LUCILLE AUGUSTUS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | TWENTY-THREE |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
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POSTS |  4 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 9, 2015 23:38:23 GMT -5 ♔
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Lost Shadow twenty-three ● male ● asimi » ALIASLuci - This was actually what people started calling him in an attempt to shorten his name from being a mouthful. Mier - He had fond memories using this name, his mother used it as a sort of pet name for him as a child. Crimson - He earned this name back when he still served in army for the unnatural coloration of his hair. Nathaniel Ardién Aries - His current alias, the one he uses should he need to interact with people. » SEXUALITYPansexual » ALIGNMENTChaotic Neutral » POSITION clansman From the moment he saved him from his impending death he was given a reason by the Silver king to live on, another purpose other than being a tool for his father or the Vasiliás army. He was the sole reason as to why he took the offer to join the moment Arthur laid it out for him. He serves as Arthur’s guard as well as his messenger.
» THE LIKESCold desserts, warm bread, cold nights, moonlights, the fresh scent of the forest, sweet honey, herbal teas, late night walks, quiet areas, Arthur and the Lucienta's. » THE LOATHESSummer days, being called a child, anything mentioning his lack of...height, bitter melons, goat meat, cats, perverts, being mistaken for a woman, idiots, arrogance, meaningless fights. » OCCUPATION(S)MERCENARY During the long years the war finally fell on its last legs and the life he knew was swept under the current of the sea Lucille took to travelling, forgoing his identity as the heir of the Augustus how he wandered around as a harmless vagabond. He did this for a few decades until the need for gems finally caught the self-imposed recluse, he had to find cash...and fast before he finally runs out and starves out in the streets. Not that he hasn’t sleep in the streets before... but having nothing jingling in his pockets bothered the lad, it took the boy a month before he was able to secure a contract. For once he was actually thankful for that war, it’s the sole reason to how he was desensitized to death when he saw it from to day basis serving in the army of the Vasiliás. BOUNTY HUNTER If there isn’t any fresh contracts hanging around he had to be practical, so it was logical for him at that time to hunt down those who’s faces marked the wanted posters. Those who’s heads were marked for pickings. A bounty hunter... a killer hunting another killer, he smirked at the irony while shaking his head at the decisions he sometimes makes. PHYSIQUE AND PERSONALITIES | | |
» FACE CLAIM[i]Apollo[/i] from [b]olimpos[/b] - @ama» HEIGHT, WEIGHT AND BODY BUILDOnce in his life his father wished to the divines that his only sole heir would develop a physique worthy of a son of a general in the king’s army. Sadly that wasn’t meant to be, the gods willed the boy to inherit the willowy slender frame of his mother. This wasn’t part of his father’s plan, akin to his mother figure Lucille possessed a slender, lean physique, long slender legs and a thin wiry frame devoid of muscles no matter how deviant his father got into his physical regiment. His metabolism just...wouldnt allow it. He had the appearance of a girl, except he wasn’t even a female. He shares the same pearl white skin his mother silently parades throughout the manor lacking any serious marring aside from a few scars here and there as a ruffian little boy who gets into the silly of troubles. He stood at a height of five feet and nine inches and weight a light weight of one hundred forty. » SCENT(S)The scent of pines mixed in with the musty scent of dew in the early morning sunrise. » HAIR AND EYESHe’s definitely his mother’s child, right down to the color of their eyes portraying the deep forest located in Asimi island, it’s the same forest green shared by the trees growing in his mother’s native land. His hair, was the only thing he inherited from his father. A fiery red, taking the appearance of the flames that burn through the hearth on a cold winter’s morning, long and unhindered by the use of restrains it falls down to the middle of his back in slow silky waves, it reminded his father of the color of blood by the way the sunlight illuminated it. » DISTINGUISHED FEATURE(S)If you exclude his bright ruby colored hair, the boy carries an effeminate physique furthered enhance by his cherubic shaped face devoid of any sorts of facial hair, On his back however the stings of war still ran deep, there once his shirt is a remove there's a long straight scar running from his axel down his spine as if someone ran a burning sword through his back. He still remembers it, the reminder is there. » PIERCING(S)Both of his ears are pierce as tradition by every noble clan but during the years he managed to add two more on his right ear as his symbol of the freedom he barely has. » POSITIVE TRAITSCharismatic, bold, creative, perceptive, sharp, intelligent, strategic, resourceful, adventurous, sociable, adaptive » NEGATIVE TRAITSDetached, secretive, lost in thought, blunt, rebellious, stubborn, trickster, tempestuous. Life hadn’t been kind to Lucille, from his birth to early childhood the boy saw far more things a child should for his age. Born into the noble house of Augustus, his shoulders grew