Lucas Le Doux

Ruthlessly pursuing his goal, Lucas has no issue with running roughshod over others, no matter who they are, so long as he has even the slightest way to justify the abuse, even if only to himself. He hates betrayers with a passion bordering on an obsession, and will destroy them wherever they arise. He will keep to the letter of his promises, if not precisely to the spirit, because of this, and will never directly contradict his promises by word or by deed, no matter the temptation. He has never, nor will he ever, portray himself as anything other than what he is - a man who will do anything to reach his goal.

Yet, while he professes to hate the very world he has conquered, he restrains his passions and rules with an even, if a bit heavy, hand. His only reason for doing so is simple - he is bound by the promise he made to his brother Jasper as a child. It is that promise alone that keeps him going despite the aeons, despite the chaos, despite the degeneration of all he once was. For not always was he a man intent on a single goal to the exclusion of all else.

He was once a child, with loves and hopes and wishes and dreams of his own. He was once a child; a child with a twin brother, a dream of a world without war, a trust in the deep down goodness of all people under the sun. That child is lost to the sands of time, and all that remains is the hardened shell of the man with the goal. A goal in the name of a dead brother and a wasted dream.

Perhaps Lucas once resembled the rest of the world, but centuries of life, conquest, and dealings with strange forces have rendered him... unique. His eyes are the brilliant silver of the full moon, ringed round with jagged black, his hair is long, wavy, and a strange smoke gray, and his skin is the dusky, blue-black hue of the midnight sky, complete with rippling waves of silver that catch and reflect the light. Tall, slender, and beautiful in his own dark way, Lucas is recognized wherever he goes.

His day to day attire is a hodgepodge of fashions, both old and new. His hair is tied back with a subtly patterned length of cord, from which dangle intricate metal charms representing the myrid elements that his people believed made up the universe. Two bright white wedges, one on each cheek, rise from his jaw line and spear towards each eye - a ritual symbol of prolonged mourning that he paints upon his face every morning. His clothes, though, are modern in design, though edged in patterns and symbols that exist only in his past. Lucas commonly wears dark colors, though if he wishes to be impressive he'll wear bright silver with black edging, mirroring his eyes.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived two princes, heirs to the dual throne of their land. They lived in peace and happiness, for their land was sheltered from the vagaries of the world about them, left to drift seemingly outside of time. It was an idyllic country, filled with the wonders of man and nature, tucked away in a small mountain domain, ignored by the world about them for hundreds of years.

But that peace shattered, soon after the brothers rose to the throne. Two warring states decided that the small mountain region was a good tactical stronghold against the other. First came the armies, but the princes knew their land as few other could, and turned back armies much larger than theirs with little issue. Then came the diplomats, alternately cajoling and threatening. When those proved ineffective, then came the assassinations.

The first prince, strong in his knowledge of the land, left his brother in control of the capital and went ranging, turning aside the probes of the warring states. While he was gone, courtiers listened to the gold-laden whispers of cloaked figures. While he was gone, courtiers gathered, and plotted, and finally struck.

While he was gone, his brother was knifed in plain view by his most trusted companion. While he was gone, his brother's favored knights rose up in protest, but they could only do so much. While he was gone, he felt his twin pass beyond the world. While he was gone, something froze within his heart.

Upon his return, he gathered unto him the knights that he trusted most, and began a purge that lasted for a decade. At the end of the brutal period, everyone who'd every accepted gold from the cloaked strangers was dead, as were the strangers, the nobles who sent them, and most of the ruling families of both the warring states. That started his conquest of the world, in the quest of bringing about the world his brother dreamed of before his death.