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This is Luccio, or 'Lucky' as he is more often called. I have been working on him since Nadya was accepted to Eden. I am still saving up for this boy (who will hopefully be a Gate Guard), but I am hoping to get him a functioning ref before then. Since I have zero digital skills, I would love to commission/trade with someone to that I could get a proper TDE ref page for him.

Please comment if interested!

Luccio's Song: [link]
-In memorium to his father and brother.

Status: Healthy
Name: Luccio – goes by Lucky. Only those who knew him well back-in-the day still call him by his real name.
Nicknames: Lucky, used to also go by Lucci
Age: 1 1/2 old
Gender: Male
Breed: English Bull Terrier Mix (He is just the tiniest bit bigger than a normal Bully due to his mixed genetics. The Bull Terrier has the highest muscle mass ratio pound for pound of any dog breed. Because of this, Lucky is pretty much a walking wall. Though he is not the fastest, he is tough to knock over and has a bite that is nearly impossible to break.)
Height: 23” at the shoulder.
Weight: 95 lbs (all muscle!)

Physical Build: Built like a brick wall, this is one unmovable male. Though he is not the tallest boy, he makes up for it by being a mass of muscle and fang. Like all Bull Terriers, his egg-shaped skull is built to latch on and never let go. He has a powerful bite that is nearly impossible to break from, and once he has gotten a hold will do the characteristic terrier shake until his victi- I mean opponent stops moving. His right ear is split from a barbed wire incident, as is the scratches over his right eye. His tail flops about halfway down its length due to severed caudal vertebra. The latter half cannot move on its own and instead flops about when he moves the base. Though it can still feel, it does not actually cause pain to him.

Rank: Gate Guard

Wears: Heavy leather armor built like plate armor to provide structure and allow for some flexibility. Leather plates are studded with metal spikes that though not particularly sharp, are a pain in the mouth. Armor covers neck, chest, back, most of his underbelly, and lower legs. The only uncovered places are his tail, ears, shoulders, and thighs. This is only for when he really needs the extra protection. Most of the time he wears what used to be one of those pink woman’s wrist/arm cell-phone holders. He wears it inside out so that the pocket faces him, and within it is a King of Clubs playing card. The pink arm-ban and playing card were his Dad's good-luck charms that he lent to Lucky on his first day in the Wastes.

Personality: A lover, not a fighter, Lucky is more likely to play the clown than the beast. Almost a perpetual puppy, the boy always has a tongue-lolling smile and a corny joke to share. Prone to making horrible double-entendres, Lucky is a bit naïve to the fact he has even made them (such an innocent boy.) Though he is often quite foolish, the boy is also a hopeless romantic. It is fairly hard to get on your bad side- but woe to the dog that does! Though he is quick to forgive, if you lay a claw on someone dear to him he will clamp those vice-like jaws and shake until revenge has been fulfilled. He makes friends easily due to his friendly and sympathetic nature. Sadly he his quite afraid of the Infected dogs of the wasteland due to what they did to his family. He is so worried of the Infection that he is almost obsessed with making sure that none would enter Eden. Ever. He has yet to have another run-in with one, so who knows how he will react. Will he freak out and run, or will he just let his pent up rage go full-blown berserk on his foe?

History: Lucky was not always called such. His given name was Luccio, but few call him that now. He had a fairly standard childhood for an Edener. His mother died when he was young, leaving his father (Anton) the Convate to raise he and his brother (Edgar). His life was pretty simple and uneventful up until shortly after his and Edgar's first birthdays. That was the day that he and his brother were assigned to go out on their first mission as Scrappers with their father. Though it started out as a normal food and supply run, things took a turn for the worse when a dust storm rose up. In the confusion, Luccio was separated from the Convoy. After hours of searching he finally found them, dead. The storm had been a perfect cover for several Raiders to ambush the Convoy. Seeing the beasts looting and snacking on his friends and family was too much for the boy. In a rage, he attacked, killing two before the rest of the Raiders got too close.

With a snap back to reality, he realized that it was flee or die, and he ran. Never had those stocky legs moved so fast! To escape the chasing Raiders, he attempted to dive under a barbed wire fence, but on the way snagged his right ear, tearing it. As he charged through, ignoring his ripping flesh, a raider placed a paw on his tail. The dog was about to bite when Luccio’s superior strength pulled him through, breaking his tail in the effort. When the boy finally arrived at the gate as a panting mess, he knew life would never be the same. Never again would he dare to enter the Wasteland. After this horrific event, Luccio gained the nickname Lucky, and forever caries a club card to remind him of his “luck”.