heavy with the heavy expectations his father loomed over his head. He couldn’t say anything, do anything other than meekly obey the older man. At an early age his father instilled the notion that everything he does is for the benefit for the family. He questioned those as soon as it left his father’s mouth which earned him a slap to face. With each milestone, it shaped Lucille’s personality, showed him that the world was a harsh place that if he wanted to survive he had to fight for his right. That was the mindset his father set for him. He acted it to please the man, everything he did was... clear concocted act to save his skin. At this point, in his mind he stopped questioning just how he really was. Lucille is a man who saw blood drip from as early as five, forced to watch an execution by his father in his belief would strengthen his child’s resolve. It did the opposite, it scarred him that day. He present’s s smile but questions its authenticity. He’s a man who in all retrospect hides his true self behind the mask of a charismatic individual who possessed a tongue as slicked as silver. To this day he shuddered reminiscing the past because all it ever brought him was a crumbled heart of what his hands had done. » CLAN MARKAs a member of the silver clan it would be wrong to assume he doesnt have his own mark. He does, it's located at back of his neck securely covered by bandages and his hair being an added security. » SECRETSThe boy has a lot of secrets, he walked in them for almost as long as he could remember. From the days of the first war in which he was enlisted, forced by his own father to partake in the bloodbath for the sake of prestige. There was a girl he met, ever since then Lucille had been smitten by the charm of his adopted sister... unfortunately, he didn’t have the guts to pursue anything until she died which had been one of the many regrets he has to bear. The last... are the souls he personally slaughtered in the war, he knew deaths were going to happen but it didn’t make the burden any lesser. "The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to command" | | THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY VIXEN |
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LUCILLE AUGUSTUS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | TWENTY-THREE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Demisexual |
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JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 4 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 9, 2015 23:42:16 GMT -5 ♔
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LOST SHADOW CHAOTIC NEUTRAL ● CLANSMAN ● SILVER CLAN  Once upon a time he dared hope, when his eyes still held the faint glimmer of innocence that held a certain level of naivety towards the world he lived in. He lived by the hope of his mother’s tales of a peaceful land surrounding in a never ending veil of security and peace. He felt deep inside he knew of it but was too young to recall such intricate details of the land he was born in.
His tale was a concocted plan spear headed by the goddess of fate. All she needed was to tweak a few people into her grand scheme. His mother he reckoned was chosen by fate that day she was presented to his father as a potential bride by her family, there was no fancy tales of first love meeting under the stars or bumping into each under in the busiest streets in one of other cities. Their meeting was purely out of necessity. A way for two houses to join as allies, their marriage was completely a political one. Yet Chamo tried to make due of the situation. She did her best to get along with the older man whom was now to be her husband. They were married before summer hit, and by the start of fall she conceived Lucille nine months later he came to the world as a screaming babe.
He had an heir, joy couldn’t begin to express what Armedeus felt he had all these grand schemes fueling his mind on how his boy should act, how he should be in the future. And he would be there to make sure his boy was the perfect image of the son he had in his mind. Lady fate smirked, moving her hand so gently caressing the stone wheel in her possession. Lucille had it all under his small hands, he had the attention of his father who viewed him as a replacement. He viewed him as a personal tool to maintain his plans. From the day he could walk and talk his father began feeding his mind his beliefs, he tried to veered his personality into something ideal for the heir of a general unfortunately Lucille proved to be just as resilient as his mother, he was his own person a free spirited bird that wouldn’t bow down to anything. Armedeus wanted to fix that problem,
He called it... training for the real world, he would beat his child for the smallest mistakes at the beginning age of five his mother tried to stop him, ending in verbal battles between his parents that scarred the boy to no return. There were days he recalled crying himself to bed before he his father barging into the room to give the boy a slap for weeping. He was a man and a heir to a great house his father would say. There was no room for him to rebel against the wishes of the man. He had no choice in the matter he began adapting a mask in order to please his him. Even to the end he wanted his father’s acceptance but life thought him to be realist as a child. He wouldn’t get it. He questioned everything his father did which earned him the man’s ire.
