Post by lucian on Dec 6, 2011 21:52:03 GMT
Oh, lie to me, it's the new poetry
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Lucian • Columbus • Zedock
Age »» Five-hundred and ninety-three
Gender »» Male
Species »» Werewolf
Sexuality »» Straight
Occupation »»Retired – makes watches as a hobby.
Face Claim »» Pandora Hearts – Jack Vessalius
Powers »»
Lucian is a fairly powerful werewolf. What he lacks in strength he makes up for in speed and timing. After lots of battle and training, when in combat everybody else seems to move slowly to him. It’s not that he can slow down time or anything, nor move fast enough to make it seem like he’s teleporting, he’s just skillfully able to predict an enemy’s move. He doesn’t get caught up in the moment like most other people – he carefully constructs plans and keeps a calm attitude during combat.
In human form he has the basic enhanced senses just like every other werewolf, and is fairly strong too, but what really makes him special is his speed. In werewolf form he grows nearly two feet taller. His fangs are about eight inches and his claws are five inches. His claws are just like every other werewolf’s where they give off a special acid that can easily burn through organic materials. The super speed he has in human form is more surprising in his werewolf form. His strength is also increased of course, but he isn’t nearly as strong as most werewolves. His speed though, that’s something he can brag about.
His mouth also has the same properties as the rest of the werewolves. In human form his saliva has healing properties. Then in werewolf and his full-wolf form he can use his fangs to burn any werewolves who would just so happen to get into a fight with him. Then, last but not least, he can convert humans into werewolves. But that’s just disgusting, why would he want to do such a thing?
Now, the last of his abilities is the fact that he can transform into a full-wolf. When in this form, he is slightly smaller than the average wolf and also weaker. He really has no useful traits in his full-wolf form except for the fact that his unimaginable speed becomes faster. He’s weaker than in both human and werewolf form, but his speed is more than both combined then doubled. His speed could even be called just down-right cheating or unfair. However, he almost never uses this form. His body is weak and fragile. A single direct punch would be enough to break a bone or just injure him badly enough to cause him to no longer be able to fight. For this reason, he mainly fights in his werewolf form.
To summarize, he’s weaker than pretty much every Werewolf in terms of strength, but his speed is almost unmatchable. Even so though, he’s not unbeatable. Once he usually starts to get hit often in a fight he starts to lose his cool and begins getting panicky at which point he can’t think straight and formulate plans to out-maneuver his opponents. It’s at times like that where he relies on just brute strength to win, but alas, he barely has any. Sure, he could win a fight against a human with brute strength but against a demon, vampire, or another werewolf, he’d be screwed. As long as he can manage to not get hit though, he’s alright. His full-wolf form is only useful for cowardly fleeing from combat, but he doesn’t do that. Other than his speed, he’s really just another werewolf – an inferior werewolf even. Just don’t challenge him to a race or a non-straight-up-fist-fight and you’ll be alright.
In human form he has the basic enhanced senses just like every other werewolf, and is fairly strong too, but what really makes him special is his speed. In werewolf form he grows nearly two feet taller. His fangs are about eight inches and his claws are five inches. His claws are just like every other werewolf’s where they give off a special acid that can easily burn through organic materials. The super speed he has in human form is more surprising in his werewolf form. His strength is also increased of course, but he isn’t nearly as strong as most werewolves. His speed though, that’s something he can brag about.
His mouth also has the same properties as the rest of the werewolves. In human form his saliva has healing properties. Then in werewolf and his full-wolf form he can use his fangs to burn any werewolves who would just so happen to get into a fight with him. Then, last but not least, he can convert humans into werewolves. But that’s just disgusting, why would he want to do such a thing?
Now, the last of his abilities is the fact that he can transform into a full-wolf. When in this form, he is slightly smaller than the average wolf and also weaker. He really has no useful traits in his full-wolf form except for the fact that his unimaginable speed becomes faster. He’s weaker than in both human and werewolf form, but his speed is more than both combined then doubled. His speed could even be called just down-right cheating or unfair. However, he almost never uses this form. His body is weak and fragile. A single direct punch would be enough to break a bone or just injure him badly enough to cause him to no longer be able to fight. For this reason, he mainly fights in his werewolf form.
