Lucius Ravenwood

Information

Player: Anski

Character Full Name: Lucius Grain Ravenwood

Character In-Game Name: Lucius

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): N/A

Race: Worgen

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Lucius is self taught on the various depths and understandings of all kinds of unnatural abilities, including but not limited to, arcane magic, holy and shadow powers, Fel, and undeath.

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 215

Height: 6'2”

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Lucius considers the deep red color to be the most natural color, as it mimics the untainted blood in his veins. As a result, his outfit is typically splashed with dark red, including a pair of red glasses that he cannot be seen without. He prefers to keep his hair trim and cut, and a fatherly beard that is both professional and intimidating at the same time.

As a worgen, he has grey, jagged fur that streaks white on curves and thinned points. His eyes are a viciously arctic blue, pointed and narrow, along the line of his pulled back, spear point ears.

Other:

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Lucius is, at skin level, a forward and direct man, but not lacking a personable professional quality. He feels as though hard work and constant will is the only way to survive in the world, and it reflects in his treatment of others. Underneath his skin, however, is a simmering perpetual anger, and a broken, inhuman coldness, brewed from his distant childhood and undertakings later in his life.

History

On the eve of his father's birthday, in the striking hours of midnight, Lucius Ravenwood was born unto his mother following eight months of trial and tribulation. A male child, in the heart of Blackwald, wrought to life into a household of Harvest Witch traditions, was shoved into the arms of his father and forgotten about by Merelda Ravenwood and rest of the family, leading Leon Ravenwood to spend the celebration of his thirty-ninth birthday alone, raising a son whom was now his burden. His mother and four sisters swiftly went back to their traditions and expectations. The hard life inside the woods, far enough from Stormglen, meant that a son born in the family was simply just another life to waste away for hard work. The father raised a small boy with a shallow contempt, leaving him to sit for hours on his own, doing things a young child does.

The Ravenwood family was unconcerned when the wall was constructed, having stayed out of the affairs of those living the high life in the Gilnean capital. The young Lucius learned of the world outside the Blackwald from those he met as he traveled with his father to sell crop, soon coming to understand the insanity outside of the wall and the fear and unrest growing inside of the isolation. By the time he reached his early teenage years, the Rebellion exploded in the nation, yet the family stayed quiet, farming and selling as much as they could, with the two men laboring under hard conditions to stay alive in the budding hardship that was ensuing as a result of the chaos. Lucius spent most, if not all, of his free time indoors reading what books he could meagerly purchase or steal with money he underhandedly kept to himself during transactions. His father left him the business of economy now, so that he did not have to speak to his son, to gain favor with Merelda. His mother had not spoken to him unless under dire circumstances, which were few and greatly far in between. She looked at Lucius with a cold stare, eyes lacking any sort of warmth in her isolated lifestyle she had built from the ground up for herself.

It was not long until the worgen chaos erupted through the nation, and Lucius found himself at ends with the inside world, and in a flash faster than lightning, it came tumbling through their front door in the form of a feral worgen. Their family had gathered to eat for the evening, as the worgen crashed through the door, leaping to them in a heartbeat. His father struggled with it, along with his youngest sister, as the rest of the family fled into the open field. He ran with his family in the dark of the evening, until his mother pushed him into the ground, the females fleeing into the brush of the crops and out of sight. With nowhere to go, and without time to contemplate what had just happened, Lucius found himself running into the woods. He ran until his heart pounded in his ears and his eyes felt as though they were going to burst, but a worgen who had been giving him chase struck him in the back and sent him flying down unto a river below, carrying the changing corpse away smoothly. Lucius was found when the cure was finally at arms, and rounded up for capture, managing to evade sudden death by wandering around the corrupted Blackwald, mindless and feral.

His sanity returned, Lucius spent the next couple of months recovering in the city, learning of the world outside and the current situation in the world, spending his bed ridden time reading to the extent of his ability, from books imported into the world and older knowledge on the occurrences of magic, fascinated yet disgusted with the arcane and the dark magic that caused him to now be two minds in one soul. Still rife with the blood of the worgen in his veins, Lucius gathered his strength and the small belongings he managed to accrue in his time in the capital, and headed southward to his former home. He carefully threaded through the ruined woods, avoiding the dark and the chaos, until he reached his ruined homestead, a few crops risen in the corner of the field that once was full of life. He entered his home, to find his mother and his eldest sister there, and no more. They both responded in silence as he tried to talk to them, to understand what happened to the rest of their family. Growing in anger, blood and mind changed by the warp of his second life, Lucius struck Merelda across the face, who recoiled and howled at him, beginning the inevitable change to her second form.

Lucius, blinded by a streak of anger that flashed his face hot and his mind into a blurred rage, launched at his shape shifting mother, feeling no regret nor care as he struggled with her, striking and clawing at one another, tooth and nail. His sister attempted to fight him off of her mother, but Lucius, at that point, had enough rage to be undefeated. In the struggle he too switched bodies, lost in his rage to his vicious worgen form, and the two destroyed the lower room of their home in a vicious, bestial struggle. It was soon that Lucius found in his hands a strong, thin rope, which he subsequently strangled his Worgen-bodied mother with, until her corpse lay on the ground, covered in blood and dirt, between Lucius and his sister. In his cooldown, he painfully reverted back to his human form. His sister turned to flee but he vaulted to her as well, and used the rope to beat her to death, his blind rage lost, instead fueled by the hatred for the occult magic his own mother subverted and disillusioned her entire family for.

Lucius burnt down his family home, in a forward silence and without discretion, leaving the bodies to crumple and turn to ash. He returned to the capital and immediately involved himself in what remained of the Gilnean farming industry, keeping his focus on trying to gain as much coin as possible by working for the businesses around the area. It wasn't long until Lucius, whose vicious mind and ruthless approach meant easy money, had enough wealth from the frail industry, now a corrupt shadow of it's former self due to the peril and chaos that still surrounded areas in the nation, to survive on his own and begin making a foothold in the world that they were locked unto. He felt as though he had read every book on the unnatural occult that he could in the world, and by the time the Wall fell, Lucius Ravenwood slipped out into the world, lost of his family and blood, as silent as a blade in the night. He immediately made his way to Stormwind, taking in a great deal of the knowledge of the world, dedicating another two entire months to study, again in the particular of magic.

He emerged from his study, taking his necessary books and a light with him, prepared to undertake the journey of his adult life.