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Viktor Lucair

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a character in “Van Helsing Academy: Warriors of Daylight”, as played by Nevermore90


Viktor Lucair
Age: 17
How old does s/he appear? 17
Eye Color: Brown

Hair/Fur color: Brown

Height: 5'10''
Weight: 120-140ibs-ish?
Type of body/build: Athletic, slim. Lean muscle
Distinguishing Marks? Viktor has several little nicks on the fingers of his left hand. In order to train ambidexterity, he likes to flick a little balisong/coin/pen/knife/et cetera around. He has gotten quite dept at using both hands, but he still feels clumsy and manages to cut himself often.
Scars? [N/A]

Accent? He is very good with impersonations.

Health level: Green


Viktor Lucair loved his now-dead mother with every fiber of his being. She was his pariah, his Moses, his God, and his caretaker. His father-who is to be unnamed until further notice-was an abusive prick that killed her. He is a mentally scarred, hateful bastard. He doesn't play nice, he doesn't make friends.

Color: Pink
Music: Country
Food: Pigs in a blanket (Little bits of hotdog rolled up in bread batter)
Genre: Romance/Science Fiction
Book: Do Robots Dream of Electronic Sheep?/Population: 1
Quote: "The world was dead, save one. Every city's population counter, billboard, notifier, taxier, and list, testament to the lies of the past. Testament to what lies had left the world as it was today. Which who it had today."
Expletive(s) (swears): "You garfunking frigglehooter! I ought to sham the shiesters off your cankles, you kiker!"


Philosophy: "Hey Slenderman! Yeah, fuck you."

Character's soft spot: Vulnerable woman. And that is ones who are easily victimized, not easily manipulated. Stupid does not count. But the abused, easily hurt, those who have been lied to and are easy to take advantage of? Those really stir a level of humanity in him that is scarcely shown. And the reaction to me is opposite; he can not stand a man is taken advantage of-how dare they be so stupid that they allow it to happen? It is perhaps a little asinine, but that is how he is. If you are a man and you have problems, then go deal with it. Not his issue.

Which of the 7 deadly sins does character show?
Wrath; Viktor is not very forgiving.
Which of the 7 virtues does your character have?
Patience; Viktor could out-silence a Buddhist priest on Vow.


Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist
Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert-even if his thoughts over others are generally mean-spirited, he is a good caretaker and can put others before himself. He won't admit that he can be nice, and rarely will be, but it is possible.
Good characteristics: Viktor is patient, smart, helpful, and does not quit once he sets his mind to accomplishing something.
Character flaws: Viktor does not always think before he acts, rarely offers his help, and fails to accomplish tasks which do not benefit him.


Jewelry/ other accessories? A watch if he can manage one, preferably water-proof and with a simple on/off for alarms.
Where does character live? VHA dorm room.
With anyone? [Yes]/No
Spending habits: [Frugal]/Spendthrift
Any pets? Viktor would one day like to own a German Shepard/Siberian Husky mix named Jack or Cassper.


Kukri referred to as "Sepulcher." He was unable to get anything else into the school, unfortunately; he owned a rather nice .45 automag (real loud, flashy) that was taken out of his possession by the school.
His attire is simple, usually composed of an overcoat, white or black button up, cargo pants, and lightweight, lace-up boots.


Spoiler Alert!

Viktor lucair was born to Elizabeth D'gennifyr Lucair and a man who he hates more than anything else in the world, ever. Until the age of thirteen, his mother was the messiah and and sole caretaker of him and his sister, Isabel, who was born almost exactly two years after him. It was on February 13th, a Friday he would never forget both for his birthday and the traumatizing events of that evening, that his father brutally murdered his mother over a dispute. Most kids are scared that they caused their parents' divorce-Viktor knew he had caused this; his mother had been prompting his father to rent somewhere and give him a real birthday, something that he had never been able to enjoy before save what small tokens of affection his mother afforded him and what paper-craft things that his sister could make. Having enough of Elizabeth's "Bitching," he got out of his lazy-boy seat and...

The rest is a dark cloud that perpetually rains over the dopamine-producing sections of Viktor's brain.

Viktor and his sister, Isabel, would have been put in an orphanage (and probably should have been) if they had birth certificates. But they didn't, so they could not be. Sevastopol, Ukraine, was and is a smuggling haven, and enough officials are corrupt and few enough people cared that no one had ever bothered either of Viktor's parents about filling out the proper paperwork to have them recognized as citizens. It was a wonder they able to go to school.
As Viktor's father was not much of a caretaker, or provider, or even a nice person, it befell to the true man of the house to take care of himself and Isabel. He fell into a pretty tough crowd. He started as a simple pick-pocket, but already had three murders on his hand by fifteen. His sister stayed in school (he made her, "Or else") and often brought books home from the library and taught him whatever she learned that day.

