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Name: Lucas Finn
Base Name: Colin Farrell
Alias: Shorten his name, he'll hate you. Though he doesn't mind being called Finn.
Looks Age: 26
Real Age: 500+
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
If Human, are they a blood donor?: N/A
Appearance.
Height: 5"11
Eye colour: Hazel
Hair colour and length: Short sides, styled. Dark brown.
Distinguishing Markings:
Tattoo's/scars/birthmarks etc... Only the bite marks from being turned that never healed properly.
Personality: Lucas makes himself a cold and distance man. He likes to think he can pull it off well because nothing terrifies him more making friendships and bonds with people. He doesn't let anyone see beneath him and find out more than just his name and profession - because he's damn proud of that. He can very harsh to people he feels are trying to get close to him and so far the only people that are close to him, are those that work with him and that's because he had no choice in that. He tries to act like he really doesn't have a soul.
Lucas' shell however can be cracked by mere persistence. If you break it down, you will find a scared man who just wants the chance to love someone again. Lucas can be a friendly and open person, someone who loves to hang out with people and get to know them. He wants to be someone who can be there for someone but he can never be honest with anyone he meets. Lying is natural for him to cover up everything in his life. How the hell could he ever tell someone he's a vampire?
Occupation: Art Curator, seller and professor of Art History
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Art and History
+ Cooking
+ Being by the beach
+ Travelling
- People who don't appreciate art
- Overbearing guys
-
Abilities/Powers:
- Enhanced strength, senses etc
- Immortal
- blah blah vampire
Weaknesses/Strengths:
+ Knowledgable and very in the know.
- As far as weaknesses, a stake to the heart is completely fatal. Sunshine only weakens him, he cannot stay out in it for long, it makes him drowsy and slow. Most other vampire myths don't apply to him, he can cross running water, he can move far away from his homeland, fire isn't fatal and neither is holy symbols.
History: Lucas was born in Dublin, Ireland around the years 1563. He can't remember the exact date of his birth, he just knows it was apparently in mid October and commonly says it's 15th October.
Ireland was a hard place to live in. Born to a catholic family, his father was killed by the British Protestants who wanted the Catholic's lands and to protect her child, his mother moved out to the country, far away from the impending British army. Without their father, the Carlson's struggled. His mother tried her best to raise a farm with her eldest Nathan to hand and Lucas was too small and weak. They were starving everyday. She turned to ways of getting money no women wanted to do. Lucas grew up seeing men constantly leave his home and many a time he would spend by the fireplace with his mother as she cried.
When he was seven and Nathan was eleven, his mother took them to the port one day and paid for them to be taken away by a new family. She wrote them a letter, but the two boys couldn't read, let alone know their mother could write. All they knew was she was sending them away because she loved them and wanted them to live. She sent them to a French Catholic orphanage in the heart of Paris. Unbeknown to them on the way there, the orphanage was owned and ran by an auntie they had never the chance to meet for obvious reasons. At least they never lost their Irish accents cause of her.
She raised the two boys as her own sons. She taught them French, how to read and write in both languages. She helped Nathan find work and earn money and Lucas when he was old enough. Lucas got work in a artist studio cleaning up and occasionally getting a return of a portrait painted of him or any choice of his favourite paintings he saw.
For most of his life, he grew up incredibly close to his brother. There was a four year gap between them and Nathan more than ever from when they moved to Paris had to look after his little brother. But later into his twenties, things started to turn to shit.
Lucas was starting to get himself into the trade of artwork and helping the painters he worked for get their names out there. And he wasn't a bad sketcher himself. However Nathan was gaining debts, gambling debts and loans. He was making a bad name for himself and everyone knew the Carlson brothers, whether it was just simple that they were Irish. But everyone knew them.
When Nathan's debts got too much for one group he owed, they wanted to hit him hard. So who did they target? His younger brother. One night on the way back from one of the studio's he worked in, he was hit over the head and blindfolded.
He woke later, tied to a chair surrounded by a gang and his brother staring at him in horror. The next thing he knew, someone was biting into his neck and he could feel his life slipping away from him. When he barely had seconds left, he was reminded that this was his brothers fault. His brother had brought him hell.
Waking up the next day in the slums of Paris had the been the shock of his life. He was in pain, but suddenly he noticed the changes. The absent of his heartbeat, his lungs needing air, even that he didn't need to blink. He was hungry but food made him sick, it made him vomit. Water the same. It wasn't still till he felt his new canines and and felt the marks on the neck he understood what had happened to him. Vampires were real and he was one of them now. Thanks to Nathan.
It took him awhile to get used to it. The new lifestyle, one he didn't want to have and live. He didn't want to kill people to survive, to be sick in the sunlight, to have to hide his new abilities. It was horrible life to try and live and with no one to help him through it, he struggled to come to terms with everything. Especially Nathan.
Later in life he fled from Paris, not wanting to stay there with the demons that lived within him. He moved around Europe, even back to Ireland for a period of time where his mother had raised them on a farm. Finally when the first immigrants started to travel to America in more bulk from the 1800's he took his chance for a new life and jumped on a boat. Before you actually did need a picture of yourself to travel.
