Lukas Graham (d12) (underco)

Mute and whimsical, Lukas spends his days to wander about in search of plants which could look after wounds. He has " a heart in the hand ", and if he does not seem kind, he is however loyal. His few friends know him. Lukas is also fascinated, profoundly altruist, but has a sacred problem with the authority. He can't keep still, her life in the district does not suit to him. He laughs at his wealth. He wants to become a doctor, as his father. He is ambitious. But he is cowardly, also. He wants to take least possible risks, and is too much afraid of the death. That's why he helps the wounded persons. He hopes that so, she will save him.

Sometimes, people treat it of moron or of mentally retarded person. The son of the doctor, just well to sew on again some sons. He is not good at the school, because he considers that it does not suit him. He answers the professors, laughs at Peacemakers. What we teach to them is only nonsense, anyway. But that, naturally, Lukas does not say it. He prefers to keep silent, as usual.

My hair and my skin smell the smoke. Every time I approach the mine, I have the impression to inhale puffs of smoke and coal. When I would go back home this evening, my mother will grumble because I would go to drag my gaiters flatware of soot in the house. But it imports me little - I'm used remonstrance. To save some lives is more important than some soiled tiles of kitchen.
She is more the kind to to take care of rich, by letting young people and old men die. For her, we don't have to mix. But I persist all the same. And that is worth it. This morning, I looked after a boy about my age, although I doubt that he has chances of survival. A collapse in the mine removed him the use of its legs. I don't think that he can again walk, on the other hand, he'll live. Maybe.
We live near the Grand Place, in contrast exact of the coal mine. The landscape changes the whole for the whole, it becomes more clear, more pleasant. I still have the bloodstained shirt, and my dirty hands, as if I had extracted from some coal myself. My mother waits me on the hall of the house, his hands on hips. For her, I am a useless person. While I could make useful things, as for example clean the stone floor of the kitchen, I go away to  dawdle with the vermin.
" - Lukas, I need that you help me to sort out papers, she saids. Your father still continues to accumulate everything. I already have you tell not to go there, many a time. "
" - I know, mom. Sorry, I arrive. "