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Date of Creation: September 3, 2015 (Originally November 9, 2013)
Last Updated: September 12, 2015

Basic information:

Name: Lukan
Nicknames: Lu
Age: 24 Years
Birthdate - Summer 1676
Gender: Stallion (Male)
Species: Common Horse
Breed: Moriesian (Morgan + Friesian Mix)
Allegiance: Talori Herd
Rank: Guardian

Mate: Ziara

Personality:
[Adventurous]~[Candid]~[Sarcastic]~[Charming]~[Headstrong/Stubborn]~[Caring/Overprotective]
[Adventurous]
Lukan faithfully stuck to his mother's side as a foal, or at least until he realized there were so many things in the world that needed investigating. If he were compared to the adventurer/explorers in any of the other herds he wouldn't even be considered one. Instead, his investigation leans more towards the constant want and need to gather knowledge, information, and experience. It's not enough for him to know that a plant is edible; he wants to know why it tastes different than another plant, how tall and quickly it grows, and when its flowers are in bloom. Lukan manages to possess the curiosity of a scholar and foal at the same time.

[Candid]
Mother always said, "Remember three things, my darling: never steal, never cheat, and never lie." Lukan took this lesson to heart, and quickly became honest to a fault. If he is asked a question, he will give an honest answer no matter how much it may hurt to hear it. As a result he comes off as being very blunt, but trustworthy. Everyone knows he will never lie to them and makes sure never to tell him a secret. If anyone asks the right questions, they just might get the answer.

[Sarcastic]
Lukan's honesty can sometimes appear to be rudeness, especially to those who don't know him. As a result, he learned to use sarcasm as a way to at least make an attempt at lightening whatever blows his candidness might cause. It usually fails to help, and can sometimes even get him into trouble, whereas being bluntly honest would have been the better route to begin with.

[Charming]
Whenever he isn't getting into trouble or ruffling someone's feathers, Lukan is usually quite charming. If he isn't trying to be he is simply polite to others, doing his best to make sure they know he truly cares about what they are feeling, saying, and doing. Engaging someone in conversation proves to be one of the most fascinating past times for him, as each conversation takes a different path than the last and he never knows where they're going to go. When purposely pouring on the charm, he is incredibly smiley and casually slips compliments into the conversation, meaning every single one of them. It's at this time where he truly has to think about what he is saying, no matter how much he wants to just let a river of words flow out.

[Headstrong/Stubborn]
Lukan sticks to his beliefs, standards, principles, morals, whatever you'd care to call them. It takes a great deal of convincing to get him to do anything that isn't a direct command or order, unless the request happens to fall in line with something he would happily do anyway. He can hold a grudge like nobody's business, but isn't easily offended or miffed about things so it doesn't happen often. However he often times does- and says- things without thinking, diving in headfirst into situations he may not be prepared for.

[Caring/Overprotective]
It hurts Lukan to see someone else hurting. Something compels him to go to the aid of anyone in need whether it be they are physically or emotionally injured. Because of this he is very protective of others, sometimes to the point of trying to control and dictate what they do. He doesn't do this all the time, just when he thinks it is warranted such as if they appear to be heading into a dangerous or otherwise harmful situation. This often leads him to go into wordy explanations of why whoever it is should take his advice, tossing in his brutally honest opinion throughout.


Physical Information:
Body Type: Thickly built, very muscular. Long strong legs.
Height: 18.2 Hands
Weight: 1300 lbs
Description: A large dark chestnut dun stallion with bright aqua blue eyes, thick curling mane and tail, and long feathering around his hooves.
Coat Color: Chestnut - Dark
Mane and Tail Color: Dark reddish brown, a few shades darker than his coat
Eye Color: Light aqua blue

Scent: Lukan often smells of warm stones, leather, and has a general over scent reminiscent of pine.

