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Luke Banning
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by nellethiel
Description
Personality
Luke is one of those soft-hearted, hot-tempered types. His personality varies, but only to accommodate those around him. He enjoys having a good time, and wants others to enjoy theirs as well. Being a bit hot-headed, it's not a good idea to anger him. He acts on his emotions, without stopping to think if they are good or bad. Luke is one of those guys who wants a woman in his life, but feels like it's impossible for him. Despite his good looks and sharp-shooting skills, it's tough for him to act gentlemanly around women. He wants to be, but the other guys always get to them first. So, he drinks in Gambit's to soothe the pain. Fun-loving, he always keeps his spirits up, though. Not much can get him down.
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Equipment
History
When Luke was 14 years old, his parents sent him away, knowing he'd be safer far from home. They heard tell that he and his sister, Vanya, were wanted, not un-like criminals. The siblings had perfect appearances, and healed quicker than normal humans. Half-vampires. Hating his heritage, Luke left.
At 18, Luke had learned every way there was to fight. Strong and calm-minded, he was a worthy adversary. Traveling alone across the land, he learned what it was like to be un-wanted and to survive without companionship. So, when he met a young woman, he was tentative. Cara was beautiful and a thinker, strong and independent. She could handle a gun, and Luke fell for her. Theirs was a long and loving relationship. When Luke was 20, Cara was murdered. Seeking revenge, and hunting down her killers, he ran into a secret service. Not run by the government, but rather one-man-owned. He joined up, hoping to find a way to ease his pain, and has been with them ever since.
Now 27, Luke's pain is gone, his hopes of finding someone gone. The shooter is skilled and un-afraid to kill if he must. Though he's been alone, he is still a gentleman. Or, he tries to be. Luke is living at the lake, in a tent with his horse currently, as there is no where else for him to go. The agency has stationed him in Wing City, and he keeps up a ruse of being relatively normal around the residents. Luke spends most of his time in Gambit's, drinking and meeting new people. He almost craves the company of the patrons, enjoying every waking moment with the new and different creatures/ humans.
So begins...
Luke Banning's Story
Luke Banning strode into the bar, right hand tucked deep into his pocket. the man glanced about the bar, smile playing on his tanned face, fingers brushing the weapon at his side, he let the hand drop again. Gambit's looked relatively calm this evening. striding to the bar, he ordered a whiskey on the touch screen, brown eyes deep. sliding into a stool to wait for his order, he stretched his sore muscles, powerful arms flexing as he did so with a yawn.
Luke Banning noted with concerned interest the injured woman with metal in her side, "miss?" he stood and walked slowly to her, leaning down to crouch beside Cpt. Ryuoku Swift, his brown eyes showing concern, "are you alright?"
Luke Banning brushed the damp hair away from the woman's forehead in helplessness, then turned as Alus Arcamides took the shrapnel from her side, expression grateful. he nodded thanks, then turned to the captain, "can you stand?" he asked in a low voice.
Luke Banning shrugged and stood with a frown, upon noting the woman was gone. walking slowly to the bar, the man took his whiskey, a swig, and sat, rubbing a hand across the stubble on his jaw, eyeing the two other men in the bar. a missing woman? he sat back in his seat.
Luke Banning stood, hand gripping his glass of whiskey. glancing about the bar once more, the man took a swig of the drink. setting it down on the bar behind him, he strode to the door, and outside, taking in the cool air as he walked on down the street, whistling a tune.
Luke Banning ran a hand along the stubble of hair on his strong jaw. sleepless nights had become evident on his tanned face. he strode to the bar's counter, eyeing the patrons with mild, amused interest. ordering a strong whiskey off the touch screen, the hardened man leaned against the bar, taking it all in with a sigh, rubbing his sore neck.
Luke Banning felt a gaze slide over him and lifted his face, looking un-blinkingly into the eyes of Jaxon, his look almost... challenging? the man stood and cupped his bottle of whiskey in his hand, un-emotional smile upon his face.
he grunted quietly as he stood before the shooter, "hey, mind if i join you?" he asked, voice low.
he grunted quietly as he stood before the shooter, "hey, mind if i join you?" he asked, voice low.
Luke Banning slid into the bench opposite the shooter, leaning back, he clenched his jaw, "random question. your name wouldn't be Jaxon, would it?"
he took a long swig from the bottle, relishing in the burning flavor that poured into him. he rubbed a hand along his jaw absently, time to shave again, get some sleep. the exhausted man groaned and rubbed his taught neck, corded muscles rippling beneath tanned skin as he glanced out into the bar, noting Penny Crygor and PK Dark with a strange look, then back to the shooter, listening for his answer, expression cool, but beginning to become slightly agitated.
he took a long swig from the bottle, relishing in the burning flavor that poured into him. he rubbed a hand along his jaw absently, time to shave again, get some sleep. the exhausted man groaned and rubbed his taught neck, corded muscles rippling beneath tanned skin as he glanced out into the bar, noting Penny Crygor and PK Dark with a strange look, then back to the shooter, listening for his answer, expression cool, but beginning to become slightly agitated.
