“Have you ever noticed how unsettled dust,
drifting around in the light of the sun,
looks like stars sparkling on a clear night sky?”Name: Lucas “Sissy” Spencer
Although his real name is Lucas, he might introduce himself by several other names to strangers.
To friends of friends, he will always introduce himself as “Sissy”.
Gender:Male ♂
Age: Nineteen (19)
Height: 6'3” - 191cm
Weight:183lbs – 83kg
“I don't get why people hate thunder so much;
it's like the heartbeat of nature.
It's such a beautiful sound, don't you think?”AppearanceHead:
He has a full head of silky smooth ginger red hair that falls to the bottom of his shoulder blades in length, with his bangs cut in a diagonal along with the curve of his face.
His eyes are a deep forest green and shine with emotion, with longer-than-usual dark lashes framing them, giving him a slightly feminine appearance.
He has high, slightly defined cheekbones with freckles as well as a slightly wide nose, also speckled with freckles.
His lips are perhaps a bit fuller than one would expect, but his overall feminine face comes to a complete by these.
Even if he ever did try to grow out his facial hair, it would only grow in patches of baby-soft fluff, so he does not try.
He is known to never remove his dark green beanie.
Torso:
With his tall and lanky bodily build, he does not have much muscle to show of. His lankiness does have the positive side effect of his meager abdominal muscle being visible though his skin, as if he had trained them, simply because there is no fat or anything to hide them.
On his left pectoral and stretching over his shoulder and down his shoulder blade, he has a tattoo of a tortoise, in black and white.
He usually wears simple and quite worn t-shirts. Sometimes he even wears a t-shirt over another t-shirt. He has a baby pink shirt with sparkly, glitter letters that spell out “Princess” that he wears quite a lot, though.
Arms:
His lanky body type leads people to use jokes like “I didn't know you wore italian shirts, but I can see the spaghetti hanging from the sleeves! HAHAHA!”
He has a tattoo on each arm. On his right arm, he has a eastern style dragon snaking from his wrist to his bicep in shades of blue and a few greens. On his left arm, a white tiger adorns his forearm.
Legs:
Just like the rest of his, Lucas' legs are long and lanky. He hates his knees, because he feels his kneecaps are too visible, because he is so thin.
He has a tattoo on his right leg; flames all up and down his calf, ending in the tail of a red phoenix on his thigh.
He usually wears long, denim pants that tends to be a size or two too big to get that baggy effect that kids love so much these days; he keeps these too-big pants up with a studded, leather belt. His pants tend to be more than well worn and too many of them have holes in places where holes should not be, like the butt.
He wears sneakers all the time. He has sneakers in all the colors of the rainbow.
”You know, change isn't always bad;
when the sun goes down and it gets dark
you can see the stars on the sky.
Isn't it just gorgeous?”Personality: Lucas has a very laid back, calm kind of attitude. He is a uncurable optimist and opportunist; his glass never empties, no matter how much he drinks. He is the type to sit around in gardens, playing his guitar and listening to the sound of the nature around him for inspiration or playing his tunes outside the mall, hoping that someone will hear, simply so he may have made someone's day just a little bit brighter. He might even break into song, if he feels like it, or start dancing even with no music on.
He loves the smell right after the rain, the sounds of the birds chirping when the sun rises and music of any and all kinds.
He hates it when people are dishonest or look down on other people; even more when the put others down, just to make themselves feel better.
History: Lucas never really thinks about how he grew up or whether his childhood was good or bad. It was a childhood. He grew up. He made some right decisions and some wrong ones.
When he was little, he liked climing trees and many a time he got stuck up there, crying for his mother to come help him. At one time, he got stuck with his foot in a fork branch; hanging upside down. He cried for his mother to come help him, only for her to excuse herself as she laughed her ass off, getting the camera to take a picture.
He liked swimming, too. At one time, he was at the beach. He was paddling around in the water in his little ducky-lifesaver, when a wave came. It tipped him upside-down once again. His mother laughed her ass off again.
When he got a little older, he used to go play with the other kids. They would run around with sticks, pretending that they were swords. Many times, he got hit in the head, over his fingers and anywhere else that hurt. He came home with a bloody nose at least once a week, because a make-shift arrow had hit him in the face.
They would go down to the lake to fish, using home-made fishing rods made from sticks with a string on it. They would never catch anything, but it was fun. On warm days, they would jump in the lake and splash around.
When he turned ten, his mom got him a guitar for his birthday. It was the best gift he had ever gotten. He would sit around in the sun, just practising his playing while his friends played around him, enjoying his music. When they played, he would always be a bard. Down by the lake, they would just sit back and enjoy the sun, the sound of the streaming water and Lucas' guitar and just enjoy the feel of being near each other.
Then, when Lucas turned thirteen, he got his very first real gift from a friend of his; a boy named Alex. It was a dark green beanie. “I got you this so you could hide that awful ginger fringe,” was the message along with the gift. This resulted in Lucas growing out his hair, so that awful ginger fringe was still visible, even when he wore the beanie.
During his teens, he did many dumb things. He dyed his hair every color of the rainbow. He tried smoking and felt like he was almost dying. He even had a few encounters with alcohol, which he had to admit was not half bad. He tried smoking weed, which was not half bad, either. He kissed girls and touched girls. He kissed boys, too. He liked that better.
He came out as a homosexual when he was seventeen.
His best friend, Alex, got him a pink shirt with glitter letters that said “Princess” as a coming out gift, along with the nickname Sissy.
Lucas never considered himself unnatural or different. Sure, he could do some things that most people could not, but his mother did not seem to think it was a big deal. His friends thought it was cool. Alex really liked it when he played with fire.
Shortly before Lucas turned eighteen, his mother passed away. He had never even known she was ill, but she had. Without a father and still not old enough to care for himself, even if only by a few months, Lucas was sent to live with his aunt and uncle. They decided that it would be best for him to enroll at Prometheus Academy.
He has been there for a year now.
Powers: Primary; Black Mage (Fire and Water)
Secondary; White Mage
Guild: Black Mage
Theme: Arms of Mother Nature”My mom used to say
that the people who fear the dark,
fear the unknown.
What they really fear
is the sides of themselves
that may not be what they want them to.”