Other Important Information and Facts:

Orientation: Heterosexual - Interested in Females
Status: Devoted & Engaged - Ziara
Preferences:
Turn-Ons:
Kindness, general warmth
Affectionate
Honesty
Strong-willed
Bravery
Turn-Offs:
Crude behavior
Unnecessarily violent
Activity:

Voice: Lukan has a deep and gravely, but gentle voice. When necessary he can make himself very loud and commanding and almost sounds as if he is growling.
Voice Actor: Sam Worthington

Theme Songs/Playlist: TBA

Likes: Stargazing, Exploring, Thinking, Listening to stories
Dislikes: Dishonesty, masters who mistreat their slaves in excess

Brief Backstory:

In the Beginning
Arrano was not the social type, despite his mother’s many attempts to get him involved in the life of the herd, especially with a few young pretty mares as he got older. To her great dismay, Arrano wanted nothing to do with them, taking the disappearance of his own father as a sign that all love stories were meant for failure, even if not by choice. With this frame of mind intact he came across a young horse he’d never seen before, a little chestnut brown mare who could run faster and farther than any other horse he’d seen. She was much more nimble than any draft built horse like himself and somehow instilled in him the need to chase her through the streets of the city. Night began to fall, casting long red tinged shadows across the city and he had still not quite caught up with her. When the first stars began to appear in the sky the mare came to a halt, smiling up at them. Cautiously, Arrano approached, not looking at the stars, but captivated by her face and the wonder in her eyes. After a few long minutes, she seemed to notice his presence and shifted her gaze from the sky to him.
“What’s your name?” Arrano asked quietly, barely containing the volume of his voice.
The mare smiled at him, looking mischievous. “You didn’t catch me, but I’ll tell you anyway.” She stood up on her hind legs to reach her muzzle to his ear, her voice a barely there whisper as she spoke. “Lorea.”

Childhood
Lorea and Arrano spent nearly every waking moment that could be spared together after that night, usually with Arrano trailing a bit behind. A few seasons passed and they grew closer, until the decided to be married, much to Arrano's mother's delight. Shortly there after the two welcomed a foal into the world of the Aodh Herd. They named the colt Lukan meaning ‘bringer of light’ in honor of their first meeting. From the day he was born, it was easy to tell the foal was going to be adventurous. He was cautioned to stay close to his parents, but every day he would venture just a little farther, intent on investigating every new sight and sound.
His father would often say 'My life would not be worth living, without someone in it worth living for.', leaving Lukan with great aspirations to have the same devotion to someone someday. This, along with the other little phrases his parents were fond of saying, taught Lukan everything he needed to know, though the lessons would sometimes land him in trouble rather than doing him good. His mother's favorite saying- "Remember three things, my darling: never steal, never cheat, and never lie."- had the most profound effect on him, leaving him with his candid personality.
When he was nearing his first year, Lukan he had a tendency towards being rather shy and content to interact with as few members of the herd as possible. He desperately wanted to integrate himself into the life of his heard and so he began spending more time trying to get close to the other young horses of the heard, only eavesdropping and never actually inserting himself in the conversations. Whenever he was talked to, his inherent honesty left some abashed and others seeking his opinion on all kinds of matters with no regard to the fact that the colt might have no idea what they were talking about.

Adolescence
As he grew into an adolescent, Lukan became a confidant for those who needed advice, but never anyone who kept a secret, putting him out of the loop of gossip. For the most part he liked to study from a distance, but Lukan inadvertently began to have more and more contact with the herd. While this made him uncomfortable to no end, it also brought him many great joys he would never have discovered without it. One evening, a particularly warm night with barely a cloud in the sky, Lukan looked up during his prayers. The stars were brighter than he’d ever seen, looking as if they were swimming in the brilliant blue ocean he love so much. From that night forward he would sometimes dream of swimming thought the sea, but kept it to himself, knowing it was entirely impossible. The next night, Lukan when straight to the edge of a fountain pool within the city, a place where he often saught solitude and prayed rather than going to a crowded temple. Thinking that if he were to make a request here at what he felt to be one of the most sacred of places, that the power of the gods might grant him his wish. Instead, when he looked into the pool, he saw the perfect shimmering reflection of the night sky, the stars suddenly multiplied and present no matter if he looked up or down. Seeing his own reflection there, nestled among the stars, filled him with happiness to the point he thought he might burst. Though he had no fins, his prayers had been answered. From that day on, Lukan felt more sure than ever of his personal spiritual connection to the gods.

