Luc Dashiell

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Name: Luc Dashiell Born: Lucien de Chiel Nicknames: Luke, Dash, Goldeneyes Meaning: Lucien, meaning light; Dashiell, meaning from heaven. Age: 240; appears ~30. Height: 5’11” Weight: ~180lbs Date of Birth: Unknown; winter 1773. Species: Vampire Voice: Oxford English accent, Americanized slightly with time. Sexuality: What he wants, he takes. Occupation: Luc stopped pretending to work years ago; he will mutter something about investments and laugh. Location: Where he pleases; travels frequently.

Appearance: Luc is tall, lean, and easy on the eyes, and comes complete with a dark aura of arrogance that suggests he more than knows it. It is his bearing that first separates him from his peers, the confidence with which he handles himself and the predatory manner that permeates his stride; it is a dangerously feral air, a certain wildness that is more innate than learned. He is not overly large or particularly threatening, but there is a sharp edge to the brittle line of his white smile that may mark a wary observer as prey – and the hidden and unnatural strength found in his grip gives him good cause for such ego.

His tailored appearance is attractive enough to those undeterred by – or perhaps enamored of – his roguish manner (though this touch of refinement and style seems to only apply to his physical looks, and less so to his hair-trigger temperament). Luc is both at ease and self-assured in any manner of dress, but has developed an uncomfortable distaste for the starched stiffness of suits an ties; he may most often be found in a worn vintage field jacket, collared shirts, and fitted jeans, and always accompanied by a leather cord wound about his neck. A decade spent walking taught Luc the value of good shoes, and boots on his feet are always sturdy and well made.

There is never a sickly pallor about him – the beast keeps himself well fed – and though pale, Luc has no trouble passing for human. A trimmed shadow of stubble dusts the vampire’s chin and delicate cheekbones, matching the elegantly styled crop of his honey-brown hair, but it is those piercing eyes that draw the most attention. An innocuous hazel at first glance, a second look will reveal them to be a muted shade of gold, a shade that intensifies when he feeds.

Beauty is, truly, only skin-deep.


Personality: Manners and courtesy are tools of make-believe, and last only as long as Luc has the patience to play pretend. Centuries of life have gifted him with little more than a bitterly jaded disposition and a fuse shorter than a match; while some piece of him understands he has a façade to maintain, it is one the vampire is quick to tire of. Humans, thanks to his relative immortality, are often viewed with the same eye one might observe a pet: their lives are fleeting and dangerous to get attached to, but they occasionally prove useful. Such attitudes make his long-lasting relationships few and far between, and Luc has a better time relating to his kin over humanity – though even then his arrogance tends to get the better of him.

A handful of lifetimes’ worth of successes have left the vampire more egotistical than when he drew living breath, and his relative disappointments and downfalls have not served to curb him. Charm and refinement are qualities he is well versed in, but though Luc may be a capable smooth talker he rarely indulges in the act, too world-weary to waste his time on what he understands as a charade. He is an intentional boor, belligerently anti-establishment, and a devout nihilist who thinks himself far too clever. The vampire’s selfishness has no known limit, and he has never experienced a thing like temperance.

If there is one experience Luc craves, it is love, and he is constantly chasing an emotion he firmly believes he will never find. Romantic encounters are only absolving until he discovers their flaw; amorous partners are doted upon and fawned over before being revealed as adulterous, disloyal, unfaithful. His ability to single-handedly destroy anything he finds himself close to is as reliable as his ego, and no matter Luc’s intelligence, he is blind to the fact that is all his own doing. Conflict is something he understands, but love is not. When faced with a choice, Luc defaults to discord; he is chaos at its finest, doomed to thinking he has found pleasure in destruction.

He may play at civility, but Luc is little more than an undomesticated hound trussed up in society’s collar.


Possessions and Quirks:
+ Luc has lived long enough to be more than aware of both his own seditious nature and humanity’s silent crusade against his kind. As a precaution, two glass vials of blood are on his person at all times. One is usually hidden within his clothes; the other is fairly obvious, hanging as a discreet charm beside a simple ring from the leather cord about his neck. This collar is precious to him.

+ Similarly, though Luc is moderately proficient with a small number of weapons, he prefers to arm himself with a single knife, either sheathed at his hip or tucked into a boot.

+ He occasionally wears small wire-rimmed glasses, which he would have needed in life and may find necessary if he has not fed recently.

+ The vampire is fluent in both French and English, and can passably mangle a few Italian phrases. His other talents include horsemanship, poetry, and a profound weakness for literature and opiates.

+ Luc’s modus operandi is staving off the boredom that often overcomes his kind at the end of a few centuries. Most of his actions are tailored to this end. He refuses to give up the endless reward of near-immortality to a little thing like tedium, and his constant need for gratification and excitement have only amplified his reckless and hot-tempered nature. Redemption is surely impossible; it would be futile to seek it.

