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| ◄ Name: Lucas Arturus ◄ Nickname: Alcadeias ◄ Age: 24 ◄ Gender: Male ◄ Weapon(s): 1. A large ornate golden sword which he calls "Lux Finalis" [The Final Light]. This sword has been specifically made for him and anyone else who tries to wield it will be unable to. The sword is platinum and gold in golor, the blade long and straight. The guard is shaped like two angel wings and the hilt is a crisscross of golden and white colors. The pommel of the blade has a golden chain attached to it which can elongate and shorten at will. It's core shape is made of platinum and gold while most of it is made out of spirit particles, condensed with the power of a hundred wielders before it. Everyone in Lucas' family line has wielded it and after they have died, their power was transferred to this blade. Therefore, it is extremely strong, designed to beat all other blades in combat. It also emits a faint golden glow and causes Hollows to retreat at it's sight. Even the strongest of hollows will flinch at it's sight. 2. During battle, he wears golden-white armor made of platinum and gold. It is a very strong armor and provides alot of defense at minimum loss of speed. It is ornate in every aspect and is decorated with feathers as well at the collar, shoulder guards, tassels, elbows and knees. 3. Fati manus: Lucas has the power to be able to summon upto 4 invisible and ethereal hands. These hands can be used to wield his Lancea Ludiciums and have a range of 50 ft. They cannot touch any living being nor harm them in any way, but they can be used to interact with inanimate objects, and even to retrieve Lucas's sword if it is sent away from him, almost telepathically. The hands themselves are completely invisible and untouchable. When they grab something, they slightly glow with yellow, holy light. ◄ Personality: Lucas is a very thoughtful person, kindhearted and very loyal. He's known to be quite generous, always helping those in need of help as well as donating to several charity programs. He's smart and quiet, polite to even the rudest of people. He never expresses any signs of arrogance or pride, even though he is a part of a royal family. He is fiercely religious and loyal, although he never goes savage on people who question his loyalty or faith. ◄ Physical Appearance:- Spoiler:
Lucas is a tall and lean man, standing at 6'2 in height and weighing average for a fit person. He has a well toned body, although not overly muscular. His skin is pale white, sometimes giving off an unearthly glow, flawless as porcelain. His hair is jet black, sleek and smooth down to his Neck, with bangs covering half of his face most of the time. In everyway, Lucas is unattainable in terms of good looks and though girls fawn over him at every turn, even though he has no dating life. His eyes are a piercing shade of yellow, but the colors seem to change so rapidly it's like staring into sunlight, with an entire spectrum of sparkling colors lighting up the beholder. He usually wears black and white clothing, always looking royal and noble in any attire he seems to wear yet he doesn't mind getting them dirty to help others. He also has a signature ear-ring on his left ear, golden, long and thin. [See picture for reference.] ◄ Bio: Ever since a young age, Lucas has always been a bright and caring person. His father was pleased to see that he had such a righteous personality and such a kind smile. Ever since he was 12 years old, he would give most of his allowance money, which was a lot considering his family's wealth, to feed the hungry and help the homeless. He's appeared in countless news papers and magazines, hugging bunch of smiling homeless people or surrounded by people all cheering him. Even the people in the city know him to be some sort of a celebrity, a shining knight who delivers happiness to all around him. Strangers greet him on the street and he returns those greetings like they are old friends, shopkeepers sneak him small discounts so that his quest to keep the less-fortunate happy is easier, even though he doesn't like the discounts. He works at a library, although the majority of his money comes from people all over the world donating to his cause. However, as he grew older, his face became more mature and so did his feelings. Everyone who met him, aside from being awed by his manners and good looks, always mentioned that he looked somehow sorrowed. Like a being from above who was lamenting the slowly dying world around him. Even through all the help, He was only one person. Thousands still died from starvation and poverty and all that pain took it's toll on him. Nowadays, he always has a sort of sorrowed look around him, like he's smiling sadly at the