At the age of fifteen, Lukan made the decision to become a Guardian. Neither of his parents understood the choice, but supported him as he went about making his requests and becoming apprenticed to one of the revered stallions. He longed to do something with his life that would make him feel like more and allow him to be a part of something bigger than a single horse. Putting himself in a position where he could look after the well-being of the herd felt like the perfect answer. His mother seemed only concerned with the fact that he would be putting himself in danger rather than what he was protecting, and no amount of explaining could make her see otherwise. Lukan was happy however, and that seemed to help her accept it somewhat.

He was soon squired to a well respected but aging Gaurdian, a dusty gray stallion by the name of Dariel. Dariel was a kind but no-nonsense sort of teacher and had no patience for goofing off. As an apprentice Lukan trained in a variety of combat disciplines. Along with physical training, he took every opportunity to exercise him mind and go out into the city to get real experience. He got along very well with his teacher, and Lukan ended up spending more time with him listening to stories rather than with his peers. Knowing that some day they would be the horses Lukan would rely on to come to his aid and watch his back, Dariel began insisting on a new kind of training- socializing. Lukan did not take to this discipline as well as some others and was very quiet when engaging in group activities, but he was at least participating which Dariel appreciated.

Adulthood
Lukan has taken to talking less and listening more, finding the quiet pursuits in life suit him better. He spends the majority of his free time sitting quietly, close enough to hear what others are saying, but far enough away to avoid the conversation himself as always. His favorite time of day is the evening, when everyone gathers together to listen to and to tell stories; no one bothers him for a few words, but he can take part by soaking in whatever tales are being told, all the while admiring the sky.

At the age of eighteen he was promoted from squire to a full Guardian. After a short time he had enough savings to make himself a decent home, something he was quite proud of. While not at lavish or extravagant as some initially, every now and then he invested in improvements and additions to his home, hoping to one day make it fit for a family of his own. He takes his work very seriously and respects the emperor. His reverence for the empress waivers however as he does have a difficult time seeing her as anything but a child - but he has every hope she will grow to be a wise ruler alongside Hawkeye. Lukan has also developed a fierce protectiveness over Merrill.

TBA
Relationship with Ziara

Family:

-- Parents -
Arrano || "Eagle" || Father || Fresian
Lorea || "Flower" || Mother || Morgan

- Siblings -

- Grandparents-
  Yori || "Reliable" || Paternal Grandmother || Fresian

--Other--

- Mate -

Ziara

- Offspring -

Relationships:
= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead

= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort
= Despise

Love

Character Name (Ref Sheet Link) || :bullet: || :bullet: || Roleplayer/Owner
"Thoughts about the character from my characters perspective"

Ziara ||   ||  ||  ||

Roleplay Sample:
From an rp with MythicalPrancer in Chevalin-Wanderlust - Lukan and Ziara
Storm clouds were still raging, lightning flashes lighting up the early morning and casting eerie white and blue light over the horses gathered in the field. The battle had ended in a draw, but Lukan still felt fearful, trying his best to stay clear of the Bachelor horses and any others that had joined them against his herd. Claps of thunder seemed to follow him as he raced between the injured gathering together, but they were mere whispers compared to the sound of his own heart in his ears; there was blood still in the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck, chest, and leg, but all that mattered to him now was finding Ziara, praying that she was somewhere just out of sight, alive and well. If anything had happened to her… The knight wouldn’t allow himself to finish the thought. They had promised each other they would both come back from this, and he was confident the mare was going to keep that promise.

Blue eyes scanning each horse he passed in a blink, the stallion kept moving, fighting his instinct to stop and help. The injured horses would be well cared for by those that had stayed out of the battle and he really wasn’t needed by them for the time being. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to find his beloved mage and be on their way back to their own island. He had had more than enough of this strange place, disheartened that such a beautiful landscape would always looks bloody and scarred in his mind from now on.