No one calls him by his true name, and only those who knew his father know that the card and band belonged to him. After the incident, he was taken to Physicians and put on a brief, mandatory rest-period to heal and recover emotionally. And while the physical wounds healed, the mental ones still bled. Back on duty once more, the boy went to the training yard to vent some rage when he overheard a co-worker badmouth Anton's leading capabilities of the Convoy. Within a heartbeat the trash-talker had 90 lbs of pure rage slam into him. Latching those bear-trap jaws onto the other's neck, Lucky would have killed him had they not been pulled apart. It took far to many dogs to restrain the enraged Bully, and it seemed that Lucky would be banished for sure. Luckily for him, his stream of good-fortune continued.

Because the other dog was only injured, and that Lucky was actually a top-notch fighter (something Eden would never overlook) his berserk moment was deemed a crime of passion: a one-time event. Though he was permanently removed from Scrapper duty, it was just as well. Lucky is still deeply afraid of the Wastes and has almost an obsession with making sure the infection stays out of Eden, but he himself is not willing to go out into the wastelands. Though he has had many lucky moments in his life, Lucky has learned that he walks a very fine line, and is most-likely still being watched. Because of this, he has implemented a very strict training policy when it comes to practicing with him. No taunts, no jeers, and no jaws. Because who knows how easy it could be to push him over the edge?

Strengths: [Charming][Empathetic][Strong][Comedic][Romantic]
Flaws/Weaknesses: [Slow][Naïve][Prone to sunburn][Severely afraid of the Wasteland][bushels of repressed anger]
Likes: [Flowers][Bright Colors][Corny Jokes][Other Dogs, especially the Bitches, aw yeah.][His Sock-Monkey]
Dislikes: [Wastelanders][Death][Being Alone][Bullies-he will lose his shit!]
Relationships:
Hate
Dislike
Unsure/Acquaintance
Respect
Trust
Friend
Good Friend
Crush
Serious Shit
That's Love right thar!

RP Example:
Legs twitched as the bully reached deep REM sleep. ”Dad? Dad! Where are you! Dad, Edgar? I can’t see you!” Lucky… no he was still Luccio back then, screamed into the raging wind. The storm had come from nowhere, dust thrown into the air violently clouding his senses. Luccio strained to see through the tinted lenses of his gasmask, but could see nothing, smell nothing, hear nothing. He had gotten turned around and could no longer tell where he was, blind, deaf, and dumb under the dust-storms power, Luccio stumbled ahead. “Edgar! Dad! Where are you? Dad? Daddy!” The sleeping dog twitched violently and whimpered, convulsing in his bed. The dust had settled. But where was everyone? He hadn’t walked that far had he? Suddenly a sound made him turn. Just behind him came the screams of his brother. These were not the cries of an adult, but of a pup. “Edgar! I’m coming Eddie!” Luccio tried to run but was stuck fast, “EDDIE! RUN, EDDIE!” Luccio watched, unable to move as an infected dog tore into his brother.

“NO! EDDIE! Get off of him!” Luccio struggled to move as the Raider tore into the puppy. “Help us, Lucci!” a voice called. It was his father, pinned down by a Raider as another began dissembling him. “Get off of him! GET. OFF. OF. HIM.” The bully screamed, unable to help as the Raiders tore his family to shreds. No! It didn’t happen like this, this was all wrong! “Lucci, save me!” his brother cried. “I can’t… I can’t!” he sobbed, unable to budge as the Raiders finished off his family. Their cries of help
would forever be unanswered. Finally it was over, Luccio collapsed onto the ground.
The Raiders surrounded him, covered in the blood and viscera of his family. “You have done well, comrade.” One said stepping forward. As Luccio got to his paws, he knew that he was one of the infected, and covered in his family’s blood to. Their death had happened by his paws. Lucky curled into a tight ball around the three-legged sock-monkey as a whimper escape his throat: “I’m so sorry…”

Living Quarters: Luccio’s home is fairly bare. He has a small pile of blankets that he sleeps on, along with a three-legged sock monkey toy that belonged to his brother when they were pups. He is overly attached to this toy, and will lose his shit if he can’t find it.
Gas Mask: Lucky’s mask is actually a mixture of three. After another convoy had returned to the scene of the massacre, they had brought back the gasmasks for those left behind. Lucky commissioned the mask-maker to combine their masks with his, so that they would always be with him.
Lucky ©
Their Dark Eden (c)

Here are some more (very, very rough) sketches of the boy: [link] , [link] , [link]

Description
This is Luccio, or 'Lucky' as he is more often called. I have been working on him since Nadya was accepted to Eden. I am still saving up for this boy (who will hopefully be a Gate Guard), but I am hoping to get him a functioning ref before then. Since I have zero digital skills, I would love to commission/trade with someone to that I could get a proper TDE ref page for him.

