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Author Topic: Lucky al-Izar  (Read 3797 times)

Description: Warlord Prince. Birthright Purple Dusk. Played by Kenna.

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Lucky al-Izar
« on: Aug 15, 15, 04:09:34 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Lucky al-Izar (Note: Lucky is not a Pruullian name. It is a name that he was given in the mines by the inhabitants there, so it does not conform with Pruullian traditional naming logic. He will be given a name later on IG to conform to Prullian naming standards.)
Nicknames: None
Age: 22 (177 AP)
Race: 1/2 Eryien and 1/2 Dena Nehele (Though he has no idea who his parents are.) 
Caste: Warlord Prince 
Birth Territory: Pruul, the salt mines
Home Territory: Pruul

Birthright Jewel: Uncut Purple Dusk
Offering Jewel: Hold off
Appearance


Play By: Joe Dempsie
Distinguishing Features:

Lucky has a pair of black membranous wings that he has absolutely no idea what to do with.

Personality



Personality:

Lucky doesn't fear death. He has lived with it, breathed it, let it soak into his skin in the mines and he isnt going to let it bother him now. One day the Darkness will come for him and until then the Prince is going to fuck with life as much as it fucked with him. He accomplishes that through anger and fighting. It is a deep seeded anger he has, one bred in the darkness and nurtured by the boy never really having anyone to care for him. He didn't have a single person who felt like they might spare a few moments of their time to try and protect a small child, so he learned to protect himself and to lash out at anyone else who tries to help him now.

This lashing out has led Lucky to not really know how to really commit to someone. He has never really had a friend or at least not one his age. (He used to think Akan was his friend and that he wanted to grow up and be an overseer like him, but he soon realized that the man had other, more importent things to do than constantly watch out for a stupid kid.) Lucky's attraction to two Queens has made it even harder for him to finally have that commitment to one person that most everyone experiences at least once in their lives, in all sorts of different relationships. He has just felt so crushingly alone for so long, with absolutely no one, that being attached to people scares him. He simply doesn't know how to do it and he thinks that if he really tries than they will just hurt him back.

So instead the Warlord Prince is stupidly brave, even to the point of throwing away his own life. Because who would really care if he did? (Or that is at least what he thinks.) He is incredibly stubborn and wild, his temper so short that even a small unintended motion can set it off. That is what the mines taught him. Violence is power and anger is the fuel to keeping your sanity. That is how he managed to not crack under the strain of a life in  the mines, he just kept a steady stream of pure unending anger and it hasn't gone away just because he can feel the sun now.

Likes:
  • 1 Fighting. There is nothing better than the feel of flesh slamming into flesh. It soothes the Warlord Prince's temper and it has been a constant in his life since he was a small boy. It has been his way of surviving for longer than he can remember and gradually Lucky has grown to enjoy the mental intricacy that it takes to beat an opponent who is at equal or better strength than him.
  • 2 The deep desert. The Prince has loved the deep desert from moment he laid eyes on it's outskirts. It seems like the perfect place. Quiet, wild, and a place he can get away from the suffocating demands of everyone and everything who want him to be a person that he simply will never be.
  • 3 Nima and Saiph. His two Queens. He was drawn to Nima instantly, in the mines. He had never experienced the feeling of pure joy that he felt when he was around her. It was almost unbelievable to the boy when he felt a similar, if lesser pull, to Saiph, the Territory Queen. It had taken him a while to accept that he felt wanted, accepted, and needed by one person, but too have that same feeling with someone else made the Prince think that maybe life wasn't all about who could end a fight the quickest or how much food you had managed to intimidate off of others. They were his light in his otherwise angry world. He finds himself gentle and soft around them, afraid that he will break them like china. He feels that they are his one gift by mother night, because he gets to feel connected, whole, with not one person, but two. It is a miraculous thing. Nima is slowly changing his mind about this being such a good thing though, because she is pulling away from him, feeling betrayed, and it is almost too much for Lucky to handle.
Dislikes:
  • 1 Jamis. The Prince *thinks* that he is the mineborn's 'leader', but Lucky doesn't remember ever asking him to be. In fact, Lucky doesn't even remember asking to be friends with the trounced up Warlord Prince, because he most certainly does not want to be. He doesn't need the other male. He can take care of himself.
  • 2 Someone telling him what to do. It didn't work in the mines and it's not going to work in Pruul. Even when it's simple comments, even suggestions, they grate on Lucky's nerves. He is going to make his own decisions now that he is free and if anyone tries to take that right away from him there is going to be some amount of blood.
  • 3 Some of Pruul's cultural standards. Lucky has been taking care of himself since he was five. He has managed to survive in one of the most brutal places in the Realms. He doesn't think he needs to go through any tests or ceremonies to show that he is an adult, that he deserves his offering, because he was an adult at ten, when they first set him to work alongside the adults. It's ridiculous. (His only consolation is that he will gladly go far out into the desert for his trials.)
Fears:
  • 1 Having to choose between Nima or Saiph. Lucky hopes that he never has to make the choice. He knows that although it would probably end up killing him, inside and out, he is certain, deep down, who he would choose to stand behind. That knowledge cuts into him whenever he thinks about it and it makes the Warlord Prince even more on edge than he usually is.
  • 2 Never being able to fly. Lucky has dreamed about flying ever since he could walk it seems. He yearns for it, but now that he is free from the mines, he is worried that his wings will never heal. That they will never be strong enough to carry him skyward and that he will be stuck on the ground forever.
  • 3 He is afraid that he is really no better than the murderer's in the mines and that maybe, truthfully, he does belong there. Lucky does have blood on his hands after all and he has hurt people from as far back as he can remember. Does that mean he is evil? It is a question that he struggles with whenever his mind quiets enough to ponder the past.

