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- PERSONAL INFORMATIONNAME lucius atwood, but goes by lux for his bright personality meaning " light "
AGE eighteen
D.O.B july fifteenth
SEX male
GENDER male
PRONOUNS masculine
SEXUALITY pansexual
ORIENTATION demiromantic
NON-HEROIC OCCUPATION there isn't a day where lux isn't doing anything but hero work. some criticizing him that he'll run himself into the ground, but on the days where he isn't rushing head-first into danger, lux is a freelance photographer and the occasional barista at a local coffee shop in his district.
HERO INFORMATIONHERO NAME lumin / archangel
HERO OUTFIT has yet to figure out his outfit, but for now, lux tends to lean more towards black with pinks and reds smothered in. he does wear black gloves, not one to stick with just one style and knee-length boots with thick soles.
EQUIPMENT carries a double, edged sword that splits into two parts and two pistols with a superellipse-like barrel that glows a pinkish hue.
POWERS lux is ordinary with oversized cream-colored wings and enhanced combat / durability / strength / senses. he also has healing properties, able to transfer physical wounds onto himself, but cannot transfer fatal wounds nor help anyone on the brink of death. lux is also able to heal himself, but there are limits and lux certainly learned the hard way. he isn't very interesting, certainly not when they materialized at a young age, risking his life to save another. he hadn't cared at the time if he lived or died, but he needed to do something than be a bystander. it was excruciating ( and exhausting ). his wings are sensitive to vibrations and touch, curling into themselves at the slightest discomfort and he isn't always in control of them. he found that out pretty early on, crashing into things and leaving him bruised for weeks. his enhanced abilities are second nature to him, always kicking them into overdrive subconsciously which leaves him rather banged up and with more wounds than he realizes. in addition, his healing abilities have a large toll on his body and stamina, often falling into a short sleep to replenish whatever energy he lost or becomes a " limp noodle " with full consciousness, but his physical body is in a paralytic state.
SKILLS arguably, lux hasn't developed many " skilled " moves, mostly because of his refusal to use brute force ( or violence ) to solve a situation, even when he does use brute force, lux certainly doesn't enjoy it. his mentor commented that this mindset would get him killed, but this was lux's decision and he'll bear the consequences. with that in mind, lux has only developed one named move, but can change as he develops his bonds with the others. the first uses immense strength within his wings to create gushing winds, knocking his opponents or any objects they might have ( whirlwind ).
MENTOR'S MOTTO " do not let your emotions get the best of you. they will be your downfall. "
DISTRICT district eleven, is one of the most poorest districts and is filled to the brim with all sorts of crime. one of the reasons lux refuses to take a rest. everyone for themselves down here. it's kill or be killed, and lux is desperately trying to change things as long as he isn't being chased by some bold criminals thinking they can kill him.APPEARANCEWEIGHT 130 lbs / 58 kg
HEIGHT 6'0" / 182 cm
SCENT caramel frappe
BODY MODS none
SCARS lux has a variety of scars [ x , x ], most encompassing the majority of his sinewy frame, more malnourished than he likes to admit, but scars you wouldn't expect to see on an eighteen-year-old body, especially to his degree of mutilated flesh, jagged and puffy, but not noticeable unless he really does trust you with the last bit of himself there is to see, naked and exposed that makes his nerves spark with something he can't quite describe. he'll admit that he's unsightly to look at with his skin graphs and blemished skin, especially his missing limbs that look like a serial killer hacked away at them.
ACCESSORIES lux opts to wear a small silver hoop in his left earlobe and his signature circular sunglasses that do more than protect his eyes from the sun's rays, but help keep him grounded, almost as if he were hiding behind a barrier. an odd coping mechanism, but one lux can't seem to shake. feeling raw and exposed without them does more damage to his health than he'd like to admit, but he'll manage just fine on stealth missions, even if his skin is crawling with nervous energy.
AILMENTS lux suffers from night terrors, ptsd, and depression. he's also awfully malnourished, not because he doesn't want to eat, but because he falls too deep into a spiral ( missions, for example ) that he forgets to eat until his stomach ( or someone ) reminds him. he has major issues with his body from the frequent injuries that they become excruciating during the colder months. he lost the majority of his right arm, replaced by a robotic arm that needs constant repair because of his lack of self-preservation. he also lost both of his legs ( from the knee down ) at the same time, replaced by mechanical parts that become irritated and painful when he wears them for days on end, susceptible to ghost pains.
