History

Lucas Alexei Josef Vlados was born an only child to parents Alena Karysa Vlados and Demetri Mikael Vlados in November of the year 1902. He spent his childhood growing up in Ag Nicholas, Crete. Lucas possessed a free spirit and an unwavering passion for the arts. This passion was evident in all he did. He seemed to have a style all his own, the way he walked, the way he talked, generally his very demeanor which demanded a second glance, even in his young age. It was evident that his charisma was exceedingly great and would do him good in the future.

As he was growing up his father was constantly hard at work earning a living for their small trio of a family. His mother stayed at home mostly seeing to it her place as a mother and a wife came first. Despite the happiness their family had, wealth was not abundant to them. Lucas grew up without the teaching of reading and writing and thus was somewhat illiterate in his childhood. It wasn't until the tenth year of his life his father got in touch with his brother, Christof Gregor Vlados, in New York City and decided the family was moving out there. Work had become sparse in Ag Nicholas and his father would not have been able to support their family had they stayed; and so they left the only world Lucas knew in search of a life that would bring adventure, happiness, and eventually... a prolonged eternity not introduced to him as of yet.

Christof Gregor Vlados, Lucas' uncle, had a business in shipping and the arts. However, due to the lessened popularity of the arts side of things in that time period his main priority was the shipping business, thriving therein and offering an arm to his brother and the family. As their family took to the seas helping in the shipping business Lucas grew very fond of his uncle feeling as if some of his spirit came from Christof, who was also quite illiterate as well. The money that Lucas earned from his labors was horded and saved in hopes that one day he would be able to own his own ships and take the business up. Over the years they traveled all over the world getting to see the sites and experience the globe first hand. A turn of events was to come as the family set off for Italy. From here Lucas' life would change drastically, for better and for worse.

Rumor had it the "dark ones" had stowed away on the ship. News of this befell Lucas' ears when he accidentally heard his father and his uncle talking in hushed tones on the deck one dark eve. Not wishing to believe such things Lucas did all he could to push it from his mind, in truth, he was frightened. Such things were not to be taken lightly and the thought of them being on the very same vessel as the rest was disturbing. It was this very night that Lucas lost his parents to these "dark ones." Over the next couple months out at sea Lucas noticed slight changes. No one else would go on deck during the day. He was constantly asked to do them "little favors" when it required being out amongst the rays of the sun. However much he did not wish to believe it he knew what had come to pass. His parents sought to keep this a secret from him, however their feeble attempts failed. Once they reached the mainland again Lucas ran away, disappearing into the streets of New York City desiring never to be found.

At the mere young age of sixteen Lucas began his new life in New York City wishing nothing more than to live out a normal life. The money he'd been saving up went into a bank to be stored until his ever-present dream could be fulfilled at a later date. His name was never said aloud on the streets for he feared the dark ones would be searching for him. He lived each day as anyone else, only to return home at night to face the nightmares of his family pulsing through his memory. It didn't take long before he ran across a girl, Lyllia, and her family. As time went on he grew very fond of her, stealing away to have lunches with her only to return to work later that afternoon. On their afternoon outings Lyllia sought to teach Lucas how to read and write, as well as indulge in moments of pure bliss, for she knew of his potential. Lucas grew to become a strapping young gentleman and he continued his courting with Miss Lyllia, only to become engaged to her. One night after a long days work he set off on his walk home. As he reached his building he stepped into the elevator shaft and was cornered, having finally been found after eight long and prosperous years. A man pinned him to the wall of the elevator and slid a cool steel blade across his throat, disappearing and leaving him for dead. Lucas blacked out only long enough to wake up and find himself being drug out of the elevator. It was then that his entire world changed... again.

A new world unfolded for Lucas, one of darkness and damnation. He left Lyllia and his old life behind, not having the heart to take away such a precious gift as life as was done to him unjustly. Many a night he would walk to the boat yard only to find her standing at the railing peering out over the water, long blonde hair bathed in the moons light making her out to look like an angel. Pained tears often streaked her delicate ivory cheeks as she called out his name softly, her words filtering through the breeze and finding their way to his ears. So many nights he fought back the desire to run to her arms and hold her telling her all would be well; but in time he knew it would come down to him living on as she grew old, or asking her to sacrifice her life to be his forever. Finding he could do neither he let her slip into a state of memory, never again to lay eyes on her angelic figure, one he'd grown accustomed to holding and loving.

One of the nights Lucas set off for the boatyard he stopped short upon his arrival as two voices mingled on the breeze that night. Cautiously rounding the corner Lucas leaned up against the building and watched through deep chocolate pools as this dark stranger conversed with Lyllia. Their tones were muffled and only a couple words here and there were audible enough for him to make them out completely. After waiting in patience for what seemed an eternity Lyllia turned to leave only to have this dark one reach for a blade and snake his arm around her throat bringing the cool metal across that delicate silken skin. Flashbacks of his own 'death' shot through his mind. Lucas' eyes flickered to the knife only to recall the same exact blade, distinctly different than any other he'd seen by an engraving on the blade itself. It was all a blur to him and before he knew what was happening the stranger was gone, leaving Lyllia slumped to her knees, hands pressed to her throat and gasping breaths desperately trying to seek entrance into her lungs. Screaming out from the thriving pain that welled in his undead, yet devoted heart, he ran to her side cradling her against his chest. Crimson tears streaked his cheeks falling into her feathery hair. As her fingertips reached upwards seeking his cheeks he leaned her back still cradling her and whispering his love to her, pleading for her to hold on. A pained smile curved up those delicate rosy lips as she looked up to him, gasps becoming shorter as the blood spilled from her throat. Her last words to him were choppy and soft, so very soft, and he'd never forget them. "You're...... going to..... be.... a daddy..." With that her body fell limp in his arms, her hand slinking to drape across her lithe figure in a lifeless manner. Drawing her tightly to him he rocked back and forth sobbing like a little child. Those passionate moments they'd shared on their outings had resulted in a growing life, which would never even get the chance to see the day or indulge in the breath of life.

Anger welled within him and he sought his revenge, not only for himself but for her. Finding his parents was not hard considering their well known name. During the early hours of the morning Lucas slipped into their haven and ridded himself of them, for good. They'd caused enough anguish in his life - this was long overdue.

After a few years Lucas' dream of owning a shipping business and getting into it came to pass. It really wasn't all that hard considering the years of experience he had under his belt. He'd also found a way to tie in his love of art with the shipping business. After a while he'd opened up his own Museum

Fate would have him meet up with another, Angelica Lemieux. His love for her grew strong and would forever be a part of him, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, and until death do them part.

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