    Craft Strengths:
  • 1 Enhanced Battle Craft - Lucky has not always known how to use his Craft, but he feels like has always known how to fight. It was easy for him then, when he finally had access to his Jewel, to use it to enhance the one thing that he knows he is good at in life: solving his problems with his fists.
  • 2 Power Bolts - It isn't an intricate use of Craft, but because of that Lucky soon discovered how to use his Jewel to blast people far away from him, rip into them, make sure they knew that they should not fuck with him. The Prince often used a power bolt to make sure someone stayed away from him when he was trying to control his temper in order to not receive a beating later on for even worse actions.
  • Incite Rage: Lucky has been out of the Mines for almost five years now and his anger has almost exclusively shaped him during that time. At first, it utterly controlled him, his chalice cracked and his rage pouring out of him, spewing into the air like hot fire. But then, through a year of therapy and training with Kesare Fuentes and Fin al-Sabbah, Lucky eventually gathered control. He began to understand his rage as something that would always be a part of him, maybe more so than other Warlord Princes, but it was also something that could be tamed. Bent to his will. And he begun that process, over the last year, after the Rains. He started small. Using his anger as a fuel to his fighting, letting it focus him, letting the red tint of his anger blur out all else but his target. The next step. The next stroke. Then, gradually, he began to transfer it. Small, at first. One day, while he was sparing with a skilled Warlord, Lucky combined his strike with a burst of Craft-enhanced rage. The Craft was so intense that it invaded the Warlord's mind, clouding his judgment with a rage that he was not used too. It unbalanced him, momentarily, and Lucky pinned him in an instant. The Warlord Prince has been working to perfect the Craft, spreading it to others, even using against his own Caste, an invasion of raw unadulterated anger dangerous, but disorienting when it is not your own.
  • Item Enhancement for Smithwork - Lucky has been making weapons for the past seven years now. The heat of the forge, the intensity of the work, the physical exhaustion complimented his intense energy. After he became very skilled at simply forging weapons, the Prince wished to learn more about the art of weaponmaking. He learned of a Craft that allowed one to put their jeweled power within the metal while it was being forged from a Black Widow traveling in Onn. He began to try and learn the art with the pictures and advice the Widow gave him. He picked up books about the subject in Askavi. Now, he is able to put his Sapphire power within the weapon, stored for a strike, but he has not perfected the art. He has many centuries to do that.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • 1 Reading Emotions - Lucky has trouble enough knowing what his own emotions are. They run through him without names and without seeming cause, so the idea that he would be able to see any semblance of someone else's emotions is nearly laughable to him. Besides, he figures all he really needs to know if someone is pissed at him or not, because that is the dangerous emotion to him. The rest he can deal with and address when they come.
  • 2 Most all other general and intricate Craft - Lucky's Jewel was taken from him the moment he received it, at thirteen. Getting his Purple Dusk nearly five years late has set the Prince back a lot, because he didn't even know how his own power felt for all those years. After his Ceremony, even though he could now feel himself descend into the darkness, he had such a limited reservoir of innate power that he could not practice much other Craft than what he needed to survive.
  • Jewel Management - Lucky was not able to use his Jewel for so long that he has a hard time managing its power now that he can. This happens especially when he is in battle or flying. This has resulted in his draining himself dangerously on more than one occasion. It stems from the fact that Lucky, even to this day, is still adjusting to the Jewels that he was only allowed to use for the first time half a dozen years ago.
  • Calming Craft - Lucky cannot calm down an enraged witch or warlord. This would not bother him too much, but he also cannot soothe his family when they are in emotional pain. He simply cannot do it. The Craft does not come just as the right words never seem to come. This is likely due to his emotionally stunted upbringing and it has forever damaged his ability to soothe those he loves.
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None