FACECLAIM vash the stampede [ trigun stampede ]
VOICECLAIM johnny young boschjust because i carry it so well, doesn't mean it's not heavy - PERSONALITYPOSITIVE quick-witted, loyal, spontaneous, passionate, determined, analytical, observant, open-minded, idealistic, self-aware, reliable, adaptive, flexible, supportive, intuitive, encouraging, thoughtful
NEUTRAL enigmatic, kind-hearted, optimistic, reserved, imaginative, creative, stubborn, devoted, compassionate, insightful, goofy, generous, sensitive, easy-going, gentle, abstract, curious
NEGATIVE self-sacrificing, self-critical, self-isolating, empathetic, pacifist, principled, carefree, desperate to please, emotionally vulnerable, guarded, independent, aloof, hardworking
β doesn't handle sudden physical contact, especially when he's already spiraling and on the brink of a massive panic attack of the century, but he'll ask for comfort, and if not, then it's best to let the talking do its work otherwise he'll spiral even more if he's overwhelmed.
β doesn't mean he doesn't love physical affection, just when he's expecting it and not something that's sprung on him because he won't have a good reaction, triggering his flight or fight relaxes and it's mostly fight ( very skittish, borderline fearful of it coming onto him suddenly ).
β lux is touch-starved beyond belief, especially when the majority of the affection he received from his adoptive mother wasn't all that good.
β has a strong pacifist mentality, meaning bloodshed just leads to more bloodshed. he isn't keen to take anyone's life, even if they deserve it. he may have the skills, but that doesn't mean he wants to do it, injuring or killing. it doesn't matter. he's more keen on peace than violence which gets him in a world of trouble, but he isn't weak just has had enough of death and useless killing. he has his reasons.
β lux is skilled in combat, maybe more than others, but he hates using it, if there comes a situation where it forces his hands, then he will act and defend the innocent.
β a firm believer that his hands are too stained, and have sinned too much to deserve anything good which is why he's constantly punishing himself whether he realizes it or not.
β will drop everything to help. even if they call him names or have lashed out at him in the past. his heart is too good to ignore someone in need. just because they hate him doesn't mean they don't deserve help.
β apologizes for everything, even if it wasn't his fault. he's heavily burdened with guilt, especially if someone gets injured while he's present. would much rather himself than anyone else. he deserves to suffer, not them.
β hates showing signs of weakness, often keeping up his optimistic, goofy act that's borderline childish.
β he's passionate about his moral code, even if people find that naive and stupid. it's one of the few things he's stubborn about and will do his best to stick to it.
β will never break his promise to someone. he does bite off more than he can chew, and might not be able to deliver, but he's damn well willing to try, even if he's too late.
β a habit of keeping things bottled up behind a facade. he hates it when he can't keep it together and often apologizes, but he'll be damned if he ever tells anyone about his issues if he can help it. someone's going to have to be even more stubborn to get him to open up.
β high pain tolerance. he won't say anything to anyone. keeping his injuries ( attempting to ) a secret until the last possible second, or even trying to take care of them himself.
β is prone to dissociating, not realizing where he is sometimes ( mostly when he's fallen asleep after a stressful day, especially when he's already spiraling ), and being alone doesn't help him grasp onto reality.
β because of his dorky, sunshine self a lot of people forget lux is creepily analytical, and borderline serious if you look past his childish facade. he's freakishly observant. he might look all fun and games, but lux has some keen eyesight and one hell of a photographic memory.
β despite being intelligent, lux always assumes the worst in things, especially people's opinions about him. they do hurt, even if he laughs it off and says it doesn't bother him. it does. maybe more than he likes to admit.
β always optimistic, seeing people in the best light, but never about himself. the man is god awfully critical of himself and borderline harmful to his own well-being.
β sees the world as half-full, awfully happy-go-lucky / goofy character that's stupidly clumsy, tripping on his own feet for no reason.
β doesn't view the world as black and white or good and evil, more open-minded, but still cautious.
β will throw his life away just for the sake of protecting. he has no self-preservational skills whatsoever, he's a lanky shield willing to risk his life for the greater good.
β massive hero complex and not in a good way. if he's gonna go out, he's going to make damn sure no one dies but him.
β will take a bullet for complete strangers.
β terrified of being isolated ( being alone ). he's always been around people, even if they aren't talking. he can't stand being inside his own head.
β desperately tries to numb himself from his own problems, never letting himself feel or take in what happened, but shoving it to the darkest parts of his brain to fester.
β has a strong work ethic. he'll do whatever it takes to prove himself as a hero.
β always acts in the best interests of others, ignoring his own personal needs for the sake of helping others improve.
β has a strong sense of justice, but anything to avoid conflict.
β wants to be someone that people can rely on, becoming a positive light even when he doesn't feel like that himself. anything to help his comrades and friends.
β desperate for support and acceptance from others, even if he's breaking his bones to do it. will take everything thrown at him for the sake of pleasing them.
β absolutely loves sweets. especially grossly sweet coffee that makes your teeth ache.
β loves strawberries.