TRACKERS:

Lukan (C) SapphireSquire
Art by stray-thought

Description

Date of Creation: September 3, 2015 (Originally November 9, 2013)
Last Updated: September 12, 2015

Basic information:

Name: Lukan
Nicknames: Lu
Age: 24 Years
Birthdate - Summer 1676
Gender: Stallion (Male)
Species: Common Horse
Breed: Moriesian (Morgan + Friesian Mix)
Allegiance: Talori Herd
Rank: Guardian

Mate: Ziara

Personality:
[Adventurous]~[Candid]~[Sarcastic]~[Charming]~[Headstrong/Stubborn]~[Caring/Overprotective]
[Adventurous]
Lukan faithfully stuck to his mother's side as a foal, or at least until he realized there were so many things in the world that needed investigating. If he were compared to the adventurer/explorers in any of the other herds he wouldn't even be considered one. Instead, his investigation leans more towards the constant want and need to gather knowledge, information, and experience. It's not enough for him to know that a plant is edible; he wants to know why it tastes different than another plant, how tall and quickly it grows, and when its flowers are in bloom. Lukan manages to possess the curiosity of a scholar and foal at the same time.

[Candid]
Mother always said, "Remember three things, my darling: never steal, never cheat, and never lie." Lukan took this lesson to heart, and quickly became honest to a fault. If he is asked a question, he will give an honest answer no matter how much it may hurt to hear it. As a result he comes off as being very blunt, but trustworthy. Everyone knows he will never lie to them and makes sure never to tell him a secret. If anyone asks the right questions, they just might get the answer.

[Sarcastic]
Lukan's honesty can sometimes appear to be rudeness, especially to those who don't know him. As a result, he learned to use sarcasm as a way to at least make an attempt at lightening whatever blows his candidness might cause. It usually fails to help, and can sometimes even get him into trouble, whereas being bluntly honest would have been the better route to begin with.

[Charming]
Whenever he isn't getting into trouble or ruffling someone's feathers, Lukan is usually quite charming. If he isn't trying to be he is simply polite to others, doing his best to make sure they know he truly cares about what they are feeling, saying, and doing. Engaging someone in conversation proves to be one of the most fascinating past times for him, as each conversation takes a different path than the last and he never knows where they're going to go. When purposely pouring on the charm, he is incredibly smiley and casually slips compliments into the conversation, meaning every single one of them. It's at this time where he truly has to think about what he is saying, no matter how much he wants to just let a river of words flow out.

[Headstrong/Stubborn]
Lukan sticks to his beliefs, standards, principles, morals, whatever you'd care to call them. It takes a great deal of convincing to get him to do anything that isn't a direct command or order, unless the request happens to fall in line with something he would happily do anyway. He can hold a grudge like nobody's business, but isn't easily offended or miffed about things so it doesn't happen often. However he often times does- and says- things without thinking, diving in headfirst into situations he may not be prepared for.

[Caring/Overprotective]
It hurts Lukan to see someone else hurting. Something compels him to go to the aid of anyone in need whether it be they are physically or emotionally injured. Because of this he is very protective of others, sometimes to the point of trying to control and dictate what they do. He doesn't do this all the time, just when he thinks it is warranted such as if they appear to be heading into a dangerous or otherwise harmful situation. This often leads him to go into wordy explanations of why whoever it is should take his advice, tossing in his brutally honest opinion throughout.


Physical Information:
Body Type: Thickly built, very muscular. Long strong legs.
Height: 18.2 Hands
Weight: 1300 lbs
Description: A large dark chestnut dun stallion with bright aqua blue eyes, thick curling mane and tail, and long feathering around his hooves.
Coat Color: Chestnut - Dark
Mane and Tail Color: Dark reddish brown, a few shades darker than his coat
Eye Color: Light aqua blue

Scent: Lukan often smells of warm stones, leather, and has a general over scent reminiscent of pine.

