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Lucas Black
Character information
  1. Alias
    Zero
  2. Mental
    Stable and focused on the task at hand.
  3. Morale
    Unwavering.
  4. Date of birth
    1987-07-10 (31 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Salisbury
  6. Nationality
    British
  7. Ethnicity
    White British
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    Single
  10. Family
    One 8 year old daughter.
  11. Religion
    Christian

Description

  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    85 kg
  3. Build
    Athletic
  4. Hair
    Brown with greyed sides
  5. Eyes
    Bright blue
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Evil
  7. Features
    Strong jawline and maintains a well-trimmed beard. Weathered skin on face and calloused hands. Significant scarring on right abdomen from motorcycle accident.
  8. Occupation
    Need to know
  9. Affiliation
    Last Bastion
  10. Role
    Leader

Background

There was really nothing special about Lucas’s upbringing; middle class family and a nice home, attentive parents and an average school. ‘Average’ though was the last thing Shaun wanted to be, with his sheltered life building a resentment for all things ‘ordinary’.

Not having achieved the best grades, his most logical option ahead would’ve been working his way up from an entry-level job and working his way up; given his strong work ethic and confidence this would’ve been very viable. Not for Lucas though, as he detested working under anyone, leading him to work for himself as a private investigator and take freelance contracts doing jobs others would deem too dangerous, difficult or risky. Working for everyone from organised crime to police, he was used as an asset which, if caught, could easily have his ties to his employer cut and nobody would bat an eye. 

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Sunday, 15th March 2013. The afternoon air was cool and misty. Lucas’s usual hangout, a pub in south Brixton, was unusually quiet. Whilst satin his usual spot at the end of the bar, an older, grey haired man sat down next to him. Ordering a tap water, he unbuckled his long black overcoat and let out a sigh:

”You’ve been making waves kid, I’ll give ya that”.

Lucas paused, placed his pint on the bar and, without raising his head, let out a short laugh:

”You must be new around here to be calling me kid, old man”

The stranger sighed, turned his stool to face Lucas, and spoke with purpose.

”There’s is a black Range Rover outside with its engine running. The driver will be waiting for...*he pauses to look at his watch*...7 minutes. Get in the back and don’t say a word...”

He smiles wryly,

”...and kid, don’t keep him waiting”.

Lucas turns to look at the man, hiding his confusion behind a veil of anger.

”Look here old man, if you think you can walk on in here an-“

Before he could finish, the unnamed man had got up and calmly walked out of the door. Unable to properly grasp his own response to the situation, Lucas took a second to finish his drink in one and take a deep breath. Despite his efforts to ignore what he was told, curiosity overcame him and he found himself walking outside and, in a moment that he would remember for the rest of his life, open the door to the mysterious black car and climb in.

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The journey took them down dark and unfamiliar roads, impossible to figure out what direction they were heading. After what seemed like an age, the driver stated simply,

”Get out”.

Not used to taking orders, but also unwilling to jeopardise himself in unfamiliar territory, he slowly slid out of the vehicle; cursing to himself for being so stupid as to follow a man he doesn’t know out of childish curiosity. They had arrived in some sort of brick tunnel, with a single open door leading to a dimly lit room. Heading through, he found the same old man as before sitting at a metal table; the only light source a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling.

”I’m glad you decided to come, I didn’t want Jerry over here to have to add another notch to his...tally”, said the old man, smiling as he gestured to a large man standing in the corner of the room. 

“So, Mr...”

”Grey, call me Mr Grey”

”Mr Grey, are you going to tell me what I’ve walked into?”

”If you sit down, and stop clenching your ass so hard you might shit yourself, I might”.

Still on edge, Lucas took a seat opposite Mr Grey. Trying to relax, he takes some deep breaths as his mysterious acquaintance lights up a cigarette and begins to speak.

”Right Mr Black, I know just about everything there is to know about you. I know that you grew up on 27 Heath Avenue in a 3 bed semi detached house, quite nice little place might I add. You graduated St David’s Academy with straight Bs at 16 and haven’t worked in real job since. Since then you’ve ‘contracted’ to the Saints, SCO15 and even the grand old CEO of Barclays, doing whatever they damn well paid you too no matter how dirty your hands got. Based on evidence we have collected, we could charge you with god damn near every crime under the fucking sun.”

Lucas felt his heart begin to race, as sweat began seeping from his forehead and his hands became clammy.

”Nice try, but I can tell you’re bluffing”, he forces a smile as he tries to hide his racing heart rate.

Mr Grey chuckles to himself, takes a drag of his cigarette and continues,

”Oh I never bluff Mr Black. All this though doesn’t need to see the light of day. How much of a shame would it be to waste such talent? No Mr Black, I’m much more interested in redirecting your talents to a more...effective avenue.”

Trying to wrap his head around whether this man was friend or foe, he probed for more information.

”Right fine, you’ve got my attention. What avenue are we talking about here”.

Turning his head to make eye contact with Lucas, Mr Grey’s wry smile was replaced by a stern look of purpose.

”This, Lucas, is Special Recruitment and Retention Division 3, a subsection of Her Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service dedicated to finding and retaining talent necessary to conduct Her Majesty’s most discreet and sensitive missions. You have been identified as a potential asset to this division and thus it is my job to bring you into the fold. Right now you’ve got about 101 questions running through your mind, but there’s one I need to ask first...”

He leans across the table and removes his cigarette,

”...are you in?” 

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That was 6 years ago. Lucas has gone from a self serving, criminally-inclined amateur to a professional, task-driven asset to his country. His unique insight into each side of the law positioned him to be capable of a wide variety of taskings. 2 years into the job, he was the pivotal asset in a high stakes operation to uncover a large scale arms-dealing operation involving members of the armed forces supplying weapons and ammunition to domestic terror groups. Having been embedded with the unit responsible for 4 years, he brought them down with the help of a whistleblower, Sgt Jeffery Jacobs, and having completed the operation successfully, they became lifelong friends. Due to the uncovering of their identities at the conclusion of the bust, it was deemed unsafe to keep them in the UK, and so both men were sent off on a low-risk tasking to an obscure Eastern-European country; Chernarus. Here Lucas undertook the advisory role to the ambassador whilst 'JJ' served as permanent training staff to the Close Protection Units tasked to the embassy.

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The rest of the story is part of the 'Last Bastion' group background.


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