To summarize, he’s weaker than pretty much every Werewolf in terms of strength, but his speed is almost unmatchable. Even so though, he’s not unbeatable. Once he usually starts to get hit often in a fight he starts to lose his cool and begins getting panicky at which point he can’t think straight and formulate plans to out-maneuver his opponents. It’s at times like that where he relies on just brute strength to win, but alas, he barely has any. Sure, he could win a fight against a human with brute strength but against a demon, vampire, or another werewolf, he’d be screwed. As long as he can manage to not get hit though, he’s alright. His full-wolf form is only useful for cowardly fleeing from combat, but he doesn’t do that. Other than his speed, he’s really just another werewolf – an inferior werewolf even. Just don’t challenge him to a race or a non-straight-up-fist-fight and you’ll be alright.
Appearance »»
Lucian is a very attractive man. He has medium-long shaggy blond hair on the sides of his head and even shaggier bangs. The hair in the back though is very long – reaching down to knees. He keeps the hair in the back braided and doesn’t really do anything with the hair on top of his head or on the sides. Even though he barely takes care of his hair though, it’s still beautiful and looks expertly done all the time. He has green eyes which are sometimes not visible if his bangs are covering them. His eyes are actually rather plain, but when you look into them it’s like you can get lost sometimes.
He’s usually seen wearing some sort of upper-class clothes such as a black dress suit or even clothes similar to that of the fashion in the Victorian-era. Of course, all of his Victorian-era clothes have a modern twist. It’s not like they’re actually from the Victorian-era themselves, they’re just replicas with a modern twist. He almost always has a white pair of gloves on no matter what he’s wearing. He is 6’2 in his human form and weighs around 190 pounds. Now, just because he’s over the average weight for a male doesn’t mean he’s chubby at all. He’s actually very slim. That extra weight comes from his muscles. Despite not being very strong, he’s slightly muscular. Not muscular enough that he has veins showing or abs or anything… well, maybe slightly-visible abs, but he’s just well-built. His weight is very evenly distributed.
In his werewolf form he is mostly white with some grey streaks going through his hair. He grows nearly two-feet taller, 7’9, and gains some 30 pounds of muscles and hair. In his werewolf form he actually looks very muscular, but it’s just for show. His hair is very shaggy and long in this form, you can’t even see his feet since his hair is usually covering them up. His hands are hardly visible too thanks to his long hair, only the tips of his claws can be seen sticking out from under the hair if he were to hang his arms straight down.
His full-wolf form is smaller than your average wolf, but not by much. He loses the grey-streaks that he has in his werewolf form and just becomes pure white. His hair is very… mangy in this form. He looks like a weak, malnourished dog that hasn’t been brushed in ages. Yet somehow his hair manages to stay the purest of whites. He also always carries around a very old-looking silver pocket watch with a very long and rusted-looking chain that hangs down to his knee.
Human form
Human form 2
Human form 3
Full-wolf form
He’s usually seen wearing some sort of upper-class clothes such as a black dress suit or even clothes similar to that of the fashion in the Victorian-era. Of course, all of his Victorian-era clothes have a modern twist. It’s not like they’re actually from the Victorian-era themselves, they’re just replicas with a modern twist. He almost always has a white pair of gloves on no matter what he’s wearing. He is 6’2 in his human form and weighs around 190 pounds. Now, just because he’s over the average weight for a male doesn’t mean he’s chubby at all. He’s actually very slim. That extra weight comes from his muscles. Despite not being very strong, he’s slightly muscular. Not muscular enough that he has veins showing or abs or anything… well, maybe slightly-visible abs, but he’s just well-built. His weight is very evenly distributed.
In his werewolf form he is mostly white with some grey streaks going through his hair. He grows nearly two-feet taller, 7’9, and gains some 30 pounds of muscles and hair. In his werewolf form he actually looks very muscular, but it’s just for show. His hair is very shaggy and long in this form, you can’t even see his feet since his hair is usually covering them up. His hands are hardly visible too thanks to his long hair, only the tips of his claws can be seen sticking out from under the hair if he were to hang his arms straight down.
His full-wolf form is smaller than your average wolf, but not by much. He loses the grey-streaks that he has in his werewolf form and just becomes pure white. His hair is very… mangy in this form. He looks like a weak, malnourished dog that hasn’t been brushed in ages. Yet somehow his hair manages to stay the purest of whites. He also always carries around a very old-looking silver pocket watch with a very long and rusted-looking chain that hangs down to his knee.
