Lukien Valtieri

[LUKIEN]

Lukien Valtieri !



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Sero
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR Ten or so YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE Sero
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;; !

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Lukien Valtieri
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: Eighteen Years Old
GENDER: Male
RACE: Pureblood-Valtieri Bloodline
CLASS: S Class
PLAY BY: Ushiromiya Battler[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Silver
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Lightly Tanned
BODY: Slim and Athletic
UNUSUAL: None
OTHER FORM: No Other Form
APPEARANCE:
The son of Vincent and Rayne Valtieri, he has bits of both his parents in him. His red hair comes from his mother, and hangs about his head in an elegantly disheveled style. It rests around his head a couple inches long and is occasionally brushed off to the side. His brilliant and clear silver eyes are inherited from his father, and prevent anyone from reading his thoughts, an impenetrable and steely barrier to the vaults of his mind. His body is a medium, athletic build, which he’s inherited from his father. His muscles are clearly defined and toned over the long years of training his father has put him through. He stands at a little over six feet tall of solid muscle, weighing in at one hundred and eight five pounds.

His clothes are usually simple and immaculate, as he really wears only suits. His most common suit is a white trousers and leather oxfords, with a crimson button up with a black vest and tie, covered by a white suit jacket which he wears or discards as suits his whim. His second suit is much the same as his first, but with a variation on colour. His second suit consists of black oxfords made of leather, blue trousers, with a black button up and crimson tie, and a blue suit jacket which, as before, he will wear or discard as suits him. His appearance changes slightly when he vamps out however, his eyes turn a dark crimson, and his more prone to smiling, revealing his pointed canines.

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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

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1. Maria
2. Reading
3. Chess
4. Learning
5. Helping People
DISLIKES:
1. Arrogance
2. Loud Noises
3. Spiders
4. Drugs
5. Self-Pity
STRENGTHS:
1. Combat
2. Mechanical Expertise
3. Valtieri Bloodline
WEAKNESSES:
1. Holy Objects
2. Silver
3. His Trigger (Bullies)
SECRETS: Is in love with Cassandra
OVERALL:
Lukien is a fairly simple person, not having centuries to accumulate little eccentricities. His first like is his little sister Maria. He always looks out for her and has been close with her since she was born. He’s fiercely protective of her though, and with his father’s training, he’s managed to face down several stronger opponents and bullies that wanted to pick on her or harm her. He also likes reading, chess and learning, as excellent mental activities. He likes testing the limits of his knowledge and intelligence, ever seeking to increase them as best he can, for he enjoys the unique opportunity that immortality brings him, to learn all that he can and be present at the moments that make history. His final like is helping people. His father and mother were both good people, and that rubbed off on their son, and so he enjoys doing whatever he can to help someone else.

His main dislike is arrogance. He can’t stand anyone that thinks they’re better than others, for in his mind, no one is better than anyone else, and can only set themselves apart by their actions. Those with a holier than thou attitude, or think that race or station gives them an inherent right to rule over someone, or make their life hell irritate him enough that he’ll go out of his way to knock them down a peg or two. Due to his race, his sense of hearing is extremely good, so loud noises, while annoying for a human, are absolutely excruciating to him. Not to mention he’s a very quiet and studious person by nature, and loud noises are extremely distracting. Third he hates spiders. He absolutely HATES them, they give him the creeps. Furry bodied, too many legged, beady eyed, pincer mouthed bastards creep him out so much he smashes everyone he sees. Or shoots, stabs, crushes, or destroys with whatever means are available to him. His final dislikes are drugs and self-pity. He hates drugs because of the dependency they invoke in their victims, their destroy your sense of control and turn decent people into desperate lunatics. Self-pity is also annoying to him, because he hates hearing people whine about their life. The way he sees it, the past is the past, and you should push on and forge a brighter future. Those that always dwell on past failures and miseries just irritate him.

