Luicion
Played By: Shinimegami
Character Name: Luicion
Pronounced: lew-EE-see-OHN
Character Type: Candidate
Rank: Candidate
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Luicion is deceptively small for a twelve Turn old, but he isn’t weak. His body is fast enough to usually escape any punishment or bullying he may encounter with various scars and healed broken bones to remind him what happens if he gets caught. His hair is no longer than three inches long and is a dark brown, nearly black, with sun-reddened streaks in it from his time on the wharf. Luicion has slanted green eyes reminiscent of a Terran vulpine with all the suspicion to match. A thin mouth with sharp teeth darts across the bottom of his face and is armed with a witty comeback that tends to pop out at precisely the wrong moment.
Personality:
Luicion has been called a problem child back at Fort Seahold. With his parents dying while he was still young, he grew up without any reliable sense of authority. He’ll fight anyone for near anything and any reason. He’s cocky, arrogant, and a thief. Luicion’s arrogance has very often landed him in a fight with a lad too big and a little too bright to fall for his agility and the lad has suffered strenuous injuries as a result. More than once has he been punished for stealing and nothing is safe from his sticky fingers- fish, equipment, valuables, even a rare firelizard egg once. Luicion developed an attitude of, “If I want it, it’s mine, and by Faranth I’m gonna take it.” If stealing is completely out of the question (meaning if he knows he’ll be beaten if he steals), then Luicion will barter anything he can and never mind if it’s not his.
This isn’t to say, of course, that Luicion is heartless. To those that earn his trust, he’s their friend for life short of them lying to or betraying him. Despite the fact that he’ll lie his way out of a paper bag and betray his brother for a hair comb, Luicion believes true friends should be almost as sacred as a dragon. The downside of him being so young is that he still tends to trust far too easily, thus resulting in his heart being smashed too often. He’s quick with a joke and a laugh when the situation allows it and loves to be the center of attention. Luicion will always try to use his quick tongue to get out of work and especially if he can make someone else do it. He never uses a substitute for a fight, however; his battles are always his own. Nor will he back down from a challenge no matter who his opponent is- even if that means fighting a well-muscled seventeen Turn old and suffering the resulting week in the infirmary, as happened when Luicion was ten Turns. He learned his limit that day- anyone usually over fifteen Turns, sixteen pushing it, is too much for him to handle and could result in him being hurt or worse.
Birth Place: Fort Seahold
Parents: Lucasia, mother. Marhelion, father. Both deceased.
History:
Luicion was born at Fort Seahold on 8.10.2.24. When Luicion was young, no older than two Turns old, both of his parents were killed. His father died at sea (whispered rumors suggest there was a mutiny and Marhelion was just in the wrong place at the wrong time) and his mother was murdered in a fight at the bar that she was serving at. Luicion himself was more or less tossed about in a haphazard attempt at fostering. He developed condescension for people in authoritative positions and spent as little time as possible in any one home. Luicion preferred to spend time with a small band of youths his own age and slightly older. He learned to fight and, if that wouldn’t work or if the fight started to turn sour, to duck, dive, dodge, and run. Older boys would try to pummel him into submission and occasionally would. But sometimes Luicion would use his agility to essentially have them beat themselves up.
Luicion never cared for the fishing craft. He was always more interested in the dark and looming Weyr on the horizon as a young male should be. He never saw much use for girls growing up- they were smelly and cried far too often for his taste, not to mention that they always got in the way. Luicion generally spent his time with other boys and old boys out of necessity. Many times it was discussed whether or not to throw him out of the Hold due to fighting but someone always commented on how it at least kept him and the other miscreants busy and not in the adults’ hair. While that made sense, it was finally agreed that the boy needed to do some real work, none that he could weasel out of, and some that would wear him out. So Luicion was set to peeling the barnacles off the keels of ships most hours of the day. The boy had to learn better breath control as a result or suffer the marine refuse that the other boys and men would throw in his face when Luicion came up for breath.
