Growing up in Staroye, Lukas had a fairly normal life. He had food on the table, shelter over his head, couldn't really ask for much. Even then, Lukas preferred a more uncommon and chaotic type lifestyle, often sneaking out with friends, joyriding throughout the streets. He got into arguments often with people that he got into disagreements with, escalating them to the point of physical altercations himself rather than waiting for them to throw the first punch.
A few friends of his had mentioned to him about attending protests against the oppression of the Russian government attempting to snake its way into the lands. Even against his parents wishes, he would attend the protests. At first, he would just watch and listen, eventually the spirit of the protest would encourage him, and he would begin chanting and marching along. Tired of waiting for action and change, he took it upon himself to throw the first stone. That wasn't enough. He would break a window to a pub, walking in and grabbing a bottle behind the desk, stuffing a dirty rag behind the bar into the bottle and lighting it, walking back out with a mask on his face, chucking it into the crowd of opposing enforcement. After that, everything hit the fan. Tear gas began to fly, as well as rocks, pipes, bottles. Bodies would begin to clash, clubs swinging, etc. He would fall back into the midst of the chaos, then into the backstreets, the adrenaline kicking in.
A stranger approached him as he was calming down behind a few buildings, questioning him about what he did. He would prepare himself for a fight, assuming he was being confronted, until the stranger would laugh, congratulating him on having the balls to throw it. They would have a conversation before meeting up at a later date time about an offer he couldn't refuse. Any friends he wanted to bring that he could trust, then it would be fine. Unfortunately, his friends backed out, not feeling so sure about meeting a stranger from a protest and not knowing what for. Lukas went anyways.
That day, he started helping NAPA. Finally, an organization what would actually take action on the snake sneaking its way into the lands. He would use guerrilla tactics to his advantage, appearing for a second, throwing a homemade pipe bomb or Molotov into crowds of Russian Ethnics, or of businesses known to be owned by them.
(-still WIP for finer details, but good enough for now-)