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[Lucian Knight]

Name: Lucian Elias Knight Age: 20 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Faction: Law Occupation: College Student, Majors in Sociology Playby: Kyoukai no Kanata, fujima miroku Traits Positive Intelligent Level-Headed Mature Gentle Confident Passionate Polite Negative Cynical Closed Off Cold Possessive Cocky Finicky Pessimistic Lucian is very calm, cool, and collected for a twenty year old. While his friends want to drink and party, he is more content to stay at home or stay on the sidelines and watch. He has never seemed to quite be into the same thing as people in his age group, though he still prefers to spend time with and befriend them over adults who might make better companions for him. Truthfully, though, Lucian has probably never had a “real” friend. He doesn’t consciously push people away or keep them at arm’s length, but the death of his mother really messed up his ability to connect deeply with people. Despite being rather cold and cynical toward the world, Lucian is a passionate individual when something interests him. It’s amazing, really, to watch the change in him. His face lights up, his smiles become sincere, and nothing in the world can stop him from achieving whatever it is he has put his mind to. This passion can be extended not only toward ideals and objects, but people as well. If someone managed to worm their way in, well, they wouldn’t be leaving any time soon if he had anything to say about it. The passion gradually translates itself into extreme possessiveness, and would likely become rather hard to deal with for most people. Lucian also has this confidence about him, he almost seems to exude it. No matter what situation you put him in, he is going to take it head-on and he isn’t going to second guess himself. In fact, Lucian is more than confident. He is blindly cocky. Even if he is in an unfamiliar situation he won’t accept help from someone who has experience in it. He wants to be in charge of his own thoughts, feelings, and actions, and he won’t allow anyone else to tell him what to do or tell him that he’s doing it wrong. Most of the time he does manage to make his way through things with this confidence. He doesn’t bow to the whims of society or other people, which usually means they tend to bow to his. He couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of him, and that’s a power in and of itself. Due to all of the events surrounding his mother's death, Lucian has a very bad martyr complex. When it comes to the people he cares about, he doesn’t have enough regard for his own life. He is so willing to throw it away and get hurt for them that it typically becomes the first thing his mind goes to rather than a last resort. He never wants to have to live through the pain and guilt of losing someone in that manner again, so it’s really the easiest way out for him. Thankfully, since he doesn’t get close to people very often, this complex isn’t called upon a lot, but it’s there, lurking at the back of his mind. History Lucian Elias Knight was born on a cold winter’s day to Nate and Clarissa Knight. While he certainly could have been born into a better financial situation, and while his parents could have been a bit older, he was still born into a warm and loving home. And, of course, as an infant he had no concept of money anyway. He was well cared for, and as he aged he showed signs of becoming a very high-energy child. He was running before he was walking, and he was constantly keeping his parents on their toes. He loved being outside, and when he was in a bad mood, the easiest way to get him calm was simply just to take him outside. Life was peaceful for the toddler, really. He got plenty of attention from both of his parents, but like most children, he did have a favorite parent – and that happened to be his mother. Not to say that he didn’t adore his father, because he did, but when he was hurt, unhappy, or sick, it was always his mother that he ran to. In his eyes, she was perfect. She could make anything better, she knew everything, and she was just so soft and warm. Her smiles were so bright, she always played with him. The family was happy, really. Of course, Lucian was obviously spared from any of the heavier stuff. He didn’t know his father was juggling work, and school. He didn’t know that they didn’t really have a lot of money. Enough, surely, but not a lot. No, as far as he was concerned, their life was perfect. And that’s how childhood is supposed to be, isn’t it? Spent blissfully unaware of the trials of adults. When he was five, he started school on time. The first few days were rough for him, because he didn’t want to be away from his parents, but like most children within a week he was settled in and fine with it. He was a rather popular child, always bright and willing to make friends with anyone and everyone. Even as a child, he exuded that confidence. He made friends with the stereotypical “cool” kids, but he also made friends with the quiet kids. He didn’t like excluding anyone, and bounced back and forth from clique to clique. He was very smart, and naturally took to most of his homework and subjects. He didn’t require much help, really. His biggest problem in school was taking direction from his teachers, though. He tended to get into trouble for talking too much, or not sitting down when he was told. His parents obviously tried to quell these actions, but he was hard-headed and while he did get a bit better, he was always a bit of a trouble maker. His memories tend to blur together