History:

Lucky knows nothing of his parents. He does not remember their touch or the sound of their voices. He remembers only darkness.

If he did remember than he would have known that his mother was a slave in the mines for killing a vast assortment of Blood in her community by poisoning them. She enjoyed it, the act of taking life, but eventually she crossed the wrong person and ended up killing a woman who had been pregnant. The province court caught her and sentenced the Black Widow to the Salt Mines for her crimes. She was in the mines for scarcely six months before a Warlord Prince staked a claim on her and took her body for his own. The Black Widow liked the attention even if the Prince could be rather brutal at times, but what she did not like was the feel of her belly as it expanded five months later. She would have terminated the pregnancy herself if the older (and quiet a lot bigger) male hadn't commanded her to keep the child if she wished to keep his protection. He became quiet obsessed with the idea of a baby, but he had long gone crazy under the strain of the mines, so the broken pieces of his mind did not fit together the notion that the mines were not a place for children to be born.

The Geiba came when the Black Widow's stomach was rounded with a child.

The Warlord Prince managed to kill two of the guards, even jeweless, before they overpowered the man and beat him unconscious. The Geiba were intent on killing the fetus, but a gentle hand stopped the witch though. "Stop. Can't you sense it?" The Geiba stilled and opened up her senses, feeling the Kingdom pull at the corners of her mind. Images flashed before her eyes. Images of a wild winged boy riding a great sandworm and of the lonely footprints that disappeared in the sand when a person penetrating the deep dessert. "Why not leave him? What different does it make? He will probably die soon enough as it is."

And so it was decided, the Geiba drug the Black Widow away from the Warlord Prince and kept her isolated until Lucky's first cries were in the lifeless arms of his mother, who had died in childbirth without the assistance of a healer. Lucky's father never knew what happened to his lover or his child, but eventually he assumed they had both been killed. Their was some hesitation as to what to do with the little squirming boy now in their arms, because usually they simply let the mother keep the child if they had foreseen the child in visions before hand. Never the less the Geiba were nothing if not resourceful, so they gave the baby to a hardened woman who males had long since stopped bedding because her face was as ugly as a rotted mellon. The witch didn't particularly care for children, but she wasn't hard enough to let a newborn baby waste away into the Darkness. So she fed it and gave it enough drugs to make it stop crying when she wanted quiet. She did this for five long years until she wasted away into the Darkness herself. The boy was about five and a half when he krept out of the cage he had stayed in for the entirety of his life. The woman had never let him leave it before, but he was awfully hungry and the witch hadn't been back for days and days. The other slaves dully noted the strange sight of a small child running past them, but a lot of the adults simply couldn't bring themselves to care.

The boy had just made it into the kitchen, where he smelled the food, when he felt hands grab him. The little kid reacted wildly, flaring his wings and lashing out with his teeth and nails. The guard who had grabbed him yelped and the boy rushed into the nearest hiding place, a cupboard for pots and pans. The guard peeked into the darkened space and drug the little boy out with Craft kicking and screaming. This time he remembered to not touch the kid though, so he looked the boy over with curious eyes. He had never seen a child in the mines before and he had worked in them for the past five years. The guard took the child to his superior, not knowing what to do. If he had been smaller, less like the children that they saw running around in their own families, perhaps they might have killed him, but the boy was just lucky he reminded the guard of his sister's son.