Throughout all this...he only had his saint of a mother to keep him afloat.
He remembered once, at the age of five when he first took to learning the way of the swords. His father took him to a public executions of a criminal trialed for merely taking a loaf of bread. He forced him to look as a executioner’s blade made contact with the man’s neck and blood splattered onto the pavement. His goal was to desensitize his boy to death it only scarred the boy for life. He planned for him to be a soldier, he tried instilling the values of death and glory into him. But the boy’s laid back demeanor and peaceful insights collided against those plans. Armadeus wasn’t a man to just give up yet, he will have his perfect heir.
His saintly mother had no choice but to watch her child go through harsh physical training under the scrutinizing stare of her husband. Day by day, he saw his child take on more of his wife’s features, his slender frame, to the long hair he didn’t bother to cut. He... was appalled at the thought of his status being tarnished by having to present such a feminine looking boy. He upped his training in hopes he might grow some meat in him but... his body rebelled against his wishes as well. The boy was born to be a rebel against the man.
He didn’t have the time to be a boy that he was, he didn’t have the time for a childhood his mother wanted to remedy this, and she did it in such a way to get back at her husband for the cruelty he’s doing to her child. This plan came in the form of a petite girl dressed in garbs from the country. She met him this way, the person whom he began to learn the word ‘cherish’ her name was Annabella and she was to be his personal maid. They got along well, she thought him games aside from those board games his father forces him to play. She taught him how to run around and collect insects and other things boys should know. It didn’t please his father that it made his rebellious side prosper but he could do nothing to the girl, public image and all that and the daring look his wife gave him would only fuel whatever plan she had in her mind if he did anything. He was eleven at that time, and she was 9...
At the age of fifteen he was forced by his father to enlist in the army just as all the boys in their family did by tradition. There he learned how to survive, his father’s teachings only made sure he lived towards the next day. From there he learned his calling towards dual wielding, he... ironically failed in terms of handling a two handed weapon but the boy proved to be a natural in terms of wielding two separate swords, he was teased constantly for his feminine physique which lead him to a develop a distaste for being called feminine. For the next few years he was thrown into training after training, rarely allowed to visit his father made sure he spend his days honing his blade. Not like he had a choice the man was a tyrant in the army especially towards his own kid.
At the age of nineteen he finished his training and was assigned to the 24th battalion in the king’s army. They dealt mostly with city patrols and the rare border look outs. That time he was finally allowed to relax back in the estate, his father being pleased for once that the boy managed to get into the army but it still wasn’t enough he found his solace in the company of Anna. She held her sanity with the letters she sent him during those years in training. He hated it, the thought of having slaughter someone without a palpable reason appalled the young man but his father held different views than his child did.
Time flowed quickly she’s seventeen now Annabelle truly did grew to be a stunner from the runt that her mother brought to be his maid. His adopted little sister turned heads and he was forced to rethink his views in creating a ditch to drop bodies in. He was twenty then just returning from having to patrol the border lines when she came to bid her farewells. She told him she was going to visit her family over at the next hamlet. He hesitated, he felt he shouldn’t allow him but he wrapped something around his neck without him noticing by the time he noticed he saw the same pendulum that once hang around on her neck. She told him to keep it he was about to refuse but Annabelle wouldn’t be denied. She’ll be back that’s what she said but he never got over the feeling of dread knotting at his stomach.
Two weeks, still no news of her, he was well prepared to go after her when a messenger arrived bearing the news of a bandit attack that wiped out a small hamlet by the east. His heart sunk, but still he held a tiny bit of hope she was alright. His brigand was sent to investigate the disaster what he saw made him dashed for the nearest bush to puke. His father prepared him to see death but nothing prepared him to see something of this magnitude. Buildings lay strewn about, burning piles of rubble sent hot black smoke rising into the fair day skies. It was the stench that got him of burned corpses and rotting mutilated ones left strewn over the grounds for the crows to eat. The smell made him sick but he steeled his face as he roamed around. He wished he stayed put by the rest of his teammate. From one of the rubble he saw an arm protruding, it was burnt, as though his touch wound render it to ask. His stomach began to churn when he noticed the familiar bracelet it had on it wrist... pale amethyst gems covered in sot glinted back at him. He couldn’t deny it any longer his sister figure was dead.