little things he does. He didn't realize when he got his Fullbring powers, but he soon noticed how he could finally wield the family heirloom, Lux Finalis. His father, a fullbringer himself, taught him how to harness his powers and use them, to protect the weak. Lucas' powers were further strengthened by his resolve and sense of justice and soon, they evolved in such a way, they almost transformed him into something ethereal. It happened when he finally found someone to believe in, someone who shared the same vision of a peaceful world. He swore his Allegiance to this god-like person, who in turn, helped him to become something stronger. Someone strong enough to protect this world. He became a being like no other. When he achieved his ascension, there was so much power, he almost burned himself into nothingness from the light erupting from his body. But he tamed the power and made it his, and now he is one of the strongest Fullbringers/humans in existence. Not even he knows what he is, now that he has ascended from the form of a regular fullbringer. ◄ Fullbring◄ Name: Divinity ◄ Item: His soul. ◄ Appearance: When activated, Divinity causes him to glow with enough intensity to blind enough onlookers. This goes on for a second before it fades away, revealing him in his new form. Before he ascended, he had a pair of golden ethereal wings behind him, which enabled him to fly. As his powers evolved, his wings multiplied into two pairs of golden wings. Now, after his ascension, he has 3 full pairs of golden, semi-transparent wings that look like they are made of light itself. He also has a goldenish glow to him. ◄ Ability: He is able to use the powers of light and energy to his manipulation. He can cause bursts of bright lights to erupt or even take energy from existing light sources and manipulate them into something devastating. Because of this, his power is greatest in daytime or near energy or electricity, which is another form of light. Because of this ability's power, Lucas is almost completely immune to the element Light and any powers related to it. He also has a higher resistance to darkness than other elements. ◄ Techniques: 1. Percute [Smite]: This is usually a weapon he uses against lesser beings. Lucas lays his hand upon the head of the target and then causes his energy to flow into the victim, causing the victim to emanate light from within it's body, growing in intensity until it's very life is snuffed from the victim. Since this move takes a bit of time, probably around 2-3 seconds to destroy the soul, depending on the power of the being. On an actually strong target [AKA RPC], It usually isn't effective enough to use in combat. He usually uses this ability as an ending blow, to end the misery and pain of his fallen foes or to help someone move on who doesn't wish to live anymore. Still, if he manages to grip down on the forehead of his opponent in mid combat, unless the opponent immediately gets out of his grip, they'll begin to feel the effects of the light slowly heating up from inside like a burner until it completely burns their entire form, disintegrating the very soul of the victim. [In Combat, requires two posts to execute. First post will involve the grab and a hot feeling within the victim, the tell-tale signs of his attack. The next post will vapourize the insides of the target of the being if the hand is still in contact.] The pain also depends on the corruptness of the target. If the victim is a good person, the pain will be minimal, almost a warm and peaceful feeling. If the being is something like a hollow, the pain will be excruciating. 2. Lumen Concutite [Light Shatter]: Lucas points his forefinger and middle finger at a surface. A small circle of light will appear on that area, instantly widening into large circle of light, with a 5-30 ft radius, depending on amount of power he uses. After a few moments of the light appearing, the burst of light will strike the circle from above, dealing heavy damage to anything unfortunate enough to be caught within the circle. The shaft of light which descends from the sky will burn into the circle for a second before shattering, sending fragments of glass-like energy in every direction. These fragments cut like glass. The radius of the circle determines the power of the blast of light. The minimum size, 5 ft radius, is the most concentrated and is almost always lethal to victims trapped in it. The largest it can reach, a 30 ft radius, is spread out and not very damaging, but can still causing temporary blindness and the spray of fragments is much greater, sacrificing power for more AoE. 3. Sideribus Inlustris Disrumpet: Starlight Burst, as it is also called. Lucas swishes his one of his arms twice through the air around