And that is how he got his name. It was as simple as that. Lucky. Like a pet.

Lucky soon started giving off the scent of a Warlord Prince and he started to carry water back and forth for the slaves who worked in the mines. He was given food and water and he slept on the ground of the guards shack when they would let him. They though he was kind of cute and they loved fucking with the young Prince. They would intentionally incite the boy into a rage and watch him as he tried to beat his tiny fists and sink his sharp teeth into whoever was simply holding Lucky back by pressing their hand against his forehead and keeping him an arms link away. When the boy turned ten though, he became less cute and they could no longer pretend he was like a puppy that only needed a sharp tap or a loud noise to scare away. Instead a lithe, feral, Warlord Prince was emerging and it became evident when he attacked one of the guards who teased him with his own weighted baton and broke his arm that the boy could no longer stay in the guard's shack.

So they did the only thing they knew how to do: they sent the boy to work in the mines. If he had enough spirit to attack a full grown man then he had enough to do the work of one, even if he was not yet twelve. Lucky was given a pick, but he couldn't lift it, so they gave him a chisel and a hammer instead. He waded out among the masses of bodies, terrified, and instead of working like he had been told, the Prince crept into a slightly darkened crevasse of the tunnels and hid there. He had been brought up on salt and it clung to his skin like a second home, but Lucky had seen how most of the adults who worked at mining the salt ended up. They go crazy and they mutter things and they beat their heads against the rock until they break open and blood is dripping everywhere. He didn't want to go crazy or mutter things or end up drug through the dirt like a sack of beans, dead. Working in the mines meant all those things and in the darkness of the tunnel he cried quietly.

Was this what life was like for everyone? The guards had talked about the sun, iced lemonade, grass, something called Winsol, and chocolate, but Lucky didn't really know what any of those words meant. He felt so alone and there was no one small like him and there was no one for him to ask any of the hundreds of questions he had. The little boy's cries were quiet but they drew a tall winged Eryien over to him. Lucky instantly went quiet and tried to wipe his tears away quickly, but it just ended up smearing the dirt on his face and leaving his cheeks splotchy and red. He knew what the man was. He was an Overseer. They whipped people when they were bad. Lucky snarled at the man when he came closer, ready to sink his teeth into his skin if given the opportunity, but the other Warlord Prince crouched down a respectable distance away and calmly reassured the boy. It was okay to be scared. No, working in the mines didn't guarantee you would go crazy. Others will hurt you if you are not careful, even if you are small.

Lucky just supposed he was rather lucky he was still alive in the first place after his talk with the Overseer.

With the overseers slow coaxing the boy wiggled out of the hole and started the first day of what he thought would be the rest of his life. The work nearly killed him, his growing body exhausted long before they were allowed to stop. Lucky wasn't immune to attacks or tricks from the other slaves either, but most of them learned fairly fast that the little boy would not hesitate to take his chisel or his hammer or a rock or his fists and beat whoever came close enough until blood covered his little hands. The boy had seemingly been baptized in violence and he didn't even blink at using it. The Warlord Prince actually welcomed the fights as he grew a little older, because he was so angry, his body vibrated with the emotion. Lucky would often recklessly dive into fights just so someone would notice him and realize that he was there. That he existed. The boy didn't have any friends and he often found himself sleeping in the same rock crevasse that the Overseer had first coaxed him out off.

Lucky was eleven before he worked up the courage to talk to the Overseer again, Akan. He darted up, touching the man's wing curiously, before freezing at his growl. The boy had long since stopped crying and he instead took on his fears with his fists, but he was still young, so he froze. Akan backed down at the sight of the child and took the boy aside to explain that you simply did not just touch Warlord Princes that you didn't know. Lucky didn't react well when others surprised him and the same went for most all Warlord Princes. The boy managed to ask the question that had burning a hole through him for the past few months: Had Akan ever flown before? The question made Lucky feel vulnerable and he hated feeling that way, but even though his wings looked like thin paper and were incredibly weak from never being used, the boy still had dreams about flying and he HAD to ask about it. He ached to be able to do something he had only ever imagined. So Akan told him about flying and about letting the winds speak to him and the boy has never forgotten it, even to the present day.