Please comment if interested!

Luccio's Song: [link]
-In memorium to his father and brother.

Status: Healthy
Name: Luccio – goes by Lucky. Only those who knew him well back-in-the day still call him by his real name.
Nicknames: Lucky, used to also go by Lucci
Age: 1 1/2 old
Gender: Male
Breed: English Bull Terrier Mix (He is just the tiniest bit bigger than a normal Bully due to his mixed genetics. The Bull Terrier has the highest muscle mass ratio pound for pound of any dog breed. Because of this, Lucky is pretty much a walking wall. Though he is not the fastest, he is tough to knock over and has a bite that is nearly impossible to break.)
Height: 23” at the shoulder.
Weight: 95 lbs (all muscle!)

Physical Build: Built like a brick wall, this is one unmovable male. Though he is not the tallest boy, he makes up for it by being a mass of muscle and fang. Like all Bull Terriers, his egg-shaped skull is built to latch on and never let go. He has a powerful bite that is nearly impossible to break from, and once he has gotten a hold will do the characteristic terrier shake until his victi- I mean opponent stops moving. His right ear is split from a barbed wire incident, as is the scratches over his right eye. His tail flops about halfway down its length due to severed caudal vertebra. The latter half cannot move on its own and instead flops about when he moves the base. Though it can still feel, it does not actually cause pain to him.

Rank: Gate Guard

Wears: Heavy leather armor built like plate armor to provide structure and allow for some flexibility. Leather plates are studded with metal spikes that though not particularly sharp, are a pain in the mouth. Armor covers neck, chest, back, most of his underbelly, and lower legs. The only uncovered places are his tail, ears, shoulders, and thighs. This is only for when he really needs the extra protection. Most of the time he wears what used to be one of those pink woman’s wrist/arm cell-phone holders. He wears it inside out so that the pocket faces him, and within it is a King of Clubs playing card. The pink arm-ban and playing card were his Dad's good-luck charms that he lent to Lucky on his first day in the Wastes.

Personality: A lover, not a fighter, Lucky is more likely to play the clown than the beast. Almost a perpetual puppy, the boy always has a tongue-lolling smile and a corny joke to share. Prone to making horrible double-entendres, Lucky is a bit naïve to the fact he has even made them (such an innocent boy.) Though he is often quite foolish, the boy is also a hopeless romantic. It is fairly hard to get on your bad side- but woe to the dog that does! Though he is quick to forgive, if you lay a claw on someone dear to him he will clamp those vice-like jaws and shake until revenge has been fulfilled. He makes friends easily due to his friendly and sympathetic nature. Sadly he his quite afraid of the Infected dogs of the wasteland due to what they did to his family. He is so worried of the Infection that he is almost obsessed with making sure that none would enter Eden. Ever. He has yet to have another run-in with one, so who knows how he will react. Will he freak out and run, or will he just let his pent up rage go full-blown berserk on his foe?

History: Lucky was not always called such. His given name was Luccio, but few call him that now. He had a fairly standard childhood for an Edener. His mother died when he was young, leaving his father (Anton) the Convate to raise he and his brother (Edgar). His life was pretty simple and uneventful up until shortly after his and Edgar's first birthdays. That was the day that he and his brother were assigned to go out on their first mission as Scrappers with their father. Though it started out as a normal food and supply run, things took a turn for the worse when a dust storm rose up. In the confusion, Luccio was separated from the Convoy. After hours of searching he finally found them, dead. The storm had been a perfect cover for several Raiders to ambush the Convoy. Seeing the beasts looting and snacking on his friends and family was too much for the boy. In a rage, he attacked, killing two before the rest of the Raiders got too close.

With a snap back to reality, he realized that it was flee or die, and he ran. Never had those stocky legs moved so fast! To escape the chasing Raiders, he attempted to dive under a barbed wire fence, but on the way snagged his right ear, tearing it. As he charged through, ignoring his ripping flesh, a raider placed a paw on his tail. The dog was about to bite when Luccio’s superior strength pulled him through, breaking his tail in the effort. When the boy finally arrived at the gate as a panting mess, he knew life would never be the same. Never again would he dare to enter the Wasteland. After this horrific event, Luccio gained the nickname Lucky, and forever caries a club card to remind him of his “luck”.