him, or even trails it on a surface, in the shape of a cross, causing the cross to start glowing brightly from the surface upon which it was aimed at/drawn on. If it was aimed from the sky or from afar, the cross appears in the air upon which he swished it. He then slams a palm into it, causing it to launch a beam of light at a target, while the 4 limbs of the cross suddenly extend, before fading out as the beam is launched. If drawn on a surface, even the smallest cross will glow for a few moments. Then, following the lines of the 4 limbs, It will suddenly cause a burst of light to launch in the respective directions, with the Center being unaffected. It's power will be greatest if it is drawn on a surface with his blood, strong enough to create a huge crater the shape of a cross along the path of the burst. 4. Final Flash: Launches a Beam of concentrated light, powerful enough to burn a hole through several Adjuchas. It's his own version of a Cero. 5. Touch of Heaven: A passive skill, this ability causes any toxins or poisons to which Lucas comes into contact with to instantly purify, rendering toxics and poisons almost ineffective against him. Unless the poison works immediately, it will do little to no damage on him. This is also a sort of healing for him, as outside of battle, he can heal his injuries at a high speed. Also, after battle, he can take the wounds of another onto himself, healing the person but inflicting the pain and injuries on himself. This also includes internal and mental pain. The wounds he take from an ally, he can heal right away using this same power, but the pain stays with him. 6. Vertex: Bending the very fabric of light, Lucas can travel at almost invisible speeds, allowing him to seemingly teleport around the battlefield. This is his ascended version of the Fullbringer Light-movement. When he uses this move, he fades out in a glow of golden. Sometimes he moves fast enough to leave an afterimage. A secondary manipulation of this move involves him bending the fabric of light even more, enough for him to travel inbetween realms. This method of transportation allows him to enter the Soul Society or Hueco Mundo if he wants, but is not as spontaneous as the primary method of usage. ◄ Powers1. Lancea Ludicium: Lucas can summon a Lucas made of pure light. This lance will solidify into a goldenish weapon which he can then use to thrust at enemies. The key point about this move that makes it so strong is that, when he throws it, just as it leaves his hand, it will accelerate to extreme speeds, usually producing a sonic boom the exact millisecond it launches from his hand. The weapon's composition is also extremely strong, so it is able to penetrate almost all known things, even things made out of energy or semi-ethereal things. It does not go boom.2. Seven Heavens: Once Lucas changes into his ascended form, a Circle of energy floats behind him. It is a holy, magical circle, with several inner circles and countless symbols rotating around. After every set interval of time or so, A streak of energy appears on the outskirts of the circle. They all add up to 7 streaks around the circle. They are like extra charges. Lucas can use a streak, or a number of them, to power up a technique or power of his greatly for the next use. For instance, if he uses 3 streaks to fire a Lancea Ludicium, the power of the Lancea Ludicium would most likely be tripled in comparison with one fired normally. Using 7 of these streaks, he can even save someone on the brink of death, or save himself from the brink of death after battle. 3. Ascension: This is when Lucas wants to get serious. This causes him to turn into his true form. His entire form bursts with light, exploding outwards so brightly, it is bright enough to burn away anyone looking directly at him. And then, when the transformation if complete, Lucas stands in a renewed White and gold armor covering every inch of his body, stronger than his normal armor and even lighter. His entire form glows with energy and he has 6 pairs of incorporeal, golden glowing wings now, which release enough light to lighten up even the darkest areas. This is his strongest limit and upon transformation, he closes all open wounds upon him (though he keeps the exertion and damage dealt by them). 