Human form
Human form 2
Human form 3
Full-wolf form
It's the language that we speak
Likes »»
»» Cooking food that he’s caught (humans included)
»» Tinkering with watches
»» Looking at the moon and stars
»» Buying the most useless of things just for the heck of it
»» Making people cry
»» Making people angry enough to want to fight him
»» Insulting people
»» Torturing people (both physically and mentally)
»» Fighting and killing
»» The stock market
»» Fixing and making watches
Dislikes »»
»» People who are nice
»» People who easily trust others
»» Anything that can breathe water
»» People who don’t like werewolves (even if they don’t know they exist)
»» Anything that smells fishy, literally.
Goals »»
»» Die in combat – hopefully by somebody faster than him
»» Kill everybody who doesn’t like werewolves
Habits »»
»» Random outbursts of sadist and usually pessimistic things followed by maniacal laughter
»» Looking too deeply into things
Phobias »»
»» Dog demons in their demon-dog form
»» Anything that lives in the ocean and is bigger than him
Overall Personality »»
Lucian is a very simple, blunt, straight-to-the-point sort of man. He doesn’t care who he is talking to, he’ll say what he thinks. It’s not that he does it to be disrespectful, just honest. But to him, if the person feels disrespected then it’s even better. He has a very sadistic personality. He loves seeing people in pain whether it’s physical or mental. It puts a smile on his face. If he were to walk by a dark alley and saw a group of men mugging and beating up some little kid, he’d just smile and keep on walking, maybe watch for a bit before walking on. He’s just a cruel person. He’s also very manipulative and good at getting others to do as he wants. To most he’d probably look either depressed or very neutral, but he’s really almost always in a good mood. He knows that the world is crap and full of horrible things… and he loves it. He’s actually almost always in a good mood despite rarely ever smiling. He is also a very pessimistic person when it comes to others. He has no confidence in anybody but himself. He can’t stand people who are nice or try to be his friend – they annoy him.
I've become numb
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Mother »»Genova Zedock (Unknown whereabouts)
Father »»Fredrick Zedock (Unknown whereabouts)
Siblings »» None
Pets »» None
History »»
Lucian was born in a Vermont forest in 3820. His mother and father were both werewolves. Despite living in a forest though they were rather… proper. They always dressed really nice and had lots of nice things. Anybody who saw them might have thought they had come straight from the 1800’s. Every day they would have lots of fancy food, tea, etc.. They lived in a small wooden shack in the forest that had a small nuclear bunker built into the bottom of it. They didn’t know who the cabin belonged to or why there was a nuclear bunker under it, but they didn’t care. The bunker served as storage space for all of their fancy clothes and food. They gave him the name “Lucian” simply because his mother thought that it sounded like a gentleman’s name. The biggest mystery of his childhood was where they got all their food from. There was a good amount of deer and other wild animals in the forest to hunt… but they always had that fancy food. About once a month his father would use an old hover-van and bring home several boxes of the food.
Life was good and quiet for a while. Something was troublesome though… There were hunters. Not just your normal hunters either. They were the type of hunters that you never hear about and the very few times you did hear of them, they were labeled as crazy men; the type of hunters who stalk down and kill creatures of the night such as themselves. There was a small independent pack of werewolves living in the same forest as them. Lucian had several friends in that pack… his only friends. One day when he went to meet them though… he found them dead, and the ones who died in their werewolf form had been skinned. It was the first of two times that he’d ever cry. They all had a plenty of bullet holes going through their bodies. He checked to see if any of them were alive, but they weren’t. He ran home as fast as he could but halfway there he bumped into his parents who were already on their way to him. Their house had been attacked while he was gone. Thankfully his parents both got away without any injuries; they even killed a couple of the hunters.
They didn’t know if the hunters belonged to a specific group or what; they had no idea who they were. They just knew that in order to stay safe, they’d have to move south. And so they did. They travelled south for a while before finally finding a good forest to live in. The scent of other werewolves lingered around the forest which was good – they weren’t alone. They didn’t want to be cut off from other werewolves, plus it meant that the hunters weren’t here… yet. They spent a day following the scents of the werewolves and finally found the pack. It was a small one, but they didn’t care. They weren’t planning on staying with them or anything – they just wanted some friends and information about the area. Lucian’s parents were always independent; they didn’t like living with non-family. Sure, some would consider a pack to be family, or just consider all other werewolves to be family, but not them. They also raised him to think this way.