One day, when Lucky was thirteen and he was trying to work a particularly tough salt crystal out of the rock with fingers that bled from the work, the mine quieted and a Geiba appeared. They caught Lucky with Craft and ignored the enraged snarls that came from the filthy boy. Instead, the Geiba drug him to the nearest Priestess and told him it was time to have his Birthright. The Warlord Prince might have resisted more if his eyes hadn't gone wide with the hope of a Jewel. His fingers trembled when he went through the ceremony and fire filled his racing heart when his eyes opened to stare at an Uncut Purple Dusk Jewel resting gently in his hands. For the first time he felt deliriously cool and happiness flowed through him like he had never felt before. He had something that was his. The Darkness had looked at solely him and decided that he was worth something. Lucky's fingers clutched around the rough Jewel and he turned towards the Geiba, his temper simmering. When she reached out to take his new possession away from him, the boy snapped. For the first time in his young life, he fully embraced the Killing Edge. The leapt to it, clung to it, and blindly drew from his new jewel to try and hurt the woman who would dare try and separate him from his Jewel, but the boy did not know how to work Craft and instead he caught a guard standing off to the side on fire. The last thing he remembers is the smell of burning flesh before a baton nocked him out.

Lucky woke up with his Jewel gone and a thick chafing collar around his neck. The boy tried to take it off, but pain blazed through him like he had never felt before. He screamed and then he cried--not from the pain of the collar, but because he didn't understand why everything that made him happy had to simply be ripped away from him. He wanted to be able to fly. He wanted his Jewel. He wanted...someone to care about him. Rage filled the boy again and he beat at the wall with his chisel and his hammer until he saw red and until his hands became red and until he felt a hand brush against his shoulder and until his hammer and his body leap at the person who had touched him so he could bring the weapon down on their face over and over again. Lucky might be small, but even a child can overpower an adult who can hardly walk from exhaustion. The guards pulled Lucky off the man before he killed him, but the boy might as well, because there would be no healer to help the already weak slave recover.

The Prince received his first true lashing that day and he was too weak to even move after. He cried a lot that night and he couldn't even bring himself to flinch when Akan's shadow towered over the boy. "You have to stop fighting. Or at least stop making it so damn obvious. If you don't, I can't say you'll live long enough to ever use those wings." Lucky didn't say anything, but the words caused another torrent of tears to surge forward, the boy barely able to keep them back until Akan left. He knew he was right. So the boy tried. He had never tried so hard in his life, because he didn't know how to control his temper and no one had ever bothered to show him. He managed not to lash out quite so much or at least not so obviously, but he couldn't stop himself from fighting completely. He still can't.

So yes, for the majority of his life he felt nothing much other than anger. But when he needed too, absolutely needed too...along came lust. Lucky experienced the desire around the time he turned fourteen. That was also the time he shot up about five inches and managed to develop the beginnings of muscles as well. It was relatively easy to find witches who were either too exhausted to care that someone wanted to sleep with them or perfectly willing. Lucky was more than able to wield a pick by then so his toned sweat-stained body started to fall more in line with the men he worked along side of. He didn't manage to escape the many brutal beatings the guards gave out, especially as it was so easy to spark his volatile temper, even when he tried to hold it back, so the delicate muscles and tissue of his wings especially bore the brunt of his impatience. One of his greatest fears is that he will never be able to fly if he ever managed to escape from the Hell he had been born into. It was around this time, when Lucky felt like he could bare the life that had been chosen for him, that his world was shaken beyond repaire.

He met Nima.

