Oɴᴄᴇ Uᴘᴏɴ A Tɪᴍᴇ: • Born and raised in a small town, Lucan spent his early years exploring the lush forests around his home and chasing fireflies. With is little sister in tow they had many adventures never fearing for their safety in the small town. There was never much to in the tiny town often leaving Lucan to spend time with his friends when they would go to the neighboring 'big' towns to find something to do. Things went well for years until the fall Lucan turned eight. His family was already settled for the evening and all had been quiet. How the fire was started no one ever found out, it was believed that some electrical wiring was knocked loose during the previous weeks wind storm. The old home lit up like kindling and panic broke out. Lucan doesn't remember how he ended up in the front yard only that his whole body hurt. Flashes of the hospital trip were all he recalled for the first few days. The day after the incident Lucan was awake long enough to find out that not only had the house burned down but he was the sole survivor. It appeared as though a small explosion had knocked him into the yard and was the only thing that saved him. He had third degree burns all over his body and the doctors were doing all they could. Lucan didn't care, he was alone now and that was all that mattered to him. Wanting nothing more then for something to go wrong and allow him to join his family, Lucan received the exact opposite of that. It was the clatter of a tray and a nurses gasp that woke him a few days later. His bandages were off and it wasn't hard to see the pristine pale skin that was once again covering his body. How was this even possible?
Lucan never got a chance to ask what had happened. 'Freak'...'Contact the CDC, there's something wrong with this kid.'....'Maybe it's some kind of miracle?'....'Could be a curse....' In those hours after the discovery the feeling in the hospital rapidly changed. The doctors told him a 'specialist' would be down in the morning and that until then they needed him to stay in his room. Lucan didn't missed the armed men outside of his room. Emotionally distraught already the young boy did the sanest thing he could at that moment, he ran. With nothing but the hospital clothes he had been given, he made a break for it out the window late at night. He ran, and didn't stop. With a friend's help he was clothed properly and on a bus out of Indiana before they even knew he was gone. By sneaking around and hitch hiking the young blond eventually made it to a group home in Chicago. It wasn't long after getting here that the young man found himself dragged into groups he would have rather avoided. Lucan learned quickly that the proper wielding of a knife generally kept people away, it also got him in trouble with the cops a lot. Through his ability Lucan kept alive unlike most of the people he came to know on those streets. For years he bounced in and out of school though how he managed sometimes Lucan doesn't even know.
Most of what happened to him from graduation to current times remains a tight lipped secret. He doesn't like to talk about any of the tragedies that occurred during that time nor the things he's seen in his short life. Lucan spent some time traveling the world and met people he'll never forget. It's during his travels that he came to Vegas and well gambled his money away. On his way out of Higher Power a man had attempted, rather poorly might he add, to rob the place. Lucan took the man down before the security could get there. In the process the blond was injured leaving those who were paying enough attention to realize what he was. It didn't take long for him to meet the head honcho and gain a rank in the Brotherhood. The rest is history...
Uɴᴅᴇʀ Tʜɪs Mᴀsᴋ: • A warm individual, Lucan is the type of person who will take time out of his day to help anyone. Always willing to lend a hand he's often the go to guy. Very much a listener instead of a talker, he always as a shoulder ready to cry on or a dozen jokes up his sleeve to cure a bad day. Lucan is said to have patience that rivals god but he simply doesn't like wasting the energy on being angry. On the rare occasions he is set off, Lucan's temper is an explosive whirlwind. He'll have you down, hog tied and damn near sophisticated before you can react. He's not one to control his anger when he does snap and generally has to be knocked out of it. Lucan does his best to keep him problems to himself not wanting to bother anyone with his troubles. Embarrassed easily if praised or complimented, Lucan does his best to keep a low profile but he doesn't always succeed in that.
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Wʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴋᴇs Mᴇ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ: • - Many might not consider it special but Lucan has no scars. There isn't a mark or a mar on his pale skin anywhere.
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Survival
Healing/Master level Enhanced Regeneration
Lucan's one and only mutation is that of self regeneration. His cells rapidly reproduce allowing him to almost instantaneously heal. Lucan is not certain what he can live through but at this rate he figures he'll have it all solved before he's thirty.
Fighting
Lucan has spent many years learning how to take care of himself. Adapt with a knife he is primarily a hand to hand combatant. Mostly versed in street fighting he has been trained in boxing as well as Muay Thai.
Tʜᴏsᴇ Wʜᴏ Lᴏᴠᴇ Mᴇ: • None, all deceased
