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Lucas Dumont G.O.I Hunter, he/him, 32 Owner of Dumont Diner

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(David Castañeda/32/cismale+he/him) Lucas Dumont has been in Eden Ros for 2 years. He is 32 and works at Dumont Diner as a Cook/Co-Owner. Rumor has it, he’s a Hunter associated with the G.O.I. He is Friendly and Courageous, but also Impulsive and Reckless.

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[leather-and-leftovers]

🕰️🫀🤲

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

If nobody is depending on him, it could be any time of day. If he got to bed at a decent time the night before, it's closer to 7:00am, but he's been known to stay in bed into the evening if he had nothing planned.

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

Boredom. He's worried about his own anger, but it's boredom that gets him into some of the worst spots he's ever been in. He often finds himself doing stupid, self-destructive shit just to fill time.

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

Having control. Lucas generally bristles at authority and doesn't like to be bossed around unless he's setting the terms.

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🧱

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

Lucas is aware of the walls he's built between hunter work and his normal life, which is a deliberate divide he tries to cultivate. He's not as aware of the divides he uses to separate supernaturals into "good" and "bad", and how fundamental that mindset has become to his work.

[dawnlings]

         Allie does mean to answer his question, and she tries to start thinking if the Thistle really did have regulars, and how sweet he is- but she doesn’t quite get there. At least, not before blood starts to stain the clean, safe, secure white bandages wrapping around his arm. The ones that promised her that everything was okay. Snap.  “ Oh, Lucas- ”

         For the second time today, Allie reaches for a friend, hoping to help. She can’t help but think of Teagan, again, though the details of the story are easy to forget about now that it’s happening in front of her eyes once more.  “ Hey, now, at least, you have more hands to help, right? I’m sure it was hard to patch up on your own. ”  She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear,  “ I can help, too. Like, really help. Not just bandaids. ”  It’s a strange thing to be so pushy about, but healing is just about the only thing that Allie does well.  “ Can I just … see it? It’ll make me feel better, and, like, I’ll help you wrap it back up after. ”

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He really thought he’d stitched it up well, but it was hard to get them even at that angle with a non-dominant hand. He hesitated, weighing his options. Between staying here and getting some help, or heading back to his car to stitch it up and risk making the same mistakes at the same awkward angle, he really didn’t have much of a choice. 

He sighed, pulling at the bandages as he held out his arm. “Do you have any experience dealing with stitches? I’m usually not the one doing this myself if the angle’s weird, but I didn’t want to go all the way home to make my brother do it.”

[finlaylevenson]

Finlay let himself be amused for a moment by the idea of his paternal side belonging to Cailleach. Self-hating idiots, his uncle had called them. “Not quite that far back,” he said. “We don’t predate the town. I think, uh… 18th century? Maybe a little earlier. But we’ve been here ever since, with Perilune, and I’d say three centuries makes us plenty Scottish.” He’d heard some of the family history in the past, but… it had been a long time, and his uncle wasn’t around to tell it anymore. “Well— we were. It’s just me, and, uhm. My daughter, now, and I’m not… I’m not with a pack anymore.”

Finlay took a sip of his soda water, and just listened. As Lucas spoke, he tried to follow along geographically in his mind — it’d been ages since he’d had to care about the states, though. At least the man was kind enough to throw in the south as a frame of reference. He caught himself before asking what brought you out here? Too much risk of bringing up something past what he ought to know. He wouldn’t pry too much; he’d already made his share of mis-steps about Lucas’s family & past. “I imagine this has been a big change from that, then,” he said.

The phrasing of the question brought a faint smile to his lips — maybe a younger version of himself would’ve bristled at a hunter asking it like that, but now it was more humorous than anything. “It may come as a shock, but we usually find jobs about the same as humans do,” he said. (…hopefully the smile makes that more obviously a joke.) “But I, uh… I was in my first year at uni, and I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, and then my… uh. My uncle was murdered.”

(…this is how to kill the mood 101. Great going.)

“Not— uhm.” He pressed his lips together tightly, trying to decide how to word it. “It was a… complicated situation, and I couldn’t let it go. I ended up working for an agency, just a… you know, a normal one, but nothing felt right until I went out on my own. I figured… a lot of us walk around with something we can’t let go of, that no court of law is ever going to be able to investigate or hold someone accountable for. Someone’s got to do something.” He shrugged. “People deserve answers. I’m good at finding them. And I really don’t think I’d last long under traditional employment.”

Finlay finished off that train of thought with another sip of his drink. (You have to bring this conversation back out of your weird little pit of misery.) “So, the, uh, the diner. Have you always wanted something like that, or did it just.. happen?”

