[Initium-Novum]: Luci

Name: Luci
Nicknames: Lucy, Lulu, Lu, Wolfie
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height / Weight: 6’1’’ / 195lb
Species: Wolfskin
Date of Birth: May 13th ; Taurus
Orientation: Pansexual

Nationality: Nohr
Starting Class: Wolfskin

Garou Form: sta.sh/03a8wg3pxzo

Weapon: Beaststone
Weapon Proficiency: C

Unique Ability: Unchained: After defeating an enemy, Str/Skl/Spd+2 and Move +1 for one turn. (Bloodthirst but switched magic for Movement+1 and lowered bonuses by half)

Base Stats:

    LVL: 1
    HP: 30
Str: 10
Mag: 0
Skl: 8
Spd: 12
Lck: 3
Def: 8
Res: 3
Mov: 6

Personality: (INFP)

  +  [ Observant, Childlike, Robust, Loyal, Warm-hearted ]
= [ Curious, Fearless, Aloof ]
— [ Cautious, Impulsive, Ferocious, Daft, Inarticulate ]

A man deeply in touch with his bestial, wild side, Luci shows a violent and defensive nature to those he percieves as shady and dangerous. His past leads him to carry a cautious and dubious mindset, and while he is mistrustful in a way, he isn’t bright enough to see through manipulative and cunning personalities. Relying on pure instinct and impulse alone leads to a very unsophisticated and feral way of dealing with things, which is where his ferocity comes in to make up for a lack of intelligence. This brutish nature he uses to approach people are the only ways he copes when approaching strangers, because as a youngster he was raised to only speak when spoken to. Out of habit and comfort, it created something of a lone wolf character. When not provoked or on edge he's very calm and withdrawn, lending both ears and eyes to the chaos that may be happening around him. 

Though pass the wall Luci builds around himself is a curious and rather tender-hearted person. His fearlessness and high amounts of energy can get the man going for miles if he's comfortable, and to be honest he’s rather easily pleased in the things he finds amusing. Killing is only a means to survive. Savagery is rooted in his instincts. Rolling around in the grass is fun. At heart and mentally, Luci is somewhat childlike, finding solace in just play and freedom. Due to his upbringing there are quite a lot of things he's lacked exposure to, leading to a very adventurous and air-headed mentality. He is one to mingle with the outdoors where he was supposed to belong and just indulging in his surroundings. These days Luci's eyes pique with interest at every strange human object and practice. His tail wags and his grin widens at just a soft, gentle touch. Give the dog a bone, prove your good nature, and he will be loyal and loving to you: always.

Likes: 

• Meat, but cooking is amazing (all these flavors!)
• Bones, bones, bones
• Freedom, particularly outdoors
• Rolling around, playing, frolicking, hunting 
• The satisfaction of defeating and capturing your prey
• Innocent kids or gentle natures
• Affection, good ethics, strong willpower
• Handouts; anything he can chew on
• Clothes (for chewing, cuddling, and because he doesn't own much)

Dislikes: 

• Fruit and greens can go suck it
• Fire, chains, cramped places
• imprisonment and torture, discrimination
• Goodbyes
• heavy armor
• Controlling and overly violent personalities
• Books or any form of education
• Magic can go suck it
• Fear and submission
• Bathtime (prefers sitting in rain for angst hour)

History:

Life with the family this wolfskin would claim as his own was short-lived; as many years as the boy could count off his fingers. From being raised to hunt and just surviving on Mount Garou, he was separated all too early. A small cub barely able to enunciate much less transform into a terrible beast, a wildfire had broken out, pouring flame onto the grassy plains he'd call home. The child had hidden from them, eyes flickering against the distant embers. When it was over he could return to his family but a group of humans had found him at an awfully convenient time. Of course, the little wolfchild was too young to go against the band of fancily threaded Nohrians. They took him away from this world of flame he'd used to know. Lured with words honeyed and gentle, the moment city outskirts grew near he'd soon learn that nothing would ever be the same anymore. His only regret was that he couldn't say goodbye to his kin.

A carriage, a chain of wagons, and a sweet smelling man appeared with silk and gold lining his pockets. Too small for his fur to have any worth, and too young to use as a means of intimidation. An amusing option would be to raise the child as a pet, wouldn't it? After all, how many men, no matter how rich and revered could say they caught and tamed one of those mindless savages; to bend them against their will? So then had sealed this particular wolfskin's fate...for years, too many. Too many to count off his fingers. There wasn't even a name to call him by. By the end of this, he could no longer remember it, being referred more often as "beast" or "it".

It was a life of being locked away and dragged around, fitted tightly in a small, damp room or a cage. Only after he came of age was he able to prove his worth. Unraveling the true potential of that beaststone he kept close. A beast whose size and stature humans might find intimidating; the merchant that had raised him only found it useful. With threats of pain and torture coupled with the iron chains binding his arms, the boy obeyed. Like a little pet. Playing the guard dog and using force and violence in the name of his human master. Still, it was better than being in a cage the entire time. He'd kill and hunt obediently just so long as he wasn't confined. Gods help him, he was fortunate enough to befriend a little girl during one of his master's escapades. Sitting outside and guarding the merchandise was always so boring. Just talking to someone was...something he wasn't used to.

"What big ears you have..."

