Green
☩Skin Tone☩
Light, barely tanned
☩Scars? Markings? Tattoos?☩
Because of his newly acquired vampire healing ability, Luke's scars from a few fights ago have all pretty much healed, even those his father "lovingly" gave him. However, the one scar he does still have is a jagged one that is now faded. He received it from his father's brutal training session where the man pretty much tried to slice through Luke's chest as a "lesson."
☩Brief Description☩
Like the rest of the males of his family, Luke has acquired the height and agility that make him - or, well made him - a great hunter. However, unlike his cousin, it didn't matter that he worked out every day or sparred as much as he could, the bulk of muscles just seemed to allude him. Instead, to most, Luke looks tall and lanky when in fact he is lean and lined with hardened muscles. His skin is light, not pale but not tanned either. He tans fairly easy in the summer though, skin being complimented by the light brown curls that sit atop his head. Luke doesn't try too much with his hair. He might run a brush or his hand over it and call it a day. Electric blue eyes and expressive eyebrows, Luke doesn't call himself attractive, but he doesn't deny that his looks aren't bad either.
{Cynical, Brooding, Proud, Snarky, Loyal, Damaged}
Behind the smart commentary and the looks of contempt Luke might throw your way, he's honestly not a bad guy. He has spent the majority of his life with a man that wanted to whip him into a vampire-killing/hating machine and hardly had the time to grow up officially. Or, if he did grow up, he did it too fast. And that whole whipping him into the killing machine - that was figuratively and literally and sometimes, the whippings didn't just refer to training. Sometimes, out of sheer disappointment or just because he could, his father would simply beat on Luke - attacking him at random and even though Luke grow into a tough fighter, he could never truly raise a fist to his father. Whether it was fear or respect, one would never know. His cousin - to this day - never knew.
The two main things of his character that stood out beside the dark looks or plain brooding was that Luke was always loyal and too proud for his own good. He could never ask for help or allow himself to appear vulnerable. He would hide behind smiles, quips, and jokes before he ever allowed you to see that other side of him. It would mean trusting you and wanting to let you see him that way. One, that could never happen. Weakness was a no-no with his father and again, that fear of disappointment has only cost him his ability to allow himself a moment's rest. Two, trusting is just not going to happen. How can a young man trust people to genuinely care for him or want good for him when the one person he should have been able to trust didn't give a flying fuck about him? Well, I'll tell you. He doesn't and through all of the lightness in his laid-back, albeit quiet, persona, it was always just too hard for him.
☩Thoughts on Hunters☩
They are...excuse me, they were my friends and family. They do what they have to to survive and ensure that others can live too. It was the reasoning my mother lived by: we hunt those who hunt us. The vamps can say that we all should be able to live peacefully and crap, but it's not all peaceful when they're snatching up humans and sucking them dry. And now...now I have to do the same. Because going back to the others means death and killing myself is honorable and all, but I don't wanna die. What does that make me, huh?
☩Fears☩
There are some fears one has that just seem ridiculous, even for a hunter. Maybe the old man was right - maybe, I was never cut out for this.
When someone raises a hand or fist to him -- It causes Luke to instinctively flinch. He catches himself sometimes or just falls into a defensive stance, but it happens.|| His cousin seeing him like this|| Final death|| Intimacy or close relationships
☩Likes & Dislikes☩
▲ Pancakes
▲ Lacrosse
▲ Football
▲ Hand-to-Hand Combat
▲ Knives
▲ Bacon Cheeseburgers
▲ Video Games
▲ Photography
▲ Flannel Shirts
▲ Clubs
▲ German Shepherds
▲ Children Laughing
▼ Being A Vampire
▼ Hunting
▼ Black Coffee
▼ Skinny Jeans for Guys
▼ White Chocolate
▼ Oranges Allergies
▼ Hospitals
▼ Crying Women
▼ Disrespect Towards Women
▼ His Maker
▼ Tennis
▼ Green Vegetables
Coventry, England
☩History☩
At the end of the day, Luke is a Carter. His mother and Andy's father were siblings and although she married into another hunter family, he remained close with his cousin through the years. It is always a question of how seeing that Luke was born in England, but they moved over to America by the time he turned thirteen. However, by then, the damage had been done to his character. Pieces of the lively boy his cousin only gets to see true glimpses of were chipped away by a father who wanted to beat the perfect son into him and a mother who died of ovarian cancer before she could effectively keep her son safe. When he arrived in Lawrence to be with the rest of the Carter family and his cruel father, Luke was a hunter through and through - barely an inch of a teenage boy in him.
In Lawrence, however, he gained a childhood of sorts. He and his cousin would playfully spar together and he met other relatives. He went to school and joined sports teams. But the hunting world was very much still a part of his life and going home was pure hell for him. At the smallest thing such as Luke getting a girl's number or even going to a party after a game set his father off and once or twice, his father even resulted in torturing him. He claimed that it was for Luke's benefit, that he should be prepared for every situation - including having to fight a family member.
So, he would be strapped to chairs and having to try to get himself out while his father punched him or cut at him, hardening himself behind continuous walls to not show his true fear or pain. And slowly, each and every day, he became two people - this easy-going yet distant athlete that had great potential to be a photographer or maybe play professional sports and this cold and brutal hunter that didn't give a rat's ass about compassion or understanding that vampires were once humans too. Every vampire he killed was his father and a part of him justified his brutality in killing by thinking that each one he killed was another fight with his father he didn't have to have.
His encountering his maker was an accident all its own. There was a small group of vampires from the coven they were hunting and when Luke was about to kill one of them, he realized that the vampire couldn't have been anymore than thirteen. He couldn't do it. Despite being hardened and whipped into a killer, he couldn't bring himself to destroy the very being he was trained to kill - not with that innocent face or with the eyes of a child just wanting to live. His father was furious and without warning, he slashed at Luke. Still somewhat in hunter mode and recalling the slash on his chest, Luke ducked and punched his father only for the man to stab him.
One of the other vampires nearby must have grabbed his father because a second later, Luke sat up to find the man gone. He doesn't doubt that his father is dead. His blood must have lured his maker - the bitch - and whatever the hell she thought she was going to do ended up with him becoming a fanger. And going back to his group meant dying and like it or not, Luke's not ready to be dead-dead. But he doesn't want to drink blood either.