This was the first death he experience that was so close to heart. He felt numb like nothing could awaken him from stupor. He began to move mechanically, moving the fallen beams off the carcass he felt nothing as he dug the grave of the person he never thought he had to bury with his own hands. That experienced changed him, it rendered him reserved and distant. He rarely joked or spoke for a few months he threw himself into the training his regiment was forced to undergo in... for what? For the sake of closing the gaping wound in his heart, you could say he lost his heart.
Three years after her death, his regiment was scouting around for a bandit camp terrorizing a nearby town. He was a assigned as a scout due to his talent with his bow and his nimble form. While they were walking they fell right into an ambush, the damn bastards found out they were coming. Unfortunately they were only five of them and ten men while the rest were stationed back at camp. Suicidal number? The odds were against them... but still they fought he remembered puncturing a man’s head with his arrow, the harsh sound of swords clashing with another. War wasn’t even half as bad as this. Seven down, and only two of them remain a new recruit tossed at them a couple months ago and him were the only ones remaining against three men. He was already heavily injured, his back slashed open dripping down his life’s blood on the ground. His visions began to grow hazy but Lucille stood his ground he would be damn if he was going down here without a fight. Might as well drag a few of them down to hell with him.
He told the boy to run, to get away while he can. The boy hesitated, his legs shook from under him. Aerith as they call him didn’t want to die here yet... he was shaking when fear gripped him as he ran for his dear life leaving Lucille to fight by himself. He was a dead man already, why bother dragging a second soul to the mix. He stood his ground against three assailants using the final strength he had left he managed to slaughter two before the last fled. He didn’t give chase, he let him ago seeing no reason to go after a man just to kill him.
It was done, he watched the man vanished into the thicket of trees as he his legs buckled, he collapsed on the blood soaked ground, his eyes were barely opened as his mind played his memories. It was true, when youre dying you do get flashbacks of your life. He did...all the time he remembered when he tried to tell his views to his father. That there was an alternate route rather than the endless bloodbath, his father called him a weak willed fool for it. He gurgled a chuckle, then maybe he was a fool.
Life was just about to ebb from his eyes when he heard the fading steps coming for him. The grim reaper? His hazed mind tried to force his blurring sight to look to see a man walking towards him. His figure obscured by the blur in his eyesight caused by the lack of blood flowing on his brains. The stranger knelt down to him, he closed his eyes. Figuring the man was just here to witness a death. But then the man spoke, “Do you want to live?” He asked him. Lucille wanted to scoff, tell him he was already dying but something compelled him to answer, opening his eyes with the remainder of his strength he whispered a weak. “Yes.” The promptly passed out.
He must have survived since the next time he woke up was inside an in, covered in bandages from his neck to his chest, he groaned as he tried to sit up and shake away the numbness in this mind when a hand stopped him. He looked up to see the visage of the man he would come to call as his king. Arthur Lucienta. He was... more than a bit confused on how come he was still breathing but he calmly waited there was a serenity in this person that he couldn’t help but feel comfortable too. They talked, he found out he enjoyed talking to him, listening to his ideals made him rethink of the times he told his father about those lines. It was all coming back to him... then man gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse. And he didn’t, he took the offer to join the silver clan.
Serving his king gave him a new insight in life, as soon as he was able he followed him back to the island of Asimi, he could finally experience the stories his mother related to him in her time growing up around the island. He looked like a child who stepped into the beach for the first time in his life. He must have amused Arthur with it he really didn’t pay attention until they finally arrived to the Lucienta’s estate. During his time there he met both Aurora and Tier, Arthur’s younger sister and his friend. He felt a pang murder his healing heart. Looking at Aurora he could see a bit of Anna in there. He tried to ignore and go on with his duties, eventually he began opening up to them. Joking around Aurora he tried acting like his former self, it wasn’t easy with the memories still threatening to murder him but he persevere just to make the young lady smile, albeit... that young lady was... in blunt terms older than him.