And yet despite their differences, she was kind to him. Kindness and innocence he hadn't known for many years suddenly warmed the wolfskin's cold, sheltered heart. He'd become thoughtless, the very thing his master had strived to create. Fearful and broken, but she brought light into his hopeless world. Frequent visits to his post and he'd grown to be fond of the child very well. At one point she'd even given him a nickname. Lucy. No idea where she got it and it was a little feminine but even he knew it meant mutual attachment. Mutual attachment to an enslaved beast starved for a chance at freedom...and maybe revenge. It wouldn't be long until the small acts of kinship became too much for Luci. It was like luring a beast with a slab of meat. He had wanted more...he wanted out of that hell. There must be more beyond the length of those chains, right? Surely he was meant for something more. Even if it was just something meager, it was his life and he should have a say in how it went.

The day Luci broke free was something out of a nightmare. Fear bore a much more weighty hold than iron shackles, and once the wolfskin had slipped out of that hopeless trance, the physical boundaries were easy. Flesh was, incredibly soft and easy to maim; oh, but the notorious guard dog knew that already. It was just that, the flesh of his master had been so sweet. Just like the smell he had remembered long ago. A taste of meat; rare, off the bone and nourished...followed by a slight aftertaste of revenge. If only his master wasn't so reknowned, Luci would have had an easier time eluding the backlash that followed his escape. Throwing the merchant's band and their trade into disarray, it was mere child's play drifting off into the night, never to be seen. It was yet another regret...he didn't get to say goodbye to his only friend. Blame it on his lack of social graces or the eyes of the law gunning for his hide. Maybe it only meant he was fated to return to that city one day and find her...because to be quite frank he owed the girl his life... and his freedom. This would not be the end.

Freedom tasted surprisingly dry and arid, or maybe that was just because of how much time Luci had spent outdoors. Peaceful no doubt, but unnaturally quiet...boring even. Even though the man was free and had acknowledged that mind of his own he had no idea what to do with it. Simply put, what was fun and stimulating for him? Where were his goals? Curiosity. It was draining him. Lured Luci back to the city of man and let him blend in with their people. The sounds, scents, and tastes of the Nohrian capital, its humans, and whatever other trinkets they devise. So many interesting and exciting things he had been missing out on, and so many people both ill and well-mannered; he even had the honor of speaking with them. It made him happier. Happier until the whispers of a war brewing reached his awaiting ears. War? War was bad, right? It meant destruction for those tiny moments of happiness that graced him. Faces of people he both liked and hated fading to a pale, cold, color. Even the girl he met before--if war was left brewing, it'd swallow her too wouldn't it? Taking a part in a war Luci didn't want to begin, just as a means to an end.  It was just good...it was the right thing to do. Simple logic, but he was a simple-minded man. If anything, it meant the teeth and claws he was born with could be put to good use. Just anything...he just wanted to find a purpose in this world.

Voice: 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk3nDz… (Human form; "Leon S. Kennedy" from Resident Evil 6)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LfUP_… (Garou form; "Kindred: Wolf" from League of Legends) 

*both same VA

Trivia: 

• Cannot read nor write. He can talk but he's not very sociable or uh, charming . Very ill-educated and dense. Catch him giving you a dumb blank look half the time because he can't understand what you're saying or doing
• Occasionally speaks/responds in growls or grunts.
• Wildfire was started by human mages that wanted to smoke the wolfskin out and separate them for capture
• Still wears the shackles of his imprisonment as a reminder of his weakness. Also useful for whipping around because that stuff hurts
• His body is covered in scars from lashings. His face scar is from a blade against a not so compliant adversary of his late master. Wrists and ankles are marred from his cuffs, and neck is covered in scars and bruising too.
• He was separated at age 5, and trained to a guard dog from age 14 onwards. His escape was at the age of 20 and he spent the rest of those years wandering; living off the land like he wild animal he was, with occasional visits to the Nohrian capital.
• He smells a lot like outdoors and sometimes a wet dog...really needs a bath please. A legit one
• Name is a play off of Lucifer and he's somewhat inspired from Fenrir in Norse mythology. He doesn't remember his real name but he might one day~
• He loves kids because he thinks they’re all innocent and harmless, not to mention his background. If an adult proves themselves as good-natured it will take time but trust will eventually form. Think man’s best friend…he’s like a dog so convincing lies and coddling will sway him.
• Once he gets comfortable around someone he's a very mellow guy, but he's also cautious not to do anything rash since his aggression is both a coping and defensive mechanism. Mostly harmless if not provoked
• His garou/wolfskin form is rather slender and lean rather than bulky. Call it adaptation from being held captive and chained up like a dog. He CAN stand on two legs but he's more used to being a quadruped. Upper arms are longer than back legs. He's more agile than normal garous but I wouldn't say he's flexible. He prefers his human form because he isn't looked at like a monster, but the extra height and muscle helps a lot. STANDS at 8 feet (two legs) but on four legs he's bigger than a large horse.
• Really wants to go to cities and or villages with less discretion but fears being run out. Hood helps but those ears are really big. He likes the outdoors and open plains but cities are very interesting...
• Has little to no exposure to Hoshidans and just does as he's told
• the hell is alcohol
• Has one of the highest pain tolerances in the army. Catch him lying dead but not realizing it most of the time.
• His arcana is Death

RP:

I prefer lit but I don’t mind script for funsies or quick roleplays (especially events). I highly prefer Discord be it 1v1 or more but most likely if too many people are participating I’ll fade away. Don’t be shy to poke me in dms. Doesn’t hurt to approach. Honestly I'm a doof and weirdo so come at me

Refer to my comfort meme for any more details