Post by Jψηκσ on Feb 20, 2011 22:49:33 GMT -5
LUCIEN • "LUKE" • WHITE
my words are mistakes and my thoughts are unclean
the cider inside me it slides like a dream
my words are mistakes and my thoughts are unclean
the cider inside me it slides like a dream
FULL NAME • Lucien White
NICKNAMES • Luke
GENDER • Male
AGE • 23
BIRTHDAY • February 28
SEXUALITY • Hetero.
HAIR • bright red, long, and layered. usually in a pony-tail.
EYES • almond shaped. blue-green in color.
METAL AND INK • silver hoop in his left earlobe. no tattoos.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT • 5'11" ; 143lbs
ATTIRE • Luke only dresses in the finest of clothes, but in the messiest way. Typically, he will wear a white button down shirt(untucked), with a black suit jacket on top. He wears black slacks as a bottom, but does own a nice pair of jeans that he will wear once in a while. He has a pair of brown goggles that he wears on his head, just because it makes him look badass. His belt hangs low and can clip on pokeballs onto it. He carries around a black laptop bag, though the laptop he mistakenly left at his home.
GENERAL APPEARANCE • Luke's bright red hair was the product of reaaaally expensive hair dye. It was originally a light brown color, but he thought it did not fit his personality so he dyes it from time to time. It is long, and layered. He usually keeps his hair back in a ponytail, letting the layers frame his face. Luke's eyebrows are still the light brown color. His eyes are an almond shape, and the iris is a pretty blue-green color. His nose is straight, and his lips are thinner than he would like. His entire body is thin and lean. When he turns his neck, every tendon sticks out. His collarbones are prominent. The only real muscles he has are in his thighs and his biceps, other than that everything else is just thin. He stands tall, and proud. His skin is a beige color.
LIKES • alcohol, arts, being in control, different cultures, mystery novels, && women.
DISLIKES • arrogance from other people, boredom, "commoner" food, filth, && super-thin girls(they remind him of his sister).
STRENGTHS • ambitious, friendly(at times), good listener, loyal, && tactful.
WEAKNESSES • dangerous, rash, selfish, short-tempered, && unruly.
FEARS • failure && being controlled.
RELATIONSHIPS • Only to his close friends will Luke be loyal, otherwise he would have no qualms taking advantage of someone. He makes friends easily, but he will not trust them until he knows they have earned it. Enemies are made just as easily because of his spoiled nature. Luke likes women, and although he has never been in a serious relationship, he always likes to have a woman hanging all over him. While he was tending to his sister he would have his little flings, but none of them were ever noteworthy.
OVERALL PERSONALITY • When he is not pissed off, he is a rather friendly man with a good sense of humor. He knows how to have a good time, and will have a good time. He detests boredom, and since he lived in an estate all of his life, he figured out how to entertain himself. He likes to play pranks, and tease others, but usually it is all in good fun unless the other person deserves a beating.
Although Luke grew up as a spoiled brat, his experience with his sister has changed him into something a little more malicious. He cannot stand being controlled, and craves power and control over others. He does not want to let himself be destroyed by others, but he would not outright say it that way. Needless to say, he picks fights.
Luke still enjoys being the center of attention, and getting everything he wants. He is an arrogant fool a lot of the time, and is overly confident in his actions. However, he is not stupid. If he knows he will be outsmarted, or if he will fail, he does not go for the opportunity. When he does foresee that he will win, he will do everything he can. If needed to, he will manipulate and lie. One of his worst fears is failing, and when he does fail he takes it to heart.
His goal in Cheyenne is topretty much be the master of the universeprove himself to be the best. It does not matter what it takes to get there. He will steal Pokémon. He just wants to make a name for himself and be a powerful trainer.
PARENTS • Charles White II, 50; Maria White, 48.
SIBLINGS • Charles White III, 30; Roman White, 28; Henry White, 27; Owen White, 25;Eve White, (died at age 10).
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS • ---
HISTORY • Luke was born into a rather large family. When he was born, he was the youngest of four children, all boys, and ever since birth he has been spoiled. He was practically born into royalty. His parents were both very well-to-do people. They own their very own large estate, complete with servants and gardens. Needless to say, Luke did not have a care in the world.
He was the kind of kid who would throw a tantrum and would not stop unless he got what he wanted. He was always a little resented by his older brothers because he always got his parents sympathy, and was always picked on because of it. Being a snot-nosed little kid, he would find leisure by pulling silly little pranks on his brothers and his servants. It started off by hiding their valuables, then to putting worms in their tea, and so on. He was definitely the scruffy one of the four children. This attitude worsened into his teenage years.
While his brothers went off to special schooling, or became Pokémon trainers, the eleven year old Luke wanted nothing more to be waited on hand and foot, dressed in the most expensive attire(then ruining it), and simply to be left alone now that he was going through his pre-teenage angst stage. As if matters were not worse, his mother was pregnant, and they were awaiting another White child. This time, it was a girl.