His biggest strength is combat. His father, as an ancient vampire and Spartan, has taken care to make sure his son is more than capable of defending himself and his sister. He’s been extensively trained in multiple weapons and hand to hand combat, sword and shield and unconventional warfare tactics. His preferred weapon however Is the Epee, something meant for finesse and accuracy rather than brute strength. His second strength is his mechanical expertise. As a hobby, his father has taken to tinkering with things and even forging. He taught these skills to his son, and as such, he sometimes takes to tinkering with things and tweaking them or improving them. Given the option, he also will occasionally forge things. His final strength is his Valtieri bloodline. As a pureblood, his normal abilities are exceptional, his bloodline develops two of them further. Descended from the Spartans of old, his strength and endurance are the greatest of the vampires, and will only increase with age. As it stands, it puts him on par with those vampires a couple centuries old. His bloodline also gives him the ability to move about doing the day, a fact for which he’s exceedingly grateful, except for eleven to one, where the sun is highest and brightest. This is however not much of an issue, as he always has lived in overcast areas.

As a vampire, holy objects are antithesis to his very being, and harm him terribly. He takes great care to avoid them, lest he accidently end his own existence. Silver is also a weakness to his race, and acts like poison and terrible fire, the barest touch on his skin branding its mark on him. His bloodline has its own unique weaknesses as well. Instead of fire or running water, he has a certain trigger that sends him into an uncontrollable rage. In this case, bullies. Resented for being a pureblood by other vampiric beings, and even the other ruling bloodlines, he and his sister have always been picked on. With his strong morals and hatred for arrogance, whenever he encounters a bully, he goes into a rage and won’t stop until the person has been pummeled into the ground, regardless of the cost to himself.

His biggest secret is that he’s in love with Cassandra, the daughter of one of the other ruling families. They’ve known each other since they were children, and over time he’s developed feelings for her. Now, with them both attending the Akashibai Academy, he hopes to make her feel the same.
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WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Rayne-Unknown
FATHER: Vincent-Unknown
SIBLINGS: Maria-17
OTHER PEOPLE: None
HISTORY:
Born on the twelfth of September, nineteen ninety four, Lukien was born to Vincent and Rayne Valtieri in their family manor in the mountains of Europe. His little sister was born a year later, and the two grew up quite close to each other. Lukien was always watching out for his little sister, and whenever other vampires came around their home and tried to pick on her, he’d step right up to her defense, no matter who it was, be it adult or child, man or woman. Seeing this in his son, his father went to great lengths to train him as best he could in weaponry and tactics, giving him every advantage possible when it came to a fight, making sure his son was flexible in mind as well in order to always find an opportunity and way to defeat his opponent, no matter who they are.

His mother however, demanded that he actually study in a scholarly manner, and made sure his father forked over many for tutors and study sessions, making sure he got an excellent and well-rounded education. His mother also made sure he had good clothes to wear, instead of running around in the same pair of jeans and t-shirts for days on end like his father would once upon a time. His mother took great pains to instill a sense of culture and education, his father taught him the arts of war and forging. With tutors rounding out his education, his child hood was quite often busy. Occasionally Maria and he would be given a day off while their parents attended court business, and it was during this time he met Cassandra.

As children, the scions of the ruling houses spent much time together while Court business was in session, and he got to know Cassandra quite well. As time went on, he found himself developing feelings for her, but was always a little wary to say something, unsure of how their families would react and how she felt about him. Instead, he let the years go by as they continued to grow together, hoping to one day work up the courage to confess his feelings to her. His little sister often teased him about it, but he didn’t care, all that mattered to him at the time was working up the courage to confess to her. It wasn’t to be however, as one day she disappeared, and he hadn’t heard from her since.

Years more would pass in which he was allowed to spend time at their family manor, now that he was in his teens, and he would often hide away in the massive library, devouring as much information as he could, constantly doing research into obscure subjects with no connection or reason determining from which to which he moved. Years more would pass this way, with him ignoring it all and practically living in the library, only emerging for the occasional courtly function held at their manor in order to mingle with the other families, and in time, his parents had decided to send him to the Akashibai Academy. Much to his surprise on arrival, he found that Cassandra attended the school as well, and suddenly he found himself more than a little cautious. Always the outspoken and outgoing type, his quiet studious ways seemed a massive detriment to him now, and he could only hope he could muster up the courage to confess.