Luicion spent many a sevenday trying to think of ways to subvert this punishment and weasel someone else into his spot and almost succeeded. Once he lured a boy of about fourteen Turns to take his spot while Luicion himself went off to reassert his place in the local pecking order. One of the sailors caught on when the bigger lad first was bigger than the small boy was and second came up for breath far more often. Luicion was tracked down and given a sound lashing for his deception before being thrown straight back into the sea. The brine stung his wounds while he tried to work and made his performance suffer. The sailor he was working under kept Luicion at it all night as punishment, eyeing him in a way that seemed strange to the boy’s salt-stung eyes when he surfaced. When the night was done, the sailor dragged the boy off to his quarters to punish him in his own “resourceful” way. In this way, Luicion first encountered the idea of homosexuality and thus grew to hate it.
In the dead of night, laying on his tiny cot and staring out a nearby window at the sky, Luicion often dreamt of having his own dragon. He’d listened closely on the occasions when riders would visit the little seahold as well as sneaking peeks at the great beasts themselves. Rumors had also played a part in building his idea of a real and ideal dragonrider. Luicion decided by the time that he was ten Turns that he wanted to ride a bronze. A close second would be a brown, certainly, but a bronze was perfect. He didn’t devote much thought to blues and greens, since everyone knew that they were the bottom of the food chain. Luicion had a certain distaste for things of that nature. If he was going to be on top, then he’d need a dragon to prove he was worthy and only a bronze would do. Browns didn’t make gold eggs, after all.
On a foggy morning at the Seahold shortly after his 14th Nameday, Luicion and the rest of the youngsters were called out to the courtyard to see a blue dragon standing there with his rider. Instead of thinking, “Oh boy, here’s my chance to get my dragon,” Luicion thought first of stealing whatever marks the rider might have. Caught red-handed trying to steal his mark bag, the blue ended up Searching Luicion for Fort Weyr.
When the Resistance struck at Fort, Luicion hid away. He had no idea what was going on but keening dragons meant that people were dying and he certainly didn’t want to be one of them. So he hid and, when things settled down, slid right back in to the fold of candidates remaining.
~~Candidate Info~~
Color Preferences: Bronze
Name After Impression: L’cion
Pronounced: lew-EE-see-OHN
Character Type: Candidate
Rank: Candidate
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Luicion is deceptively small for a twelve Turn old, but he isn’t weak. His body is fast enough to usually escape any punishment or bullying he may encounter with various scars and healed broken bones to remind him what happens if he gets caught. His hair is no longer than three inches long and is a dark brown, nearly black, with sun-reddened streaks in it from his time on the wharf. Luicion has slanted green eyes reminiscent of a Terran vulpine with all the suspicion to match. A thin mouth with sharp teeth darts across the bottom of his face and is armed with a witty comeback that tends to pop out at precisely the wrong moment.
Personality:
Luicion has been called a problem child back at Fort Seahold. With his parents dying while he was still young, he grew up without any reliable sense of authority. He’ll fight anyone for near anything and any reason. He’s cocky, arrogant, and a thief. Luicion’s arrogance has very often landed him in a fight with a lad too big and a little too bright to fall for his agility and the lad has suffered strenuous injuries as a result. More than once has he been punished for stealing and nothing is safe from his sticky fingers- fish, equipment, valuables, even a rare firelizard egg once. Luicion developed an attitude of, “If I want it, it’s mine, and by Faranth I’m gonna take it.” If stealing is completely out of the question (meaning if he knows he’ll be beaten if he steals), then Luicion will barter anything he can and never mind if it’s not his.
This isn’t to say, of course, that Luicion is heartless. To those that earn his trust, he’s their friend for life short of them lying to or betraying him. Despite the fact that he’ll lie his way out of a paper bag and betray his brother for a hair comb, Luicion believes true friends should be almost as sacred as a dragon. The downside of him being so young is that he still tends to trust far too easily, thus resulting in his heart being smashed too often. He’s quick with a joke and a laugh when the situation allows it and loves to be the center of attention. Luicion will always try to use his quick tongue to get out of work and especially if he can make someone else do it. He never uses a substitute for a fight, however; his battles are always his own. Nor will he back down from a challenge no matter who his opponent is- even if that means fighting a well-muscled seventeen Turn old and suffering the resulting week in the infirmary, as happened when Luicion was ten Turns. He learned his limit that day- anyone usually over fifteen Turns, sixteen pushing it, is too much for him to handle and could result in him being hurt or worse.
