Post by lucatanner on May 2, 2007 8:06:40 GMT -5
Player
[/u][/center]Alias: Ally
Gender: Girl
Contact: volvoreta49@yahoo.com.au
Location/Time Zone: Australia, GMT + 8:00
Character
[/u][/center]Name: Luca Adrian Tanner
Gender: Male
Age: 22
City: Corus
Status: Commoner, metalworker, Rogue
Personality
The most important thing to remember about Luc is that he's fiercely, blatantly independent. Ever since he can remember he's been this way. He's never truthfully needed anyone in his life, and that's the way he likes it. Luc hates feeling like he needs help with anything, and would rather just continue to struggle than accept assistance. To do so, he thinks, would be weak and unmanly. He's got quite a few strange ideas about what makes a man.
He's impulsive. He doesn't stop to think, and he doesn't care about the consequences. He's big enough to win every time in a fight, so why should he bother? When he's aggravated, he's terrifying. He loses all inhibitions and just lashes out. His mother would say, laughing, that her son was more animal than boy. To a certain extent this is true. When he's riled he loses the unique human ability to function rationally, and he's never had a nobleman's civility or manners. Not only does Luc have the look of the wild, he is wild.
There's a sensitive side, buried under the layers of muscle and testosterone. It comes up, sheepish, gruff and compassionate, but that's rare. Usually he's just a little sarcastic and very blunt. Like most men he doesn't like the little mind games people play. He'd rather just sort out his problems with his fists.
Luc doesn't understand the concept of pain. It's alien to him. He can't feel it as well as he should. He's been known to fight with a fractured wrist and a dagger in his side. Luc can, and will ignore things that he doesn't want to be there. He's also got no understanding of danger. The more risky it is, the more enjoyment he'll get out of it.
Sometimes, because he's so independent, you might think he doesn't want or have friends. Thats not true. It's just that he can't stand people telling him what to do.
-Personality Flaw: He's uncultivated, and fiercely independent to the point of dismissing perfectly good advice or assistance purely because he doesn't want to feel as if he's owing.
Appearance
Dark-haired and slate-eyed, Luc's charm lies in his rugged looks. Never wil he be described as clean-cut- he looks slightly scruffy and quite a bit wild. He has strength and determination written all over him. His features are best described as strong- high cheekbones, a slightly large, straight nose that gives his face character, and a thin-lipped mouth and heavy-set jaw. Luc's face is all about edges and sharp angles. He also has a dimple which he detests because it softens his expression. When he scowls, he looks intimidating.
As a young boy, when he glanced at his reflection in his looking-glass, Luc thought he looked awkward. He was one of those boys that grew up too much, too fast. A rapid gain of inches coupled with a lack of food made him gaunt- tanned skin stretched taut over the strong bones he already possessed. Now, thankfully, he's put on quite a bit of weight since then, all muscle. He's definitely got a tall, solid build. He's a fighter and he needs this strength. Women have often said that he's got the look of a handsome bandit, rough and ready.
He's perfectly comfortable with breeches and shirt. Half unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled to the elbows because it's easier to work that way. He owns only one pair of shoes, and its only due to pure luck that they haven't fallen apart. The colours of his clothes have faded to the extent that they are almost indistinguishable, with the background of dirt.
Appearance Flaw:Set, strong features that are too sharp and harsh for classic good looks, a metalsmith's hands with raw blisters, calluses, thickened fingers from the constant hammer-work.
History
He wasn't the first Tanner boy. Markus came first, always wanted to come first. Mark was smarter than his little brother, more sensitive. It's okay, Mother, Luc didn't mean anything by it. It's not your fault, Father, I turned out perfectly fine. Luc is just an anomaly. But for all Mark's pretty words (he thought far too much of himself than was appropriate- he hung around the Mithran priests and absorbed their language), Luc was his parents favourite. Mark fought with Luc all the time- he couldn't understand why his little brother refused to hang on to his every word.
But it was the danger, always the danger that drew Luc. The craving for risk was always there- as if it wasn't blood, but fire that ran through his veins. As a boy, brought up around and influenced by the burly, exotic, colourfully eloquent sailors of Port Legann, his proud parents couldn't control him- they didn't try. Luc could stand up on his own- he always could. They ignored the older boy in favour of their youngest son- it would be Luc that would inherit his father's beloved trade. At six, he ran away from home for a day, to sleep on the docks- he followed the big burly men that had bought swords from his father that day.
At seven, Luc stepped into the furnace, because he wanted to know what it was like to burn. It wasn't like Luc to do things by halves- a hand in the flames wasn't enough. It had never occurred to him that such an act was potentially fatal. That was when his screaming mother and horrified father discovered their youngest son had a Gift with fire. Their son looked like a demon, with his cheeky grin and charred hair standing on end. Mark, now eleven, was horrifically jealous. He'd always thought he would be the one to follow in his father's footsteps- metalwork. But Luc was the gifted one. Disgruntled, Mark left home to stay in a Mithran temple, and has never been back home since.
His father paid one of his regular customers to teach his son magic. Luc wasn't a particularly attentive student- his mind wandered. And when it came to practical magic, he refused to be restricted by the tiny little exercises he was supposed to do. Luc wanted to do big things- dangerous things, and now. His teacher took his student's inattentiveness for lack of ability, and Luc didn't much care. His type of magic wasn't particularly useful to the nobles, anyway- just an immunity to fire and an ability to call it up, usually when he least expected it. He couldn't fashion special charms for them, wasn't particularly useful to them, so he was largely left alone. At fourteen, his father paid an old friend to teach Luca the ropes of the metalwork trade, and as customary he moved in with his master as an apprentice, where he would stay for the required seven years.
At sixteen, he got in with the Rogue in Port Legann- he got into a brawl with a few drunkards, and the King of the Court was impressed with his fighting skills. A fighter was either with the Rogue, or against them. Luc chose the Rogue. A year ago, as his master moved to Corus, so did he. By now, his apprenticeship has recently finished and he works with his old master. He's thinking about setting up a business, but not seriously yet. He's still young after all, and a dab hand at stealing. He needs to build up enough capital to set up shop.
Family
Adrian Tanner: Alive, 42
Eloise Tanner: Alive, 39
Markus Tanner: Alive, 26. Works as a collector in a Mithran temple in Port Legann.
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