Lady fate carried a fascination in making his life a miserable hell.
A storm was brewing over the skies he could sense it, the cold dread that once foretold a death was back in the pit of his stomach. The unsettling feeling made him uncomfortable and so did the missive from his father summoning him back to the estate. His mother had apparently taken ill... he didn’t want to leave the island nor did he want to leave Arthur’s side. He made that mistake once he wasn’t too keen on doing it again. But he told him to do. Outright ordered him to go when he voiced his disagreement... Lucille couldn’t disobey an order from his king. So he left, unknowing it was going to bite him back for centuries to come. He wasn’t even half way out of the territory when the feeling grew stronger. He hesitated but he turned back to return to Asimi, he told himself he was just going to check that’s all then quietly sneak back to return to zold... He wasn’t even half day through the paths when he saw smoke burning through the location of Lucienta’s estate. Panicked he ran, foregoing all other care over his person just to get to his king.
Pretty stupid really... for a soldier to dismiss his surroundings spelled trouble. He saw the group laying waste to the place that brought him security... he was downright pissed. Worry and anger clouded his mind as he tried to fight his way through the mess when one managed to stab him on his chest. His eyes widened, before everything went black.
He woke up a few weeks later in the home of the old gardener that look care of the lucienta’s grounds.From the man he found out what happened, they were all gone. Aurora, Arthur no one survived... just like that he felt the remainder of his heart just shatter against the truth. His king was gone and he was... in all blunt truth unrecognizable to anyone of his friends if they had survived. At this point he had to be logical and assumed they didn’t...
He couldn’t even visit the ruins, or the grave of his king feeling himself as unworthy for what had happened. He felt the need to vanish... to collect his thoughts and figure out a way to return to normal. That night Lucille vanished, never to be heard from again...
For centuries he took to traveling, never staying in one place and often changing his identity every few weeks or so, no one paid attention to a vagabond right? And unknown in society he exploited their views and made sure he was nothing more than a wandering shadow. The shadowlands became his home, he turned into a hermit you could say hiding away for god knows how long.
It was during this century however that... changed his perspective over his dreary existence.
When he stumbled upon him. The stench of blood prevalent on his small frame, but that wasnt what attracted the young silver's attention it was the fact the boy, managed to get himself entangled with a lurker. Now he had two choices, follow his father's code and walk away or... risk his own hide to help the man before he becomes a gourmet course for the beast. Lucille picked option B when he pulled out his bow and arrow and fired a shot to distract the beast before grabbing the boy, he told him one thing. "Run like mad pal, or we're dinner." And he ran, by mercy of the gods they lost the beast. He plopped on the ground, exhausted from the rush of adrenaline that kept him going in their venture before he sat up. He was the first person he got to talk too in weeks, from there he found out his name. Raziel. He could have left the boy now that he wasnt in danger of being eaten but something made the boy stay. And stayed he did for nearly a year before one day from the shadows of the forest he watched him assist a group from a band of killers. All he could do was stay in the shadows and watch the entire scene. Blue clan... he noted from their aura, it had been so long since he allowed himself the privilege to watch something like this. And apparently they captured his little friend. His eyes however went wide when he watched Raziel collapse, he tried willing his body to move but at the price of revealing himself he forced himself to merely stay in the shadows as they picked up his prone body. His instincts told him he would be fine, his presence would just deter him from getting aid. So that day he left, vanishing in the dark foliage of the shadows.
| TIMELINE
0 years old
>> Born in the island of Asimi
1-5 years old
>> Father conditioning him to be his heir,
>> Began to receive corporal punishments at age four
>> Started learning swordsplay and other academic subjects
11 years old
>> Met Annabelle
15 years old
>> Was forced to join the army
19 years old
>> Finished his training, was finally allowed to return home to the estate.
20 years old
>> Annabelle dies,
23 years old
>> Found and saved by Arthur after being gravely wounded
>> Joins the Silver clan
>> Three years later the Lucienta's were massacred in cold blood, tried to find Arthur but was gravely injured,
>> Found out about Arthur's death when he woke up a few weeks later.
>> Went underground for a few decades.
>> Met Raziel centuries later after assisting him in his... lurker problem.
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 » SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE- MOTHER: Chamomilea De Angelo - 40 - Deceased - a native of asimi she met her husband on one of her excursions outside of the island.