4. Sancti Cogere: This is, with no doubt, Lucas' Strongest move. It is basically a huge ball of energy, the size and power depending on various things, that is formed in between Lucas' hands and then thrown at the enemy. It has several modes and usage methods, each relying on different ways to power up. "Gaia Opprimere" - Forms a light yellow energy ball, it gathers energy from all the nearby living beings. The more living beings there are in the vicinity, the stronger this move gets. So it is strongest near a heavily populated area. Any living being counts, including trees and wildlife. It explodes on heavy impact. Size of explosion depends on how much he absorbs. "Aqua Opprimere" - Forms a dark blue energy sphere from thousands of gallons of water. It gathers energy by sucking in water from the surroundings, getting stronger with more water. It is meant to be used over oceans or large bodies of water. It also releases an explosion of water on impact. Size of explosion depends on how much he absorbs. "Impetus Opprimere" - Forms a bright orange energy sphere by absorbing nearby sources of heat. Fire, heat and even lava are sucked in and transformed into the raw energy that powers this move. This is the most destructive of his Sancti Cogere, as it explodes into tidal waves of fire and lava in all directions. Size of explosion depends on how much he absorbs. "Fulmen Opprimere" - Forms a whitish blue energy sphere that sparks and buzzes with energy. It is formed by absorbing nearby power and energy, most notably electricity. It explodes in a burst of sparks and chain lightning on impact, as well as causing a thunderous boom sound. Size of explosion depends on how much he absorbs. "Aero Opprimere" - Forms a skyblue energy sphere, made from sucking in the surrounding air into it. It creates the most suction among all his Opprimere as well as the biggest. It explodes with a very, very strong shockwave and is his largest-radius-of-effect attack. Size of explosion depends on how much he absorbs. "Judgement" - The Strongest Opprimere he has, Lucas forms a glowing golden energy sphere made of light. It takes in energy from all light sources as well as a portion from the surrounding sources of reiatsu and energy. After the sphere is finished, usually enormous in size, it suddenly shrinks to something similar to his Lancea Ludicium before he launches it at his opponent. The aim is always perfect, always aimming for the opponent's chest. When it hits the victim, it impales the victim through before suddenly causing the victim to explode into light particles if the victim is weak enough. If the victim is stronger, the spear will just explode like a nuke. If the attack misses, it simply sticks into any surface it hits. It does not dissipate nor disappear until Lucas causes it to disappear or until it has hit it's target. Therefore, Lucas can simply regain it before attempting to impale his target again. It cannot be touched by anyone other than Lucas, as touching it would instantly vapourize anyone foolish enough to do so. Like the Lancea Ludicium, this spear can penetrate through almost anything, including weapons and shields, travelling right through the object like it isn't even there. Role-play sample:- Spoiler:
It was a night like any other. Even to him, this night was usual matters. He simply had to aid a battle by taking out a high priority target... Nothing new nor too hard.
And so there he was, perched ontop of the high building, no fear of the high drop on his masked face. His black hair was sopping wet, as was his entire form. The rain was coming down in icy waves, his long black cloak billowing out behind him towards the side, the wind coming in from the other direction. Although this man seemed like a very strange man, everything about him was fearless and lethal. He was perched like a hawk, crouched down with both hands gripping the ledge on which he was on, keeping himself from falling down into the ground below. His face was covered by an eerie mask, with no expressions nor designs, other than a blue cross above the right eye. His black hair fitted perfectly with the black clothing he wore. His left shoulder was covered by a heavy silver vambrace, protecting part of his neck and chest as well, with metal guards covering most of his left arm. A black gauntlet protected both arms, but on his right arm was a large armblade, unlike any other. It was atleast a 2 ft in length, coming from the middle of his arm and extending past his hands. It was jagged and ornate, already having that bloody aura around it. This blade had no-doubtedly taken the lives of many, yet was wielded easily by this nightmare of a person. His most odd and dangerous looking piece of clothing, however, was his cape. As far as a cape should go, his one was more like 4 capes. 4 long strips of black leather was billowing out behind him, each having enough length to go down to his knees. But at the end of each was a fanged blade, razor sharp and gleaming in the low light. He showed no fear of getting cut by his own flailing cape, his eyes focused only upon the sight underneath him. For under the ledge upon which he was sentinel, was a bloody battle hidden from the eyes of humans.