Birth Place: Fort Seahold
Parents: Lucasia, mother. Marhelion, father. Both deceased.
History:
Luicion was born at Fort Seahold on 8.10.2.24. When Luicion was young, no older than two Turns old, both of his parents were killed. His father died at sea (whispered rumors suggest there was a mutiny and Marhelion was just in the wrong place at the wrong time) and his mother was murdered in a fight at the bar that she was serving at. Luicion himself was more or less tossed about in a haphazard attempt at fostering. He developed condescension for people in authoritative positions and spent as little time as possible in any one home. Luicion preferred to spend time with a small band of youths his own age and slightly older. He learned to fight and, if that wouldn’t work or if the fight started to turn sour, to duck, dive, dodge, and run. Older boys would try to pummel him into submission and occasionally would. But sometimes Luicion would use his agility to essentially have them beat themselves up.
Luicion never cared for the fishing craft. He was always more interested in the dark and looming Weyr on the horizon as a young male should be. He never saw much use for girls growing up- they were smelly and cried far too often for his taste, not to mention that they always got in the way. Luicion generally spent his time with other boys and old boys out of necessity. Many times it was discussed whether or not to throw him out of the Hold due to fighting but someone always commented on how it at least kept him and the other miscreants busy and not in the adults’ hair. While that made sense, it was finally agreed that the boy needed to do some real work, none that he could weasel out of, and some that would wear him out. So Luicion was set to peeling the barnacles off the keels of ships most hours of the day. The boy had to learn better breath control as a result or suffer the marine refuse that the other boys and men would throw in his face when Luicion came up for breath.
Luicion spent many a sevenday trying to think of ways to subvert this punishment and weasel someone else into his spot and almost succeeded. Once he lured a boy of about fourteen Turns to take his spot while Luicion himself went off to reassert his place in the local pecking order. One of the sailors caught on when the bigger lad first was bigger than the small boy was and second came up for breath far more often. Luicion was tracked down and given a sound lashing for his deception before being thrown straight back into the sea. The brine stung his wounds while he tried to work and made his performance suffer. The sailor he was working under kept Luicion at it all night as punishment, eyeing him in a way that seemed strange to the boy’s salt-stung eyes when he surfaced. When the night was done, the sailor dragged the boy off to his quarters to punish him in his own “resourceful” way. In this way, Luicion first encountered the idea of homosexuality and thus grew to hate it.
In the dead of night, laying on his tiny cot and staring out a nearby window at the sky, Luicion often dreamt of having his own dragon. He’d listened closely on the occasions when riders would visit the little seahold as well as sneaking peeks at the great beasts themselves. Rumors had also played a part in building his idea of a real and ideal dragonrider. Luicion decided by the time that he was ten Turns that he wanted to ride a bronze. A close second would be a brown, certainly, but a bronze was perfect. He didn’t devote much thought to blues and greens, since everyone knew that they were the bottom of the food chain. Luicion had a certain distaste for things of that nature. If he was going to be on top, then he’d need a dragon to prove he was worthy and only a bronze would do. Browns didn’t make gold eggs, after all.
On a foggy morning at the Seahold shortly after his 14th Nameday, Luicion and the rest of the youngsters were called out to the courtyard to see a blue dragon standing there with his rider. Instead of thinking, “Oh boy, here’s my chance to get my dragon,” Luicion thought first of stealing whatever marks the rider might have. Caught red-handed trying to steal his mark bag, the blue ended up Searching Luicion for Fort Weyr.
When the Resistance struck at Fort, Luicion hid away. He had no idea what was going on but keening dragons meant that people were dying and he certainly didn’t want to be one of them. So he hid and, when things settled down, slid right back in to the fold of candidates remaining.
~~Candidate Info~~
Color Preferences: Bronze
Name After Impression: L’cion