Shortly after he began attending, his parents had decided to send his sister as well. No he finds his time spent juggling the competing demands of looking out for his sister, keeping bullies and would be deviants off of her, studying intensively in order to further his own education and keep up with his coursework, and trying to find time to be with Cassandra and a way to confess his feelings. He’s had little time to develop any other friends, but it has yet to concern him, as not many seem to spend all their time in the library as he does, preferring instead places like the café and out on the grounds doing…sports, or something. Regardless of how things turn out, it’s going to be an interesting year at the Akashibai Academy!
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WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

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RP SAMPLE: Nicodemus frowned at the sudden turn of events and proclamations ringing forth. "Well now, that's certainly no fun. We shall have to see what they have planned for their guests if we choose to remain for their party." he says with a grin, watching the others around him, noting their comraderie and concern for others. Feh. Friendship was only a weakness that would get you killed. Either you were a killer or a victim, it didn't matter what world you were on, that never changed. You drop your guard, and something would take advantage of it, no matter what anyone did. That was the law of nature, only the strongest survived, and the weak were their prey and food. He huffs out a breath as he moves to take a seat, reclining against some sort of building that had not yet fallen, tilting his head forward and letting the staff rest against his chest.

He wasn't tired per se, but he had things to think over, finer points of thought to examine and tear apart, rather than stand around concerned over others while more soldiers would inevitably march on them regardless of what the one from the speakers said. It was the way of things. This woman probably thought to strike an alliance with the other soldiers, but they deem themselves stronger, and thus would gladly destroy the city he was in now without a seconds thought if they believed it would bring them closer to their goals. Now, how to make them all dance to his strings? It seemed many were xenophobic here, which made things increasingly difficult and frustrating, but no matter. He let his eyes slip open, watching the groups of humans. The...thing, with the missing eye. The woman who seemed invincible, the woman he'd saved. All of them with friends, all of them happy and relieved while openly they despair at the news. Hmph. Fools.

Weren't they? A memory floated to the surface, one he'd thought long since buried. It was a much younger him then, when he was still fully human. The goodly king of Veruna, traveling with two others, close friends and rivals as they fought to eliminate the scourge that threatened their world. They fought in countless battles, unbeatable in their combined might, until that fateful day, where all the world turned to darkness. He had been left free whilst his comrades had been captured, taken deep within the mines of Moria, to the darkest reaches where even the invading army feared to tread. He couldn't help but follow the memories, he knew what was coming next as his hand clamped down on the staff, the wood groaning in protest from the strength of his grip. He led the assault into the mines, blade and spell flashing forth in his fury to decimate his foes, clearing the path as he fought his way through to his friends. The soldiers with him had been heartened by his display and fought greatly as well, until he'd been ambushed. On the bridge over the great chasm, he faced down his opponent, one he learned to be a wind mage. A few lucky moves had him believing he could win, before the mage expelled a powerful blast, hurtling him from the ledge, and so he fell.

He fell for what seemed an eternity into the blackness of Moria's deepest and most ancient reaches. When he had finally regained his senses, he found himself chained within a cell made of darksteel, the strongest metal known to his world. Indestructable when forged and incredibly hard to come by, the entire room was lined with it, as were his shackles binding him to the floor. Covering his body were the rainbow coloured mana leeches, devouring his magic, preventing him from casting a spell to free himself or escape. For years he languished in that prison, tortured until near death by ancient evils long since forgotten to mankind, his screams echoing all the way back to the upper reaches once reclaimed, if only faintly. It was years before his old friends had found their way down to him, winning his freedom through battle, and helping him return. Little did they know, it was not their friend that had returned, but a new man, one awaiting his time to strike. One that would never be helpless or weak, who would crush the opposition beneath his boot as easily as one would destroy an insect.

As the memory played itself out, fires awoke within him, fires of great anger and hatred, and he rose to his full height, hand clenching the staff tightly as he smashed it into the ground, the corpses of the things he'd raised to fight for him failing all at once, as shades rose from them, and he scattered them to the four corners to gather information for him. He would learn of this world, he would use that knowledge to his advantage, and he would become a conqueror, a god among men. The flames of hate roared strongly within him still, and he leveled his gaze to the path leading from town, banishing thoughts of friendship and petty weaknesses, impatient for new soldiers to come, for he was restless. Oh yes, restless, and eager to spill blood. [/size][/ul]

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