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Luka Dassow
{ALIASES}Just Luka
{AGE}28
{GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male, bisexual
{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Dhampir, Connlaothian
{HEIGHT/BUILD}5'11", muscled
{OCCUPATION}Graverobbin', pilferin', and selling his 'services' if it means free room and board.
{RESIDENCE}Good question. I don't think he has one. Add vagrancy to his occupation.
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION} Tall, dark and handsome— it's easy to see how Luka's gotten by in life at first glance. With thick, wavy, light brown hair just long enough to be considered roguish, mischievous hazel eyes and full lips pulled into an entirely self-assured smile, he seems utterly charming. It's only with a second glance that things start to add up as being "not quite right". His canines are overlong, so much so that they have a tendency to stick out over his lower lip just a bit even when his mouth is completely shut. His skin, while tan from an unfortunate life on the road, in the right light is exposed to being somewhat ashen in color, and his extremities seem almost bruised where they should be flushed, as if he were suffering from constant cold.
Along with these oddities is a kind of unnatural fluidity to his movements— he hides it well behind little dice tricks, playing at just being skilled with his hands (wink wink Ʃ; ), but it's clear that this isn't the case. He can move quicker than he should be able to, and with the kind of grace that speaks of unnatural things. Added to the fact that he's rendered nearly blind by sudden bright lights and it's quite obvious why he's had to keep on the move all his life. The fact that he digs up your dear old Aunt May's coffin for her jewelry also doesn't help matters.
A life on the road has made his dress practical— nothing that would necessarily draw too much attention to himself one way or another, while still being able to blend in with dirty walls and dark holes. A simple shirt, with the sleeves tucked into worn leather bracers as is fashion (and with several tiny tools tucked in secret pockets, which is less in fashion). Patched and worn breeches tucked into similarly scuffed high boots. A thick leather vest, and overtop that a long jacket, carefully kept together by multiple different patch jobs and repeating stitches. He also sports a very long, faded scarf, which has hidden rings and rods of metal to reinforce it as a kind of emergency chain-rope. Judging by the strength of his arms and shoulders, it's pretty obvious he's had to climb his way out of scrapes before.
Every now and again he decides on keeping a bit of jewelry for himself— never anything too unique or obvious, but a ring here, an earring there, something that no one would be able to prove belonged six feet underground if pressed.
{PERSONALITY} Luka is, above all else, in it for himself. He does things because he sees the benefit in them, not because it's the right or even the wrong thing to do. He doesn't go out of his way to break the law unless he can get something out of it, and the risk had better well equal the reward or else he's not going to bother. On the same token, he doesn't purposely go around hurting people, nor does he purposely go around helping them, either. If he does you a favor, it's because he believes it'll work in his favor later on— and therein lies the motive to much of his charm. He'll flirt, and cozy, joke or jibe, confess or lie or do anything else he has to do in order to get what he wants. Just don't expect him to hold to his word if it's in the long run.
This is half because if he doesn't have to hold to his word, he won't, but also half because getting him to remember his own train of thought is a struggle sometimes. Street smart, yes. People smart, yes. Book smart? Absolutely not. He can't read, or write, and often loses track of himself if he has to count too high on his own fingers. But are you really going to cheat the guy who looks like he could bite your throat out? Not too many people are brave enough to try, and Luka usually robs everyone of three times the worth anyway so it pans out.
He's also a spiteful little shit. There's plenty of things about himself that he doesn't like to be made fun of, and his go-to response for such situations is to just make the other person rue the day they ever met him. Poke fun at his teeth? He'll dye your wine so yours turn black. Complain about how dirty he is? He'll let barn animals loose in your house. He's heard it all before, and he's had a lifetime of coming up with revenges that he's finally big enough to pull off.
Fun Facts!:- Hates vampires. Deeply. Not enough to actively hunt any, but enough that if given the opportunity, he'll totally pull the window curtains open at dawn.
- Can see in the dark! Which is handy when you don't need torches or full moons or any of those things that might give your presence away in the middle of the night.
- Holy water gives him an unpleasant rash.
- Loves kitties and will actually share his food with a stray cat.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES} He's a dhampir, and so has a few blessings thanks to his unusual lineage. He'll outlive most folk by several centuries, he's not as prone to disease as his human cousins, and has the strength and speed of someone of his paternal line.
The drawbacks are that too long in the sun has him utterly squirrelly, and so he has to walk around with a parasol more often than not. Holy magic hurts like hell and so he tends to forgo any kind of divine healer in favor of folk healing. And I suppose the stake through the heart thing would also kill him, but that kind of applies to most living creatures.
{RELATIONSHIPS} Father - Luka has no idea who he is. Either his dad was his genuine human dad whose wife was bit, or his dad was a vampire. Either way the end result doesn't have Luka too keen on having a catch any time soon.
Mother - Luka also doesn't know who she is. Like his father, Luka isn't too keen on figuring things out, though he hates her on principle much less than he hates his dad on principle.
The Abbot - Who Luka hates.
The Monks - Also hates.
The other orphans - Who Luka also ALSO hates.
It's a safe bet that if Luka grew up around the person, he kind of hates them.
{HISTORY} Luka was dropped off almost immediately after being born, at the monastery just outside of the small town of Dassow. It was a miracle he'd survived at all, considering the state of him when he was found, but eventually the monks who ran the orphanage realized that this was less to do with luck and more to do with something terribly unholy in his blood. Still, they tried their best to rid him of the taint of his birth, and Luka is very proud to say that they have failed
utterly.
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