Humane creatures, as pale as the moon itself, were locked in bloody combat against beastly wolves, lunging themselves at each other, aiming for vital areas, thirsting for blood. Many bodies already lay upon the ground, bleeding to death or already dead. Ofcourse, vampires and lycans did not die from just inflicting wounds upon each other. Only silver could cause lasting wounds. A lycan suddenly slashed at a vampire's face, it's claws catching the flash of lightning in the sky as it shined silver, right before it raked it's way through the victim's throat. A few feet away, a silver blade sent caused sparks as it then dug deep into the chest of a large werewolf. Everywhere one looked, blood was either spurting out or was splattering over the walls of this alleyway. And then, he saw his target. The female was in the thick of battle, her signature white hair dyed crimson with blood. She had been foolish to join the battle tonight. A king who moves ahead of her pawns? That is suicide...
And then, he jumped, a leap of faith that caused his cape to flutter outwards, the man descending down like a shadowy raven. His blade was ready to pierce through the woman, but she saw his descending shadow and looked up. Her reflexes were lightning fast, her curved blade instantly flashing up to deflect his blade. He landed easily, like a cat, not even shaking the ground as he instantly charged at the female. He thrust and slashed his blade with the skill of the elite he was, but she matched each of his slashes. He was pressuring her as she was taking measured steps backwards. He kept on with his assault, their blades a blur of silver as they both fought at their bests. Then, suddenly, she took a small jump back. This was it. She almost stumbled! Sephiroth instantly stepped in for the kill, but it turned out to be a ruse. The woman smirked as her blade caught the light of the moon. Suddenly, a flash of white light as Sephiroth found his face forced upwards. Another flash and he stumbled a few steps back, instantly looking down at his chest to see a cut going from his right shoulder to his left, down to the end of the ribs. The cut was serious as blood pooled out, his left hand trying to cover it. A second later, the cut that was aimed at his face finally revealed it's damage, as the mask fell away in two halves. His face was revealed, the young face that looked at the woman in disbelief. The woman, who was his target. The woman, who was smirking at him in triumph. Her blade was smoking white, the silver having been empowered by the moon when the woman caused it to catch it's light. She had powers... And now, Sephiroth was grievously wounded. A Vampire shoved Sephiroth behind him as he shouted, "Run, Talon! Run!"
Sephiroth knew that he would bleed out soon, as he felt the first effects of shock coming in. He instantly turned around, stumbling again, as he managed to scarper away from the battleground before breaking into a sprint. His cloak was torn from his back as a lycan slashed out at him, but missed. Another slash was blocked by his arm blade, but at a wrong angle, causing the blade to break away from his arm and fall to the ground. The environment around him blurred as he ran at super-human speeds, away from the city scene and finally slowing down in a suburban area. He was panting, the cut in his chest having already dyed most of his front a very dark red color, as the black fabrics absorbed the blood till they were soaking. The rain made it no better, Now less intense, but still thundering. He walked forwards, not even seeing where he was going as he tried hard not to double over. He didn't even notice that he had crossed the threshold of a lawn and was walking up the frontyard of someone's house. He felt his energy leaving him as he collapsed on the front steps of the house, half on the foyer, under the porch, and half on the stairs, in the rain. He took a last, weakened look infront of him, not even sure of what he was seeing before darkness creeped in and blacked out his vision... Just like that, he fell unconscious, helpless to whoever was inside the house... The noise he made when he fell onto the wooden foyer must've woken atleast one inhabitant.
Darkness. That was all he could see. Everywhere around him was simply solid darkness. Like everything but him had been erased into oblivion, only he stood, or rather, floated in this never ending darkness. He was cold. Too cold even for what he was. The cut on his chest was still bleeding here, even in this surreal world of limbo. However, then he felt something... No, this was not in this realm, it was in his real life, his real body. Someone was tugging at his cloak and leather clothing and though the clothing wasn't taken off in this empty abyss, Sephiroth was sure it had been taken off in the real world. Then, he felt something. As the inner shirt was cut off of him, revealing his bare chest, he felt something cleaning the blood off. The water seeped into his wound, taking away the remnants of silver that prevented his wound from closing... And then, he was falling through the darkness.... Falling... Falling... Falling......
