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Lucian Aleksander Rousseau

"Ooh, zombies!"

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a character in “Undead Apocalypse”, as played by Lucian1549

Description

Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Age: 54
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 196 lbs
Race: Caucasian

Physical Appearance: Lucian has a fairly sturdy build for a man of his height. He is well-muscled in the shoulders, and his legs aren't that lacking of muscle either. It is clear that he tries to stay fit and spends a good amount of time exercising. However, Lucian's efforts are slightly in vain. Instead of having the six-pack abs he wishes for, he protects his stomach with a layer of fat that forms a slight potbelly. He isn't quite as strong as he used to be either, but still constantly pushes himself, thinking that he is exactly as strong as he was in his younger years.

His hair reaches his jaw in length normally, however, it would reach his shoulders if it was straightened and worn normally. It is pale blond, laced with silver, and slightly wavy. Lucian wears it pushed off of his forehead and down the back of his head, tucked behind his ears, invoking the aid of hair gel to keep it flat. However, with the lack of common grooming supplies in this disastrous time, Lucian's hair tends to fluff up and become unmanageable, strands of it often hanging in front of his forehead. He tries to tame it with water, however, that rarely ever works. Lucian has large, round, dark brown eyes. They are of a rather bland, flat colour; not any particularly impressive shade. The closest thing they could be compared to would probably be dried mud. He has surprisingly long eyelashes. Lucian's face is well sculpted, and it is clear that he was rather handsome in his youth. He still has a very strong jaw, and high cheekbones are still slightly visible in his face. Aging hasn't been kind to Lucian, though, and there are many wrinkles on his face around the corners of his mouth and especially his eyes. He tries his best to be clean shaved, however, again, the lack of grooming supplies makes it difficult for Lucian to constantly have perfect grooming. There is the slightest hint of a stubble on his jaw, however, it is barely visible because of his pale hair. Lucian's eyebrows are almost completely invisible, save for a couple of veins of silver above his eyes. He has very fair skin that doesn't ever seem to tan, instead just burning whenever he has stayed out in sunlight for too long. The fact that his skin is constantly red with sunburn makes some people think that Lucian is constantly livid with fury; however, that is not the case. He just has absolutely horrible sun tolerance.

Preferring comfort and convenience over style, Lucian will wear clothes that aren't particularly fashionable but are very useful. His pants of choice are cargo pants, the more pockets the better. His current pants are khaki coloured cargos, with five pockets on each leg: One on his upper thigh, where most normal jeans have pockets, one on the seat of his pants, one on the outside center of his thigh, one by his knee, and one halfway down his calf. These pockets are generally stuffed with supplies, save for one or two which have holes too large to be useful anymore. His pants are well worn from Lucian constantly wearing them. His shirt is a tightly fitting black tank top with a crew neck. The fact that it clings to Lucian's body is very useful when he has to run away from zombies or other assorted creatures, mainly since it won't get caught on anything. He does sacrifice not being able to carry anything in his shirt for having it not catch on anything, but makes up for that with his pants. Lucian's shoes are fairly new Adidas sneakers that are black in colour. He managed to find them in an abandoned store a short time ago, so they aren't as worn as all of his other clothes, and are still in fairly decent condition. However, his shoes are stained by mud and dirt, any part of them that was originally white now being a curious shade of off brown. He carries a tattered beige duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Personality

Lucian is the sort of guy who never grows up, always acting rather immaturely. He is very talkative and friendly, although sometimes, a bit too friendly. He absolutely adores people, and tries to hang around them as much as possible, thinking that there is safety in numbers. Not to mention, he would probably go mad talking to himself if there wasn't anyone around for him to babble to.

Being fairly optimistic, Lucian almost always has a positive outlook on the world and hope for the future. It is difficult to figure out whether this is because Lucian seems to think this is some sort of giant video game, or that he just thinks that chances for survival will be raised if everyone thinks that they can survive instead of thinking that they will die. Knowing Lucian, it is most likely the former. He finds the zombie attacks almost a sort of sport, as if they couldn't kill them, instead of realising they are rather deadly and that he can't just hit the 'restart' button. Lucian may know that he can die, but he probably hasn't realised that yet.

Lucian is incredibly kind and caring, which often hinders him. He doesn't know when to let go of someone, and would fight until his death purely in an attempt to save anyone, no matter if they were his worst enemy or best friend. Since he tends to be the oldest in any of the groups he is ever in, he tends to think that it is his job to protect everyone. Whenever someone dies and he is around, Lucian immediately begins to blame himself for their death, even if he had nothing to do with it. Due to this, Lucian is easily upset, and very nervous whenever zombies are anywhere nearby.

He can be incredibly reckless, especially when people he knows are in danger. Lucian has been known to act first and think later, which often leads to him ending up in trouble and putting even more people in danger. He is constantly telling himself that he will think before acting, but, every time there is even the slightest hint of zombies, he forgets.