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“Perilune, that's the, uh...” Don’t say ecofreaks, do NOT say ecofreaks. “The nature is for the supernatural one, right? Keeping humans out of the woods, doing stuff for the environment.”

A murder. “Did you ever find out who did it?” If he was a werewolf, it might have been a hunter, although with the way the city’s packs seem to go at each other’s throats every couple of decades, it could always be something more layered than that. 

“I can’t do normal employment, either. My brother’s always had a thing about making sure that no matter how bad a hunt got, he’d make breakfast after, and I wanted a job in town that wasn’t just... y'know, hunting.” He didn’t want to dive into the details of that. If bringing up a dead relative wasn’t enough to kill the mood, getting into details about hunting would. Especially since that story started with more dead relatives, and a pretty good reason to be extra-wary of werewolves. “It keeps me honest. I’d end up in a bad place if I didn’t have solid ground, and the diner makes it so I see more of the town besides the people I’d run into on hunts or in the bars.”

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

[leather-and-leftovers]

Lucas | Chiara | Sammy

[wickedxhell]

Oneiroi rejected the idea about doing that again “no, no. Not sure I could climb up the cliff.” He could go to the shore and walk back up if he really wanted to. But once was enough for this keeper. “Exactly that…” he used the excuse the other provided. “Thank you for encouraging me to jump.” He thanked Lucas while wading in the water. “I’m going to get dry and enjoy the market. I hope you have an excellent Jubilee.” Once the other had given there good byes Oneiroi made his way to shore to do what he had just said.

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END

[leather-and-leftovers]

🐍, 🦂, 🦝

🐍 ---- Has your muse ever been two faced? Do they talk badly of others behind their back? And how often are they this way?

Answered here.

🦂 ---- How deadly is your muse? Do they have the capabilities to kill someone? Would they if given the opportunity?

Lucas is capable of killing and has done it before. His coping method with it is through dehumanizing targets of hunts, but if he was backed into a corner, he'd kill someone who he hasn't taken the time to build that mindset around. He'd have trouble sleeping at night, but he'd be alive, and that's enough for him.

🦝 ---- What things have your muse gotten away with? Do they get sneak away often?

So, so much. He experimented a lot with drinking and drugs when he was younger, with some things that even his brother doesn't know about. In the line of work for the GOI, he regularly gets away with murder, and recreationally ends up in Glasgow Kiss to take advantage of their "no cops in the fight club" rule.

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🐍 ---- Has your muse ever been two faced? Do they talk badly of others behind their back? And how often are they this way?

🐍 ---- Has your muse ever been two faced? Do they talk badly of others behind their back? And how often are they this way?

Lucas tries to appear friendly and affable to a lot of people, but he's been known to talk shit behind people's backs. It's less of a deliberate deception and more that he's raised to try to be polite, but is more than willing to say whatever he thinks about someone to their face.

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🐞🦋🐻

🐞 ---- Do they believe in love at first sight? If not, what's the reason?

Answered here.

🦋 ---- How sociable is your muse? Do they make friends easily? If not, is there a reason why they aren't / don't?

Very sociable! Lucas loves to meet new people and hear about them, although he has trouble making deeper friendships. A lot of his more positive interactions come in settings where he's not fully being himself, and he never really knows how to open up with the more complicated stuff.

🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all?

Answered here.

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🐌🐻

🐌 ---- Does your muse take their time on things that are important? Are they the patient type of person?

Important, yes. Everything else, definitely not. Lucas is generally an impatient guy, so if he is slowing down for something or someone, it's because it matters for him to do so.

🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all?

Lucas oscillates wildly between having no sleep and sleeping too much. It tends to be one of the clearer warning signs to his brother that he's starting to get into an episode and needs to be made to take a break. He doesn't really have a consistent sleep schedule, although when he's medicated and doing well, he tends to settled into a better routine. He's a sleep talker, snores if he sleeps on his back, and usually ends up waking up with his arms around a pillow or whoever it is that is sleeping with him.

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🐞

🐞 ---- Do they believe in love at first sight? If not, what's the reason?

Lucas absolutely believes in love at first sight, which has gotten him into trouble considering that it mostly happens when he's so drunk he's seeing double. It usually passes by morning.

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🐾🙀😻 --- Animal themed headcanon prompts; Send one or more for headcanons about my muse!