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History: Urchin – guttersnipe – waif. The little boy of Paris’ cobbled streets owned only his name and a variety of insults that came just as close, stealing bread to stay alive and never questioning the lot he had been given in life. Luc spent his early years an orphan, soon to bloom under the rare kindness of a middle-class merchant named Basile; the man had a weakness for boys half his age, and perhaps saw something of a kindred spirit in the child’s fire. Following the storming of the Bastille and the outbreak of revolution, his benefactor encouraged Luc to join him in escaping the tumultuous country, and the two were spirited away to London. The boy never questioned his mentor’s odd habits.

Basile found him a job as a groom for his new upper-class associates, where he proved himself surprisingly capable, and the tutor began to educate his new student. Luc proved an apt pupil, but he was fond of no lesson more than the lavish balls and parties his benefactor soon allowed him to attend. Basile’s secret was soon to follow, but a life of immortality would elude the boy for some years to come; instead, he followed his sponsor’s guidance down more material paths.

Despite his successful escape of France’s tumultuous revolution, Luc would find himself mired in his motherland’s political affairs yet again in 1805 – and this time he would not be so lucky. Pressed into the Royal Navy at the start of the War of the Third Coalition, he was gut-shot in a battle at sea and hardly made it back to port; only then did his master finally see fit to bless and curse him.

No longer consumed by the minutiae of an ephemeral and limited human life, Luc’s honest nature was quick to come to the fore. His temper worsened, and he rapidly made a name for himself as a dangerous man as he discovered his new strength and independence. He was hung, once, for his crimes; a second trial saw him drowned. Neither incident particularly stopped him.

The world burned bright for a time, then smoldered, and still the decades dragged on. Searching for meaning, Luc amused himself by learning new skills; he crafted, he invested, he made both money and enemies. Basile, though still locked in ageless time, began to grow disenchanted with his pursuits and slowly faded from society; sensing this as a time for change, Lucian left in the late 1800s for the United States with his sire’s blessing. The world was new again for a time, caught up in the swing of the industrial revolution and with a whole new landscape to unravel, but even here – free of every debt, without a collar about his neck, able to make his own name – his thirst for chaos burned.

A love affair in 1929 left him bitter and broken; the girl, ring in hand, chose her family above an eternal unlife. In the aftermath, Luc became unstable, unpredictable and sadistic, and less inclined towards romance. His chance encounter with a wayward witch in the 1950s would have cured a better man of his myriad evils, and the bastard had the misfortune of bedding an easily slighted woman with enough power to snap his burgeoning ego back into place.

If he wanted to act like a hound, he should better suit his nature.

In a mockery of the werewolf curse, Luc spent the next two decades twisting and shifting into a shaggy and monstrous black dog whenever he fell victim to wrath. His time spent in this form – up to several months in a span, satiating his half-mindless bloodlust with the animal’s hunger for the kill – left him permanently restless, on edge and wary, some aspect of the wild clinging to him like a shadow. Some money, some groveling (which he denies), and some favors later, and an old contact finally succeeded in repressing the curse.

Freed of two decades of misery, Luc took the opportunity not to mend his ways, but to make up for all he may have missed; it is a lifestyle that has followed him to the present day, ancient and bored and hungry for a fix. Luc can feel the weariness of age creeping upon him, the jaded weltschmertz of his existence, but he denies it with a vengeance by occupying – and distracting – his mind. Power seems to be his new game, the novel craving that sits just behind blood on his list of needs – and Luc will always most want that which is denied to him.

In this case, the sun.

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Height: 3’5”
Weight: 213 lbs

Appearance: The animal is a hulking beast out of nightmare. His forequarters are heavy, his build robust, his black pelt long and shaggy; oversized fangs are nestled in his jaws, his jowls a frequent home to frothing foam and slobber, and a white star sits on his brow. There is nothing clean or inviting about the creature, and from the white pupilless spheres of his eyes to the two horns curving back from his blocky skull, he paints a picture of horror incarnate.

Personality: Though Luc is not far from animalistic behavior at the best of times, his bestial half takes instinct to an extreme. Born out of fury, the grim is a slave to this sin and actively seeks to slake his thirst in the flesh of opportune prey; there is little of the man left in the half-mad creature, only the willful drive of a wild dog with a supernatural hunger. Attempts to reason with the animal will be largely unsuccessful.

Traits: This curse is contained. Luc is incapable of change at this time, though if the object his suppression spell is tied to were destroyed, it would again take effect. Instead, he feels all the urge to shift with none of the inevitable release; blind rages, as a result, are often painful and even debilitating. When active, Luc is forcibly triggered to shift whenever he succumbs to anger, and there is no discernible cue for when he will return.

The animal itself is weak to silver, as if it were a werewolf, and capable of existing in the daylight. He still, however, subsists off blood, and must make frequent kills to sustain himself or heal any injuries.

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+ relationships.
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Bartholomew - The Silent Comedy
I rambled with the worst of them,
Fell in love with a harlequin,
Saw the darkest hearts of men -
And I saw myself starin' back again.

What's a Devil to Do? - Harley Poe
Now, there's rules to life, I know,
and if you follow them you'll go
up to the mountains and the clouds,
and where the golden rivers flow.
But I've always been so good at breaking all the rules;
I wasn't made to be their robot
and I ain't nobody's fool.

Hello Lover - Empires
Hello, baby; come and get me.

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