Death [Approved]

[Lucas]

Lucas

" I was deposited on to the streets of New York, restored to the mainstream of life. I took several steps down the sidewalk when something happened. It was not guilt that froze me; I had taught myself never to feel guilt. It wasn't the fear of death; I had taught myself to think of death as a friend. It was not the thought of being unloved that froze me; I had taught myself to do without love. What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. "

You're Such an Inspiration for the Ways

name: Lucas
age: 10
orientation: ...He's 10 xD
gender: Male
species: One of the four horsemen, Death

That I Will Never Ever Choose to Be

build: petite
height: 4'4"
weight: 60 lbs
eye color: brown
hair color: black
appearance:
If one were to lay eyes on Lucas, they would see a scrawny, dirty, dark-haired boy in over-sized clothing. It's truly a sad site to behold. His olive skin covered in dirt, garbage, and dried blood. His curly hair matted and dirty hidden beneath an old beanie.
face claim: Alex Wolff

Oh So Many Ways for Me to Show You

personality:
A typical child of an abusive family, Lucas is withdrawn, shy and for the most part, avoids human contact. He has become friends with the stray cats, sharing his garbage and box with them often. Lucas rarely talks and if confronted with something bigger than him, he instantly runs away. But being a street rat has it's perks, Lucas is extremely crafty and can steal almost anything in a blink of an eye.
strengths:
- He's Small
- Quick
- Able to kill another living thing
- has no attachments to other living things
- can look after himself as well as any adult could

weaknesses:
- Shy
- Easily frightened
- No human connections
- Underweight
- Can accidentally kill another living thing when he gets upset
fun facts:

history:
Born in the slums of New York City, Lucas' only family and caretaker was his abusive, neglectful mother. She was never home, and never cooked for the small child so Lucas was forced to figure things out for himself, or die.

When he was eight, he accidentally called his mother "mom" when she was "entertaining" a male guest. Furious that she never told him she had a son, the man left and Lucas' mother began to beat him. Reaching a hand around her wrist to try to stop her from hitting his head, something happened, and Lucas' mother's heart stopped.

Without calling the police, Lucas gathered what little things he had, and ran away from the building, blaming himself for his mother's death. Now ten years of age, living on the streets, eating garbage, and sleeping in a cardboard box, Lucas has little human contact, refusing to touch someone or come close to them with the fear that they too will die.

How Your Savior Has Abandoned You

name: Admin Jude
age: 18
experience: 7 to 8 years
password: ADMIN EDIT
sample:From a ff7 site

"Vincent, it's Kite. I've got a big problem here!" He shouted into the phone. The sound of feet shuffling, guns cocking and guards talking. Kite was on his feet in an instant and kicked the phone in Cloud's direction, "Vincent, Fort Condor- NOW!" It wasn't like Kite to order anyone around, especially not Vincent Valentine, but then again, he didn't quite feel like himself at the moment.

Once more, Kite unsheathed his buster sword. He held it strong in both hands, en guard for an on coming attack, cold, unforgiving metal pressed against his head. Sighing softly he turned his head slowly and smiled to Cloud, "Hey," He paused for a moment, lowering the sword, "would you say I became a hero?" Kite never really expected an answer from Cloud. Sweeping the legs out from underneath the man behind him, Kite shoved the buster sword with all of his might in front of Cloud, to protect him from any harm.

With the super strength and speed only members of SOLIDER first class could possibly have, Kite took off without hearing Cloud's apology, not certain if he would make it or not. He knew they had less time now than they did, that now that there was a struggle, reinforcements would be arriving soon.

Approaching the two guards who previously held their guns to Cloud's chest, the echo of multiple rounds firing, and tearing through flesh and cold night air was the only that could be heard. The bullets ripping at his left arm and the right part of his chest could do little to slow Kite down. Adrenaline is a powerful thing when someone close to you has their life in danger.

Only appearing weaponless, Kite ducked slightly forward and pulled a bowie knife from the sheath on his ankle. Diving at the two shooting at him, holding the knife off to the side Kite buried the blade into the guard on the left's side, and caught his gun before it dropped to the ground.

Using the gun he had just picked up, Kite pistol whipped the second man in the head, knocking him unconscious. For a split second, Kite had forgotten the man he left close to Cloud, perhaps a fatal mistake. His bullet wounds began to pulse with an intense pain and his vision began to falter, but these things wouldn't stop Kite from protecting Cloud.

Dashing back to his buster sword, Kite watched with a smirk as the man frantically tried to pull the sword out of the ground to reach Cloud. Reaching his hand up to cover the wound in his chest, the gun held loosely in the other, "Need some help?" Kite asked with a unfamiliar humor in his voice. He closed the gap between them and, kicking the guard away, put his now bloody hand on the handle of his sword, "This is how it's done!" He grunted as he tore the sword from the ground. Now, holding it out to the guard and standing in front of Cloud, he was ready for a real fight.