Lucas Jennings

[Lucas Jennings]

NAME: Lucas Jacobi Jennings
NICKNAME:Luke, Jake, Leroy (why, he has no clue), Jenkins (No idea either…)
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Physics Teacher, Astronomy Club
FACE CLAIM: Tom Hiddleston.

POWER: None


APPEARANCE SECTION: Lucas is a muscular man, slender, but powerful, as if he enjoys a few hours in the gym each day, followed by a few miles on the track. His eyes are bright, inquisitive, yet knowing. He often wears a smirk, or a roll of an eye. His face is very full of expression, but belies some subtlety there as well. No one can fully gauge his thoughts. When he laughs, it's with his entire body, he shakes, and his mouth becomes remarkably wide, showing his white, if slightly crooked, teeth
He stands at about six foot one inches, dark brown hair, bright blue, intelligent eyes. On his back is a series of tattoos, angels in fatigues, with helmets instead of halos. A list of names run down his chest... denoting the fallen. Atop that sits the image of a rifle standing upright in boots, the helmet resting on it.


MUST HAVE APPAREL: He tends to wear suits, and other, various, nice clothing, rather enjoying the look of wealth, even if he's lacking it. When he's going to work out though, he tends toward worn tee shirts, and shorts, a rare sight though, as he does that in the early morning. In the winter he will wear a nice, long coat, with buttons, almost military in nature in his grooming, despite the longer hair and occassional stubble.


PERSONALITY SECTION: Lucas's mind is a maze. Or a trap, if you will, if one is not careful to get caught within it. There are still signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) from his military career, but his intellect has managed to allow him to maintain a facade of sanity. He's thoughtful and even a little nurturing, but can be strict, and ruthless, he wants to see his students excel in everything, with discipline and honor. He knows what it's like to screw up beyond rationality, and he seeks to ensure no one else makes the same, if he can help it.

He's charming and quick witted, he is surprisingly patient even, but if his temper is ever blown he shows some violent tendencies. Almost as if he is two persons instead of one. He's a daydreamer as well, often looking to the stars, and hopes to instill that sense of wonder in his students, especially the jaded ones. As he's said once before "Childhood can definately be lost, but things lost can often be found again, it's a simple matter of pointing it to the stars.

EXTRA QUIRK: Always seems to have a can of spray paint tucked somewhere on his person at all times... likewise he often has a pair of tennis shoes to slip on, even when in a suit, when no one is looking. Typically under his desk.

Lucas isn’t a complete straight laced goody two shoes, but he most likely will never enter into a relationship with a student. However, there is some speculation that he’s been with his shrink, Marissa… among other women… so fellow teachers may not be out of the question…


FATHER:James Bradford Jennings III
MOTHER:Vivian Rachel DuMont
SIBLINGS: None
PET: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Is this a trick question?
WORTHY MENTIONS: Marrisa Kynter, he psychologist and close personal friend, he's known her from his time in the service, and has gotten to work alongside her over the years. They're fairly close, and some speculate that there might be more.


CHILDHOOD: James and Vivian Jennings are British borne, but they both loved to travel. As luck would have it, their travels brought them to America, the state of New York to be precise. They hadn't planned on staying, but when little Lucas was conceived and born... they decided to stay, since their son was technically a US citizen now. They went through the process of getting their own papers.

Lucas had a good life from the start, both of his parents working as he got old enough to take care of himself... Only to come home and find the walls turned into one giant mural. It would seem that Lucas had picked up a love of art... perhaps too much so. Given time his parents would give up on trying to keep everything clean... and asked that he just keep his artwork confined to his room. His response was that the world was too dull, and he needed to help fix that.

ADOLESCENCE: The world was indeed dull, to Lucas's eyes, and as he got older, he worked on finding out the classes he needed to take to best understand, and even unlock his unique abilities with paint. It turned out that his weapon of choice to the unsuspecting canvas that was the world, was spray paint. There were many walls down town in need of a few new coats... and the murals he created with spray paint were amazing, breathtaking even... and apparently illegal.

