Name: Luca
Allegiance: Neslia
Sex: Male
Gender Identity: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: April (Sol)
Appearance: Luca's a tall man, 6 feet or so. He has stubble and wants to keep it that way. He thinks it makes him look cool. His eyes are gray and his hair is black. It's usually slicked back or kept neatly groomed with a middle part. He generally wears modified uniforms because he likes them better.
He's pretty tan and covered in freckles on his shoulders. The nerd. Also, he has some scars on his legs and feet from trying to do some sick stunts as a kid. They totally failed. Above all, he's a pretty rugged, handsome man, but deeper down he's a total scrub.
Personality: Luca tries to act all tough and stuff, but really he's just a big kid. He loves to play games like cards but is bad at them and loses a lot. He exercises a lot because he thinks it makes him cooler. Luca likes to talk alot and annoys people with how much he talks. He likes to make friends.
He dies not get upset easily because he sees the good in lots of things. For an example, food. He can eat up to ten pounds of food a day with no regrets because he likes to eat. It is rare for him to get mad but when he does he completely blows up.
He comes up with new ideas really fast. Most of them aren't very good though. He thinks they are. He doesn't really understand that war means you have to kill people. If he ever had to he'd be really sad.
History:
Rank: E
Element: Water
Stats: 35
-Health: 5
-Defense: 5
-Resistance: 5
-Strength: 10 (+5)
-Magic: 5
-Speed: 5 (+5)
RP Sample: Luca was sitting in the spinniest of spinny chairs. He wore his uniform slightly unbuttoned at the top and crossed his feet on the desk. Some paperwork and stuff was on top of it. He was supposed to deliver it, but the deadline wasn't for like an hour so he had time to kill. He spun around once to get a good look at his surroundings. Some stones or whatever made up the floor. Probably because they were underground... Yeah. He scratched his ear awkwardly. His office was shared with like two other people because he was a low ranking recruit but everyone knew that he was king. He spun around one more awesome time before standing up. He should start trying to find who to turn the papers in to before he got lost. He grabbed the papers and made his way out the door.
He whistled a tune to himself and walked down the cavern. He waved at a few passing soldiers. And then some more. And some more. None waved back. He took some turns here and there. And... He was lost. He scratched his ear with his free hand. Oops.
"...to the front lines..." he heard a voice whisper. He turned around and was like... No way. The office was right behind him. What were they saying though. He stepped a bit closer. "Luca's... Talents would be better suited to the front lines than back here. Even as moral support, he'd be more efficient than whatever he's doing now." He didn't know if he should be happy or sad. Deciding he had enough, he knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
He walked into the room and placed the papers delicately on the edge of a desk.
"Here you go, sir!~" he managed to get out in a formal yet chipper tone. A smile was plastered on his face while the people who were talking did a face palm.
"You know what, just go back to your office." One ordered. He happily complied. Yay! He was going somewhere!
Other Characters: No