Base Name: Colin Farrell
Alias: Shorten his name, he'll hate you. Though he doesn't mind being called Finn.
Looks Age: 26
Real Age: 500+
Species: Vampire
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
If Human, are they a blood donor?: N/A
Appearance.
Height: 5"11
Eye colour: Hazel
Hair colour and length: Short sides, styled. Dark brown.
Distinguishing Markings:
Tattoo's/scars/birthmarks etc... Only the bite marks from being turned that never healed properly.
Personality: Lucas makes himself a cold and distance man. He likes to think he can pull it off well because nothing terrifies him more making friendships and bonds with people. He doesn't let anyone see beneath him and find out more than just his name and profession - because he's damn proud of that. He can very harsh to people he feels are trying to get close to him and so far the only people that are close to him, are those that work with him and that's because he had no choice in that. He tries to act like he really doesn't have a soul.
Lucas' shell however can be cracked by mere persistence. If you break it down, you will find a scared man who just wants the chance to love someone again. Lucas can be a friendly and open person, someone who loves to hang out with people and get to know them. He wants to be someone who can be there for someone but he can never be honest with anyone he meets. Lying is natural for him to cover up everything in his life. How the hell could he ever tell someone he's a vampire?
Occupation: Art Curator, seller and professor of Art History
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Art and History
+ Cooking
+ Being by the beach
+ Travelling
- People who don't appreciate art
- Overbearing guys
-
Abilities/Powers:
- Enhanced strength, senses etc
- Immortal
- blah blah vampire
Weaknesses/Strengths:
+ Knowledgable and very in the know.
- As far as weaknesses, a stake to the heart is completely fatal. Sunshine only weakens him, he cannot stay out in it for long, it makes him drowsy and slow. Most other vampire myths don't apply to him, he can cross running water, he can move far away from his homeland, fire isn't fatal and neither is holy symbols.
History: Lucas was born in Dublin, Ireland around the years 1563. He can't remember the exact date of his birth, he just knows it was apparently in mid October and commonly says it's 15th October.
Ireland was a hard place to live in. Born to a catholic family, his father was killed by the British Protestants who wanted the Catholic's lands and to protect her child, his mother moved out to the country, far away from the impending British army. Without their father, the Carlson's struggled. His mother tried her best to raise a farm with her eldest Nathan to hand and Lucas was too small and weak. They were starving everyday. She turned to ways of getting money no women wanted to do. Lucas grew up seeing men constantly leave his home and many a time he would spend by the fireplace with his mother as she cried.
When he was seven and Nathan was eleven, his mother took them to the port one day and paid for them to be taken away by a new family. She wrote them a letter, but the two boys couldn't read, let alone know their mother could write. All they knew was she was sending them away because she loved them and wanted them to live. She sent them to a French Catholic orphanage in the heart of Paris. Unbeknown to them on the way there, the orphanage was owned and ran by an auntie they had never the chance to meet for obvious reasons. At least they never lost their Irish accents cause of her.
She raised the two boys as her own sons. She taught them French, how to read and write in both languages. She helped Nathan find work and earn money and Lucas when he was old enough. Lucas got work in a artist studio cleaning up and occasionally getting a return of a portrait painted of him or any choice of his favourite paintings he saw.
For most of his life, he grew up incredibly close to his brother. There was a four year gap between them and Nathan more than ever from when they moved to Paris had to look after his little brother. But later into his twenties, things started to turn to shit.
Lucas was starting to get himself into the trade of artwork and helping the painters he worked for get their names out there. And he wasn't a bad sketcher himself. However Nathan was gaining debts, gambling debts and loans. He was making a bad name for himself and everyone knew the Carlson brothers, whether it was just simple that they were Irish. But everyone knew them.
When Nathan's debts got too much for one group he owed, they wanted to hit him hard. So who did they target? His younger brother. One night on the way back from one of the studio's he worked in, he was hit over the head and blindfolded.
He woke later, tied to a chair surrounded by a gang and his brother staring at him in horror. The next thing he knew, someone was biting into his neck and he could feel his life slipping away from him. When he barely had seconds left, he was reminded that this was his brothers fault. His brother had brought him hell.
Waking up the next day in the slums of Paris had the been the shock of his life. He was in pain, but suddenly he noticed the changes. The absent of his heartbeat, his lungs needing air, even that he didn't need to blink. He was hungry but food made him sick, it made him vomit. Water the same. It wasn't still till he felt his new canines and and felt the marks on the neck he understood what had happened to him. Vampires were real and he was one of them now. Thanks to Nathan.
It took him awhile to get used to it. The new lifestyle, one he didn't want to have and live. He didn't want to kill people to survive, to be sick in the sunlight, to have to hide his new abilities. It was horrible life to try and live and with no one to help him through it, he struggled to come to terms with everything. Especially Nathan.
Later in life he fled from Paris, not wanting to stay there with the demons that lived within him. He moved around Europe, even back to Ireland for a period of time where his mother had raised them on a farm. Finally when the first immigrants started to travel to America in more bulk from the 1800's he took his chance for a new life and jumped on a boat. Before you actually did need a picture of yourself to travel.