Lucas // Wanderer // Fin

His shimmering blue eyes shine bright with sadness. The guilt echoes on his face. Dark shadows shading his face. In company, his expression would stay blank, hiding his pain. Alone, it would shine on his face like a million torches. His face smeared with dirt and blood. Stubble masking the bottom half of his face. His hair, completely un-kept, was a swirling chocolate brown. The top half a his body is fiercely scarred, but well-built. Most of the disfigurement caused by knife attacks, but one caused more damage than the others combined. A gun-shot wound caused serious pain, and resulted in permanent damage to the nerves in his right arm. Though it was still mobile, it never felt the same. Healers determined he lost around 10% of strength from the arm due the injury.

His legs were as muscular as his arms were, resulting in a fair running speed. He can be found wearing is old Peacekeeper boots, worn out due to age and the terrain Lukas regularly travels. The rest of his clothes, natural colors, as to blend to the environment, are rarely washed. Mud is smeared across all he owns; his boots, staining his knees, across his chest. Black finger-less gloves cover his dirty hands. In his shirt pocket, he keeps a cutting of a drawing his daughter drew for him, and his wifes locket.

It is hard to imagine such a kind, honest man to be plagued with such pain. With eyes as innocent as his, he didn't seem too different from a scared young child. The hope he once felt, faded into darkness. Though he was a Peacekeeper, he never set out to be cruel. Maybe scare people, so that they wouldn't commit crime, only to be caught by another, ruthless Keeper. His actions were more often than not in the interest of the greater good.

Lukas always had a great love for his family. He found it difficult to contain his emotions when his wife told him of their child. He would sit up at night when his beautiful daughter, Kasper, wouldn't sleep. He'd tell her stories and sing to her. She grew to love her father, as all children do, but she also began to grow fearful. Fearful that he would get seriously hurt during his job, as he often did. He, however, showed no fear, as scared as he was, he told her that he would be safe. His family were all that mattered.

However, Lukas had a terribly fiery temper, and it caused a lot of trouble, often resulting in fights with fellow Peacekeepers. One fight even caused him to get shot. He also gets stressed easily and panics under extreme pressure. Serious harm caused by him to any innocent creature would damage him mentally.

Lukas was born in District 3, but didn't have the mind to make it in a career there. As soon as he was old enough, he became a Peacekeeper, despite his morals telling him not to. His mother was 'proud-as-punch' when she heard the news, but was never to see him again. Soon after his transfer to 9, she passed away. After being in the district for 4 years, at the age of 29, he was introduced to his future-wife, Isla Cornway. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It was love at first sight, and they were married within the year. 2 years later, Isla gave birth to beautiful Kasper North. Kasper grew into the kind young woman. Their family was complete.

But as she turned 15, the unthinkable happened.

It was a cold December evening, the crimson sunset glowing from the icy roads. Lukas was on patrol in the more trouble-some areas of town. He expected to be home within the hour, kissing his daughter goodnight. However, he didn't know what was around the next corner. Two regular pickpockets had made off with a fortune worth of goods. But tonight, they were not alone. Another was with them. The chase wasn't a long one; just long enough to discover who the 3rd was. Isla stood, cornered in the alley, staring hopelessly at her husband.

Lukas threatened them, said they would be beaten for theft, or worse. Isla pleaded with him, she told him that these were her friends, and they couldn't supply for their families. All was well until one of the men stepped in, dropping the bomb-shell of an affair on Lukas. Caught off guard, the anger erupting inside him, he took his gun, aimed and fired.

He wasn't thinking. It was an accident. How was he to know his wife would try and take the shot?

His wife lay dead in his arms, blood soaking his shirt as he embraced her. He knew he couldn't stay. He knew all too well what the price for murder was, Peacekeeper or not. What would Kasper do? He never stayed to find out. He grabbed a bag of supplies and ran, never to see his family again. What was left of it anyway...