Equipment

Pants Pockets:
-A coil of wire about 9 meters long
-Some broken charcoal pencils
-Water purification tablets
-A bag of trail mix
-A few packets of gummy bears
-A small pocket knife

Duffel Bag:
-Sleeping bag
-A hunting knife in its sheath
-Six plastic water bottles
-Canned soup
-A bag of tortilla chips

History

Born in Paris, France, Lucian lived in a fairly wealthy family. He was well educated from a young age, and, by the time he was twelve, spoke excellent English and could play the violin amazingly. He was also well educated in the fine arts, and often tried his hand at painting and sculpting. He wasn't good at either one. Because of the fact that his mother was a rather well known fashion designer, he always dressed very fashionably. Lucian often modelled in his mother's fashion shows, having a more-than-decent appearance.

When he was sixteen, he and his family moved to America, New York City to be precise. He often wandered the city alone, acting like a general teenage boy would. Of course, Lucian ran into trouble every now and then, but nothing he couldn't handle. Most of it involved the usual high school buffoons who thought they were popular teasing Lucian for his rather thick French accent. 

Lucian graduated college at age 26 after taking a four year degree in fashion design, following in his mother's footsteps. He got an internship in his mother's company, and quickly rose up through the rankings, becoming a senior designer and manager of the company by the time he was 39. However, realising that fashion wasn't really his favourite thing, Lucian decided to change careers. Giving up his status as a well known haute couture designer, Lucian went and got a college degree for a completely different job: High school sports teacher. 

Lucian taught at his local high school happily for seven years before retiring early at the age of fifty. He used the money he had earned from his fashion designing years to live a comfortable life in his rather large house. Lucian began to take karate classes as well, however, he was forced to stop class at only a green belt when the first waves of zombies came. 

First, there were very few zombies, but they spread and spread. His mother was one of the first to go, then his karate sensei. By the time the zombies got his father, Lucian realised it was time to go, and fled New York City. He has been fleeing across the country ever since, sometimes traveling in groups, sometimes traveling solo.

So begins...

Lucian Aleksander Rousseau's Story

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Hearing the two people talk, Lucian tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to listen in on their conversation. He realised how out in the open he was, and moved slightly to the side to stand in a shadow cast by one of the buildings. It wasn't a particularly good hiding place, if you could even call it a hiding place, but it was better than where he had been standing before. He quietly sighed a breath of relief when both of the people confirmed they were alive, and at least partially sane.

When the girl mentioned that she was going to the convenience store at the gas station, he decided it would be a good time to jump into their conversation. Lucian walked forward, each one of his steps clearly filled with caution and reluctance. Despite both of the people having assured they were alive, Lucian couldn't help but be slightly hesitant. After all, nothing was ever what it seemed any more. "Hello!" he called, putting on a cheerful mask as he got closer. It was always better to make it seem like you weren't scared at all, even if you were mentally trembling with fear and feeling like you were about to wet your pants.

"Are you humans? Sane humans, to be precise?" he asked, stopping about five feet away from the two people. Five feet was always a good distance. It could easily be covered if you needed to attack, but still left you enough room to run away.

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Katchinah listened in softly on the conversation that followed the vehicle-bound folk closing her eyes, and acknowledging the situation. At least it seemed like they all were not bloodthirsty marauders. In fact, they seemed quite peaceful! It eased the Apache girl, making her smile. Someone out of the world that hadn't lost their mind. Aside from herself, anyway. She peered around the corner again, watching as the girl started away, for the gas station as she said she would. She'd begin to round the corner, when she heard a new voice, making her gasp softly, and jerking her body back around the side of the building. She clasped her shotgun close to her body, and silently looked back towards the woman's 'group'.

However, what she didn't expect to happen is for her to taken off guard. Katchinah had not been paying attention to the direction she had came from... and when her head bolted around, she yelped. A zombie was ten feet from her, lumbering at her with large, outstretched arm, and mouth agape. Startled, Katchinah fell over onto her back, directly out into the alleyway. Seeing it's prey had fallen, the zombie hobbled faster, moaning loudly. Katchinah brought the shotgun down from her chest-clenched grasp, and leveled it at the zombie, pulling the trigger on the sawn-off, filling the alleyway with a deep thud. The buckshot blasted chunks of rotting meat through the zombie, revealing the rancid meat behind the skin. The trigger was pulled a second time, sending the pellets through the zombie's spine, and blasting it into pieces. Crippled, the zombie flopped down like a rag doll, it's head at her feet. She instantly scooted away, placing her back against the alleyway wall as she pulled out her Glock. She looked around; searching for other zombies...looking for the other threats.

Before she realized that she had just thrown her position away for the group she was spying on!

Katchinah, out of self-defense, pointed her Glock down the alleyway towards the other survivors. She didn't look very hostile... in fact, she looked more frightened than threatening. Nonetheless, she remained silent, with her gun pointed towards the only other potential threat.