Luka Cross | Age:
Human | Homeland:
The Eastern Kingdoms
Appearance "Don't be."
Luka does not attract much attention at first glance. His fair, mostly unmarked skin, mop of dark hair, and plain features do not make him stand out in a crowd. Perhaps his only remarkable trait would be the red-brown color of his irises, normally only found in the humans of the Southern Desert, which is the sole indicator of his heritage. Luka is of about average height for a boy his age, and his build is lean, almost lanky. He dresses sensibly in clothes fit for traveling of moderate quality, usually wearing either earth tones or more subdued colors. Luka has not experienced much hardship in his life, and is quite healthy, though he is normal at best in terms of physical strength.
Skills "I need you."
Luka has the benefit of a good education, which is something that many his age lack, and is a rather intelligent young man. He can read and write perfectly well, is decent at arithmetic, and has dabbled in geography, seafaring, and cartography. He worked as the apprentice of an iron trader, and as such has sufficient knowledge of the mercantile craft, and a fair amount of experience in it. Luka can be surprisingly charismatic and persuasive when he chooses to be, bordering on what one may call being manipulative, and is an exceptionally good liar. Since becoming a Warlock, Luka has been studying both astrology and astronomy, as well as the lore of an ancient cult of star-worshipers from the depths of the Southern Desert.
Spells "He was aware that he was still a child."
Background "She said, 'Don't make others suffer for your personal hatred.'"
- Dire Radiance: You cause a shaft of brilliant, cold starlight to lance down from above, bathing your foe in excruciating light. The nearer he moves toward you, the brighter and more deadly the light becomes.
- Eldritch Blast: You fire a bolt of dark, crackling eldritch energy at your foe.
- Dreadful Word: You whisper one word of an unthinkable cosmic secret to your foe. His mind reels in terror.
- Glow of Ulban: You call upon Ulban, whose blue-white light pierces the mind and interrupts the instinct for self-preservation in those caught in its otherworldly glow.
- Dread Star: You create a fist-sized orb of painful blue-white radiance that whirls around your enemy, searing him. Fierce rays shoot from it like jabbing daggers of light, fencing him in where he stands.
- Prophecy of Zhudun: You whisper snatches of prophecy glimpsed in the blank face of dead Zhudun. A vision flashes into your foeís mind that is so horrifying that it loses track of its surroundings.
- Crown of Stars: Flaring points of star-bright light encircle your head. With each gesture, a painful point of blue-white light leaps away in a halo of choking smoke toward one foe.
Luka was born to Ankair and Lillian Cross in his mother's ancestral home in an Eastern Kingdom close to the region's southern border. Both of his parents were exceptional wizards, his mother reputable among the magical community for her advances in thaumaturgy, but his father an exile hailing from the Southern Desert. Luka spent the first years of his life surrounded my magicians of all varieties, and was often doted upon with magical trinkets and exotic pets. However, tragedy struck when his mother was killed in a magical experiment gone wrong when he was only four years old. The details of her death, and the nature of the experiment were both extremely vague, as his father was the only other participant in the experiment, and much suspicion was drawn to the event. Unable (or perhaps unwilling) to provide Lillian's body to clear his name, Ankair fled the Kingdom like he had his previous home, disappearing into thin air.
Now more or less an orphan, the very young Luka was sent to live with his mother's sister and her husband in the bustling port city of Walmouth. Kenneth and Violetta Dole lived comfortably, as Kenneth was a successful merchant, trading mostly in iron. While Violetta was initially against taking on the burden of raising her nephew (as Lillian was something of a black sheep in their family due to both her magic and marrying a man of the Desert), her husband persuaded her, as she was barren and he desperately wanted a son. Though Kenneth's expectations of taking Luka on as his son faltered upon laying his eyes on Luka, and seeing how much the boy resembled his father, despite his paler complexion.
The Doles found that they could not open their hearts to Luka as though he was their own, and the boy was raised without their love. This was not to say that he was abused by any means. At worst he was ignored by them, at best he was treated like a tenant, rather than a member of their family. Luka had inherited both his mother's family's distrust of his father, and their disappointment in his mother, and was generally treated like an outcast among them. Luka internalized these feelings of rejection as he matured, shaping his reserved personality and lack of self-worth.
When Luka became of age, he took up an apprenticeship under his uncle, learning the arts of trade and negotiation. He showed a good aptitude for it, as he dealt well with people, and had an uncanny talent for persuasion. His instruction did not conclude, however, as some months after Luka turned fifteen, he received a letter addressed to him. It had only a single word written in it, "Come.", and his father's signature, "Chancellor Cross of Anrelika" above a stamp of his official seal. They learned from the courier that had delivered the letter that his father had in recent years risen to become the leader of a small kingdom a fair distance north along the coastline. Luka set out to Anrelika at once, journeying to the kingdom by carriage over the course of a week. He was received rather coldly by his father, who treated him more like a mercenary than a son, but gave to him a Task, a Gift, and the Promise of a reward. Luka was supplied with what he needed to carry out his (extremely vague) Task, and was sent out into the world to accomplish it. Luka has spent the last few weeks wandering from town to town and inn to inn, trying to interpret his task so that he may set about completing it.
Personality "Those women longed for the touch of others' lips, and thus invited their kisses."
Luka is a complicated and deeply troubled young man. His history of abandonment followed by emotional neglect severely stunted his self-confidence and self-worth. Luka is plagued with almost constant self-doubt and not a small amount of self-loathing. He frequently second-guesses himself and underplays his own talents and usefulness. However, he masks his depression with a demeanor that is generally pleasant and polite, if not a bit gloomy. Luka dislikes confrontational or hostile situations, and should a conflict arise, he will frequently be the first to back down. He generally does whatever is asked of him, if only as a way of getting by in life. Above all else Luka craves affection, but too often his low opinion of himself and fear of being abandoned get in the way of him forming meaningful relationships.
Equipment and Armor "Take care of yourself."
- Traveling Cloak (Almost New)
- Traveling Clothes (Almost New)
- Walking Boots (Almost New)
- Walking Stick
- Trail Rations (2 Days)
- Lantern (4 Candles)
- Paper, Ink and Quills
- Several Travel-Sized Maps
- Mysterious Tome