They took up residence in a small cave that was only about 15 minutes away from where the pack would stay. His parents were very dissatisfied with how they no longer had lots of nice clothes or food; they actually had to hunt for their food now. He didn’t mind though - he actually enjoyed hunting. Finding a deer then taking it down with his own claws was always satisfying. But ever since he started hunting and killing his own food he started to have a… taste for blood. He began to want to always fight. He’d often challenge the werewolves who lived in the pack to have mock-fights with him. He lost most of the time though since he didn’t know how to actually fight somebody who was fighting back. Plus he wasn’t too strong either. All he was good at was getting distance from his enemies, aka running away.
At first they’d fight maybe once a week, and then it got to several times a week, then to the point where he wanted to always be fighting. He couldn’t get enough of it. He started causing serious fights and doing things which would cause the others to attack him. They got sick and tired of his games fast though. Eventually he was no longer allowed to visit the pack – his parents were very disappointed in his “rude” behaviors. It wasn’t how an almost two-hundred year old werewolf was supposed to act. Eventually he got bored of just hunting deer and staying in a small cave with his parents – he wanted gone. Life was too boring there.
Lucian got into a huge argument with his parents about wanting to leave. They were fully against it. It’s not that they were controlling or anything… they were afraid of losing him. They loved him so much but he couldn’t understand that. Or maybe he did but he just chose to not care, he still doesn’t know. Without his parent’s permission he left the cave that they lived in and headed south once more. Eventually he came across a rather nice place with a large forest behind it. He didn’t know what the town/city was called, but he didn’t care. He would watch humans from the shadows and studied what they did – they were very interesting to him. Some would even attack others for no reason in the dead of night. He loved watching them fight each other.
After a couple of weeks of visiting the town while living in the forest, a group of humans decided to attack him. They were just humans though – no match for him. He was able to beat them all within an inch of going unconscious very easily. They begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He kicked them and punched them until each one had slipped into unconsciousness. It was so fun. He wanted to do it again. He was sad when they stopped responding to his movements. He’d kick them in the chests and gut but no matter how much he did they wouldn’t wake up. He bent over to make sure they were still alive, and they were. No fun. Just as he was finally leaving a man approached him who saw the whole thing. The man said his name was “Leo” and that he had a deal for him. Lucian followed him on the promise of getting to fight as much as he wanted. He was led to an underground arena of sorts where humans would fight to the death. Fun.
For months he’d fight there, winning every time. Humans were no match for him. He even became a bit famous in the underground-fighting world. By this point he had killed nearly a hundred of his opponents – humans. Most of the people who came to the show to watch him mainly enjoyed watching what he’d do after he won. He could usually win a fight fairly quickly and leave the opponent alive, but once the enemy was down he wouldn’t stop. He’d kick, punch, strangle, and do all sorts of other things to his downed combatants. At the end of every match he’d have blood all over him.
All was well for several months until a new challenger had entered the arena to fight him. He knew that somehow this challenger wasn’t a human… She was also a female. He charged at her without giving it any further thought and he was swiftly dealt with. She was able to completely predict his movements and then delivered a single powerful punch to his chest which managed to break one of his ribs and fracture two others. With that single punch the fight was over in less than 10 seconds. He was ready for death. The woman, who was strangely beautiful walked over to him and stood over him. She placed her foot on his neck and pressed down hard enough that he couldn’t breathe. He blacked out in several seconds.
When he awoke he was in the forest with the same woman standing over him once more. He was… spared? He asked her what she thought she was doing and her reply was simply “You’re weak, but I want you anyways.”… he had no idea what the heck she was talking about. But he didn’t plan on leaving her anytime soon. She was a good opponent. Strong, beautiful, and not human; he still didn’t know what she was. After another several months of staying together she told him that she was a demon; more specifically, a demon that could turn into a giant towering dog. He didn’t quite believe her about that at first. Only werewolves could turn into canines, right? Wrong. Before his eyes in the forest she turned into a huge 20-foot tall red dog whose saliva could burn straight through trees. He was pretty shocked at that fact. He had a whole new level of respect… and fear, for her.
Weeks turned into months, months turned into years. They were together for nearly one-hundred years. Over that time the feelings between them grew stronger. She taught him how to fight, he taught her how to… well, let’s just say he was only the student and never the teacher. She was already perfect – he had nothing to teach her. The feelings of teacher and student grew to the feelings of love and admiration for each other. Well, at least that’s how he felt about her. He loved, respected, and feared her. He wanted to stay with her for the rest of his life. They eventually became a “couple” and were even happier together than they were before. They’d mock-fight, find humans to beat up, all of that good stuff. Of course, that would only last until she got bored of him.