Not soon after he turned 17, Viktor received mail from the van Helsing academy that detailed to him how they knew his position as a Dhampir (his father was a vampire and obviously his mother wasn't) and threatened to hurt his sister if he did not join as a student at the school for their own personal study. That is what his little excursion at the school is-an experiment.
Viktor came on the condition that, first of all, they put his sister in a good foster home, and second, they allow him to send her mail/presents regularly, which he does.

So begins...

Viktor Lucair's Story


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Character Portrait: Quinn Glanz Character Portrait: Viktor Lucair Character Portrait: Timothy Arden Character Portrait: Anna Hellsang Character Portrait: Callen McDugal
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Timothy couldn't sleep, not that it was night when people usually slept. He had more then enough excuse however. His muscles dropped from fatigue, any strength and energy burned out by dragging his corpse and Jones' body back from their mission. After returning to his room he attempted to let his body rest, his mind could not. Every time he lets his eyelids drift shut, recollections and imaginations painted themselves in the darkness. Screams and horrors keeping him from sleep. Instead he could only lie, letting time filter away, and give his body a chance to rest. When the dullness overwhelmed he took to wandering, exploring the halls and corridors he knew well enough anyway. He ignored the curious looks at his slightly shattered features. Although freshened and clean the red scratches and purple bruises stood out marvelously. It wasn't the worse of his injuries, as the bandages hidden beneath his clothing suggested.

He walks took him through the cafeteria multiple times, each subsequent visit providing yet another cup of coffee and a light meal to accompany the feast he had consumed his first visit. This was his fifth foray and he supposed that if it wasn't for his tell-tale condition and the rumors already circulating he would've been bared from further consumption. Word of the failed excursion and the conditions of those who were on it. Many were largely exaggerated; Several deaths; Infection and turnings; Betrayal. None really strayed close to the terror of what happened, the sight of the dead, undead and the adrenaline of fighting and running for your life. Timothy never made eye contact with those watching him with several expressions, he didn't really know as he didn't look. It was a relief to see someone who's attention wasn't on himself. Yet it was curious that the person in particular was familiar.

The girl from earlier, the one with the journal. Jones' friend. Timothy paused for a moment, he was curious about what the book had said. He wondered if she had yet checked it. In a way he felt he should also withdraw his request to know. It seemed they were close, she may prefer to feel that whatever was passed on to her was a little more special between the two. A favour to the dead. A favour the Timothy knew he owed. The moments of hesitation that most likely brought this upon them. At the very least he ought to know her name and let her know his. He moved over to the table where she was gather in what seemed almost conspiring nature. He set the coffee down on the table. His eyes boasted dark rims of lethargy and there was no joy in his dull frown. However he squeezed out a kind enough greeting.

"Hello again." He addressed Anna but his gaze passed over the other three and nodded politely to each of them in turn. "I would think you heard about Jones?" His voice dropped as he brought up the man and he looked away with a little sadness.
"We never introduced ourselves. I'm Timothy Arden, a soldier. I hope you don't mind me joining you." The later phrase was addressed to the group as a whole, although he expected they wouldn't find him contributing to the conversation. He waited for a dismissal before setting down his coffee cup and taking a place opposing the girl next to one of the others.


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Character Portrait: Quinn Glanz Character Portrait: Viktor Lucair Character Portrait: Timothy Arden Character Portrait: Anna Hellsang Character Portrait: Callen McDugal
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Timothy was glad when the general consensus allowed him to remain. He actually recognized some of the faces, just people he had spotted before and otherwise had no connection with. The academy wasn't the biggest institution, the clients awere difficult to come by. It seemed that these people were friendly enough and they didn't particularly seem to hold anything against him for no reason, as some people seemed to. Either they ignored the rumors for what they were or they hadn't heard. He chose to hope for the former. There were far better vibes emanating from them then from himself. They seemed at least a little cheerful. Timothy wasn't, his mood had improve but a sour after taste remained, poisoning his countenance and leaving him unmistakably dour. He didn't try to paste a smile on his face either, he probably wouldn't get away with it anyway.

Anna's query piqued Arden's interest.
I expect you would like to know if I took a look at the book?" She said, seeming brought back down by the mention of her friend. Again Timothy felt the conflict of interests, Anna's personal feelings and his own curiosity. It seemed the situation was weighted against him. Seeing as she brought up the subject around others indicated that she was willing to share it. Also Timothy couldn't help but assume that whoever the others were, Viktor and Callen, they knew already. Still he felt bad, prying into what seemed like personal details.
Well if you are willing to tell the, yes..." Timothy dropped off, as if looking for something more to say. Yet all that he could think off drifted back to the village, Jones' death, his own fault. None of those would be a welcome subject to bring up so the young man left off, awaiting a reply.