🐱---- Is your muse graceful? Do they possess a skill that they're quite precise and never sloppy with? 🐶 ---- Does your muse get excited easily? Is there someone (or particular people) that make them excited? 🐎 ---- How strong is your muse? Could they fight someone with a stronger skillset than them? 🦒 ---- How does your muse feel about height? Do they like their height or are they ashamed of it? 🦝 ---- What things have your muse gotten away with? Do they get sneak away often? 🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all? 🐲 ---- Is your muse hot-headed? Do they have a short-temper? If so, what are some signs that they're getting to the boiling point. 🦘 ---- If they have kids, what type of parent is your muse? If not, what type of parent would your muse be? 🐍 ---- Has your muse ever been two faced? Do they talk badly of others behind their back? And how often are they this way? 🐬 ---- Is your muse considered smart by their peers? If so, what do other people think of their intelligence? 🐙 ---- Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic? 🦉 ---- What's the wisest thing your muse has ever said? Are they often that way? 🐞 ---- Do they believe in love at first sight? If not, what's the reason? 🦋 ---- How sociable is your muse? Do they make friends easily? If not, is there a reason why they aren't / don't? 🦂 ---- How deadly is your muse? Do they have the capabilities to kill someone? Would they if given the opportunity? 🐝 ---- Has your muse ever helped someone in a tough situation? Do they enjoy helping others? 🐌 ---- Does your muse take their time on things that are important? Are they the patient type of person?

[leather-and-leftovers]

Lucas | Chiara | Sammy

[finlaylevenson]

“There is,” he said. He chose not to comment about business on the isle — that felt like the fastest way to make the encounter uncomfortable for both of them. “It’s really quite nice… cold, most of the time, but nice.”

It wasn’t uncommon for him to be out at night, after Olivia was put to sleep. Finlay worked late hours at least twice a week, keeping the agency door open for any nocturnal customers. Some leads could only be followed in the moonlight, too; a particularly successful night sometimes left him arriving home just in time to doze off at the breakfast table across from his daughter & aunt. And when Underground jobs required it, he’d run midnight errands. But time like this, just to himself, was a rare commodity. That had been a real change stepping into fatherhood. A real night out now meant setting work aside, ensuring everything was truly taken care of at home, and having some reason to take time for himself.

“…I am,” he responded, eventually, to the hunter’s question. “My family’s been in the area a few centuries now.” It wasn’t dishonest — he’d grown up in the town, technically, and his family was certainly long-time residents. Finlay had just… chosen not to mention some things. “What part of America are you from?”

[leather-and-leftovers]

“Centuries? Damn.” He knew that the werewolf packs in this town had a long history, that one of them claimed to be Scotland’s first werewolves, but he’d taken that as the same sort of bullshit. It occurred to him that he didn’t know much of the specific details for this guy. Was Fin a born wolf, raised in that sort of situation, or was he turned? “Is that with that old pack in the woods, or is that just from being Scottish?” 

He was trying to make it sound like the genuine curiosity that it was, instead of like a hunter pressing for information. With how involved Fin was around town, he probably had a file with all of this information somewhere in the GOI database, but that felt weird and stalker-ish. 

“My parents were from Mexico, before I was born. We lived in Georgia, basically on the Florida border.” He knew that Fin, at the very least, knew he was adopted. When he’d first come into the diner, that was part of his case, that Lucas wasn’t born into a hunter family and getting taken into one without other family involved had limited his ways of getting out of that. If that had happened when his dad was still alive, he might’ve listened a little closer, but now? After his death, when it was just him and his brother left? His own feelings about sticking around in this work didn’t really come into play. He wasn’t going to leave his brother in the organization when they’d turned into such a good team. “Then I was up on the north side of the state, up in the mountains. Bottom of the Appalachians, justabout, til I moved out on my own. Never really left the south, though, not ‘til I moved here.”

He finished off his drink, making a face when he went for more and found it empty before setting the bottle aside and focusing solely on Fin. He needed a new topic, one that wasn't about his family situation. "So. How's a werewolf end up in the kind of work you do, anyways?"

[dawnlings]

         Her lips part, instinctually, as if to say something- but all that comes out is a soft breath of air. I know, my friend just got hurt this morning … weird. Deja vu, right? But she can’t imagine Teagan at the market, somewhere, being happy with Allie at all for telling anyone that she’s out there with even a shade of vulnerability. So, instead, Allie keeps quiet, shaking her head as if the answer to someone asking if anything was wrong. She does trust Lucas, but she thinks it would take longer for Teagan to come to that conclusion. At the end of the day, it’s just not her story to tell. 

         Just shake it off.  “ No, I know. I- I don’t … I just get worried about you. I mean I worry about everyone, but, like … It just doesn’t make sense, is all. You’re too nice, you don’t deserve to be stabbed. ”  She looks down, smiling at Angel.  “ I’m glad she was able to keep you safe. ”  Lucas has always seemed, to Allie, more than capable of keeping himself safe. He holds himself that way, warm, strong, and sturdy. Unflinching. It’s some soft animal of her body that makes her be this way. She just can’t help it, and she’s lucky that Lucas is so patient that he doesn’t seem to mind, not more than the awkward pause she’d let fall over the conversation like a heavy blanket.