One night when they were out hunting for deer since they didn’t feel shopping for food, they came across a strange man wearing all black in the forest. He wasn’t human, werewolf, or a demon. His now-lover, Reanne, told him that the strange man had the scent of a vampire. She then told him to go attack him, and so he did. Lucian dashed towards the vampire but it was a trap. The vampire had known where he was the whole time and was waiting for the attack. He was able to easily counter the attack and tore at his arm with freakishly-long nails. Lucian let out a grunt of pain and transformed into his werewolf form. He waited for the vampire to make a move this time… but neither of them moved. They just stood there staring at each other while on the defensive. Unfortunately, this was a fight he could not win. After having a short stare-down with the vampire, his right leg felt something extremely painful. It had been broken. As he was falling to the ground his left arm was grabbed and bent completely behind him – breaking it too.
He was face down on the dirt of the forest floor with both his right leg and left arm broken now. It wasn’t the vampire’s doing though, it was Reanne’s. She flipped him over and talked about how it was obvious that he couldn’t win this fight. The vampire was a noble who had lived longer than him and was also much more powerful. The vampire was also friends with Reanne, well, not just friends, more like ex-lovers now reunited. She told Lucian that she had gotten bored of him and that even with all the training they did he was still weak. He tried speaking up but couldn’t, he just pathetically cried instead.
Lucian was left for dead in the forest. He couldn’t get up to walk and he couldn’t crawl either – he just laid on the dirt ready to accept death once more. Unfortunately though, he ended up being rescued by a couple of campers. He didn’t want to live. What was the point of living without his love, Reanne? He didn’t even care for fighting anymore. He fought because he wanted to be the strongest, but he had discovered that no matter what you do there will always be somebody stronger. He returned to life among the humans and even starting playing the stock market. It was almost as exciting as fighting to him. He loved watching his investments do good and then cashing in on them. But no matter what, it was just a means of passing time. He was still in despair from being betrayed by his love and he’d continue to feel that way for many years. After a good 30 years of playing the stock market and doing very good, he was almost a millionaire.
He didn’t know what to do with his life. He had more money than he could ever need for his life, fighting was hardly fun anymore, and there was just nothing. He travelled back to that small cave that his parents lived in but they were gone – along with the pack that used to share the forest. He returned to the stock market – his only friend at this point. He was almost four-hundred at this point in his life. He was a multi-millionaire simply from investing in the stock market and was just tired of life. He had been long-over the betrayal from his lover now. He owns and lives in a nice house over-looking the beach.
Lucian looked for new things to do, but there weren’t any. One day when he was walking through the market district though he came across a newly opened store by a fairly old man. The inside of the store was filled with all sorts of clocks and watches. He walked into the store and was quite interested by it all. The old clock-maker took an interest in him too. He could somehow tell that Lucian wasn’t just your ordinary human. But he wouldn’t live long enough to figure out what he was. Lucian started to work there as his apprentice of sorts. They’d fix and build watches for the majority of the day. To some it might seem tediously boring, but to him it was… sort of fun. Mainly just another time-passer though just like the stock market was.
Eventually, with humans having the short lives that they do, the owner of the shop passed away and left the shop to his son. Lucian was bored of the shop though once the old man’s son took charge. Ever since, he’s been living quietly in his beach-side house with nothing to do. He has an entire room full of antique clocks on the walls and watches hanging from the ceiling that he spends most of his time in. He also owns a small motor-boat… but he hasn’t used that since he saw a shark in the waters.
Life was good and quiet for a while. Something was troublesome though… There were hunters. Not just your normal hunters either. They were the type of hunters that you never hear about and the very few times you did hear of them, they were labeled as crazy men; the type of hunters who stalk down and kill creatures of the night such as themselves. There was a small independent pack of werewolves living in the same forest as them. Lucian had several friends in that pack… his only friends. One day when he went to meet them though… he found them dead, and the ones who died in their werewolf form had been skinned. It was the first of two times that he’d ever cry. They all had a plenty of bullet holes going through their bodies. He checked to see if any of them were alive, but they weren’t. He ran home as fast as he could but halfway there he bumped into his parents who were already on their way to him. Their house had been attacked while he was gone. Thankfully his parents both got away without any injuries; they even killed a couple of the hunters.
