Born in the Netherlands and grew up in Belgium; Lucas had a pretty ordinary life. He wanted to travel from a young age, alas tight funds in his family did not permit such expenses. Ironically, his wish came true after the Combine invaded; forcing him to relocate from city to city at least once a year.
Due to his general technical skills, he was conscripted for work in Sector 7’s production depot for a while before being shipped off to City 8. There, he worked as one of the local Civil Workers, doing his job and getting by, until fate ships him off to another corner of the planet once again. Or so he thought.
Character Relations & Thoughts
Lucas may have lied. For accurate, sincere opinions, seek them out from his accomplices.
RESPECT | LIKE | NEUTRAL/UNSURE | DISLIKE | FEAR | HATE
Lucas may have lied. For accurate, sincere opinions, seek them out from his accomplices.
RESPECT | LIKE | NEUTRAL/UNSURE | DISLIKE | FEAR | HATE
Ajdina Rudovic (@Melonarche)
“Ajdina… I don’t know what trouble you’ve gotten into, but I wish you the best.”
Archie O’Connor (@Vinyl)
“You gave me a job. You know what you’re doing. Not much else to say, I don’t think…”
Christopher Drew (@Valkyr)
“Probably the unluckiest bloke I know. Your training will come in due time, I’m sure.”
Jason Garret (@Jason_)
“You’re probably the biggest asset of the workers’ right now. I’m not sure what happened recently to cause you to get sentenced to the doctor’s for a few days… but I don’t think I’d like to know. Please, stay outta trouble.“
“You’re probably the biggest asset of the workers’ right now. I’m not sure what happened recently to cause you to get sentenced to the doctor’s for a few days… but I don’t think I’d like to know. Please, stay outta trouble.“
Jorg Hammerschmidt (@The Gaming Plumber)
“You probably saved my life. You’re a good man. I hope your store goes well.”
Rupen Astvadzadourian (@The Gaming Plumber)
“Rupen… you might have the most technical skills out of everyone in the organization. I felt like an amateur when I saw your work. Keep it up.”
“Rupen… you might have the most technical skills out of everyone in the organization. I felt like an amateur when I saw your work. Keep it up.”
Vladamir Sokolov (@Auster)
“Fuck you. I dunno if they caught you or not. I hope they did.”
Walter Itinen (@Walter)
“Man probably has half the city’s reserves in him. Jolly ‘ol fellow. Stay that way.”
“Man probably has half the city’s reserves in him. Jolly ‘ol fellow. Stay that way.”
Gebremedhin Amakelech (@Lord Beckett)
"I don't know what power they give you... I just hope you don't notice me amongst the flock."
Faction Relations & Thoughts
Lucas may have lied. For accurate, sincere opinions, seek them out from his accomplices.
RESPECT | LIKE | NEUTRAL/UNSURE | DISLIKE | FEAR | HATE
Lucas may have lied. For accurate, sincere opinions, seek them out from his accomplices.
RESPECT | LIKE | NEUTRAL/UNSURE | DISLIKE | FEAR | HATE
Interim Global Authority
“Bureaucrats thinking they can control the world…”
Civil Protection
“...”
“...”
Civil Workers’ Union
“Some of ‘em are good at the job, others are absolute buffoons. I guess that goes for any job…”
Civil Medical Union
“How can you dislike doctors?”
Vortigaunts
“So you’re back in the district… here’s hoping that’s for the better. Poor creatures…”
Citizens
“I technically still count as one of them, even though I have a job. Mixed bag. Not much to say.”
Resistance
“I feel like your battle is pointless… but I can respect that you’re at least trying. Just make sure it doesn’t backfire on us…”
Post-Mortem
January 7th, 2024 :: 10PM GMT
Lucas perished unexpectedly whilst preparing to set up a work cycle that he was planning the day prior, after the entire warehouse blew up, causing him to be buried under several tons of rubble. With his body mangled and bones broken, he lay there, adrenaline numbing the pain for a brief moment. He closed his eyes, squeezing a tear out that traveled down his cheek, reuniting with his family mere seconds later.
Fin.
January 7th, 2024 :: 10PM GMT
Lucas perished unexpectedly whilst preparing to set up a work cycle that he was planning the day prior, after the entire warehouse blew up, causing him to be buried under several tons of rubble. With his body mangled and bones broken, he lay there, adrenaline numbing the pain for a brief moment. He closed his eyes, squeezing a tear out that traveled down his cheek, reuniting with his family mere seconds later.
Fin.
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