Lukrezia

Character Name: Tisias-Deacon Lukrezia Augustus Verdana

Nickname(s): Lukrezia (Loo-cret-cha)

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 38

Birthplace: Slovakia



Height: 6"1

Weight: 89kg

Eye Color: Corpse-like, dark

Hair Color: Ashen

Hair Style: Hoary, unkempt

Facial Hair: Scruffy, medium-length beard

Skin Color: Alabaster

Build: Fragile-looking, but fit

Distinguishing Features: Ritualistic scars,
'magic' runes and superstitious bone-charms gouged into flesh




Profession: Poet, scientist, inventor

Skills: Energy weapons, science, speech

Training: None, besides the academics

Other Abilities: Renowned rapper

Apparel: Lukrezia's armour, the SVA Mk. II, offers both function, little-to-no encumbrance and above all, the greatest style a mad man could ever want. Its lack of protection is invalidated by its wide range of utilities such as: motion-tracking, internal heating and cooling, sonic wave emission (for situations impeding sight or sense of depth), light sources (such as tritium and conventional flashlights, naked flames, and flares) and other basic survival utensils. The suit can be charged via fission batteries, or can be put into hibernation to harbour energy. The suit is made of a silvery metal and electronics, and coloured with multiple different hues.

Weaponry: Lukrezia's weapon, Mary Sue, is a jury-rigged atomizer that is dependent upon the Sun's energy. The weapon's anatomy features titanium housed glass focusing lenses, carbon-based materials, industrial acquiescent metal and stellar sheets. Using the photovoltaic effect, the weapon's stellar sheets generate pseudo-photonic power by converting solar radiation into DC electricity. This enables the weapon to propel waves of pulverizing energy using a semiconductor and focusing lenses. These waves are capable of decimating targets, with a chance of shattering them into beautiful burning bits of ash. The sheer power of the weapon is terrifying, but at a cost requires very specialised maintenance very regularly.

Other Equipment: Generic water and food rations, spare batteries, semiconductors, etc.



Affiliation: None

Religious Belief: Self-idolisation

Sexual Preference: Don't ask

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Lukrezia is the very embodiment, and his weapon the very personification, of malevolence. His pompous image and self-worship, along with his insane ramblings, inspire a great hate from the people around him. Despite his somewhat feeble appearance, his mind has become strong after years of mental torture, which renders him a force not to be reckoned with. He is extremely smart, extremely sly, and extremely deadly.

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"This is how you die / A spectacle of violence / Gorgeous and vile" - Lukrezia's dreaded Haiku of The Passing

Aleksander Alaric was born aboard the Slovenian trawler Pitre Vienna on January 14th, in the many years after the devastating nuclear fallout. His parents, both run-away lovers, recovered the ship and set forth for the shores of America, seeking an autonomous and patriotic life. With little physical activities to partake in, Aleks took a liking to academics and reading; books he had found in the cargo bay of the vessel had taught him a great deal of things - this pleased his parents, as they had hoped he would live a life away from all the violence and killing. Their wish, however, did not come true, as their dreams came toppling down just like their ship as it sunk into the depths of the ocean. In the night, it had struck a mutated coral reef and sparked an oil explosion. The devastation completely destroyed both the ship and Aleks' parents - he was lucky to be swept away in the tides to safety.

Four Months Earlier

The hulking creature keeled over as a .308 round pierced its abdomen from afar. It grimaced, wincing at the pain, as pools of blood washed over its shaking hand. It wheezed once, and with a cough of purulent bile, collapsed.

"Leona! Leona, no!" screamed a voice from its flanks.

A second creature, one bearing the ominous numbers 83 upon its tattered garb, clutched onto Leona's lifeless arm and dragged her swiftly into cover. Driving its thick, calloused hand into the pouch on its waist, it brandished a super-stimpak and shoved it harshly into Leona's arm - to no avail. He knew it would not work as the wound was too severe - it was already cauterizing from the incendiary ammunition. With disdain and woe, the creature - his name, Tisias - placed his hands over Leona's eyes and closed them, bidding her farewell, and sprant off into the distance. It would be too long before he knew love again. As was life, as a Capital Wasteland super mutant.

Present

Aleks gasped as water spewed from his mouth. His arm was being tugged strongly, and he felt a soft sensation on his legs and toes - he was being dragged. Sea salt, the whistling of wind, and his strange captor were his only companions in his sudden loneliness - the rest of his body felt empty. He knew his parents were no longer with him. He was too tired to cry, so he slept.

Aleks woke under the watchful gaze of a strange man - Tisias. His voice was husky and intimidating, yet still retained intelligence.

"My name is Tisias" he told Aleks. "I found you washed upon the beach but a few days before now, and brought you to my most humble abode. You were in a bad shape."

As far as Aleks was concerned, this man was just like him. Despite his dark green skin and swollen muscles, Aleks immediately liked him and found him to be very relatable; they had both suffered grievous loss in their life times, and shared a likeness for literature. Aleks wasn't entirely sure of the super mutant, but alas, he had no one else. The same went for Tisias himself - it was either Aleks, or, a lonesome road spanning eternity.

Fourteen Years Later

"From Tisias, I was taught many things: to be a poet, a playwright, a scientist, or an artist - I studied the works of Shakespeare and Francis Beaumont, taught the innovations of Thomas Jefferson and Nikola Tesla, and learned stroke-by-stroke the masterpieces painted by Pablo Picasso and Leonardo da Vinci. Tisias told me I was the messiah, so to speak - a hope for humanity in a time of peril and darkness. My knowledge and understanding was a gift, I was told, and it had become my dream to share it with the world. In celebration of the actions I was to undertake, I adopted a new name: Tisias-Deacon Lukrezia Augustus Verdana, or Lukrezia for short. I took the names from many ancient philosophers I admired. I guess it wasn't worth it, anyway. Our plans didn't work out at all."

Point Lookout was the prime location for a new base of operations. Having been driven out by raiders and psychos in the Capital Wasteland, Tisias and Lukrezia sought after a new place to spread their peaceful beliefs. They took refuge in a large, decrepit manor when their makeshift boat struck the shores of Maryland. The day was to be eventful, as both the incestuous crazies and tribesmen of the land took their arrival as an invasion. The swamp's ominous fog retreated as hoards of angered creatures stormed the mansion and hunted for Tisias and Lukrezia. Tisias, being cornered by foes and peppered with blows from bats and pipes, was rescued all-too-late as Lukrezia's shotgun blasted them to the ground. His face was bleeding, and a gape in his chest was bleeding as well, so profusely that he had little time left to live. Lukrezia, overcome with grief, said his goodbyes to his old friend and retreated - only to be cornered himself. As he took a step into the master bathroom of the mansion, evading several tribesmen, he collapsed as the floor beneath him crumbled and he landed in the basement. As watchful eyes peered below, tribesmen pushed a heavy crate over the hole and sealed Lukrezia inside. With no hope to escape, Lukrezia soon passed out from exhaustion.

It was twelve years. Twelve, long years, which Lukrezia took to emerge into the light. After awaking from his slumber, he stumbled across a misshapen torch sconce. As he touched it, the walls reacted and retracted - inside, was a pre-war science centre. It was here, that he found the means to create his Mary Sue, his armour, and the mighty drill that helped him escape, but it took time. And effort. And sanity. He was no longer the man he once was as he emerged from the hole in the ground. His years of isolation made him a monster.