- Name: Lukas Volkov
Nickname: none that can be used in polite company
Gender: Male
Age and Birth Date: 38, October 14
Occupation: ex-Army Ranger Staff Sergeant, currently a hunting guide/survival expert with a supplemental income as a pulp-novel writer of stupid action serials
APPEARANCE
Standing just a hair under 6 foot 4 and built on the stocky side of life, Lukas is a bear of a man. While he doesn’t have what he considers “pretty boy muscles” (aka a defined six-pack and the sort of definition you see on Calvin Klein models), there is no pretending he doesn’t have serious muscle mass and strength. He stands firm, feet planted solidly, arms often crossed over his chest or thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his jeans. He fairly radiates steadfast pig-headedness and, unless he is “on the job,” his walk carries a bit of the swagger a man tends to have when he knows he is, nine times out of ten, the toughest mo-fo in the room.
He wears his hair cut short but not very short; it is far from military standard and tends towards a bit of bed-head with some definite and well-kept sideburns. His hair is very dark brown, bordering on black, but has a few strands here and there of early gray. He usually sports a five o’clock shadow and the scruff has more than a bit of salt in the pepper, so to speak. His eyes are dark brown with some gold flecks, often narrowed in thought or anger or just against the sun’s glare. He has some fun crows-feet, some lines around his mouth that are just as much a result of frowning as smiling, and some furrows to his brow. Resting expression? Somewhere between Slightly Sad Hound Dog and Smirking Judgement b***h-face. He has a great (if rare) laugh, though, and his smile totally changes the chemistry of his face.
He also has various tattoos but none of them are in color and some were obtained while drunk. The only one that has any kind of meaning or sentiment to it is the large Army Ranger Star on his left upper bicep. Other notable tats include barb wire around his right bicep, an eagle over his left pec, a dagger and roses up the inside length of his left forearm. Flash art is king here.
Jeans, cargo pants, t-shirts, flannel shirts, combat boots, hiking boots. Leather bomber jacket, beanie for cold weather. The man is utilitarian and basic, wearing dark and natural colors. He owns no suits and only one dress-shirt and one pair of dress pants. No dress shoes, though.
Jeffrey Dean Morgan - especially as “Papa” John Winchester and Clay from The Losers
PERSONALITY
Negative: anger issues, distanced, impatient
Neutral: street smart, stubborn, dry sense of humor
Positive: self-aware, protective, honest
He is pretty much an a*****e but he knows it and tries to control it (some) so… That counts as a point in his favor, right?
Seriously, though, Lukas has some serious anger management issues that had more than a little hand in his eventual less than honorable discharge from the military. Let’s just say that he has never quite learned to “use his words” and so, when pushed to the limit and frustrated beyond his control, he solves problems by punching them. He has punched many things and only very rarely felt bad about it. There is an underlying current of suppressed violence to Lukas and he knows that sometimes, when he punches you in the face, he is totally overreacting but he cannot seem to avoid it. Aware as he is of his temper and reactions, he tries his best to control it all with studied politeness and limiting social contact when he’s already upset. He’s not completely stupid, after all.
He does not suffer fools gladly and has little patience for those who insist on remaining ignorant. In his world, you learn or you die. It is that simple. Mind you, this does not mean he is any kind of tactical genius or scholar; Lukas never did particularly well in school but he has street smarts and plenty of life experience under his belt. He also has heaps of common sense. Life has thrown s**t at him and he learned to throw s**t back. He is stubborn as a mule and twice as likely to kick. Also? Not a sharer. He might come to know you but he is damned if he will let you into his soft underbelly, thankyouverymuch.
For all of his punching tendencies and growls, Lukas has a surprising amount of charisma, most likely rooted in his extreme alpha-male-ness. He presents himself to the world with a devil-may-care attitude that translates as self-assured and confident. He also has focus to him that, if he finds you interesting enough to turn it on you, can be damn flattering. He pays close attention to his surroundings and does not miss much in the big picture but, as noticed, his emotional antenna are stunted and so he misses finer, emotional cues often. His sense of humor is dry as the desert with a turn towards gallows-dark at times. However, he is never laughing at you; you are just a fellow passenger on this goofy big blue marble. He is also blunt and honest and you would be an obtuse idiot to not know where you stand with him.
On the smaller, softer side of Lukas… We have his love for animals and his fondness of children. He is protective of both and you harm either one in his presence at your own risk. Of course, he is also still Lukas so he is not very comfortable with kids and isn’t about to tell them white lies. Sure, kid, there is a monster under your bed… Here is a baseball bat to take care of it. Kids, being little monsters themselves, react to this well and will gleefully hang from him.
DEITY
Ares. Let’’s face it. No other deity with an ounce of restraint or sense would pick Lukas. The man has an extraordinary capacity and talent for violence. He also has a temper to match. He is working on that, though.
Random Facts:
* Has a dog named Tank - a big, friendly, dumb, possibly insane rottie mix
* Is sniper certified, adept at krav magra and wu shu and jujitsu. Conned a Marine buddy into teaching him the basics of MCMAP
* Can drive just about anything with wheels but is hopeless with flying machines and only somewhat better with water vehicles.
* Has complete and well-thumbed collections of Louis L’Amours, Ian Flemings, and Ron E Howards.
* I would do many awful things willingly if someone were to app his younger sister (at least 10 years younger, brilliant golden child type) as an Athena Chosen