His eyes opened suddenly, but with no noise nor movement of his body. He stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, but then realized it wasn't a ceiling. A cloth covered his face. The first movement his body made was his right hand reaching up to his face to take the cloth off, revealing to him, the room in which he was. A cozy living room of someone's house and though he was still damp from the rain, it felt toasty here. Warm and nice. But his face didn't show anything as he realized his mask was not on his face. A flashback occured in which he remembered his mask being cut in half, being cut by the woman with white hair. Only the top right part had been cut off, so where was the major section of his surviving mask? It was on the floor. Someone had taken it off. It was then when he allowed his senses to explore, still lying on the couch. He heard it, two hearts beating. One was close, beating rather rapidly while the other seemed to be above him, beating in the slow and soulful rhythm of sleep.
He slowly got up, taking a moment to see if anyone was around. No one, so the person must be in another room, having taken him for dead. True, he didn't have a beating heart, but he was alive and well... Not really, as he looked down upon the gash on his chest. A dark red slash, not yet fully healed but atleast the bleeding had stopped. He felt weak. Greatly weakened. He had been stripped of his signature bladed cape and his arm-blade in the battlegrounds, as well as of his honor. He had to retrieve those weapons... But first, he needed to investigate where it was that he landed in. He quietly got off the couch, the floor not even recognizing his presence. He had a velvet tread, and even fellow vampires had stated how creepily silent he was. He heard a voice from the next room as he slowly walked towards the sound. He was dizzy and weak from the lack of blood. He had lost a good amount of it from the wound, but he had enough to last him for some time...
But the main question was that someone had seen him. Someone had seen his face. That someone needed to be eliminated. His secrecy needed to be kept... He slowly leaned against the wall, next to the door which led to the room where the sound was coming from. He heard a female voice, who was probably a bit panicking from the rate of her heartbeats, as well as a quieter voice coming from the phone she was holding, which was telling her to hold. He slowly lowered himself to a crouch, so he could retrieve the knife from within his boot. It came out of it's hidden sheath soundlessly, as he straightened up again. He peeked into the room, his dark eyes focusing upon the light haired female with her back turned towards him. It was then when he truly thought that if he had a heart, it would stop. Although he couldn't see her face, he began guessing how it was. Everything about her... seemed... So pure. Innocent and pure. A pang of pain hit him hard in his chest. The thought about killing such a sweet innocent girl like her... Of course, he had met women of his race far better looking and better endowed, but this girl was simply... She simply had that glow around her. To kill something so chaste was an act against nature itself.. But he had to do it. He was a killer. He was born as a killer. He needed to kill this girl... He was screaming at himself mentally to move. To close in and slit that girl's throat. But his conflicting thoughts kept him still... He just couldn't.
His eyes narrowing in disgust at the weakness he was displaying, he decided he would allow her to live. After all, he could simply walk out now and never be seen again. She wouldn't have gotten into trouble that way. He slid his knife back into his boot, before straightening up. He then took a silent step forward and his world lurched. He had forgotten about his weakness and standing up for so long had almost sapped his strength. He'd been leaning on the wall for support, but now, he was walking without any wall to support him. So he stumbled before falling forward onto the ground. He hissed in pain as his chest hit the floor, instantly turning onto his side and curling up a bit at the pain. He was no immortal god that felt no pain. Like humans, he felt it just as it was. And right now, it was agonizing.
As the pain ebbed away, he managed to push himself up into a sitting position. He focused his eyes upon the door through which the female was. She obviously heard him fall, again, as he noticed how her heart had begun beating even faster. He sat there on the floor, his dark eyes focused on the door to see how the female would react to finding him, who she deemed dead, sitting on the floor and perfectly alive.
Statistics: Rank/level - MST 3 Hankou - 10 Reiryoku - 20 Hakudo - 15 Seijuu - 15 Bukijuu - 15 Hoho - 10 Points awarded: Total points: 85
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