Luke did not know how to react to having a younger sibling, since he was so accustomed to being the one spoiled child, but months passed as if they were a blur and the child was born. It did not help that they had a ten year age gap, either. Her name was Eve. The first couple years, Luke just scoffed at it as if it was another object. It was only a screaming, pooping toddler, but she had something about her that shined brightly. The Pokémon in the gardens were drawn to her like an oddish using sweet scent, and Luke was curious as to why they liked her over him.
The luster Eve had was that she was slowly dying, and there was one Pokémon that stood out the most. A misdreavus she had befriended, by the name of Dre(pronounced Dree) because she could not pronounce the full name of his species. However, even though he was 16, Luke did not know of her condition, no one did, because when he and his parents found out it was too late. He found himself spending more time with her, and learned something was not right. Even though she was always moving, she barely slept, or ate, and she was rather frail.
Something was unsettling in his stomach. How had he not seen that something was wrong before? Other than her illness, he learned more things about her. She was a quiet girl, and very untrusting. He could tell she felt uncomfortable around him, but the more she pushed him away the more he wanted to know more. He learned she was interested in the arts, and as though he had something to prove to her, he had opened a box set of pastels, and attempted to create her self-portrait.
Bringing the picture to her, almost as a peace offering, she looked at it strangely. Dre was there, as if a judge, and she looked at Luke and smiled. The first genuinely kind gesture he had gotten from anyone in his family. Years passed, and he spent a lot of his time with her and Dre. Their art days became sporadic, and while they both improved significantly since she has accepted him, she just became too weak to even pick up a pencil. She would not accept the help of her servants, but instead turned to Dre and Luke. She was ten by now, and instead of playing in puddles, she spent her time breathing lightly in bed. It did not take long for her disease to take a hold of her.
Luke and Dre both sat at her bedside, waiting for her to prop up and say “I’m all better!”, but it never happened. They both walked into her room one early morning, only to find her breathing scant. Luke screamed for servants, for someone, but it was too late. She took her last breath, and Dre hovered over her solemnly. Luke ran to her bedside, and began to shake her, begging her to wake up. The tears spilled down his cheeks like a waterfall, now realizing that the one person who did not treat him like another spoiled rich kid was gone. Eve, who was only ten years old, passed away.
Cause of death? Anorexia.
No one saw it coming, and even though he spent the last years of her life with her, he did not even notice how emancipated she was. In the weeks following her death, he had spent his time alone, in his room. When he was not reading a novel, then ripping it to shreds in anger, he was setting fire to the drawings he had drawn with her. He did not eat and his dreams were plagued by dreams of her. During this mourning process, he did not see Dre either.
Until one night Luke woke up in a puddle of cold sweat, staring deep into the face of the misdreavus. At first he tried swatting it away, but instead the misdreavus tried to reason with him. They had both lost the one person who saw them for what they really were. They both lost a best friend, and Dre wanted to stay attached. At first, Luke was reluctant to the idea. He wanted to erase his memory of her; he wanted to forget. After a while he opened up to the idea. He and Dre reconnected as kindred spirits who lost someone important to them
The next two years were a blur. Luke was mostly a zombie, but he had Dre to help him through it. Instead of getting angry, he began to wonder what the onset of her anorexia could be. She was not morbidly obese, nor should she ever feel that way. It puzzled him to the point where he began to observe the estate himself.
Periodically, Luke would watch the butlers and maids and cooks. The idea had finally struck him. Every one in this household had a mundane routine. There was no freedom, instead it seemed like a prison. Meals were served at the exact same times each day, the butlers made their routes. It was so scheduled that the servants even had certain conversations reserved for certain times.
There he had it, and now he felt disgusted by the entire idea. No wonder Eve had turned to the arts; no wonder she strayed from everyone else in the estate. It took him 22 long years to figure out that his lifestyle was what killed his sister. No wonder she destroyed herself searching for freedom, even at such a young age.
In a fit of rage, Luke began to pack up his belongings, and ended up scratching his face while throwing an incense holder at his mirror. The shard flew back towards him, deeply cutting him just under his left eye. He now has a scar from it. Dre, the misdreavus, tried to stop him, urging him to stay in memory of Eve, but Luke had screamed his conclusion in his face. Long, drawn out minutes followed, and Dre asked Luke if he could join him. Luke was reluctant, but gave in. In the middle of the night, Luke fled the estate where he would never have to live another day with a schedule. He began to travel with the money he had, and spent his time doing rather silly things. He stole the Pokémon of people who were either jerks, or were so weak they could not control them.
Luke never kept the Pokémon he stole, but instead released them. He really had no business doing this, but it passed the time until he traveled to Cheyenne. He had heard rumors of Team Death, good and bad, but Luke got the gist of it. They wanted power. If Luke got that power, he would never have to live another tedious day of his life. Dre was hesitant to the idea, but went along with it. Luke decided he would never let anyone or anything control his life, because he knew he would be destroyed like his sister had.
OTHER • He would like to start out with Dre, the misdreavus. I hope his background is sufficient enough.