History
Lucian was born to Agemf and Isamu in the troublesome years of the Sanguis Divus Akin when the KM (Koritsu Makoto) where dead-set on destroying them. While Agemf was pregnant with Lucian, an assassin known only as Dreamy attacked Agemf, nearly killing her. Lucian was presumed dead, a miscarraige because of the attack. Isamu was devastated. And his mother? Well… no one REALLY knew that much about Agemf, the woman who was claiming to be Amon’s sister.
Agemf was sent to Earth by Memnoch, a mere creation of his which he used in his plans to wedge his way into the life of Amon Malefice. Assuming the name Agemf Malefice, she came to Amon when it was needed most, when she was looking for a place to belong. And once that was done, she continued to assume the role of a big sister. The relationship that soon formed between Isamu and Agemf seemed normal enough, and Amon was happy for her “sister”, especially when news came that she was pregnant.
Was there really a child growing inside Agemf? No one can really be certain. When Dreamy attacked, she had only begun to show, and then like that, it was gone. Later it was claimed by Agemf that a mysterious visitor had come to her not moments before Dreamy attacked, touching her on the stomach an whispering something in her ear. “Lucian is still alive… I can feel it!” she claimed.
It wasn’t soon after that Amon, having run away and assumed the alias Kaliko, had a mysterious encounter with a tall, bleach blonde haired and green eyed man claiming to be none other than Agemf and Isamu’s lost son Lucian. He had been in Sheoul, with Memnoch, he claimed. The figure that had visited Agemf had saved him from death with only minutes to spare. Immediately Lucian set out to destroy Dreamy, and Amon returned to her ever growing family to tell the news of Lucians return.
Lucian wasn’t seen again until the battle had insued, Dreamy destroyed, and Lucian had the scars to proove it. Amon was the first to see him. He returned with Dreamy’s head in hand, his face and upper torso horribly scarred by the battle. He was devastated at the damage inflicted upon him by the mere assassin, but he was so young. What could one expect? As a small gesture to comfort her “nephew”, Amon offered him a porcelain mask which she had obtained at one place or another. Lucian wore it for years, long after his father disappeared, and even longer after his mother was killed. Soon Lucian was rarely seen… a recluse whom no one really knew anything about, his story all but forgotten. What he really did in all these years is known only to him. When he was seen and approached he rarely said anything, and if he did choose to speak it was in a sarcastic and downgrading tone. Lucian remained a fly on the wall for many years, always around but rarely taken notice of, until he came across a newly born vampire whom peaked his interest.
This vampire was Dizzy Kull, Agonee Malefice’s friend, secret lover, and now childer. It seemed she was abandoned, Malkavain of descent, with no direction at all of how to live as the vampire she now was. Now, this struck a sour chord in Lucian. For no particular reason he already disliked Agonee, and upon seeing this poor woman wandering around without a clue as to how to fend for herself a hatred started growing in him for Agonee. So in his own condescending way he began to guide Dizzy, and it wasn’t long after that he started to have feelings for the girl. It was because of her that he finally felt he could show his face, scars and all. She claimed she found them alluring. Now, this got him in a whole mess of trouble, and in a night of passion he was unwillingly turned into a vampire himself.
It was soon discovered that Lucian was highly susceptible to the traditional rantings and ravings of the Malkavain bloodline. Quickly he found himself feeding every chance he got, hearing voices, and doing things he never would dreamed of doing. Those scars upon his face were the only thing left of the old Lucian, and soon those even disappeared, healing due to the vampyric blood. In that time he did terrible things, raping, murdering…. Men, women and even children… especially children. It wasn’t until he caught the attention of an elder vampire by the name of Allessio that he was put in check. He learned to control his actions, somewhat… even more-so when he learned that Dizzy was pregnant with his children, twins. How was she pregnant? He couldn’t understand it… something about his moment of death or something. Either which way, this momentary sanity didn’t last, and soon Dizzy left. One would expect Lucian to care, but he didn’t. Instead he went back to pillaging and raping. It was in a moment of insane desperation that something finally got through to him.
Lucian was on the search for young blood….. Infant blood, his favorite. His senses never failed him, and his this night his senses were leading him to newborn blood. In the middle of a dark, cold city he found what he was looking for. A dirty trash canister, in a rank alley, that was where the scent lead him. Inside he found an abandoned baby boy, only hours old. His entire body was telling him to feed, put the thing out of it’s misery and taste that succulent innocence once more! But Lucian couldn’t
do it. With confusion in his mind he slipped the babe into his coat and returned to Allessio, his mentor, explaining to him what had happened. Lucian couldn’t bear it anymore. His conscience, which he assumed to be dead, was ripping him apart now. And the sight of that child in a dumpster… How could one just abandon their child like that?!? It brought back thoughts of Dizzy…. Of his own children. Where they born yet? Where they boys or girls? He didn’t even know.
Another voice began to scream through his mind, drowning out the insanity of the Malkavain blood…. Guilt. After explaining it all to Allessio he left, leaving the child whom he named Puck with his friend. It was then that he went to Dizzy, telling her he was going to find a cure, some way out of this vampyric insanity. Of course she didn’t believe him, but Lucian knew that if he didn’t find a way then he would die, either by his own recklessness, or by his own hand.
Lucian found a cure… and the insanity was purged from him. How did he find a cure? Lucian couldn’t quite remember. He remembered the mountains, the snow… the voice. And then he was in a coffin of ice, free of the voices, of the vampyric blood, crying out for help as the cold began to claim his life. What had happened to it all?
Dizzy came to his aid, nursed him back to health, and now he’s only trying to help those he did wrong. He’s adopted Puck, the little baby that he found in the dumpster. His daughters, he found out, were grown now and on their own. Lucian knew that he would not try to wedge his way into his daughters life, only that he would be there in the event that they needed him.