Other Important Information and Facts:

Orientation: Heterosexual - Interested in Females
Status: Devoted & Engaged - Ziara
Preferences:
Turn-Ons:
Kindness, general warmth
Affectionate
Honesty
Strong-willed
Bravery
Turn-Offs:
Crude behavior
Unnecessarily violent
Activity:

Voice: Lukan has a deep and gravely, but gentle voice. When necessary he can make himself very loud and commanding and almost sounds as if he is growling.
Voice Actor: Sam Worthington

Theme Songs/Playlist: TBA

Likes: Stargazing, Exploring, Thinking, Listening to stories
Dislikes: Dishonesty, masters who mistreat their slaves in excess

Brief Backstory:

In the Beginning
Arrano was not the social type, despite his mother’s many attempts to get him involved in the life of the herd, especially with a few young pretty mares as he got older. To her great dismay, Arrano wanted nothing to do with them, taking the disappearance of his own father as a sign that all love stories were meant for failure, even if not by choice. With this frame of mind intact he came across a young horse he’d never seen before, a little chestnut brown mare who could run faster and farther than any other horse he’d seen. She was much more nimble than any draft built horse like himself and somehow instilled in him the need to chase her through the streets of the city. Night began to fall, casting long red tinged shadows across the city and he had still not quite caught up with her. When the first stars began to appear in the sky the mare came to a halt, smiling up at them. Cautiously, Arrano approached, not looking at the stars, but captivated by her face and the wonder in her eyes. After a few long minutes, she seemed to notice his presence and shifted her gaze from the sky to him.
“What’s your name?” Arrano asked quietly, barely containing the volume of his voice.
The mare smiled at him, looking mischievous. “You didn’t catch me, but I’ll tell you anyway.” She stood up on her hind legs to reach her muzzle to his ear, her voice a barely there whisper as she spoke. “Lorea.”

Childhood
Lorea and Arrano spent nearly every waking moment that could be spared together after that night, usually with Arrano trailing a bit behind. A few seasons passed and they grew closer, until the decided to be married, much to Arrano's mother's delight. Shortly there after the two welcomed a foal into the world of the Aodh Herd. They named the colt Lukan meaning ‘bringer of light’ in honor of their first meeting. From the day he was born, it was easy to tell the foal was going to be adventurous. He was cautioned to stay close to his parents, but every day he would venture just a little farther, intent on investigating every new sight and sound.
His father would often say 'My life would not be worth living, without someone in it worth living for.', leaving Lukan with great aspirations to have the same devotion to someone someday. This, along with the other little phrases his parents were fond of saying, taught Lukan everything he needed to know, though the lessons would sometimes land him in trouble rather than doing him good. His mother's favorite saying- "Remember three things, my darling: never steal, never cheat, and never lie."- had the most profound effect on him, leaving him with his candid personality.
When he was nearing his first year, Lukan he had a tendency towards being rather shy and content to interact with as few members of the herd as possible. He desperately wanted to integrate himself into the life of his heard and so he began spending more time trying to get close to the other young horses of the heard, only eavesdropping and never actually inserting himself in the conversations. Whenever he was talked to, his inherent honesty left some abashed and others seeking his opinion on all kinds of matters with no regard to the fact that the colt might have no idea what they were talking about.

Adolescence
As he grew into an adolescent, Lukan became a confidant for those who needed advice, but never anyone who kept a secret, putting him out of the loop of gossip. For the most part he liked to study from a distance, but Lukan inadvertently began to have more and more contact with the herd. While this made him uncomfortable to no end, it also brought him many great joys he would never have discovered without it. One evening, a particularly warm night with barely a cloud in the sky, Lukan looked up during his prayers. The stars were brighter than he’d ever seen, looking as if they were swimming in the brilliant blue ocean he love so much. From that night forward he would sometimes dream of swimming thought the sea, but kept it to himself, knowing it was entirely impossible. The next night, Lukan when straight to the edge of a fountain pool within the city, a place where he often saught solitude and prayed rather than going to a crowded temple. Thinking that if he were to make a request here at what he felt to be one of the most sacred of places, that the power of the gods might grant him his wish. Instead, when he looked into the pool, he saw the perfect shimmering reflection of the night sky, the stars suddenly multiplied and present no matter if he looked up or down. Seeing his own reflection there, nestled among the stars, filled him with happiness to the point he thought he might burst. Though he had no fins, his prayers had been answered. From that day on, Lukan felt more sure than ever of his personal spiritual connection to the gods.

