Lucenoc Description

Once composed of a number of separate light and dark tribes, Lucenoc is now a grand, monarchical Kingdom. Spreading from the eastern coast of Daratan, to the midlands, Lucenoc has claimed its status as a major clan through the coming together of Darkness and Light. Like the Yin-Yang, the culture of Lucenoc is based on balance. Light and Dark. Day, and Night. Even male and female. Opposites balancing each other to obtain serenity. Due to this concept, Men and women share various responsibilities throughout the clan. It is even acceptable for a woman to propose to a man. The marriage of the King and Queen of each generation is arranged, however.

Before the combining of tribes to form Lucenoc, Men were often found in the dark caves of the Panaer Mountains. Due to their knowledge of this mountain range, many of Lucenocs major exports come from this area. They include animals normally found in the wild, which are often traded to TBA for (Fill in import here.) rare gems and crystals, and medicinal herbs are also common exports. Eastern towns Export fish and other seafoods, as well as crafting of various ships. Major imports for Lucenoc are various vegetation, and clothing. Their main source for both, being Siram.

The appearances of Lucenocs differ, due to their opposing natures. The men are tall, up to 6'4''. They usually have dark hair, and paler skin, due to their dark nature. Meanwhile, women, who average in height around 5'6'' have a brighter, tan complexion and often have brighter, more vibrant hair colors. Eye colors vary among all clan members. The gene that travels through Lucenocian blood, delivering powers to it's people reacts differently in male and female hosts. Males who recieve the gene are blessed with powers of Darkness, while females, are granted abilities over light. There are occassionally exceptions to this rule, however, those are rarely seen.

Name; Zaria Rae
Age; Nineteen
Occupation; Nothing...I just live here.

BG: Zaria Rae was born into Siram, and developed the powers of water when she was a mere child. Her mother taught her at a young age, and she loved it. Her father, on the other hand was born into a different clan, and could not teach her that power that he had. Her mother wouldn't allow it. She was mixed with two clans. She loved being mixed with it. When she grew a tad bit older, she was with her father lots of times during the day, since her mother was gone off either to work, or somewhere else she would never tell to her husband nor her daughter. When she was gone, she never actually became close to her mother. But her father was one of her best friends. She would open up to him, to where he knew her better than she did. Her years passed, and she developed a hatred of her mother being gone all of the time, and she went out with friends and came home drunk. After the hatred of her being gone, it was full out hatred of her mother. She forbade herself to speak to mother, not like she would listen anyway. But, whenever she was ten..the relationship with her and her father completely fell apart. During her tenth year if life, there was a very dreadful war. She had forgotten whom it was between, But it costs hundreds of lives..including her father's. She was with him one day, because of course, her mother wasn't there, and her older brother was off with his friends. While they were walking, she noticed a look on her father's face that she had never seen before. It was sketchy, shifty, and very concentrated. He was quiet the entire walk, and she watched him stare forward, and shift his eyes around the whole time. She watched his eyes widen, and he told her to hide. She was very confused, but did as her father said, and hid, but to where she can see and not be seen. She watched the entire short war go down, and her eyes teared up at she did so. She had to sit there, and watch them take her father out of her life, and she bursts into tears. When the quarrel was over, she crawled over to him, and told him to wake up. "D..Daddy..Wake up. I..I know you're going to be okay, just wake up, and big brother will help you feel better.." She shook him, trying to get him to open his eyes to her. "Daddy..daddy! Wake up please! You can't go now..you just can't...daddy.." She couldn't speak anymore her tears and her cries took over her vocal chords. She took her father's head in her arms, and she hugged him tightly.

She couldn't let him go, she never wanted to. She laid next to him, and she wrapped his arm around her, and cried in his chest. Her head was pounding like mad, but she couldn't stop crying. She calmed down a bit, and ceased her crying by only a little. Her hands reached his stoamch, her father being a very toned, nicely defined man, and traced her hand around the arrow that was lunged inside of his abdominals. She had to keep it. Engrave her fathers name, his birthday, and his deathday. And keep it for the remainder of her life, pass down from generation to generation. Or to take to the tomb with her. She weakly grabbed a hold of it, and she started to pull at it. She soon yanked it out. That night, she slept next to her deceased father. In the morning she was picked up by a couple of guys, One her big brother, and the other his friend. She reached out to her daddy, and wanted to be in his arms again, cold or warm, stiff or flexible. But, she had to accept it. He can never come back. She crawled into her older brother's arms, and buried her face into his neck, as they walked home. No one in her family had the horrible pain in her chest like she did. She had to see him die, and not hear about it. She was the closest to him, and slept next to him more than her mother did. She was daddy's little girl...It took her almost four and a half years to get over her father. She was fourteen, and still crying at times to get over her father. She had his arrow right by her side at all times. The stain of his blood on it from many years ago, and the engraving as she wanted. It took the other five years just to get closer to her mother. Especially during her teenage years. She also cried when her brither moved out, and it was just her, and her mom. She had no choice.