for the next several years. Things remained the same and constant, stable and happy for him. He continued to make friends, he never had any issues with school work, and he never got into any real trouble outside of reprimands from his teachers. He was eager to please his parents, and really just a bright and loving child. Perhaps, if things had continued in this way, he would have kept up this high energy and flippant nature. They didn’t, though. When he was around ten, he would experience several big changes in his life that would effectively turn his personality on its head. The only part of it he would retain would be his confident and cocky nature, and even that would disappear for a time. The first thing that changed for him was actually a good thing, really. He was plenty old enough to understand the concept that Daddy was done with college and he got a better job, so they were able to move into a bigger house. He got to paint his room whatever color he wanted, he got a new bed, and some new toys. It was really nice, and he was very excited. He was always running around in the house, enjoying their new backyard, and having friends over as often as his parents would allow. He can remember being blissfully happy in this time, but then, of course, it happened. It was after school one day. His mother had some shopping she needed to do, and being the mama’s boy that he was, he was more than happy to tag along. He usually got a new toy or some kind of candy bar out of the deal anyway, so he was rather excited for it. Things would go pretty normally at first. They got to the store, got in, and did their shopping. He got some ice cream, and was busy eating it in the passenger seat while his mother put the groceries in the back seat. She would be approached by some strange men, and the way they held themselves made him pay attention for reasons he didn't understand at the time. Hushed words that he couldn’t quite understand were exchanged, and suddenly his mother was opening his door and telling him they were going on a trip. He didn’t understand, and tried to protest, but her next couple sentences were spoken in a tone that even he couldn’t argue with. The events that transpired thereafter were really quite horrific and traumatizing to say the least of things. Lucian cannot remember most of them. He can’t tell you how long they were there, he can’t tell you how or when he received the injuries that were found on him once he had escaped. If he tries to remember that time, all he can recall are his mother’s screams and sobs, and the screams of the people who had taken them hostage. The only thing he can remember clearly is how he got out, because it was the last time he ever saw his mother alive. She had been able to find a small air duct, and from the feeling of the air coming out of it, it seemed to lead outside. It wasn’t big enough for her to fit through, but he could. She promised him that she would be fine. He would go get help, and she would be fine, he just had to remember the way back to where they were. He promised that he would, it seemed like such an easy promise to keep at the time. She kissed him, and held him for a moment before she sent him through. After that, things become blurry again. He had no idea where he was when he finally got out, and he ended up simply stumbling around until a kind old woman found him. He was hysterical, and she took him to the local police department. Somehow, they seemed to know who he was without him saying anything, and his father arrived very quickly thereafter. He was, at least, able to describe to them the general location of his mother before he was taken to the hospital. Physically, he had a lot of bruises, scrapes, burns, and lacerations that he couldn’t account for, but he was otherwise fine. His mother would not be found alive. He was spared the details, obviously, but the blaring fact that she was never coming back could not be ignored, nor could he be spared from it. His first reaction was anger. She promised she would be fine. She told him she would see him again as soon as he told Daddy where she was! She lied! And being angry with her was so very much easier than accepting and facing the pain he felt. He attempted to refuse to attend her funeral (and while his father did get him go, it was a very emotional affair that he doesn't like to think about), he refused to speak of her, he refused to acknowledge the fact that anything ever happened. He screamed and lashed out ever time his father tried to talk to him about it, and this would continue for several weeks after her death. The anger that he relied on to keep the pain at bay, however, would fizzle out. Things didn’t get easier on anyone after that, though. He was a complete mess. He was constantly bawling, and he couldn’t stand to be away from his father. Any attempts at sending him back to school were abject failures, and his whirlwind of emotions continued. He couldn’t get a hold on them, he was barely old enough to process all of the guilt, hurt, and betrayal he felt. Of course, his father being a psychiatrist did help. Nate understood what was going on in his son’s head, even if Lucian didn’t. Slowly, painfully slowly, they worked through the bulk of his emotions. At some point during all of this, they would move to Georgia, and he would be eventually coaxed back into school. The move to Georgia was a blur of unpleasant emotions that he refuses to call on to this day. He can’t remember starting at his new school, and he somehow ended up with a friend or two that he has no idea how he met initially. He was thirteen