Luke Banning chuckled, running a hand through his somewhat dusty hair, "a friend of mine by the name of Faelwen." he narrowed his eyes to see if the man knew of her. if he didn't, this was all a waste of time, "she says you call her..." he cleared his throat, jealousy creeping into his voice, "freckles? is that right?" he leaned forward, somewhat hopeful look on his face.
Luke Banning cleared his throat, taking a long drink from his own bottle.
he set it down slowly with a sad smile, "Faelwen is dying, Jaxon. she spoke of you, and i decided to wait down here, hoping you'd show up. i can't go the hospital with her because of the way she was injured. bullet wound to the chest, grazed her heart. she's bleeding out, and i can't..." his face twisted, "..i can't help her. i have no medical training whatsoever." he rubbed his temples, groan escaping his lips, "she's dying." he finished.
he set it down slowly with a sad smile, "Faelwen is dying, Jaxon. she spoke of you, and i decided to wait down here, hoping you'd show up. i can't go the hospital with her because of the way she was injured. bullet wound to the chest, grazed her heart. she's bleeding out, and i can't..." his face twisted, "..i can't help her. i have no medical training whatsoever." he rubbed his temples, groan escaping his lips, "she's dying." he finished.
Luke Banning groaned again, looking agitated, "okay, man. she insisted i didn't take her to someplace where she'd need to be identified. the mission she was on was secret, and if found out.. not good." he set his glass down, "she is in my room on floor five, if you'd like to see her. i can't talk any sense into her. Jaxon, i've known her more than half my life, and i can't stand to see her wasting away. she won't listen to me."
he looked ragged now, desperate.
he looked ragged now, desperate.
Luke Banning tapped his fingers on the table, impatiently, "i have no idea. looks like she might leave us soon, but i'm not a doctor."
the man took one last drink of his whiskey, effectively numbing the pain in his chest, "come up to her?" he asked, voice gruff. he coughed for a moment and stood, gesturing to the door.
the man took one last drink of his whiskey, effectively numbing the pain in his chest, "come up to her?" he asked, voice gruff. he coughed for a moment and stood, gesturing to the door.
Luke Banning nods and coughs again, making his way to the stairs, shoving people roughly out of his way as he did so.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Gambit's Hotel, 5th Floor
Luke Banning strode into the hall, beckoning the shooter to a door, the number on it 116. he slid a key rapidly into the lock and flung the door open, catching it quickly, before it hit the wall behind it. slipping inside the apartment, he grimaced as a soft groan reached his ears.
Luke Banning groaned and stood at his friend's side, fingers lightly touching her forehead before he turned to Jaxon, face pleading. the strong soldier had never looked so vulnerable. he backed away, standing against the wall across the room, giving Jaxon space.
Luke Banning nodded and strode into the bathroom, whipping towels from their racks, hoping they would work in place of bandages. clutching them under his thickly muscled arm, he tossed them to Jaxon, face stoic as he stepped across the room once more, keeping a watchful eye on his friend.
Luke Banning crossed his arms over his thick chest. of course. she'd want him, instead of me... he thought with resentment. he shook his head slightly. no. he stayed with her, he tended her, he loved her. he set his jaw and strode to the bed, looking intently at Jaxon, "i'll get her to a hospital as soon as the war.. fight.. is over, whether 'Freckles' wants to or not." he glanced at her laying on the couch, looking so unlike herself, so... vulnerable. it made him sick.
Luke Banning nodded again and saluted Jaxon with a thankful look, then turned to his friend, concern flooding his features.
The setting changes from Gambit's Hotel, 5th Floor to Gambit's Bar
Luke Banning strode into the bar, jaw clenched, thick brown hair tousled, stubble on his cheeks for lack of sleep. the man blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings. "small crowd tonight"... he muttered to himself, making his way to the bar's counter.
after ordering a beer off the touch-screen, he slid into a stool, leaning against the counter, watching the patrons in the bar with mild interest. he rubbed a hand along his jaw. he needed a shave. his normally pale skin flickered bronze in the firelight. muscled arms draped across the counter behind him as he waited for his drink, hoping for some conversation.
after ordering a beer off the touch-screen, he slid into a stool, leaning against the counter, watching the patrons in the bar with mild interest. he rubbed a hand along his jaw. he needed a shave. his normally pale skin flickered bronze in the firelight. muscled arms draped across the counter behind him as he waited for his drink, hoping for some conversation.