She tired to not be home as much as she could, but when she was home, her mother was. It was argument central where she lived, especially during high school. Zaria turned out to be a beautiful, kind-hearted young woman because of her father, and a self loathing, crazy female from her mother. She had a splendid personality, and she made everyone laugh. She lived in Siram for a very long time, until she decided it was best for her to move out. She packed the arrow, and headed off to a new place called Atrum. She lives as an independent woman. She met a young man her age named Gersham who is the leader of the clan, which they've become very close since she has moved it. She still has moments of her father, but now, she's a lot happier, and has the trust from herself and her mother that she can live off on her own.





Name~ Syn

Age~ 17

Clan~ Atrum Gens

Occupation~ Freelancer

Appearance~ Due to a Large Lack in sunlight, syn is extremely Ghost like pale. His eyes are a deep Gold color that shines oddly in the moon light. He has semi medium long black hair that sits mostly straight. A very small posture about him and thin but incredibly agile and flexible. He isn't too toned at all due to lack of good meals or true exercise but he has enough muscle to survive the wilds.

Personality~ Syn has a very secluded personality. he does not trust people easily at all and has a huge heart clouded in shadow. he is Mentally unstable and when he if forced he enters a state where his emotions hardly reach him. adrenaline will fill his body and nothing matters but survival in that moment. He has Major issues with fear and paranoia, and is fairly submissive due to the life he had lived.

Weapons/Equipment~ Syn uses no weapons, they are pointless to him. The only thing that fits him is his shadow weapons. However is incredibly fast to adapt to situations and practices often with many different figurations of weapons of the shadow. He is brilliant in real time tactics with these weapons and is not hesitant to use them at any given moment. Aside from this is a small Knife dagger he wields for cutting rope and survival purposes. He wears normal pants that fade into the black of the Dark Manear Forest. he doesn't like shirts very much at all. and upon his right arm is a crescent moon in black ink, tribal connects along his back. but there is no tattoo it is a brand upon him. the left arm has a tribal sun.

Abilities~ To be specific, Syn is a Prodigy of the shadows, He lives his life shrouded int hem so much that he has become so in tune with them that he easily bends them to his will. he understand the very nature of darkness, and the paranoia is much easier to deal with while in complete darkness. he can harden shadow by compacting darkness and turning it into the ultimate flexible weapons, and from any form of emitted light he can form shadows, no matter how small. and can manipulate his own shadow if nothing else which is a unique thing to be able to do.

Back ground~

Syn was born of a Normal heritage, well mostly normal. His father was a man of the shadow who had married his mother of light. So Syn was Born. His father passed not long after due to some odd illness or unexplainable cause. And the mother moved on to marry another of the Light clan. She never had been happy with his father always controlling him and making his feel like scum. Day after day Syn was forced to watch this woman betray him time and time again. cheating when ever she could get a chance. she warned him to never tell anyone.

It only got worse after her imperfection was gone. She then turned to Syn with her hate, forcing him into servitude. The new father hated him called him a sin to the great dragon and thus his name that had once been Vincent Akari, was now Syn. No longer allowed to carry the last name he wasn't allowed to play with the other kids. Shrouded in shadows they became his only friend and the only sanctuary he had. Day after day the father tried to force hi to use Light abilities, to " purge him of his evil." Of course it never worked, and he left her because he was " too evil for him to remain in her presence."

Syn suffered for this beaten bloodied cut, all around she tortured him cutting him with whatever she could find beating him with the broom and then forcing him to take a truly hot bath that made him writhe and cringe in agony as it burnt his cuts. There was no escape, rumors began to spread thanks to his own mother about a demon who at such a young age could use shadows to the same level as the high council. someone possessed by darkness itself. " i hear he whispers to himself when he's alone." this was one of many common rumors that had grown for Syn.

Finally One day during one of the worst beating he'd ever gotten for asking why to his mothers request. Syn broke the shadows went crazy and he giggled in a mad way as His mothers shadow placed its hand right through her and began to tear her in half before his very eyes. The giggling continued for a bit before he came to the realization. His guts spilled over the floor at the thought, his mother a bloody mess on the floor of the kitchen, it was apparent he had to leave. " I will bear my name and solitude." he wrote this on the kitchen sink in her blood and then he retreated. Moving quickly from the Main city to the great Forest of shadows. No light could reach this Forest, it was home, sanctuary, perfect..