The souls of the dead had led Luc to forbidden knowledge, knowledge that only the utterly desperate or insane would want to know. They mentored him on the Amortuus path, the path to transform him into an undead, flesh-eating ghul, with the understanding that they would give him a second chance of sorts, and in exchange, he would aid them in making their peace with their former lives. Luc made a choice. For nearly two years now, Luc has wandered the Underworld, coming to terms with his new existence and learning about the shadowy world that has always surrounded humanity, unseen.


In that time, he learned of those like himself, and of the horrifying body snatching that occurs so that the restless dead can usurp the lives of the living. Working with one of the dead soul conspirators who brought him to his current state, a sort of police detective of the dead (which Luc jokingly calls NecroSWAT), Luc helped bust an entrenched pack of ghul slavers (called ghaddar). As a token of appreciation, he was gifted with the Sower of Souls, a magickal weapon taken from the ghaddar leader.


In the realm of the living, he has acted as an unknown benefactor of the NLPD, leaving clues and exposing evidence to continue to try to help bring murderers to justice. In helping bring peace between the warden of a nearby prison and his dead son, Luc built a relationship that gave him access to a think-tank of experts on the subject of murder, death row felons. Their insight has helped solve a number of cases and perhaps given some a sense of redemption.


Through all of this, Luc has never contacted his friends and family. What would he tell them? How could he burden them with the knowledge? He watches over those who are important to him, always lurking in the shadows of their world, longing for contact. Especially with Erin. Perhaps, one day.



The Face of the Beast


Luc is unmistakably a monster. Over 7 and a half feet tall, stooping like a question mark, with a shock of white hair exploding from his head. His arms, like the rest of him, are gaunt but filled with whipcord, wiry strength, reaching nearly to the ground. His skin has not deteriorated but has taken on the grey-green cast of something long dead. His mouth has widened to Steven Tyler proportions and is filled with teeth that are Neanderthal in design. He often wears a floor-length, fitted jacket made out of a smoky material not of this world (but filth and goo just slide right off it).


Note: Luc has a tendency to speak with the souls of the restless dead, which is italicized for minimal confusion. Additionally, the quirkiness of thought demonstrated by minds condemned to genius is often present I his story. If either are maddening, my apologies.