No one calls him by his true name, and only those who knew his father know that the card and band belonged to him. After the incident, he was taken to Physicians and put on a brief, mandatory rest-period to heal and recover emotionally. And while the physical wounds healed, the mental ones still bled. Back on duty once more, the boy went to the training yard to vent some rage when he overheard a co-worker badmouth Anton's leading capabilities of the Convoy. Within a heartbeat the trash-talker had 90 lbs of pure rage slam into him. Latching those bear-trap jaws onto the other's neck, Lucky would have killed him had they not been pulled apart. It took far to many dogs to restrain the enraged Bully, and it seemed that Lucky would be banished for sure. Luckily for him, his stream of good-fortune continued.

Because the other dog was only injured, and that Lucky was actually a top-notch fighter (something Eden would never overlook) his berserk moment was deemed a crime of passion: a one-time event. Though he was permanently removed from Scrapper duty, it was just as well. Lucky is still deeply afraid of the Wastes and has almost an obsession with making sure the infection stays out of Eden, but he himself is not willing to go out into the wastelands. Though he has had many lucky moments in his life, Lucky has learned that he walks a very fine line, and is most-likely still being watched. Because of this, he has implemented a very strict training policy when it comes to practicing with him. No taunts, no jeers, and no jaws. Because who knows how easy it could be to push him over the edge?

Strengths: [Charming][Empathetic][Strong][Comedic][Romantic]
Flaws/Weaknesses: [Slow][Naïve][Prone to sunburn][Severely afraid of the Wasteland][bushels of repressed anger]
Likes: [Flowers][Bright Colors][Corny Jokes][Other Dogs, especially the Bitches, aw yeah.][His Sock-Monkey]
Dislikes: [Wastelanders][Death][Being Alone][Bullies-he will lose his shit!]
Relationships:
Hate
Dislike
Unsure/Acquaintance
Respect
Trust
Friend
Good Friend
Crush
Serious Shit
That's Love right thar!

RP Example:
Legs twitched as the bully reached deep REM sleep. ”Dad? Dad! Where are you! Dad, Edgar? I can’t see you!” Lucky… no he was still Luccio back then, screamed into the raging wind. The storm had come from nowhere, dust thrown into the air violently clouding his senses. Luccio strained to see through the tinted lenses of his gasmask, but could see nothing, smell nothing, hear nothing. He had gotten turned around and could no longer tell where he was, blind, deaf, and dumb under the dust-storms power, Luccio stumbled ahead. “Edgar! Dad! Where are you? Dad? Daddy!” The sleeping dog twitched violently and whimpered, convulsing in his bed. The dust had settled. But where was everyone? He hadn’t walked that far had he? Suddenly a sound made him turn. Just behind him came the screams of his brother. These were not the cries of an adult, but of a pup. “Edgar! I’m coming Eddie!” Luccio tried to run but was stuck fast, “EDDIE! RUN, EDDIE!” Luccio watched, unable to move as an infected dog tore into his brother.

“NO! EDDIE! Get off of him!” Luccio struggled to move as the Raider tore into the puppy. “Help us, Lucci!” a voice called. It was his father, pinned down by a Raider as another began dissembling him. “Get off of him! GET. OFF. OF. HIM.” The bully screamed, unable to help as the Raiders tore his family to shreds. No! It didn’t happen like this, this was all wrong! “Lucci, save me!” his brother cried. “I can’t… I can’t!” he sobbed, unable to budge as the Raiders finished off his family. Their cries of help
would forever be unanswered. Finally it was over, Luccio collapsed onto the ground.
The Raiders surrounded him, covered in the blood and viscera of his family. “You have done well, comrade.” One said stepping forward. As Luccio got to his paws, he knew that he was one of the infected, and covered in his family’s blood to. Their death had happened by his paws. Lucky curled into a tight ball around the three-legged sock-monkey as a whimper escape his throat: “I’m so sorry…”

Living Quarters: Luccio’s home is fairly bare. He has a small pile of blankets that he sleeps on, along with a three-legged sock monkey toy that belonged to his brother when they were pups. He is overly attached to this toy, and will lose his shit if he can’t find it.
Gas Mask: Lucky’s mask is actually a mixture of three. After another convoy had returned to the scene of the massacre, they had brought back the gasmasks for those left behind. Lucky commissioned the mask-maker to combine their masks with his, so that they would always be with him.
Lucky ©
Their Dark Eden (c)

Here are some more (very, very rough) sketches of the boy: [link] , [link] , [link]