- FATHER: Armadeus Caelum Augustus - 45 - Deceased - House head of house Augustus a noble house in Zold
- Maid/Adopted sister: Annabella Ulysses - 17 - Deceased - His bestfriend, and partial crush until he adopted her as a little sister of sorts.
- Former king: Arthur Aer Lucienta - 35 - Deceased - The former king of the silver clan. He saw the man as his savior for saving him all those years ago as well as brother figure. Though he wouldnt dare admit the last one... He'd gladly offer his life for his king but now that he passed, the boy felt guilt ridden for his death when he could have fought for him if he hadnt been ordered to head out that day.
» INVENTORYErebos and Fortune
During his days in the army Lucille fancied himself as a dual wielder. His favorite choice were his two swords. Custom made just to fit his style he gave them the name Erebos, for the jet black hilted katana, silvery metal contrasting deep against the black handle as a dragon painstakingly carved on the blade. While the second one, fortune a stark contrast to its brother blade it’s hilt was pure white, as freshly fallen snow wrapped around in a red silk cloth it gleaming metal carved with the image of a rising phoenix. | Evangelion
The day he left for war under his father’s orders was the day his mother gifted this bow to him to act as his protector. It belonged to her once, from a time long forgotten and now she passed it onto him. Evangelion is a low bow intricately crafted out of a hard bluish material said to be gathered only every twenty years. The material itself a dense light weight ore prized in crafting rare bows. The grip itself was another material made from hard yew fitted into the metallic frame of the bow. Around each limb they painstakingly carved a pattern of wings seemingly descending on the ground. During the years of his father’s training regiment, as horrible as he was with the claymore and other two handed swords he found a certain calling when it comes to long range weaponry. | Sapphire crystal pendulum
She gave him this you know, he still saw the scene through his mind’s eye. Her cheery face as she presented this gift to him. She told him it was a heirloom in her family and that she was giving it to him as a gift. Lucille was both shocked and stunned at the same time that he lost the words he wanted to say. He wanted to refuse, but he relented seeing the gentle glow burning like embers in her eyes. He finally accepted, a few days later...she was massacred when an enemy platoon lay siege to the village she was visiting. He never truly forgiven himself, he kept this pendulum as one of his prized possessions. His only linked to the person he viewed as a sibling in all but blood.
During the years it helped him countless of times as he learned to use the gem as a medium. Apparently the gem was capable in acting as a conduit to his aura. To this day he likes to think its Annabella’s way of keeping watch over him.
| Medical Kit
Normal things you’d find in a first aid kit are the only thing he has in there, gauze, cloth to clean the blood, numerous herbs and medicines of various effects some wood to make slings out of and some strong whisky to act as a disinfectant, some needles and thread. As well as various sharp knives should... the need arise to use them Lucille has some medical knowledge, enough to keep himself alive to see a doctor. Being a battle medic tends to...give people practice. |
Command: Gravitational Pull
Since ancient times the silver clan’s abilities bore a unique likeness to the lunar. It’s power to manipulate the gravitational pull and the long going association the moon had with healing. Two powers that the silver clan prides themselves in. Lucille gained the ability to utilized these gifts the day he accepted the invitation of the silver king.
Each member had their own take with their use of the aura. Lucille isn’t any different, after all no same person is the same in their expertise. His ability centers around the concept of ‘attract and repel’ Lucille has the ability to attract objects around him by shifting the gravity around them, changing their weight or their mass and use them as potential projectiles.
Using this skill of his demands great concentration on his part as well as the will power and energy his body can produce.
| Command: Regeneration
Just like every member in the clan Luci’s gifted with the ability of regeneration, healing in better terms. Every member has their unique take on their abilities Luci is no different, his ability centers on using his aura as a medium to guide and accelerate cells to regenerate at a certain area of a person’s body, speeding up recovery a lot quicker than what it would normally take. With this he’s able to mend bones and sew close certain wounds. And even manipulate their cells to recover from certain ailments at the price of his energy.
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AGE | VERY OLD! |
GENDER |  Female |
SEXUALITY | NEITHSEXUAL |
STATUS | Married |
JOB(S) | NEITH'S HUSBAND |
POSTS | 1 |
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