Lu’are Stat page
Real Name: Lu'Are Current Alias: Lu'Are Relatives: Aeryn Star (Moon Owl), Chase Sinclair (Dreadnaut), Belial, Duke Archfold, Vera Ekland (The Dutchess), Siemore Nevaras (Nevermore), Di'al Rore (Brother) Affiliation: N/A Base of Operations: Milky Way Galaxy, Vigas Araeleum Identity: Secret Identity Alignment: Neutral Citizenship: Vigalian Marital Status: N/A Occupation: N/A Education: N/A Age: N/A Gender: Unknown Height: Varies Weight: varies Eyes: Varies Hair: Varies Origin: Fate Unusual Features: Any that Lu'are wishes to have. His main body is missing his left arm. It was part of his punishment on his home planet. Place of Birth: Vigalian Prime Created By: Jason N. Hauser Powers: Any he so wishes.
Abilities: Any he so wishes.
Weaknesses:
Small Background:
If you ban a man from his home galaxy for a crime he does not commit, while he's still young, what does he do? He learns to survive. Lu'are, a name he was given for his crime, was cast out into the vast unknown with nothing but a pack and the very clothes on his back. To survive he had to live up to the very things he wasn't from the start. A criminal. He's stolen star-ships, cruisers, and even cargo ships all to survive. He learned many things about himself on his journey through the stars, one of them being his affinity for the magic that seemed to flow throughout the vast unknown. {a magic that let him be fate} The other was that, he liked to mess with other peoples lives. Be it a coping mechanism for his situation, or simply him going mad, He was becoming the man who would be a fate for the milky way galaxy. While on one of his many escapades, he learned that his brother, the very man who cast him out, was captured in what other aliens were labeling the “414”, planet Earth. He had to see what had become of his brother, and possibly make it worse for him.
Lu'are's Plan I will mold the universe as though I were kneading dough for the perfect loaf of bread. I will throw it in the oven to bake just long enough so that it has a crunchy surface, but that delectable soft center as to be malleable later. All who think themselves my allies, are just fillers for the sandwich. Belial provides the spice, Nevermore, provides the meat, and Duke and The Dutchess can provide the spread.
All of this of course, can change depending on my palate. One's mood never stays the same. Unless of course, I've taken that from you as well. There is always something of value to be had. Otherwise I wouldn't do as I do. However, there will always be those which seek nothing. They require a little more time to cook. Everyone has their pressure point. Hmm hmm!