Last Updated: July 26, 2015

Basic information:

Name: Lukan

Nicknames: Lu

Age: 24 years

Gender: Stallion

Species: Horse

Breed: Moriesian (Morgan + Friesian Mix)

Allegience: The Olde Herd

Rank: Knight

Personality:

[Adventurous]

Lukan faithfully stuck to his mother's side as a foal, or at least until he realized there were so many things in the world that needed investigating. If he were compared to the adventurer/explorers in any of the other herds he wouldn't even be considered one. Instead, his investigation leans more towards the constant want and need to gather knowledge, information, and experience. It's not enough for him to know that a plant is edible; he wants to know why it tastes different than another plant, how tall and quickly is grows, and when its flowers are in bloom. Lukan manages to possess the curiosity of a scholar and foal at the same time.

[Candid]

Mother always said, "Remember three things, my darling: never steal, never cheat, and never lie." Lukan took this lesson to heart, and quickly became honest to a fault. If he is asked a question, he will give an honest answer no matter how much it may hurt to hear it. As a result he comes off as being very blunt, but trustworthy. Everyone knows he will never lie to them and makes sure never to tell him a secret. If anyone asks the right questions, they just might get the answer.

[Charming]

Whenever he isn't getting into trouble or ruffling someone's feathers, Lukan is usually quite charming. If he isn't trying to be he is simply polite to others, doing his best to make sure they know he truly cares about what they are feeling, saying, and doing. Engaging someone in conversation proves to be one of the most fascinating past times for him, as each conversation takes a different path than the last and he never knows where they're going to go. When purposely pouring on the charm, he is incredibly smiley and casually slips compliments into the conversation, meaning every single one of them. It's at this time where he truly has to think about what he is saying, no matter how much he wants to just let a river of words flow out.

[Headstrong/Stubborn]

Lukan sticks to his beliefs, standards, principles, morals, whatever you'd care to call them. It takes a great deal of convincing to get him to do anything that isn't a direct command or order, unless the request happens to fall in line with something he would happily do anyway. He can hold a grudge like nobody's business, but isn't easily offended or miffed about things so it doesn't happen often. However he often times does- and says- things without thinking, diving in headfirst into situations he may not be prepared for.

Physical Information:

Body Type: Thickly built body, long strong legs. Built strong, but also nimble.

Height: 17 hands

Weight: 1150lbs

Voice Actor: Sam Worthington

Other Important Information and Facts:

 Orientation: Straight

Likes: 

Stargazing

Exploring

Thinking

Listening to stories

Dislikes:

Fighting

Dishonesty

Brief Backstory:

In the Beginning

Arrano was not the social type, despite his mother’s many attempts to get him involved in the life of the herd, especially with a few young pretty mares as he got older. To her great dismay, Arrano wanted nothing to do with them, taking the disappearance of his own father as a sign that all love stories were meant for failure, even if not by choice. With this frame of mind intact he came across a young horse he’d never seen before, a little chestnut brown mare who could run faster and farther than any other horse he’d seen. She was much more nimble than any draft built horse like himself and somehow instilled in him the need to chase her across the meadows of Island. Night began to fall, casting long red tinged shadows across the grass and he had still not quite caught up with her. When the first stars began to appear in the sky the mare came to a halt, smiling up at them. Cautiously, Arrano approached, not looking at the stars, but captivated by her face and the wonder in her eyes. After a few long minutes, she seemed to notice his presence and shifted her gaze from the sky to him.

“What’s your name?” Arrano asked quietly, barely constraining the volume of his voice.

The mare smiled at him, looking mischievous. “You didn’t catch me, but I’ll tell you anyway.” She stood up on her hind legs to reach her muzzle to his ear, her voice a barely there whisper as she spoke. “Lorea.”

 Childhood

Lorea and Arrano spent nearly every waking moment together after that night, usually with Arrano trailing a bit behind. A few seasons passed with the tides coming and going many times, until one day when the two welcomed a foal into the world of the Olde herd. They named the colt Lukan meaning ‘bringer of light’ in honor of their first meeting. From the day he was born, it was easy to tell the foal was going to be adventurous. He was cautioned to stay close to his parents, but every day he would venture just a little farther, intent on investigating every new sight and sound.

His father would often say 'My life would not be worth living, without someone in it worth living for.', leaving Lukan with great aspirations to have the same devotion to someone someday. This, along with the other little phrases his parents were fond of saying, taught Lukan everything he needed to know, though the lessons would sometimes land him in trouble rather than doing him good. His mother's favorite saying- "Remember three things, my darling: never steal, never cheat, and never lie."- had the most profound effect on him, leaving him with his candid personality.

When he was nearing his first year, Lukan came across one of the strangest horses he had ever seen, though at the time he hadn’t seen many, being rather shy and content to interact with as few members of the herd as possible. His father had the darkest midnight coat, his mother a warm brown, but this horse was pure white from mane to tail. He approached the young stallion, a mixture of curiosity and terror churning in his stomach. Without a word, he sat down, watching the young horse as he wandered around talking to near every filly that passed by, though some garnered more interest than others. An entire afternoon went by with Lukan observing, growing so distracted he failed to notice the stallion approach him. He appeared friendly enough, but also quite smug, a split second judgment on Lukan’s part.

“What’s your name kid?” He asked.

“Lukan.” Lukan replied without hesitation, telling the absolute truth like he’d been taught.