Lucas had many run-ins with the law for his 'graffiti', his parents eventually cracking down on his antics, warning him that if he did not stop, he'd be sent to military school. He couldn't stop, paint was now in his blood. So naturally they sent him away for a time. Turned out he loved it... He found a sense of purpose most never really got to know. And when he returned home, he knew he had to enlist, though his parents actually discouraged it at first with the war in the Middle East just starting. So, he allowed that, and decided, instead, to go to school some more. Attending college and getting a degree in astronomy, he once more returned home, having plans to work at the local observatory... but then, the unthinkable happened.

ADULTHOOD: A bomb had gone off in London, reports showed it to be terrorists, the same ones they were fighting overseas. He couldn't stand idly by anymore. He enlisted, regardless of what his family said, and with his degree was given a comission in the Army, with the Military Occupation Specialty (MOS) Eleven Bravo (11B, Infantry). He served with honor and distinction, leading his platoon into several combat scenarios. With his thinking outside of the box, he had proven victorious, through the application of several, unconventional tactics. When he was promoted, twice, to Captain, he took charge of a company... four platoons.

He was like their father, for a time, he was always checking in with them when they were relaxing, and often joined them. They became his second family, he pointed to the stars for guidance often, explaining his daydreaming. They'd laugh it off, but they'd still help him when he saw something in need of a 'new look'. Yes, his grafitti still popped up from time to time. His men spray painted the base commander's vehicle... but he was caught... he told the commander that it had been his idea, which it was, and thought it looked beautiful... The commander did not enjoy the unicorn he had put on his hood at all though, and as such, they were given the worst patrol routes he could find, knowing that Captain Jennings would go with them rather than let them face punishment alone. He was right.

The final patrol he was on proved uneventful, any contact they made with the enemy was short lived, the enemy withdrawing before any shots were fired. They never chased though, knowing that'd lead to an ambush, and so they continued on their patrol, about an hour south of Baghdad, they finally found out why they withdrew so quickly. They were scouting them... and laying an ambush, regardless. The first explosion sent shrapnel into his men, a young Lieutenant moving to shove him aside, taking the brunt of it, leaving Lucas unharmed. He died instantly... Lucas scrambled to his feet, directing his men to grab the wounded as the enemy surfaced... Two men grabbing up their weapons in defense, but Lucas ordered them to withdraw, planning on holding them off himself. But his men would not allow it, and in the end, his First Sergeant, who had gone out with him, drove the butt stock of his weapon into the side of his head, dropping him to the sand.

When he awoke, his head hurt, he was in a hospital somewhere... The First Sergeant was in the bed next to him, tubes running out of his face... He had lost half of his men in the battle, and the First Sergeant had taken more than one bullet to protect his Captain, he wouldn't make it. Lucas had taken a round to his chest as well, but that had been treated quickly... however, he began babbling, he couldn't understand why he was still alive, why they did what they did. Several months later, and talking with a councilor, he was discharged, and once more, sent home, broken.

His first few weeks of being home, he talked little, ate less, and holed up in his room. His parents worried endlessly... he'd told them he'd lost his men, but didn't explain. When he finally resurfaced, the smell of paint was predominant. Worry increased as they looked into his room... but they found a canvas... And on the canvas, was a painting of his men, those still living, with the spirits of the fallen behind them. Using everything he saved while in the military, he had a monument constructed in his hometown, a statue, with the painting. To never forget, and always look toward the stars.

In their honor, he even painted the town a bit more... aaaand was promptly caught and arrested. There they actually discovered his violent side, when one inmate pushed a little too hard about his squad… he broke his nose, and shattered the collarbone of another. The third man tried to run, but wound up through a table before the police could pull him off. His sentence lengthened, though he was quickly assigned a psychologist. The same one he had met in the Army, Marissa Kynter, since she had caught wind of the pending case, and requested leave to work with him.

Over the course of their sessions he heard of the Knight’s Moor Academy, and asked, constantly about it. Its purpose, what it expected… he loved it… so when he was finally released (once more seeming sane, though Marissa suspects a bipolar personality), he set out to learn everything he could about it. A few calls later… and he finally landed a job there..