MBTI infp
ENNEAGRAM 9w1
HOGWARTS gryffindor
FACTION dauntless
ELEMENT air
LOVE LANGUAGE words of affirmation, physical touch, acts of service
BIOGRAPHY
born in district eleven, lux grew up poor. his parents worked, never making time for him, but he understood, even if it left him lonely and learning independently. sometimes they didnβt have enough money for food, but that was fine. lux was always a skinny child, even now.
one thing was for sure, lux didnβt grow up without love. he promised then that heβd do anything to give back to them. when he was old enough, lux ventured out in search of money, but who in their right mind would hire a child? it wasnβt easy, but the blond could find a decent job with under-the-counter money, learning the ropes of a not-so-safe job for a ten-year-old, but he took it in strides. it wasnβt a marathon.
he got into some difficult positions, resulting in lux tending to his injuries alone and without the comfort of his parentsβ fleeting touch. it was the beginning of his need to help others, and the time he unlocked his abilities as suffocating and painful as they were. he rescued a little girl from a nasty situation, uncaring about his life because maybe then his parents would be better off without having an extra mouth to feed ( certainly wasnβt the case, his parents loved him with every fiber of their being ).
his parents didnβt come home on a particular evening, killed during a villain attack leaving the boy to fend for himself ( even more so ). the landowner wasnβt too kind, kicking the eleven-year-old out without a second thought.
he did his best, malnourished and digging through dumpsters until the owners came chasing him with brooms, yelling gibberish that he didnβt have the time to make out. he knew they werenβt kind. it wasnβt until a woman in her late thirties took pity on the child, but even as a child, lux hadnβt been aware of her more .. sinister plans.
he wasnβt sure what happened, trapped within district eleven's ever-growing black market. it seemed everyone was a part of it in some shape or form. he learned to fight and kill. they used him. not in the way youβre thinking, using him for his abilities and lithe frame. he killed. he fought. he cried. he suffered.
it was never-ending.
victoria was a cruel woman with sinister views. she had been his adoptive mother, cooing as he won fights and made her money. she learned about his abilities and couldnβt help it. she was an opportunist, after all.
that was when lux realized he didnβt deserve redemption. his hands were too stained. he killed too many. he wasnβt worthy of love. he became a puppet and victoria the puppeteer. he was a broken doll, dead-eyed. he cried himself to sleep most nights, other times he was so tired he didnβt even remember his head hitting the rugged pillow.
she twisted his views. she made him believe heβd never be loved. that he was a freak. manipulating him. she showed kindness, crafting lux into whatever she wanted. she even tried telling lux that his parents couldnβt deal with him, telling him cruel words that soaked into his skin. telling him they were going to sell him, anyway.
he was fourteen when he lost the majority of his right arm and both of his legs during an explosion. he met his mentor then, just briefly before falling unconscious.
waking up, lux hadnβt been all that aware. a hero towered over him, asking questions, not letting his sluggish mind catch up. he wanted it to stop. his brain hurt. his body felt weird. why couldnβt he move his right arm? why did his legs feel funny? where was he? did victoria give up on him?
he nearly sobbed at the thought. the hero offered a soothing rumble, petting his hair and calming his maelstrom of a mind. he came back, offering an olive branch to the traumatized child. lux nodded. he didnβt deserve redemption, but he never did like sitting on the sidelines.
he was in an induced coma for a few months until his wounds healed when he was eased into hero work. he really should have gotten help, but lux never did like bothering anyone with his problems. he kept quiet, grinning and offering childish remarks. tripping over himself, but he was skilled. alarmingly so.
his mentor wasnβt the greatest, unsure of how to help or teach, but his mentor learned and adapted. he wanted the best for lux, even if he wasnβt sure how to go about it.
it took some time, but lux was a great pupil, eager to learn. to grow his skills, but he swore that he would never resort to violence. he hated it. he hated knowing that someone might not come home to their families. he hated having more blood on his hands.
his mentor had sighed then. telling him that would get him killed, but lux didnβt care. of course, that didnβt mean he wouldnβt fight. he swore to protect district eleven. he was a pacifist, but he wasnβt stupid.
he was just more willing to sacrifice himself. too willing to die. it scared his mentor. to see someone so willing to go beyond his body's capabilities. there were a few close calls, but lux always bounced back with a smile, laughing and rubbing his nape.
he learned all sorts of things, but he still had his god-awful coping mechanisms. never leaning on others. never talking about his nightmares and that physical touch burns.
but he learned to be happy. he was happy. his mentor was a gruff fellow, offering encouragement. he was quick to adapt. he didnβt show much emotion, tone deadpan as ever, the blond saw him as more than a mentor, but a father figure.i try so hard to help other people because i have no idea how to help myself
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