"Kindness is not weakness. There is strength in love."
BASICS
NAME: L’kas, born Lukreas, occasionally called Kas
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: cis/het
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2753
AGE: 24 as of 2777
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingrider
WING: Midnight
APPEARANCE
EYES: blue
HAIR: dark red/auburn
HEIGHT AND BUILD:
6’9”
Tall, a bit stocky but well muscled
EXPY SOURCE: N/A
FULL APPEARANCE:
L’kas has a round face, a goofy smile, and sparkly eyes. However he has a bit of baby face and people tend to think he is a teenager. His hair is in loose curls that are kept pretty short to keep it comfortable to wear a helmet. He tried to grow a beard. It came out scraggly and bad. He is now clean shaven permanently.
He has a broad well muscled chest. And a generally well proportioned if a bit stocky body. He has a slightly crooked nose from it being broken as a teen. Multiple times.
He tends to be well groomed and has a taste for nice things. Although he typically wears sensible, durable clothing he likes colorful things and usually has a fiery colored shirt or tunic with some embroidery on. Reds, oranges, yellows and golds are his preferred colors to wear. He always wears long sleeves, even when it is hot due to the many small pockmarks and lumps on his arms. He scars very easily and wounds take a long time to heal.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
(CW depression and self harm)
L’kas is either a goofball or too serious, with very little in between. He wants the best for everyone and will give of himself to the point of his own detriment. His heart is soft and he struggles with hurting anything. Including bugs. He is very much a “put the bug outside” person. He however does NOT like tunnelsnakes and will scream upon seeing them.
Growing up as a spoiled middle child gave him a good bit of entitlement which got pretty well beaten out of him in candidacy. Now while he struggles to understand that someone could want for anything he has more humility.
He has no desire to be in a leadership position. Would rather have his nose in a book or working on whatever his current silversmithing project is.
He struggles with non-suicidal depression and has for a long time, which he manages with an herbal tea nightly and tends to mask it with a smile. Because of this social situations, particularly with many people become overwhelming. When not able to extradite himself when overwhelmed he begins to scratch and pick at the skin on his arms, sometimes to the point of bleeding. He tends to self isolate when his depression crops up.
Like his sisters L’kas has a bit of a temper. He has an okay amount of patience, but Faranth help whoever it runs out on. He also tends to hold grudges and struggles to let go of things, both good and bad.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Parents are minor Holders of Ruatha
Two elder sisters and at least one younger sibling
Eldest sister: Jovi of Viask (Ezra)
Second eldest sister: Kreta of blue Eseath (Dragon_Dreamer!)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None anymore, and likely not another for a while.
BIRTHPLACE: Minor Ruathan Hold
HISTORY:
(CW: depression and self harm)
Born to a loving family, Lukreas was the third child, but first son of the holders of minor Ruathan hold. He learned to sign from a young age to communicate with his deaf sister whom he loved dearly. Her spending so much time with the Harper made him want to as well and so he shared her great love of dragons and their riders. He learned how to read, write, and to do mathematics.
At nine Kreta brought home a clutch of flit eggs, one of which he impressed. Which turned out to be a very very cute little green flit. Who was very very dumb. Lukreas named her Pebbles because they joked she had pebbles for brains. This proved to be not far from the truth as the holders began training their firelizards. Pebbles eventually could be usually trusted to carry a message and she usually made it to the right person. While the other people were training their flits to do tricks and useful tasks, Lukreas was busy keeping his little flit alive. She was quite fond of trying to eat things she shouldn’t. Like the foxgloves. Cook nearly killed the little thing when she somehow snuck into the kitchen and ate all the butter. Her tail is a bit shorter now.
At their hold lived a smith who enjoyed doing silversmithing, making beautiful jewelry and trinkets in her spare time. While his sister was drawn to records, he was drawn to the dangerous work of silversmithing. Often spending hours watching and asking questions. However the smith wouldn’t agree to take him on as a formal apprentice. She did teach him the basics and let him test things out and experiment under her guidance though and as he got older the hobby stayed with him.
Puberty hit Lukreas hard, causing him to develop depression. Although it was not super strong it was simply there and was always there. It started with him oversleeping, which was normal for a teenage boy, however that quickly became constant exhaustion and becoming overwhelmed more easily. The healer quickly prescribed an herbal blend to take as a tea nightly and it helped almost immediately.
When Kreta was searched on the way to Fort Hold at 13 his depression got worse, even the medication didn’t help fully and the numbers of wounds and scars on his arms grew. While he eagerly awaited her letters and visits it wasn’t the same.
Three turns later at Fort Hold once more, dragonriders found the family and searched Lukreas. At Fort Weyr finally he had a joyous reunion with his sister. He found that she had impressed! A beautiful blue dragon who looked like water.
Lukreas greatly enjoyed being a candidate at Fort Weyr and became fast friends with a beautiful girl about his age. However his upbringing as a spoiled middle child often got him into a lot of trouble with his peers and he often got told off or punched, his nose wound up broken so many times it’s now permanently a bit crooked. Less than a turn later the girl transferred to Telgar Weyr for reasons unknown to him and he followed.
At the first hatching he stood at, she impressed. And he did not. Left standing for two more hatchings their friendship did not waver, however at the fourth hatching he did impress becoming L’kas! And not only did he impress, but he impressed a marvelous glittering bronze named Zenith! However Zenith proved to be quite a handful. The dragon wanted to be the best and most powerful and wanted L’kas to have power as well. L’kas disagreed. A lot.
The two bickered constantly, Zenith having ideas of grandeur. L’kas just wanting to keep his head down and be a worker bee. Despite the constant bickering the two loved each other dearly and would go to blows for each other easily.
The turns went by quickly and L’kas graduated from being a weyrling. And realized that he had fallen madly in love with his dearest friend. She returned his feelings, their dragons were amicable and they became weyrmates. For three turns they were happy as can be. When all of a sudden the girl L’kas loved more than anything betrayed him, saying she had found someone else and their relationship and friendship was over. He was utterly and completely crushed and put in a request for a transfer to Fort Weyr to get away from a place now filled with painful memories. It was accepted and he packed his belongings and left.
