<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Lucien Norva<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Dhampir<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Ex-Blood Alchemist and Aspiring Real Alchemist<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Polysexual (preference for ciswomen, transwomen, futas, and effeminate-leaning men)<br/><strong>Ons :</strong>Affection, Sweet romance, Monsterpeople, Body worship, Bondage, Dom/Switch, Topping, Creampies, Cum marking, Breeding, Rough sex, Biting/Vampiric feeding, Aftercare<br/><strong>Offs :</strong>Bottoming, Bathroom play, Heavy humiliation (light/playful is fine)<br/><br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong><br/><br/>(http://)Unstable Potion - Tosses or slingshots an experimental cure-all potion at the enemy, combusting or acidicly burning on impact. Has a small chance of causing a harmless effect instead.<br/><br/>Did You Say "Bite Me?" - A rarely used attack wherein Lucien reveals his fangs and sinks them into an enemy's vulnerable point. Heals himself a bit if drinking from a creature with blood. Creatures without blood take less damage and taste disgusting.<br/><br/><strong>Height :</strong>6'5<br/><strong>Build :</strong>Somewhat muscled<br/><strong>Description :</strong>Lucien is a tall man with a naturally stern expression--a resting bitch face if you will. He walks with excellent poise, a fact that makes him seem even taller than he is, but he steps quietly. An insightful enough person would be able to recognize that he takes up a room, but not by choice. He speaks with a calm, rasped voice, though that rasp becomes eerie and monstrous when he is truly angry. Fortunately he does not anger easily.<br/><br/><strong>Personality :</strong>Lucien holds a natural air of somberness and gloom, and this is only increased by his own self-deprecation and questionable talent for making simple healing potions explode. Still, he never fails to try to be better, both at beneficial potion making and adopting morals. His natural proclivities lie within blood alchemy, predatory feeding, and all kinds of depraved sexual acts, but these are things he tries to hide--some more than others depending on the situation. His "true nature" is one he seeks to distance himself from; that and the values he was raised with. Due to his upbringing, he often catches himself saying casually pessimistic (or honestly kind of evil) things, or failing terribly (and comedically) to show more cheer and please others. He does try, however, to support friendly people when and where he can, and a machiavellian part of him does so in hopes of learning the secret to their friendliness--he even takes physical notes of the nice acts people perform. There has to be a trick to it; they can't just naturally be nice people, can they?<br/><br/><strong>Story :</strong>Lucien was raised a noble, the child of a vampire countess and corrupt human lord. Theirs was a powerful reign, inciting fear in their city-state of Norvania. Lucien grew up believing in their dogma, that the strongest predator was most fit to rule and that with dark experimentation, the ends always justified the means. Lucien was not much for fighting, but he took strongly to blood alchemy, and as a young man he took to depravity like a fish to water. Those who joined him in his bed were pleased by his voracious appetite, though the bloodloss that came with his bite often left one extra weary. He broke many a heart in his days, leeched off many a body, but nothing was so bad as the foul potions and poisons he created for the use of his family's agents.<br/><br/>But one day this all changed. He was attacked by some of the eerie creatures that roamed Norvania, and where there were no guards or soldiers protect him, a poor, traveling herbalist stepped in. She nearly died in the scrape, but in the end she patched him up, healing the both of them with salves and potions of a strangely pure and recovering nature. It was nothing like the blood alchemy he'd practiced in his years. It benefitted without a horribly harming cost. It strengthened rather than weakening. It didn't even require the blood of the freshly corrupted. It was a miracle to him, but quite normal and natural according to the herbalist. Intrigued beyond belief, he paid her all of his pocket change to become her apprentice soon after, though his proclivity for deadly creations often find its way into all of his attempts at a cure-all. At the very least he learned of right and wrong in his travels with her, and that he had a lot of changing (and self-guilting) to do.<br/><br/>They have most recently traveled to Amberdale and despite his master's moving on soon after, he has decided to stay as the healing arts of the Temple of Casta and the natural alchemical talent of Mabel Zaptwazzel have become his latest muses. He is unfortunately too coin light to buy his way into lessons, or a nice place to stay, but this bane is minuscule compared to the art of fine healing!