They didn’t know if the hunters belonged to a specific group or what; they had no idea who they were. They just knew that in order to stay safe, they’d have to move south. And so they did. They travelled south for a while before finally finding a good forest to live in. The scent of other werewolves lingered around the forest which was good – they weren’t alone. They didn’t want to be cut off from other werewolves, plus it meant that the hunters weren’t here… yet. They spent a day following the scents of the werewolves and finally found the pack. It was a small one, but they didn’t care. They weren’t planning on staying with them or anything – they just wanted some friends and information about the area. Lucian’s parents were always independent; they didn’t like living with non-family. Sure, some would consider a pack to be family, or just consider all other werewolves to be family, but not them. They also raised him to think this way.
They took up residence in a small cave that was only about 15 minutes away from where the pack would stay. His parents were very dissatisfied with how they no longer had lots of nice clothes or food; they actually had to hunt for their food now. He didn’t mind though - he actually enjoyed hunting. Finding a deer then taking it down with his own claws was always satisfying. But ever since he started hunting and killing his own food he started to have a… taste for blood. He began to want to always fight. He’d often challenge the werewolves who lived in the pack to have mock-fights with him. He lost most of the time though since he didn’t know how to actually fight somebody who was fighting back. Plus he wasn’t too strong either. All he was good at was getting distance from his enemies, aka running away.
At first they’d fight maybe once a week, and then it got to several times a week, then to the point where he wanted to always be fighting. He couldn’t get enough of it. He started causing serious fights and doing things which would cause the others to attack him. They got sick and tired of his games fast though. Eventually he was no longer allowed to visit the pack – his parents were very disappointed in his “rude” behaviors. It wasn’t how an almost two-hundred year old werewolf was supposed to act. Eventually he got bored of just hunting deer and staying in a small cave with his parents – he wanted gone. Life was too boring there.
Lucian got into a huge argument with his parents about wanting to leave. They were fully against it. It’s not that they were controlling or anything… they were afraid of losing him. They loved him so much but he couldn’t understand that. Or maybe he did but he just chose to not care, he still doesn’t know. Without his parent’s permission he left the cave that they lived in and headed south once more. Eventually he came across a rather nice place with a large forest behind it. He didn’t know what the town/city was called, but he didn’t care. He would watch humans from the shadows and studied what they did – they were very interesting to him. Some would even attack others for no reason in the dead of night. He loved watching them fight each other.
After a couple of weeks of visiting the town while living in the forest, a group of humans decided to attack him. They were just humans though – no match for him. He was able to beat them all within an inch of going unconscious very easily. They begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He kicked them and punched them until each one had slipped into unconsciousness. It was so fun. He wanted to do it again. He was sad when they stopped responding to his movements. He’d kick them in the chests and gut but no matter how much he did they wouldn’t wake up. He bent over to make sure they were still alive, and they were. No fun. Just as he was finally leaving a man approached him who saw the whole thing. The man said his name was “Leo” and that he had a deal for him. Lucian followed him on the promise of getting to fight as much as he wanted. He was led to an underground arena of sorts where humans would fight to the death. Fun.
For months he’d fight there, winning every time. Humans were no match for him. He even became a bit famous in the underground-fighting world. By this point he had killed nearly a hundred of his opponents – humans. Most of the people who came to the show to watch him mainly enjoyed watching what he’d do after he won. He could usually win a fight fairly quickly and leave the opponent alive, but once the enemy was down he wouldn’t stop. He’d kick, punch, strangle, and do all sorts of other things to his downed combatants. At the end of every match he’d have blood all over him.
All was well for several months until a new challenger had entered the arena to fight him. He knew that somehow this challenger wasn’t a human… She was also a female. He charged at her without giving it any further thought and he was swiftly dealt with. She was able to completely predict his movements and then delivered a single powerful punch to his chest which managed to break one of his ribs and fracture two others. With that single punch the fight was over in less than 10 seconds. He was ready for death. The woman, who was strangely beautiful walked over to him and stood over him. She placed her foot on his neck and pressed down hard enough that he couldn’t breathe. He blacked out in several seconds.
