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Well it was not your fault but mine and it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I my dear?
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<div style="vertical-align: middle; font-family: verdana; background-color: #1f2224; color: #b3afa8; border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;">born in Alaska but moved around a lot with a military family, has lived in several states as well as on several continents.</div>
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<option>red meat</option>
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<option>napping</option>
<option>reading</option>
<option>his wedding ring</option>
<option>his wife’s wedding ring</option>
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<option>tequila </option>
<option>strawberry ANYTHING</option>
<option>disrupted naptime</option>
<option>someone throwing a ball to distract me</option>
<option>bubbles</option>
<option>anyone who offers a bone. Talk about cliches</option>
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<option>don’t know the limits of my own strength</option>
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<option>thunder. Laugh it up</option>
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<option>marry again someday. Maybe. I don’t know</option>
<option>defend as many people as possible</option>
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<option>never take things too seriously</option>
<option>belly rubs are for special occasions but I’m starting to like them</option>
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<option>no matter how old I get life is always a game to me</option>
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<option>heightened senses</option>
<option>I can turn into a dog at will. That’s pretty cool</option>
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Luke has never been the sort to act his age and has always been gregarious; reliable, and most of all quick to laugh and crack a joke, he has a bubbly, infectious personality that is difficult to ignore. He likes to smile and make other people smile as well and feel good, especially now when there is so little to feel good about anymore. Sometimes a smile can change an entire day, or so he has always believed. Always up to some mischief, the best way to describe Luke is as an overgrown boy or teenager, always getting his hands dirty and into some sort of trouble and never sitting still for longer than a few minutes…unless you catch him in one of his naps, of course. A lot of this is a cover, though, a defense mechanism that allows him to hide any pain he is feeling most of the time. <br>

</br> While he is mostly all play (at least for show), he is more than capable of being the all-work sort of guy too. After he left the baseball team he was on he became a police officer, and that meant he had to be reliable, responsible, and quick on his feet and in his mind. Growing up the oldest of six kids and a military brat to boot, he had to become the second father in the household, and it rubbed off on him a lot more than he is willing to admit. Perfectly capable of having fun, Luke is also extremely defensive and protective of anyone he deems needing that extra bit of protection. Looking back there is really no surprises that he became a cop; the job suited him naturally. Loyal and extremely protective of those he counts as family and friends, these traits have only heightened since he was turned, growing even more opposite of each other. One minute he is the life of the party, the next a huge, growling, menacing beast ready to tear someone’s throat out in an instant. Hard-working, dependable, and willing to take the brunt of a joke or the heat of a bullet for you, Luke has always been the sort of guy to go that extra mile.
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Luke has really grown over the last year. He dealt with his depression about losing his wife, though it still plagues him from time to time, but he has sworn not to be the victim anymore. Though his heart is still broken from losing what he considered to be his soul mate, he has chosen to try to better himself so he will be of use. His attitude of all-play has decreased a little so that he is more responsible again, shouldering a lot more responsibility, mostly to keep his mind busy. He is working as a team member again and his personality reflects that: he does his best to hear what everyone else has to contribute to the conversation rather than just go in with guns blazing. Other than these advancements, he is pretty much the same old Luke: heartbroken but capable of being the big kid he is.
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Born as the oldest of six children in Anchorage, Alaska, Lucas had what he deemed a normal childhood but what others called anything but. His father, active in the military, travelled a lot; as such, by the time he was ten Lucas had left Alaska and had lived in Hawaii, Colorado, and Maine. When he was twelve he and his family were shipped to Germany, where they stayed on a base. By this time he had three younger siblings, two sisters and a brother, and the protective traits that would later be so sharp started to blossom. <br>
</br>The family stayed in Europe for most of Luke’s teenage years; by the time he had graduated, he had lived in Germany, Greece, Italy, and Russia, picking up numerous languages along the way. It was not until after his eighteenth birthday that they returned to America, this time settling in Chicago. Luke had always been athletic; ever since he was a young boy, he had always been on every sports team he could, so when he got back he joined up with a baseball team for fun. Baseball had always been his favorite sport, and when he heard that this particular team had been looked at by scouts, he refused to miss an opportunity to live out a childish dream of being spotted and signed to a real team. His father, a devote military general, planned for him to join the military to carry on the family tradition, but Luke had other plans. He had never been as serious as his father about things of that sort; his real love in life had been playing around and having fun, mainly in doing sports, so when he was signed on as a pitcher for a minor league team, he took his chance without thinking about it. It was a mild disappointment to his father, but his family backed him the entire way and Luke went on to play for three years. <br>
</br>It was after this that he realized that sometimes games don’t always put food on the table or pay the bills and that everyone has to grow up sooner or later. By this time Luke had met a girl, Penny Evans. The meeting had been by complete chance; he had been in New York for a game and had gone out with some friends afterwards and Penny had been at the same bar with some of her college friends. It was not the most original setting, but he was horrified when he somehow managed to spill a drink all over her dress. After insisting he at least pay for her cab and see her home safe, it became something of a running joke between them that spilling that drink on her was the first time he got to see her naked. It was, perhaps, not the most romantic beginning to a relationship, but it was no secret that the pair were crazy for each other. He played his last inning of baseball semi-professionally when he was twenty-one and moved with her to New York, where she was working as a writer, and instead chose something that he thought would please his father and himself: he joined the police force. It was not the military, but it was something Luke came to enjoy. He married Penny a few years later and things were going well…until that night. <br>
</br>Looking back, he did not remember most of what had happened. They had been going home from dinner, and then it was mostly black. The police file described it as a mugging gone wrong. All he knew was that he had woken up with a nasty bite that the doctors described as a dog bite and Penny was dead. Luke did not know it, but that “dog bite” was something much, much more. Overcome, that first night in the hospital also happened to be the first night he transformed and the last time he saw anyone he knew. Ashamed of what he had become and thinking himself to have gone insane with grief, he fled on four legs instead of two as far as he could, abandoning what remained of his life in New York and lost contact with everyone he had once known and loved, letting them believe he had either died in the mugging as well or had disappeared. <br>
</br>That incident was nearly five years ago now, but it is something that still haunts him. It took him nearly a year to learn to control his shifting ability; at first he did not want to, but eventually he learned that he had to. He had no intentions of losing control and biting a person, like had happened to him, and eventually he mastered it, though with extreme anger or other emotions it does still become difficult for him. Luke has eked out a living making himself out to be some lovable stray in some cases, transforming into an Alaskan malamute when he shifts, or fending for himself when there is a need. Though heartbroken, he knows that he cannot let that overtake whatever future he might have or drown out what happiness might be left. He has made a promise to help defend anyone that needs it, though, so that they do not experience what he had to—because he is sure now that the mugging involved other shifters that had no control over what they were doing rather than just muggers, and he hates them for it. He still clings to hope, though, as much as he can, and tries to fight off sadness with a smile whenever possible.