His inner self wrapped around hers and he felt that same striking happiness that came with being connected. Wanted. Needed. Soothed. The carefully constructed assumptions he had made about his world fell away and he discovered that there were others like him. That he was not quiet as alone as he had thought. Nima was beautiful. She spoke to his heart and his tentatively whispered back his greatest fears. For the first time, the Prince felt something besides lust and besides fear and besides rage stir within him. He looked at his Queen and felt...felt...something else. He didn't know the name of what he felt, but it filled him with desire and with attachment and with a wanting. A wanting to be accepted and a wanting for something even more.... Lucky's hand had reached out and brushed Nima's arm that first time, fire racing through him. He could not believe that a woman like this existed. He simply couldn't. "You have to stay away from me." He breathed. "They will take you away if not. They always take everything away."

And Lucky was right. The guards kept the two mineborn apart whenever they noticed the two had managed to come together. His fellow slaves used this new knowledge against the young Warlord Prince, taunting the boy with all the 'plans' they had for Nima and it drove the boy into constant rages. He killed for the first time in the troubled three months before they were freed. Lucky was fifteen and a Summer Sky Warlord had cornered him and whispered about the things he was going to do with Nima. Terrible things that even Lucky wouldn't do to a female. The boy, as quick as a cat, took his pick and sank it into the man's neck. He didn't feel a single ounce of regret as he darted away in order to escape the wrath of whoever found the body. Lucky watched his Queen from afar and the number of bodies that started to stack up from his hands mounted. Anyone who hurt her or scared her or threatened her suddenly and quiet brutally found themselves returned to the Darkness.

This went on for two months and it would have been the end of Lucky, because the guards were not stupid and they would find their workers dwindling, but then, one day, it was simply all over. The guards were gone, his life as he knew it was gone, and he was prodded up to the surface, snarling and snapping and looking desperately for Nima. He needed Nima. Where was--

He screamed. The light was unbearable. It wracked through his head and caused the same amount of pain in his head that the collar had in his body. He was blind. He could not see for hours. Gentle hands put him in a cart and he was scared until he felt Nima touch him, that same spark flying through his body. His Queen didn't reassure him, didn't tell him everything was going to be okay, because Lucky wasn't stupid. He knew nothing was ever going to be okay, but as his eyes gradually became accustomed to the light and he managed to peek out of them, his breath was taken by the sight of the vast desert around them. At the light everywhere. It was beautiful. He swallowed down the emotions that threatened to come to the surface.

The best part, besides being settled next to his Queen, was the feel of the wind. Akan was right, it spoke to him in that deep wild place within himself that was not yet completely filled with pain.

Lucky struggled to fit in in the Overlands, the softness of the people and the Protocol so different than his old life. There is still love within him. Love for the sun. Love for Nima. Love for a few select people. It is hard though. He is brutal and angry and does not trust the people around his Queen. Especially that Old Spider. He is evil and Lucky does not understand Nima's attachment to this dry wasteland. He doesn't understand why she won't leave. They could have a better life somewhere else. They could watch the sun rise with lush green around them, alone, somewhere in the woods where no one could find them. That is his dream at least. It certainly was not his Queen's.

He found that out when he tried to kidnap her. The plan failed, of course, but Lucky had been desperate and he had been sure Nima was in danger. The Sayya through him in the sun cells for his actions, the heat cracking his skin and his tongue becoming so dry he could no longer move it. A rift had started between Nima and himself, but the Warlord Prince had not thought it was irreparable. He had not thought Nima would not want him anymore.

Apparently that was the case though. Four males came one night and took him away, muffeling his screams with a gag. They took him far away from his Queen, the only people he had ever known, and forced him to fight other foreigners in a large ring. They told him Nima had sent him away. That she didn't want him anymore. And sadly, heartbreakingly, he believed them.

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A witch was a little ways in front of him. A clean one. She wore a purple sash and she looked like she was having a distinctly hard time with the smell of unwashed bodies surrounding her. That or the slivers of salt in the air were drying out her throat. Poor witchling, Lucky though mockingly, the chains that bound his feet together scraping along the dirt. It was dim in this part of the mine, so the salt trapped in the rock glistened as the long line of slaves trudged by, their shriveled shadows as wretched as they were. Lucky was having a hard time walking, because a guard had taken his baton a week before this fuckoff parade had started and slammed it up and down his body for deep dicking a slave the other man had claimed. It was just his luck really. Not that it had ever been any different. It probably came from being the shitstuck splooge of some halfcocked prick that should have never even found its way inside a woman in the first place. Only someone with that kind of luck could have possibly been born in the salt mines of Pruul.

