Name: Lucky
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian
Sex: Male
Appearance: Lucky's most noticeable thing when you meet him is just how perfectly average he looks. He's about 5'6", has brownish hair, brownish eyes, and he's white, but not extremely so. He's pretty thin, and seems healthy, but he isn't bony nor a muscle man. His usual attire is rather varied, maybe to make up for his lack of any natural features. He wears glasses occasionally, though he doesn't need them. He has a multitude of shirts and shorts, though normally settles on a simple tight-fitting shirt and a pair of jeans. His shoes are usually a pair of plain trainers.
Homeland: United States
History: Lucky was born in Utah, to an extremely functional alcoholic mother and no father.
When he was born, the doctor had apparently gone off to grab some papers to sign, and promptly forgot about Lucky, leaving the new mother and child to wait out for a few hours before the doctor checked his schedule for what he was meant to be doing.
Being as normal as he was, he passed through his years smoothly, with no positive or negative attention falling on him, apart from the occasional raised hand from his mother when she had taken a few too many sips from the bottle. He largely ignored it, since it was pretty half-hearted. She just didn't have the energy since his father left. She said life was just boring without him. No matter how much she daydreamed about his father, she never said anything about him, apart from "I think he looked a bit like you."
While his mother was violent occasionally, it wasn't the majority of the time, and they had a solid relationship. When the welfare checks came in, and a pack of beer had been purchased, Lucky's mom would show him how to play some tricks on people. How to win at poker and blackjack with less than reputable means. Amazing audiences with magic tricks, stealing their money right under their noses. Often, Lucky didn't even need to be sneaky. People almost wanted him to take their money. And through all of that, once he was done, no one could describe him apart from what he was wearing.
Once he had finished school, Lucky was ready for the world, in the eyes of his father. He went over to the US, played in as many casinos as possible, earning as much as possible. He was kicked out a few, but once he was done with Salt Lake, he moved right on to Vegas. He wasn't counting cards or anything like that. He just smiled at the dealer and the other players, and left them wondering how they had lost so much, so quickly. In a way, Lucky also wondered how he was so good at tricking people. Until he met a pair of ravens who proceeded to give him some clue as to why he could trick people so well.
Parent Gender: Male
Heroic Role: Trickster
Priority 1 Attributes: Manipulation,Charisma , Quickness
Priority 2 Attributes: Intelligence, Perception, Dexterity, Stamina
Priority 3 Attributes: Strength, , Appearance
Primary Purview: Chaos
Secondary Purviews: Illusion, Mystery,
Tertiary Purviews: Psychopomp, Artistry
Primary Trainings: Conversation, Investigate, Larceny
Secondary Trainings: Politics, Art, Drive, Endure
Tertiary Trainings: Research, Heal, Wilds
Jotunblut: Yes
Romance: I'm fine with romance!
Play style: I enjoy complex missions, planning things. Political intrigue, dialogue, I'm all for that. I have nothing against action though, just my character isn't built for it.
Signature: Boss_Dude
Can you possibly guess which of the Æsir I'm going for here?
Anyway, this looks pretty damn fun. Can't wait!
Edited: Still not going Jotunblut since how the hell can I be perfectly average when I'm ten feet tall?