<p>The last year has been a busy one for Luke. With his determination not to be a victim anymore, he has gotten his own apartment above the Rat and Raven where he helps Jordan out, paying her what he can whether she likes it or not while saving up for a real home in the process. He was a member of the Hounds as well, helping them to stop the Horsemen from bringing about the apocalypse, which inspired him to return to his old life--at least in part.
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Once the impending doom was abated, Luke sought out real employment for the only job he could really do: police work. He applied and was accepted into the FBI. He had to undergo rigorous tests to even get into the program, including explain why he had disappeared from New York without a word and what he had been doing in that time. Luke created a story, claiming that after the attack on himself and his wife he had decided to take a leave of absence and try to compose himself. He claimed he had moved out to the Midwest, far away from anyone and everyone he knew or knew of him and the "accident" so he could heal. Sticking to this story, he got the job, and now he uses his position there to try to listen in on any strange events going on around the country that could be supernaturally linked. Using this information, he is able to either track them down himself or inform the other hunters he knows to do so.
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Though he works as an FBI agent now, Luke still remains in the Midwest area, finding it peaceful despite the supernatural occurrences. He chose to remain at the Rat and Raven to help Jordan out for the kindness she showed him, saving up for an actual home of his own with spare room enough for Rose to spend the night if she wanted. Over the year he had gotten close to her and viewed her as a sort of adopted daughter, despite her being a legal adult. He has also been practicing archery, something he has found he is both good at and enjoys as a sort of stress reliever. He has dabbled in throwing knives as well, but he struggles to get them spinning right so that they stick or cause damage other than the handle smacking his opponent. He sticks with his gun, which he is very familiar with from years of experience, and now his bow, which he likes to use since it is silent and does not draw attention, but only in the right situations.
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Recently, Luke has started looking into adoption. He and his late wife, Penny, had always wanted a family together, but since she was infertile it never happened. He is very nervous to even attempt adoption and fatherhood without his wife by his side, but he still wants children and to hold onto the promise he made to her that they would have a family one day. He is taking things slow with the whole process to make sure he does it right and does not jump into it too quickly with all of the other changes that have happened so far over the last year in his life, but he is getting closer and closer to keeping the promise he made to Penny and himself.
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Luke shook his entire body, spraying the walls with water. His coat, shaggy, thick, and a thick gray-brown, was currently matted and wet from the downpour he had just trodden through. While his feet and haunches were normally creamy-white, today they were mud-spattered and stained brown with bits of twig and leaves sticking to them to add to the overall miserable picture. Large, alert blue eyes looked out through tufts of fur as he glanced around the abandoned cabin he had been using the last week as a sort of home on his trek through the wilderness; it was nicer than even his apartment had been in New York. No doubt some upstate yuppies came here two or three times a year to celebrate some investment and nothing more. <br>
<br>The fur began to recede and skin took its place; his legs grew longer and arms and fingers sprouted out and a moment later, a man was standing where the enormous wolf had been. Shivering slightly, Luke pulled a blanket around his form and sauntered through the cabin, flicking on the lights. He would have lit a fire, but the fireplace held an electric fire; no doubt whoever owned this place did not want the place to smell of soot and smoke. <br>
</br>Whistling to himself, Luke pulled out a bottle of wine and a glass; for whatever reason, these cabin owners were extremely well-stocked with fine wines and drinks that had not been touched for years. If they were waiting for it to age, he would have to remember to leave a note that they had done a fine job. He had already eaten most of the food; they had been well-stocked and everything had been wonderful, but since he ate like a bear during each sitting it was no surprise that there were only a few crackers and a square of cheese left; hardly enough for his rumbling belly. Sighing dramatically, Luke popped open the wine bottle and poured himself a drink, the gold chain around his neck the held his old wedding ring and Penny’s ring clinking softly each time he moved, the last reminder of the life he had once had. < br>
</br>Luke sauntered over, bottle in tow, and sat down on the plush sofa he had effectively destroyed in his stay here. It was dirty and smelled slightly musty now since he often smelled of wet dog these days in the rainy weather of Washington, but he did not care; by tomorrow he would hopefully be a state over in another cabin as lovely as this, but he doubted it. This was a lucky find, something he had stumbled on and nothing more. He had a feeling it would be abandoned sheds and some lean-tos from now on, so he may as well make the most of this Oden’s house for the night.
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