Post by lukas on Nov 12, 2009 17:36:39 GMT -5
Lukas Von Weiss
Oceanic Flight 192 Ship Manifest - - - -
Ticket purchased for Lukas Von Weiss, at the age of Twenty.
His last residence was Los Angeles, California
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age: Twenty
date of birth: January Twenty-Fifth
eye color: Baby Blue
hair color: Blond
height: Five foot ten inches
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Lukas is someone who was born to two loving parents. Everything started out in life okay for him, but once he started kindergarden, he noticed something wrong going on in the house. One day when Lukas got home from school, off the bus, he walked in on his mother with a strange man in her bed. She told him to forget about it. Being as young as he was he forgot about it. However several weeks later he heard his parents fighting.
Waking up completely, Lukas came out to see his father hit his mother. Scared beyond words, he ran back to his room to try and forget what he saw, but it didn't end there. His father came home night after night smelling aweful. At the time, Lukas had no idea that his father was going out getting drunk and getting laid by some random female.
Things escalated when he was ten years old and his mothers drunk lover went into the wrong room and got into bed with him. Lukas wasn't very big, nor was he use to fighting someone twice his size. The man knew what he was doing, and Lukas knew it was wrong. His mouth was covered and he lost his innocence that night. He never told anyone about it.
That night changed Lukas forever. He learned to hate his mother and his father and what they were doing. He ran away from home numerus times, but was returned home within a day. He just wanted to get away from two parents that would eventually end up killing him.
Once he started high school he became a loner and got into all kinds of fights with several different gangs and people. He learned to rely on himself and only himself. Soon, his teacher learned of his home life and battled against his biological parents for custody. He started his Junior year of high school and was removed from his home after his father nearly beat him to death.
He moved in with his teacher, Ms. Viola Lynn Weiss. To remove memories of the past, she asked him if he wanted to change his name. Lukas agreed to change his name and to start anew, but things weren't as simple as that. He continued to get into trouble throughout school. Once Senior year started Viola moved them away from Los Angeles. There they started fresh. Lukas got better grades and finally decided to do something meaningful with his life.
He went off to his first year of college. After eight months, he learned his foster mother Viola was shot and killed. Once again Lukas became isolated and backed away from having much of a social life. Soon a chance opened up for him again. He decided to get away from it all and find some peace, quite and relaxation in doing a summer research project.
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I thought this character would be a little different from other characters. He's friendly, nice and calm most of the time, but when rubbed the wrong way he resorts to fighting his problems out rather then talking about them. This stems from the fact that he always got into fights when younger. He could be the one who argues and thinks differently about everything and trys to learn to talk instead of fight. Even though he is a fighter, he is book smart as well as street smart but more street smart, and can usually get out of a sticky situation the best he can. It was just an idea that I had. ^_^
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RP experience: Six Years
how did you find us?: Through Sam
age: Twenty
gender: Male
rp sample:
The day was looking rather better than most days, and Lukas was ready to get away from everything and push himself more into his studies rather then thinking about the past and everything that had happened up until now. He handed checked the watch on his wrist. He had a few minutes before the flight would leave. He grabbed his bag and headed onward.
He found his seat relatively easy and packed away his minor stuff. He looked around and saw no one he really knew. This was going to be a long flight. He sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair and sat down. He rubbed his head and wished that the slight headache he had would go away. It probably would if he went to sleep.
Lukas drifted off to sleep for a time, but something quickly jerked him awake. He was startled as the plane made odd shaking movements. He gripped both handle bars. This is why he didn't like flying. Damn it all, why did bad stuff always happen to him? He heard a few screams and glanced around. The aircraft seemed to be picking up speed and jiggling around even more.
Dear god. He seriously did not want to die yet. He closed his eyes and prayed that this was some sort of dream. However the plane started making odd noises and more screaming was brought out. His eyes popped open and now he felt ill and fearful. Was his life going to end now? Was it going to end before he could repent for everything he'd ever done in the past or couldn't prevent from happening?
A cold sweat gripped him as things flew out over people. He saw someone get up out of their seat, but was quickly down on the ground after something hit his head. His heart began to beat wildly as he remembered all the fights he'd been in. Many were as wild as this, but this could not even compare to those. This went beyond everything, and he could feel deaths cold hands gripping him. Everything went pitch dark after the lights went out and soon something hit him.
He vaguely awoke to the sounds of screaming, crying, and various other noises. He took a deep breath and coughed as smoke drift up his nose. He tried to unbuckle the seat belt that still kept him in the seat but it wouldn't budge. Holy hell, what was he going to do. He worked on the belt even more, trying to get loose as desparation filled him. His fighter instinct came alive and he growled as he got the belt unbuckled.
Lukas stood up and went around the cabin. A giant hole that let light in filled a giant space on the side of the plane. How the hell had the plane crashed. His thoughts went else where as he lifted a hand to his head and felt warm liquid. He pulled back to see blood. "Damnit," he said. He moved through the seats and obviously dead people towards the light. He soon felt heavy as if a huge weight were suddenly on his shoulders. He swallowed and moved forward once again and looked down to see sand. What the hell? He winced as more pain shot through his head.
Pulling more strength through his body he moved out into the sunlight. He could see others moving frantically about trying to help as many as possible. His vision swam. He wasn't sure what was wrong but the airplane had sure messed with his vision. He fell to the ground and sat there for a second before getting back up and trying to find someone who wasn't running around screaming and was actually trying to help others. Someone who was calm and rational.
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