He stayed for some time, noting the corruption within the staff... corruption he could not condone. Teachers abusing the students... mentally, emotionally, physically... and worse. Jennings couldn't allow that to go on, and stayed on to help the students. In the end, the headmistress was disbarred, and the entire staff removed, only to be replaced by others. Jennings stayed until he was sure he could trust these new people. Even having a bit of a hand in their training. Satisfied... Jennings moved on.

He later wound up teaching at a University in Salem Center, New York, for exceptionally gifted youngsters, close to his family home. There the staff was divided... but meant well, and legitimately wanted to help the students,. Therefore Jennings remained to offer advice and guidance to those who needed it.  When they eventually resolved their issues, and the next generation came in... Jennings got to watch his former students turn into teachers themselves, even forging a lasting friendship with a few of the teachers.... Satisfied... Jennings planned to leave, once more.  He didn't get far, some of the new teachers had unruly students... one of which attempted to burn the grounds down.  Jennings helped evacuate many of the students, before rushing back inside for one of the newer girls, a Maxine Sosa... but what he found, gave him pause.  Water poured from her hand to extinguish the fire, then ran along the walls... She put out the flames, and turned to leave... when she noted Jennings and tried to run.

He caught her and told her it was okay, he wouldn't tell anyone, but she had to explain a few things... and she did.  Including some interesting schools... with everything well in hand, he said his goodbyes again, and moved on.

Jennings began looking for somewhere else that could use his aid... And having learned of these new schools, he had become intrigued.  He contacted Marissa, and asked if she could search for Bellefonte... he didn't explain why to her, he had made a promise.  And Marissa would see what she could find... some ordinary looking school in Montana... that'd be his next stop.


SAMPLE: A humming came from one of the cells, incessant and melodic... but buzzing to his ears.

"Dammit Lucas! Shut up!" called the guard.

"Oh... sorry, was working..." the humming stopped and the voice called. There was silence for a long moment, the guard sighing in relief.

"Thank you..." he muttered, even as the hissing started. The guard's brow furrowed at that. "Now what are you doing?" he asked.

"Working, almost done..." came the response, the guard's brows practically took up his entire face as he moved to see what he was doing... the heavy aroma of paint wafted out into the corridor... spray paint. Then there were the bright, vibrant colors. Everywhere... was that a dragon? The guard just blinked.

"Oh, hey Stamos," Lucas said, finishing his line, then set the empty can down. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"Wh-wh-where did you get spray paint in here? How?" the guard stammered.

"Oh, that, it wasn't easy, there was a lot of smuggling going on, but this cell was just so... blah... Wait, is smuggling items into here considered illegal?" Lucas asked.

"YES!" Stamos shouted.

"Oh, well... in that case... I just found them here?" he asked.

"Lying to an officer is illegal too!" Stamos added.

"Really? Is that in the manual?" Lucas asked. The guard just staring at him.

"What manual?" he asked.

"The book you guys site, with the articles...?" he asked. Stamos thought for a moment, then moved from the cell to go find one.

"Good afternoon Officer Sta- are you alright?" came a female's voice.

"Get him out of here, Doc," came Stamos's voice. In a few moments, a dark haired beauty was standing in his doorway, he grinned a little as she crossed her arms.

"Luke? What the hell?" she asked.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Well, yeah, but messing with the security?" she asked.

"I was bored..." he replied.

"Where did you get the paint?" she asked.

"I... uh... found it... in here... with me?" he asked. She just stared at him and sighed. "Did you get it?" he asked.

"Yes... look, the judge is going to be lenient, you weren't yourself when you... uh..." she grasped for a word for a moment as she handed him a file.

"Completely lost my shit?" he asked. She winced at that.

"Yeah, that..." she muttered as Lucas looked over the papers... This was more than he'd asked for, he closed the file, moving to grab her and kiss her.

"Thanks, Mar," he said, she blushed, stumbling a bit.

"Y... yeah, sure thing... so... uh... I'll be giving you a ride to the place..." she offered.

"Huh, cool..." was all he could say. He WAS getting out sooner after all..

USERNAME: Dyerdon

AGE GROUP: 32

EXPERIENCE: 16 long, long years

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I followed Kaolin here from RPG-D

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