Fort Weyr

Lu'ka
Portrayed By	Luka Sulic - 1/2 of 2Cellos
Age	41
Height	6'2
Eyes	Green
Place of Birth	Southern Boll Hold
Home	Fort Weyr
Dragon	Bronze Roth
Craft	Harper Hall
Rank	Journeyman
Position	WeyrHarper
Specialties	Instru playing/making & rhythm/drums
Song	Youth Gone Wild

Description

Lu'ka is a tall man at six foot two with an athletic build, dark brown hair and green eyes in his early forties. The journeyman's hair is clean-cut with hints of grey starting to appear. If any growth is allowed, it will try to curl without a thought. The man's face is usually clean shaven, but he has been known to let go for a few days at times when he's feeling on the lazy side. He has a nice complexion but could do with a few more hours out in the sun every sevenday. When his arms are bare, tattoos can be seen.

Lu'ka is almost always very well dressed, that tends to happen when your mother is a Journey weaver and a Tailor. Right now, he is wearing a bright blue shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, and a thick pair of finely woven pants in dark blue to keep him warm from the freezing temps. To keep him cozy and warm he's wearing a wool lined hooded long coat made of the softest hide. It's the shade of forest green that matches his nicely broken-in boots exactly and has large pockets that hold an assortment of things he needs.

He wears knots that show him as a Journeyman WeyrHarper and Fortian Bronzerider

History

Leuka, sometimes Luk, was born wayyyy too early one morning, according to his mother, Sulic Tulloce, at Southern Boll Hold. She's a Journey Weaver who specializes in dressmaking. He knows his father was a bluerider that spent a few months at Southern Boll Hold back in the day, and that his mom considers him a good man but that it just didn't work out. Beyond that, his father's identity is unknown, To this day Luk keeps an eye for blueriders of the right age that have his build and features. Maybe he'll come across the man one strange day.

He had a typical childhood, did his chores, snuck off to play with friends, got into trouble here and there but nothing too serious. He studied and did his lessons just like other hold brats, but it was obviously with reluctance, he would have rather been off finding something interesting to do. That changed though when he took an interest in music. Leuka was like a little sponge with all things music. He couldn't really carry a tune, but he could learn to play most any instrument with a passing grade. But he excelled on anything with strings, making them sing for him, and percussion instruments. His enthusiasm when playing was not always appreciated though, since he's known to be quite rough on instruments when he's lost in the music. So much so, that he's turned his hand towards instrument making. His first attempts were almost laughable, but he gets better with each new creation under his belt.

Over the turns, one fellow musician, Thautseruck, seemed enthusiastically bent on always showing Leuka up or sabotaging him in some manner, which drove him to constantly perfect his skills and think outside the box when playing or writing music. When they were still apprentice's several Journeyman suggested that separately, they were both great at what they do. But if they were to work together, they could surpass their own limits as musicians. Turns out that everyone was right. They started working together rather than trying to show the other up, and the outcome soon had them both walking the tables to earn their Journeyknots. Not long after that, about a turn, they were posted to Fort Weyr. So Leuka was off for a wild ride with lots of head banging and foot stomping along the way.

The first couple of turns at Fort were spent sharing WeyrHarper duties like instructing Apprentice Harpers, lessons for Weyrbrats, and entertaining Weyrfolk in general. It didn't take long for him to become well known at the tavern. He rarely hesitates joining other Harpers and various Fort musicians with instruments on stage, even though he NEVER sings. Most everyone has at least one vice and Leuka is no exception. His happen to be drinking and gambling. Mainly.

One day, Gold Kouzevelth rose to lead Fort's Bronzes and a few Browns on a merry chase, with Bronze Teimyrth beating out all his competition. A couple of sevendays after Kouzevelth's eggs graced the sands, Leuka was asked to stand for the clutch. After realizing the dragon was serious and not showing off his sense of humor, Leuka accepted a candidate knot. He found the new lessons interesting, most of the chores, not so much. Most of his Harper duties were being covered by the other JM during Candidacy…….and Weyrlinghood as it turned out. A big Bronze dragonet named Roth stalked him across the hot sands and decided to rename him Lu'ka!

Weyrlinghood was an adventure for them both and at graduation the Bronzling pair were tapped into Haast Wing. No matter how many Turns go by, somethings never change. When Lu'ka isn't tending to Roth, teaching lessons, crafting instruments, or doing Wing duties, he's probably drinking and playing at a tavern somewhere on Pern.

Family

Friends

Dragon

This Dragon For Hire Bronze Roth

They say that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, and seldom is that more accurately represented than in this bronze. He's a formidable dragon, all sharp edges and lean angles, stunted of maw with deep-set eyes that peer from beneath a long, sloping brow. Headknobs are viciously twisted, more akin to horns or the warped branches of a tree than traditional telepathic receptors. It is not the first hint of arboriousness to define him - indeed, his very hide appears variegated, strong, ageless bronze streaked over and over with lines of sepia and umber, tracking across his flesh in markings akin to the armored bark of an ancient tree. Neckridges rise in jagged crags, surging from his spine like so many axed stumps, ending as abruptly as they rose. His wings are no less grisly, bent and twisted things that prove themselves flight-worthy in their vast expanse alone, for thin, finger-like spindled excuses for wingspars certainly lend them no credence. This dragon's tail operates much like his every joint and knuckle, knobby to a fault, ending in two long tailtips with a fondness for creeping ground wards. Only the crest of his head seems to harbor any sort of softness of physical demeanor - nestled in amongst dips and valleys of striated color are pale shoots of springtime green, dank crusts of feldspar, mottling over his brow like so much moss, containing within their nurturing depths small hints of leaf matter, perhaps hinting at a gentleness to his nature that can't help but break ground.

Firelizards

Take Care With Your Words - Scribe ((MISSING IN A THUNDERSTORM!!))

«< One dark stormy night around ten turns ago, the thunder scared her so bad she flew off and never returned »>

Dapper Dandy in Navy Blue Whistler

He's a rich navy blue, this firelizard, and such a blue: embossed like so much fine tapestry with not-too-subtle lines that accentuate his fine bones and dapper way of going about his business. Not business in the sense of work, mind you — he's far too decorative for that! — but the important proceedings of life: fine dining (the more mobile and many-legged, the better), gambling (if he knocks over an objet d'art, will it break into two pieces or a whole lot?) and, of course, being oiled. Frequently. Thoroughly. Without particular thanks, beyond a glance from dark-lined eyes before he flutters off to his next grand exhibition.

Logs

Leuka's Playlist

Lu'ka's Jukebox Is Currently On The Fritz!

Gallery

Tattoos

Right Forearm

Left Upper Arm