When he awoke he was in the forest with the same woman standing over him once more. He was… spared? He asked her what she thought she was doing and her reply was simply “You’re weak, but I want you anyways.”… he had no idea what the heck she was talking about. But he didn’t plan on leaving her anytime soon. She was a good opponent. Strong, beautiful, and not human; he still didn’t know what she was. After another several months of staying together she told him that she was a demon; more specifically, a demon that could turn into a giant towering dog. He didn’t quite believe her about that at first. Only werewolves could turn into canines, right? Wrong. Before his eyes in the forest she turned into a huge 20-foot tall red dog whose saliva could burn straight through trees. He was pretty shocked at that fact. He had a whole new level of respect… and fear, for her.
Weeks turned into months, months turned into years. They were together for nearly one-hundred years. Over that time the feelings between them grew stronger. She taught him how to fight, he taught her how to… well, let’s just say he was only the student and never the teacher. She was already perfect – he had nothing to teach her. The feelings of teacher and student grew to the feelings of love and admiration for each other. Well, at least that’s how he felt about her. He loved, respected, and feared her. He wanted to stay with her for the rest of his life. They eventually became a “couple” and were even happier together than they were before. They’d mock-fight, find humans to beat up, all of that good stuff. Of course, that would only last until she got bored of him.
One night when they were out hunting for deer since they didn’t feel shopping for food, they came across a strange man wearing all black in the forest. He wasn’t human, werewolf, or a demon. His now-lover, Reanne, told him that the strange man had the scent of a vampire. She then told him to go attack him, and so he did. Lucian dashed towards the vampire but it was a trap. The vampire had known where he was the whole time and was waiting for the attack. He was able to easily counter the attack and tore at his arm with freakishly-long nails. Lucian let out a grunt of pain and transformed into his werewolf form. He waited for the vampire to make a move this time… but neither of them moved. They just stood there staring at each other while on the defensive. Unfortunately, this was a fight he could not win. After having a short stare-down with the vampire, his right leg felt something extremely painful. It had been broken. As he was falling to the ground his left arm was grabbed and bent completely behind him – breaking it too.
He was face down on the dirt of the forest floor with both his right leg and left arm broken now. It wasn’t the vampire’s doing though, it was Reanne’s. She flipped him over and talked about how it was obvious that he couldn’t win this fight. The vampire was a noble who had lived longer than him and was also much more powerful. The vampire was also friends with Reanne, well, not just friends, more like ex-lovers now reunited. She told Lucian that she had gotten bored of him and that even with all the training they did he was still weak. He tried speaking up but couldn’t, he just pathetically cried instead.
Lucian was left for dead in the forest. He couldn’t get up to walk and he couldn’t crawl either – he just laid on the dirt ready to accept death once more. Unfortunately though, he ended up being rescued by a couple of campers. He didn’t want to live. What was the point of living without his love, Reanne? He didn’t even care for fighting anymore. He fought because he wanted to be the strongest, but he had discovered that no matter what you do there will always be somebody stronger. He returned to life among the humans and even starting playing the stock market. It was almost as exciting as fighting to him. He loved watching his investments do good and then cashing in on them. But no matter what, it was just a means of passing time. He was still in despair from being betrayed by his love and he’d continue to feel that way for many years. After a good 30 years of playing the stock market and doing very good, he was almost a millionaire.
He didn’t know what to do with his life. He had more money than he could ever need for his life, fighting was hardly fun anymore, and there was just nothing. He travelled back to that small cave that his parents lived in but they were gone – along with the pack that used to share the forest. He returned to the stock market – his only friend at this point. He was almost four-hundred at this point in his life. He was a multi-millionaire simply from investing in the stock market and was just tired of life. He had been long-over the betrayal from his lover now. He owns and lives in a nice house over-looking the beach.
Lucian looked for new things to do, but there weren’t any. One day when he was walking through the market district though he came across a newly opened store by a fairly old man. The inside of the store was filled with all sorts of clocks and watches. He walked into the store and was quite interested by it all. The old clock-maker took an interest in him too. He could somehow tell that Lucian wasn’t just your ordinary human. But he wouldn’t live long enough to figure out what he was. Lucian started to work there as his apprentice of sorts. They’d fix and build watches for the majority of the day. To some it might seem tediously boring, but to him it was… sort of fun. Mainly just another time-passer though just like the stock market was.
Eventually, with humans having the short lives that they do, the owner of the shop passed away and left the shop to his son. Lucian was bored of the shop though once the old man’s son took charge. Ever since, he’s been living quietly in his beach-side house with nothing to do. He has an entire room full of antique clocks on the walls and watches hanging from the ceiling that he spends most of his time in. He also owns a small motor-boat… but he hasn’t used that since he saw a shark in the waters.