         “ You’re right, it’s just … You’re a good person, um- ”  People like you.  “ … Have you seen any other regulars around? Or just me? ”

[leather-and-leftovers]

“A few. Some people who work at places where I’m a regular, too, which is nice. Kinda weird being on the other side of that.” He wanted to shift the topic from his injury, already kind of regretting letting the bandages be visible, even if the alternative was long sleeves in this weather.  Bandages mean questions, and he’s not that good at bullshitting to give people who were as genuine as Allie fake answers. “Do you get regulars at the Thistle? I know it’s mostly people passing through, but there’s enough of a kitchen and dining area that some people have to be coming by pretty frequently, right?” 

It backfired quickly. An over-confident movement of the arm, an attempt to show seriously, there’s nothing to worry about, and he could feel a stitch snap, blood seeping into the bandages. “Aw, shit, one minute...”

[todddumont]

It wasn’t the first time Todd had taken the early shift at the diner. Sometimes it was because Lucas was sick, sometimes hungover—and, God forbid, injured. It usually meant coming home smelling like bacon grease and coffee, with only one thing on his mind: a hot shower. That train of thought disappeared the moment he stepped into a house that was suspiciously quiet.

By now, he’d expected to find Lucas rummaging through the kitchen, probably arguing with the coffee machine over something trivial. Thinking ahead, as he usually did, Todd had brought breakfast home with him—a takeout container still warm to the touch, holding a fresh-off-the-griddle Lucas. But there wasn’t so much as a grunt from upstairs. Even Angel’s paws failed to come skidding across the floor to greet him.

His attention shifted toward the sound of Lucas’ voice, a frown settling onto his face when he heard the word office. He didn’t even bother setting the container down before heading upstairs. It took all of five seconds after stepping into the room to realize something was wrong. Lucas wasn’t distracted.

He was researching.

Something had happened.

“Who are you looking up?” Todd asked, moving closer, his eyes already sweeping over Lucas for cuts or bruises. Finding none was a relief—but only a partial one. It just meant anything worth worrying about wasn’t immediately visible.

Without waiting for much of an answer, Todd nudged the takeout container toward him.

“Eat. Just made it this morning. Can’t go hunting on an empty stomach.”

He’d already cracked the lid open, letting the smell do most of the convincing while casually stealing a strip of bacon for Angel. Crouching down, he scratched behind the dog’s ears before finally looking back up at his brother.

“So… what’ve you got?”

[leather-and-leftovers]

“There was a fae on the beach yesterday. At the dip.” He said, opening the takeout box to the scramble he’d asked for so many times that it was now listed on their menu under his name. He took a few bites, holding off on giving any more details that he knew would just worry his brother. He opted instead to focus on Angel and carry on the long-debated topic of her food habits, to split his focus. “Don’t give her too much bacon, she’s already starting to expect it every time she sees you.” 

He took a moment to eat, not wanting to jump right into describing what had happened, scrolling through the database and clicking on a few more files that went nowhere. Eventually, the silence got to him, and he spoke again.

“Wilding, I think? Spoke to Angel, I think she understood some of it. Blonde, but probably not connected to the Thistle. I don’t want to go asking around, they don’t know I’m a hunter.” He didn’t want to throw a wrench into the trust he’d built with some of the fae around town just because one who might not be connected at all had tried to kill him. “I bumped into her, said sorry, she was cool about it until she saw my tattoos. I couldn’t get most of what she said, heavy accent that I didn’t recognize, but she had a blade and seemed pretty eager to use it. Said I was a murderer, hunters are killers, all that sort of thing. Angel bit her, I swept an ankle, and we got out of there quick.” 

[wickedxhell]

He would gibe Lucas that he was right it had been fun, was it so fun that he would want to do it again? Maybe he would leave that to Lucas, they seemed like different kind of people that wouldn't have meet in their own circles. Oneiroi flicked water at the other when they laughed. "I think I just needed to experience it once."

He knew his grandfather would have been happy that he pushed himself out of his comfort zone to understand others. He now had a grater perspective why in the dreams of others, some dream of death defying stuns. He wouldn't be ablet to relate to them fully but he'd understand the high they were chasing.

[leather-and-leftovers]

He laughed as the stranger flicked water in his face, flicking some back at him. 

“What, you're not gonna climb up the cliffside and go again?” He teased, spreading his arms to float on his back, letting the waves move him. He wasn't planning on doing that, but he knew some people definitely would, too eager to chase a feeling they won't be able to get again without the surprise that come with a first jump. “Prob’ly for the best. It’s less fun the second time, your brain already knows what’s coming.”