“I’m Alabaster.” The white stallion replied, again sounding smug. “Watch carefully and you’ll figure it out.”

After that, Lukan spent more time trying to get close to the other young horses of the heard, only eavesdropping and never actually inserting himself in the conversations. Whenever he was talked to, his inherent honesty left some abashed and others seeking his opinion on all kinds of matters with no regard to the fact that the colt might have no idea what they were talking about.

Adolescence

As he grew into an adolescent, Lukan became a confidant for those who needed advice, but never anyone who kept a secret, putting him out of the loop of gossip. His favorite subject to study was Alabaster; the white horse seemed absolutely fascinating to Lukan, and he quickly grew fond of trying to decipher his behavior, never understanding his obsession with appearances, especially in himself. Despite their differences in all things, Lukan still considered the other stallion to be his best, if not his only, friend. With Alabaster’s ‘help’, Lukan inadvertently began to have more and more contact with the herd. While this made him uncomfortable to no end, it also brought him many great joys he would never have discovered without it.

One evening, a particularly warm night with barely a cloud in the sky, Lukan looked up during his prayers. The stars were brighter than he’d ever seen, instilling in him a love of the sky and all things celestial. From that night forward he would sometimes dream of flying, but kept it to himself, knowing it’s entirely impossible, but he never stopped hoping. The next night, Lukan when straight to the edge of the Praying Pool, thinking that if he were to make a request here at this most sacred of places, that the power of the unicorn might grant him wings. Instead, when he looked into the pool, he saw the perfect shimmering reflection of the night sky, the stars suddenly multiplied and present no matter if he looked up or down. Seeing his own reflection there, nestled among the stars, filled him with happiness to the point he thought he might burst. Though he had no wings, his prayers had been answered. From that day on, Lukan felt more sure than ever that one day the unicorns would return.

Adulthood

In his most recent young adult years, Lukan has taken to talking less and listening more, finding the quiet pursuits in life suit him better. He spends the majority of his time sitting quietly, close enough to hear what others are saying, but far enough away to avoid the conversation himself as always. His favorite time of day is the evening, when everyone gathers together to listen to and to tell stories; no one bothers him for a few words, but he can take part by soaking in whatever tales are being told, all the while admiring the sky.

After the Praying Pool turned red, Lukan stayed behind to watch over the herd while the king lead a party to face the threat at the land bridge. With a winter storm threatening their safety and foul omen from the mare Eiru, Lukan and the rest of the herd chose to leave their place by the pool and follow the others. Once there, it became apparent that a war was brewing between the Olde and Bachelor herds; preparations began immediately and Lukan spent a great deal of his time training other horses, practicing himself, and patrolling for any signs of danger or threat from the opposing herd. With his free time limited, what rare moments he go to himself, he used to get away from the imminent threat of war hanging over his head, most often walking quality in the Silver Wood. On one such excursion he came across Ziara. Though formerly a knight herself, Lukan had spent very little time with her other than during training. After spending the rest of the day and part of the night with her, talking and sharing things neither of them had before, the stallion came to the realization that he had very strong - and unfamiliar - feelings for her.
 
Lukan then participated in the battle with the Bachelor Herd shortly after. His most notable fight was against the stallion Jaxon, who ended up besting him and giving Lukan a few scars, including the bite marks upon the left side of his chest, his right foreleg, and the back of his neck. After the battle the first thing he did was going looking for Ziara, finding her alive but injured in the mud.
Since the battle Lukan has developed somewhat hostile feelings towards the bachelor herd; he can keep his head, but grows quite angry when they are mentioned or around. 

Family:

-- Parents -

Arrano || "Eagle" || Father || Fresian

Lorea || "Flower" || Mother || Morgan

- Grandparents-

 Yori || "Reliable" || Paternal Grandmother || Fresian

- Mate -

N/A

- Offspring -

 N/A

Relationships:

= Apprentice

= Family

= Dead

= Uncertainty

= Acquaintance

= Friend

= Good friend 

= Best friend

= Crush/Attraction

= Mate

= Lust

= Discomfort

= Despise

= love

Alabaster || || 

"He's a strange horse, but oddly fascinating. I really don't know why. And he's my best friend strangely enough."

Ziara ||   ||  ||  ||

Roleplay Sample

From an rp with MythicalPrancer - Lukan and Ziara

Storm clouds were still raging, lightning flashes lighting up the early morning and casting eerie white and blue light over the horses gathered in the field. The battle had ended in a draw, but Lukan still felt fearful, trying his best to stay clear of the Bachelor horses and any others that had joined them against his herd. Claps of thunder seemed to follow him as he raced between the injured gathering together, but they were mere whispers compared to the sound of his own heart in his ears; there was blood still in the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck, chest, and leg, but all that mattered to him now was finding Ziara, praying that she was somewhere just out of sight, alive and well. If anything had happened to her… The knight wouldn’t allow himself to finish the thought. They had promised each other they would both come back from this, and he was confident the mare was going to keep that promise.

Blue eyes scanning each horse he passed in a blink, the stallion kept moving, fighting his instinct to stop and help. The injured horses would be well cared for by those that had stayed out of the battle and he really wasn’t needed by them for the time being. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to find his beloved mage and be on their way back to their own island. He had had more than enough of this strange place, disheartened that such a beautiful landscape would always looks bloody and scarred in his mind from now on.

Lukan (C) Me

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