before he finally mellowed back out and his personality started to morph into the one that he sports today. The first thing to return was his confidence. It happened gradually. He started refusing the help of his friends, and eventually worked his way into a more dominant position in the group. His grades improved with his confidence, but his confidence seemed to over extend and compensate for the brighter parts of his personality he had lost. He became almost unbearably cocky, and lost as many friends as he gained for it. Not that he cared. Friends came and went, after all. People came and went. No one could control that, and he refused to try. He began to notice how much his father needed him, and he compensated for that as well. The vacant parts of his personality were filled with parts that both of them needed. He became the level-headed one, he matured beyond his years. He learned to downplay certain situations due to his father’s overprotectiveness. There were at least a couple of times where he had to talk the man down, explain that he wasn’t that hurt and it was okay to move on. He also developed a need for certain things in his life to be ‘just so’. He put himself on a routine and stuck to it, he only wore certain colors of clothes, and he became very picky about where certain things in the house should go. Things didn’t have to be neat, really, they just had to be a certain way. He absolutely craved a sense of normalcy, and he achieved it by these means. High school started for him, and for the first time since his mother’s death, he was able to settle in and relax a bit. He had friends, and while he didn’t spend as much time with them as they spent with each other, he was happy with that. He didn’t really get involved in any of the drama that went along with high school, it simply didn’t interest him. He joined the baseball team in his sophomore year and exhibited a real talent for it. He was very good at pitching, and by the time he was a senior he was the head of the team and all of that. His coaches never much liked him because he wouldn’t listen well, but his decisions typically seemed to work out anyway, so they couldn’t get onto him too much. Or, well, they could, but he wasn’t afraid to fight with them, and since they were winning more often than not, it really just wasn’t worth it. He graduated high school near the top of his class, and started college that very fall. Never having been one to second guess himself, and having an interest in it that made him passionate, he chose to major in sociology. He found it fascinating, and easily made high grades. He never got a real job, opting instead to job shadow and intern for people who were working in sociological fields. His life would continue more or less normally until the event happened. He had a couple of boyfriends, and at least one girlfriend, but things never seemed to stick with them and the relationships ended rather quickly. When the event happened and he was approached by a so-called god, he was skeptical at best. He had long since stopped believing in any sort of benevolent higher power, so he was certain that if the being was a god, nothing good would come of accepting a wish from it. He absolutely refused to make a wish, though he would eventually end up with a power and an insignia. He still doesn’t trust the ‘gods’ who have apparently downsized their world quite a bit, but that doesn’t stop him from playing with his power a lot. Insignia Level 1 Energy Negation – Level One – Lucian has the ability to negate certain types of energy. Technically speaking he can negate all energy, but different types of energy drain him in different ways, and he has to practice on them to effectively negate them. So less common things, such as force fields, energy blasts, etc. he has exactly zero experience at negating and therefore would not be able to effectively negate. However, things like fire and light that he has ample access to he has grown rather good at negating. For the entire time that he is actively negating an energy source, his own energy is drawn upon in equal parts. So the bigger the fire, the brighter the light, the stronger the force field, the more energy it takes for him to negate it. Typically, at this level, even with small energy sources he becomes drained and unable to continue negating after about twenty minutes. His power is not to be confused with any sort of power negation, because he is not able to stop anyone from using their power. He cannot stop a pyrokinetic from making a fire, for example, he can only extinguish the fire after it has already been made. His insignia takes the form of a Lichtenberg Figure going down the length of his left arm. It glows bright white when he is using his power, and to activate his power, he has to run his hand down the length of it. Claire – Passive – Lucian’s passive takes the form of a golden eagle. She can speak when she wants to, but she doesn’t hang around him too awfully much. She tends to like to do her own thing, and she doesn’t like going into buildings because she feels trapped. He enjoys her company when she does show up, and they get along well enough. Extra He typically wears gloves and long sleeves to cover the scars on his hands and arms. Talking about where he got them is never pleasant, after all. His eagle is named after his mother. He fell a year behind in school because of his mother's death, so he is actually only in his first year of college. OOC OOC Name: Ellie. How did you find us?: Nai <3 Other Characters: Hahahahaha.

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