Lucan, Lucas, Twig-man, half face (derogatory), kindling (derogatory)Race:
Hybrid (Elf/Creature of olde)Gender / Sexuality:
Adventurers Guild Faction:
First impressions have never been Luchta’s specialty, at least not enough to make up for his unusual appearance. A constant traveller he isn’t one to settle down for long and always give off a mysterious feeling like theres something more to him than just his strange biology. For the most part though this mysterious vibe most get from him is only down to his soft demeanour, a quiet and distant reamer he is almost always distracted by his surroundings or observing others for the sheer intrigue of it. But that’s not to say he is antisocial by any means, in fact he’s quite fond of parties much to the judgement of those hosting. He can drink, eat and celebrate as hard as any human due to his lust for wander and experiences in life that separate him from the simple lives of the plants he resembles.
When interacting with other species he is prone to his assumptions and cautions but not one driven by hatred. He sees the races of the Gains as worthy of respect, the people he wants to belong with but also like a child on their own adventure he cant imagine being stuck in an eternity without seeing what lies beyond where he was born. For the Eldritch he has caution and concerns but he tries to not let that drive him. He does not trust them easily but he will speak with them, work with them, and he hopes someday he can be proved wrong about them. Humans though, they are enjoyable, far younger than he ever remembers yet filled with more life than most. It’s likely his fascination with serving them that makes him seem so sinister, that and his half blood status, but he has no sinister ambitions. He just enjoys moving forward and wishes to spend his time, where possible, with those who do the same. (History:
When Quellena, an elven adventurer, found herself lost in the Hoptun forest far from her group she soon found the night darker than she could have possibly expected. She ended up running through the undergrowth, wounded and disarmed of the last of her weapons. All she needed to do was survive the night and she hoped to find safety in the day, but that was a task where the possibility seemed to be getting thinner by the moment. It was in that mad dash in a direction she did not know the name of, that she came across some long forgotten graveyard. The building there seemed to be an ancient shrine, to whatever branch god she did not know and likely no one else would either, the graves around it seemed to date back to the start of the great Holy war if not earlier. She found shelter in the crumbled archways, but soon felt uneasy when she noticed the unusual growths of branches weaving around the stone like vines and ivy, in unnatural shapes and patterns.
Before long she was witness to the arrival of something, a being that glided around the rows on legs made from countless branches of wood which all seemed to move and intertwine as if a mass of tentacles. But when the creature realised it was being watched it took the form of something far more inviting to the wound swordmaiden, that of a pale elf. Luchta was never told the details of what happened next but all he knows is that the being his mother met in that graveyard, after caring for and protecting her for a week, was the reason his mere appearance was shunned by the rest of society. His other parent, the creature of olde, held no preference for title or gender and so when they met Luchta for the first time they asked only to be known as Dagda’rin.
When Luchta, or as his mother called him Lucan, was born he was clear to all to be a Hybrid. The majority of his body took after his mother, that of an elf with the signature long ears and smooth hair of fiery red ginger. The most unique part of that half was the undertones of colour that seemed to shift with the seasons, it was his other half that drew the ire of almost all who saw the boy. Where should have been skin was instead layers of branches, twigs and bark like a man made of wicker. It covers the right half of his face, the entirety of his right arm and much of his right leg, yet despite it his mother loved him dearly. She raised him a gentle soul, training him in ways to protect himself but always making sure he respected and cared for the world around him like her olde partner would have wanted. He didn’t meet Dagda’rin for the first time till he was almost a man by human standards, but he was still young by any Gaiyan’s telling. When they met they did not say much, finding little need, instead a connection between the two led to the pair simply sitting by the old temple’s remains and taking in the fresh breaths of nature reclaiming the ground that belonged to it. He knew from that day onwards that while he would never truly understand or connect to his other parent, he understood he had a love for the world even his mother could not relate to. He wanted to travel, to live and wander, but he would do so for the beauty of what surrounded him rather than any singular ambition.
Luchta would have been nearing one hundred when he left his mother behind, without a son to raise anymore she returned to her love in the woods and the family have not been reunited since. For over two hundred years the elf with seemingly half a tree making up his body as wandered between settlements, joining the adventurers guild and learning whatever he could about the world he was born so distant from. Wherever his path takes him next and whatever drives him now, he is a man who is yet to find something that keeps him still for long. And nothing has yet stoped him from prioritising the earth beneath his feet and things that grow above all the treasure on offer.Likes:
-Selfish control of others
-Disrespect and Disregard for the Gaiyan
Luchta wants to travel the world indefinitely, seeing all the wonders of the natural world while being there to witness the best and worst parts of life. To feel alive despite the disconnect he feels from others.Key Fear/Adversary:
To be caged, unable to travel or see the beauty in the world. To only be able to watch as the world around him withers or burns so that those younger than him never get to see what he has seen.
Slim but strongHair:
Bright blue on his elven half and deep green on his wooden sideSkin Tone:
pale, subtle undertones range from purple in winter to orange in the autumn, golden in the summer and green in the spring.Overall Appearance:
Luchta stands out easy for one simple fact above all others, his partially wooden and nature infused body. While the extent of his body that is made out of branches and bark rather than flesh can shrink or expand, sometimes appearing almost entirely elf or entirely wooden, it usually rests at a 50/50 split focused on the right half of his body.
For the rest of Luchta he still stands out for several qualities. On his head he sports long fiery red hair, bright and smooth in contrast with what one would expect from someone with his lifestyle. His skin itself is pale near white but with undertones that shift with the seasons for those close enough to pay attention. His eyes are usually a bold sky blue but when they are covered and surrounded by his wooden biology then they are replaced by oval green eyes that seem more like smooth gems than a living person’s eye.
Physically he is lithe and thin like many elves are expected to be, but he shares the deceptive strength and endurance of his people, plus the added benefit of resilience that his olde blood provides.