"Name?"

The word made the young Prince look up and narrow his eyes at the Priestess. What the hell did they expect to find with all of this? Surely even the jackoff's they got to grace the slaves with their presence could tell that there where no other Black Jeweled Priestess Queen's down in the pit of this Mother Night forsaken Hell.

"Lucky." He responded curtly.

"Uhh...'Lucky'? Really?" Her eyes looked over the half-starved boy curiously.

"Yeah and you can go fuck yourself if you don't like my fucking name." A guard's hand reached for the whip at his hip instinctively and Lucky snarled at him before dropping his eyes, backing down, and grinding his teeth. Dumb poon. His fingers flexed out and he took a breath. Whatever this was would be over soon and he could go make sure Nima was okay. If any of these overlanders had even laid a finger on her Darkness help them....

"Where were you born, Lucky?" The question caught him off guard and he fidgeted. Why did they want to know? Where they going to finally kill off all those that weren't even supposed to be alive in the first place? Lucky's mind raced and he stumbled for a lie. He didn't know a lot about the outside territories, but Akan had been from Shalador and he had wings, so maybe that would work for him too?

"Shalador." The word sounded awkward in his mouth, but the Priestess only hesitated a moment before writing that down in her notebook. Lucky was just about to dash away from the woman's scrutinizing eyes when a raspy voice piped up behind him. "The boy's lying. m'lady. He's a mine rat. His mum probably fucked'a Geiba so they'd not exterminate him quick like."

Lucky whipped around and punched the man in the face, sending him to the ground, bleeding. "Shut the fuck up!" The boy had landed another blow before two guards pulled him off of the man and held him tight in front of the Priestess. They didn't use the collar though. They didn't even strike him. The witch was red faced and worried by now, the feel of leashed violence unsettling her.

"Don't be afraid. No one here is going to hurt you, Lucky. It's just a question. Calm down and tell the truth or we are going to have to ask some more of these males in line. Now, where were you born?" Lucky let out air through his nose and held back a snarl. They were going to kill him and he wasn't even going to get to tell Nima goodbye. The Warlord Prince scratched at his flea-infested hair and didn't look back up at the woman. 

"Down here, somewhere in the darkness." He said.

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Why did this character became inactive?
I left the site for about a year.

What will you do to prevent this character from becoming inactive again?
I have plotted with Vivian and come up with what he has been up too and intend to start some new threads with him.

What are your plans for this character?
He is going to be in the fighting pits and then Nima will rescue him and then he will rejoin his Queen and try and repair their relationship.

Number of previous Reactivations: 0

Changes Made to Application for Reactivation Process (if any) :
I added on two paragraphs to his history and changed his age.

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Re: Lucky al-Izar
« Reply #1 on: Aug 15, 15, 04:10:28 PM »
Ready for Review

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« Reply #2 on: Aug 17, 15, 10:22:27 AM »
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Re: Lucky al-Izar
« Reply #3 on: Dec 26, 15, 12:39:26 AM »
Could I see how many ranks Lucky will descend? Thanks!








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Re: Lucky al-Izar
« Reply #4 on: Dec 26, 15, 08:27:26 AM »
Blessed by Mother Night...

Lucky will descend 2 Ranks at his Offering.
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Re: Lucky al-Izar
« Reply #5 on: Jan 22, 16, 10:41:06 PM »
As per purchase of a Full Descent Rolled, Lucky will descend to the Sapphire at his Birthright.

May the Darkness be Merciful.
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Re: Lucky al-Izar
« Reply #6 on: Jul 27, 18, 12:20:25 PM »
Congratulations!


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Re: Lucky al-Izar
« Reply #7 on: Dec 04, 18, 08:18:53 PM »
Per 2018 Thanksgiving Shop Adoptable Dark Ally Roll:

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Opal Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Sapphire Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Lucky al-Izar
« Reply #8 on: Dec 31, 18, 12:59:02 AM »
I updated my Craft Strength and Weakness after my Thanksgiving shop purchase :)








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« Reply #9 on: Jan 09, 19, 02:33:58 PM »

Congratulations!


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