At the age of fifteen, Lukan made the decision to become a Guardian. Neither of his parents understood the choice, but supported him as he went about making his requests and becoming apprenticed to one of the revered stallions. He longed to do something with his life that would make him feel like more and allow him to be a part of something bigger than a single horse. Putting himself in a position where he could look after the well-being of the herd felt like the perfect answer. His mother seemed only concerned with the fact that he would be putting himself in danger rather than what he was protecting, and no amount of explaining could make her see otherwise. Lukan was happy however, and that seemed to help her accept it somewhat.

He was soon squired to a well respected but aging Gaurdian, a dusty gray stallion by the name of Dariel. Dariel was a kind but no-nonsense sort of teacher and had no patience for goofing off. As an apprentice Lukan trained in a variety of combat disciplines. Along with physical training, he took every opportunity to exercise him mind and go out into the city to get real experience. He got along very well with his teacher, and Lukan ended up spending more time with him listening to stories rather than with his peers. Knowing that some day they would be the horses Lukan would rely on to come to his aid and watch his back, Dariel began insisting on a new kind of training- socializing. Lukan did not take to this discipline as well as some others and was very quiet when engaging in group activities, but he was at least participating which Dariel appreciated.

Adulthood
Lukan has taken to talking less and listening more, finding the quiet pursuits in life suit him better. He spends the majority of his free time sitting quietly, close enough to hear what others are saying, but far enough away to avoid the conversation himself as always. His favorite time of day is the evening, when everyone gathers together to listen to and to tell stories; no one bothers him for a few words, but he can take part by soaking in whatever tales are being told, all the while admiring the sky.

At the age of eighteen he was promoted from squire to a full Guardian. After a short time he had enough savings to make himself a decent home, something he was quite proud of. While not at lavish or extravagant as some initially, every now and then he invested in improvements and additions to his home, hoping to one day make it fit for a family of his own. He takes his work very seriously and respects the emperor. His reverence for the empress waivers however as he does have a difficult time seeing her as anything but a child - but he has every hope she will grow to be a wise ruler alongside Hawkeye. Lukan has also developed a fierce protectiveness over Merrill.

TBA
Relationship with Ziara

Family:

-- Parents -
Arrano || "Eagle" || Father || Fresian
Lorea || "Flower" || Mother || Morgan

- Siblings -

- Grandparents-
  Yori || "Reliable" || Paternal Grandmother || Fresian

--Other--

- Mate -

Ziara

- Offspring -

Relationships:
= Apprentice
= Family
= Dead

= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Best friend
= Crush/Attraction
= Mate
= Lust
= Discomfort
= Despise

Love

Character Name (Ref Sheet Link) || :bullet: || :bullet: || Roleplayer/Owner
"Thoughts about the character from my characters perspective"

Ziara ||   ||  ||  ||

Roleplay Sample:
From an rp with MythicalPrancer in Chevalin-Wanderlust - Lukan and Ziara
Storm clouds were still raging, lightning flashes lighting up the early morning and casting eerie white and blue light over the horses gathered in the field. The battle had ended in a draw, but Lukan still felt fearful, trying his best to stay clear of the Bachelor horses and any others that had joined them against his herd. Claps of thunder seemed to follow him as he raced between the injured gathering together, but they were mere whispers compared to the sound of his own heart in his ears; there was blood still in the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck, chest, and leg, but all that mattered to him now was finding Ziara, praying that she was somewhere just out of sight, alive and well. If anything had happened to her… The knight wouldn’t allow himself to finish the thought. They had promised each other they would both come back from this, and he was confident the mare was going to keep that promise.

Blue eyes scanning each horse he passed in a blink, the stallion kept moving, fighting his instinct to stop and help. The injured horses would be well cared for by those that had stayed out of the battle and he really wasn’t needed by them for the time being. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to find his beloved mage and be on their way back to their own island. He had had more than enough of this strange place, disheartened that such a beautiful landscape would always looks bloody and scarred in his mind from now on.

TRACKERS:

Lukan (C) SapphireSquire
Art by stray-thought