Lucan Tarchia

Name:	Lucan Tarchia
Candidate At:	?
Homeworld:	Mythicalae
Species:	Human
Age:	19
Sex:	Male
Height:	5'10"
Hair:	Dark blonde, straight and worn fairly short
Skin:	Weathered but pale
Eyes:	Brown
Family:	Fyora, older sister; mother, father, and other siblings live elsewhere
Residence:	Shivran Aerd
Position:	Dishwasher and occasional duster; general all-around servant
Description:	Lucan, or Luke, looks particularly nondescript: he is neither short nor tall, neither slender nor bulky, with very little outstanding about his features. His skin is not dark, but nor is it pale, and his eyes are a murky, average shade of brown. Even his dishwater blonde hair is hardly remarkable, straight and cut simply around his ears. He doesn't have the spare cash for fancy clothing, and given that he spends a lot of his time in the kitchens washing dishes, fine cloth would only be ruined anyway, so his attire is less than eye-catching, as well. The only brilliant thing about him is his smile and friendly and helpful manner, though even then he is usually just taken as a good servant and ignored all the more.
Personality:	His open smile and friendly appearance is far from feigned: Lucan is as honest and helpful a person as they come. He's eternally optimistic, always ready with a reassurance that everything will be all right, and if he seems a bit simple in taste and outlook on life, well, he's just such a nice person that, that is easy to overlook. He seems, in fact, to just be an all around great guy: willing to do any kind of work, always trying to help someone and yet somehow knowing when someone doesn't want help, patient and kind and good with little children and animals. Where's the catch, you ask? Well, here it is: Lucan is not quite as sane as most people think he is, and certainly not as sane as he thinks he is, himself. For the most part it's impossible for his co-workers and casual acquaintances to tell there's anything wrong with him, as his oddities are very specific, but anyone who actually spends more time with him than just work would make the discovery quickly enough. Whenever he has the leisure time, you see, Lucan is either stalking (in the best sense of the word, of course) or at the very least talking about the Aerd-lady Drakiera. His most obvious oddity is that he is quite obsessed with her and under the delusion that she is every bit as obsessed with him-- only she hides it, so as not to make anyone at the Aerd jealous or uncomfortable. He thinks that he is the best thing in the world for her, and nothing and no one has been able to convince him otherwise. In actually, Drakiera could care less about him and might not even know his name, though she does use him as a willing medical subject whenever she needs a human. As he is completely harmless and perhaps even amusing, if she is even aware of his romantic intentions, Drakiera has yet to squish him into paste, though he has gotten the sharp end of her assistant Kin's tongue on more than one occasion. No matter, he thinks, that Kin doesn't understand that he is meant for his Lady; he will find a way to impress everyone with his devotion to her, someday... and most likely, his Lady won't even notice.
Abilities:	Lucan is about as psionic as a mud-brick, and given that native Mythicalaean human have no Majyck, he is about as Mayjckal as one, as well. Perhaps even less. He has no fighting skills except the playful wrestling or boxing that most peasant boys learn, and no particular gift with intellect or persuasion. About the only things he's good for, in the way of talents, are comforting children and washing things. Perhaps, if given a working farm, he could remember how to pull off a halfway descent harvest, but I wouldn't get my hopes up.
History:	Lucan's family used to be farmers before a drought drove them off their farm and into a nearby village, working as general help-about-town, when Lucan was eight. Unable to support their large family, his parents eventually had to sent the older children out in pairs to find work at other places. Somehow or another, Lucan and his older sister Fyora ended up at Shivran Aerd, working in the kitchens. They have been there ever since, with only brief forays into other tasks like dusting, laundry, or even polishing the silver. He has many admirers amid the kitchen staff for his gentle and willing nature, and sweet smile, but only a few actual friends, and them rather odd, themselves. But then, one might need to be odd in order to understand his own strangeness.