HIGHBORN, LUKAS TYRELL

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]The firstborn son to House Tyrell was molded by his parents and the tradition of his House since birth— however, he wasn't a pawn to be used by others. He was a rebellious youth, who let his curiosity get the best of him. Though he wasn't disrespectful and often followed his father's wishes, there were times where he'd run of and find something better to do. Lukas was a kind person since he was a child, his empathy for others despite his high position was a sign of a great leader to come. His parents had been very happy with him, especially because he was the first male to be born in quite some time. Lukas was someone who always asked "Why", constantly poking at things he shouldn't poke at and learning from his countless mistakes. [break][break]

He was as graceful as a Highborn from House Tyrell could get, to the public eye anyway. With his close friends and family, especially his numerous lovers— he was himself, someone with a great sense of humor and the ability to not take himself so seriously as well as the others around him. Though he tried to go with the flow, and be as carefree as possible there were responsibilities he understood as the heir to House Tyrell. He quietly made note of those who had unique reactions to his presence, those that stopped talking when he walked by, cautiously making sure to never forget a face. Lukas wasn't paranoid, he was just doing what any smart Lord should do, take notes of those around you. Once you visibly gave up your back, he was sure there would be someone to press the knife in. He was loyal to his family and those that supported him and did good things for his House, never selling out anyone just for something in return. [break][break]

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]Lukas Tyrell, firstborn son to Lord Tyrell was born on a night where the full moon shined as bright as ever. When he was pulled out of the womb, a smirk was present on his face, something that would remain a trademark of his for years to come. Much was expected of him since the second he was born. A firstborn son had come quite easily to his father, unlike his grandpa whose bad luck kept him heirless till a latter part of his life. Lukas was showered with love, but also attempted to be molded into the perfect heir. However, perfection wasn't real— it was only something one could strive for, an idea that Lukas accepted very early on.[break][break]

Growing up as a child, he was kind, but made mistakes. The constant need to be perfect turned him into a bit of a rebellious individual. Though he loved to learn, and enjoyed watching his father's favorite knights sword-fight and practice hand to hand combat. Lukas always found himself in a bit of trouble, running amok through the city only to be found by one of his father's guards and brought back for a scolding. He was a very curious individual, and like they say, a cat has got nine lives.[break][break]

House Tyrell producing great warriors wasn't just a front to scare of would be invaders, it was the honest truth. They started out young, and the heir to Lord Tyrell was not an exception. Fortunately the youth enjoyed all types of combat, and the passion and dedication he had for these things naturally kept him out of trouble. As he got slightly older, and his training increased his rebellious breakouts stopped because of the fact that he was releasing his frustrations out on the field. Lukas didn't just want to be a great leader, he wanted to be one of the most skilled individuals in the realm. His passion and prowess was evident since a young age, and his father was extremely pleased with his development.[break][break]

At fifteen years of age, his father began to try and mend the political climate like his father before him tried. He brought in a couple of friendly Dornish individuals to populate certain aspects of the city, though they were under close watch they remained loyal to House Tyrell. One of the days where nothing had been going on, Lukas snuck out of his chambers and visited the outskirts of the city. That's where he laid eyes on one of the Dornish men practicing the way of the spear, their famed fighting style. Without hesitation he approached him and asked him to teach him. The man reluctantly agreed, and from then on Lukas managed to sneak sessions in whenever he could. Being a fast learner helped him in his development of the style, and added a different aspect to his already strong repertoire. [break][break]

Coming home from one of his secret sessions, he was intercepted by youngsters who felt House Tyrell wasn't doing as much as they should. However, they greatly underestimated Lukas's abilities. His odd movement, and use of dirty tactics made quick work of them and he made his way back to his chambers. Fortunately, his parents never found out about that incident. This story was only significant because it made Lukas realize that despite being the graceful successor to House Tyrell, there's no grace in a fight to the death. A celebratory sword fight for fun, or a tournament to please the King were all fine and dandy but in a fight to the death the fixation on relying on "pretty movements" would only lead to one's death. Something that Lukas understood at a young age, and thus he spent partial time finding the vital spots on a humans body and becoming adept at incapacitating someone as quickly as possible. [break][break]

At twenty two years of age, Lukas led an expedition outside of his city with a handful of men to investigate a sudden disturbance somewhere in the forests outside of the reach. Upon reaching the location, the young heir had found the culprit to be a grown shadowcat who had killed countless individuals in a little town. Once they tracked down the cat, they realized it was protecting its young, however the cat immediately attacked them. It managed to take down three of the several men he was with, before Lukas struck the final blow. He admired the way it moved, almost like liquid smoke amongst the ground, something he wanted to learn. Upon further inspection, only one shadowcat cub had survived to this moment. Lukas took the cub for himself and promised to treat it well. They made haste to Highgarden and Lukas managed to nurse the cub to health while becoming his companion. He named it "Light" because of the bright eyes it possessed in contrast to its pitch black coat.

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[attr="class,"bioentry"]Light - shadowcat cub large, jet-furred felines that are oft decorated with gray stripes and prowl the forests of the riverlands. their shagged fur disguises powerful muscles that seem secondary to their large fangs and razor-sharp claws. their stages of growth mirror direwolves.[break][break]

Unless specified otherwise, Lukas always keeps on his person a large steel tipped spear, daggers located somewhere on his person, and an arming sword the length of 100cm on his hip.

[attr="class","bioline"]Twenty-three

[attr="class","bioline"]Male

[attr="class","bioline"]Heterosexual

[attr="class","bioline"]Six feet, one inch.

[attr="class","bioline"]One hundred ninety pounds (lean)

[attr="class","bioline"]Highborn

[attr="class","bioline"]kasen kanesada - touken ranbu

[attr="class","bioline"]spade

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