Who's Afraid of the
big bad wolf
"Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?"
Luka Biškup
Lycan
You stare at me like I'm brain dead "Dr. Bad News" came with meds. Think I'm suffocating under water bad enough. Empty promises and lies are made with deeper cuts. I'm okay, unafraid. When my lungs collapse, it's overkill.
| Information | |
|---|---|
| Birth Name | Luka Biškup |
| Age | 106 |
| Birthdate | 10/26/1919 |
| Rank | Slave |
| Master | None |
| Status | Single |
| Orientation | Open Minded |
| Position | Switch |
this bio is an original creation for roleplay purposes and is a work of pure fiction. - do not replicate
Rules
| Breakdown | |
|---|---|
| Timezone | -7 |
| Schedule | Varies |
| Reply Dates | Tues & Fri |
| OOC | Full Time |
| Poking | 2 Weeks + |
| Dropping | Discuss |
Poking, Reminders and Dropping
If at any point I take longer than 2 weeks to reply please poke me in DM's as needed and I will get to it as soon as I can. If you have poked me and I have not gotten to it within 3 days please feel free to remind me. Dropping threads is fine but please always discuss it so that we can establish an ending for it, or it's canons.
Timezone & Schedule
My timezone is -7 and as of right now I work full time as well as attend school. My reply times will vary but Tuesday's and Friday's are when I am most free.
Disclaimer
You understand that beyond this point contain the triggers listed on this page. Continuing past this point means you consent and understand that this bio contains topics that some may find uncomfortable or inappropriate.
| triggers |
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| Death |
| Gun Violence |
| Alcohol |
| Drugs |
| Abandonment |
| Neglect |
| Blood |
| Hospitals |
| Fights |
| Crimes |
| Self Destruction |
| Mental Illness |
Dossier
| Background | |
|---|---|
| Birthplace | Osijek, Croatia |
| Current Home | Seoul, South Korea |
| Ethnicity | Mixed - Korean, Chinese & Croatian |
| Language(s) | Croatian, Bosnian, Korean, Mandarin, Brazilian |
| Parents | Mother - Shen Jiao Xian, Father - Jure Biškup |
| Siblings | None |
| Other Family | Maternal Grandfather - Shen Qiang Wei, Maternal Grandmother - Shen Xiao Hua |
| Significant Other | None |
| Children | None |
| Pets | None |
Appearance
Faceclaim Pinkray, Yue Yue - OnerHair BlondeEyes Pale GreenHeight 178.9 cm / 5'9Build 70kg / 155lbs + Slim, lean muscleDominant Hand RightScars Forehead Above Eye - Fighting, Wrist - Attempted Suicide, Collarbone - Gunshot, Knee - Surgery, Stomach - Fights, Under Left Nipple - Knife FightTattoo's Many, his first one was a planet on his chest.Piercings Ears, Belly ButtonOther Remarkable Features Mole on cheek, chest and neck, light freckles, heart shaped birthmark on inner elbowScent Bergamot peel, Blackcurrant Bud, Pink pepper, Damask rose, Black Orchid, Smoked tea, Black amber, Patchouli, Sandalwood
Calming like dusk. Dark but not heavy. Feminine, but on his own terms. The kind of scent someone leans into, not away from.
| Basics | |
|---|---|
| Chinese Name | Shen Minghao |
| Korean Name | Shin Joonseo |
| Zodiac | Scorpio |
| Gender | Male |
| Pronouns | He / Him |
| Orientation | Open Minded - Switch |
| Occupation | Underground Fighter - Body Guard |
| Place of Work | Viper Room - Seyfried |
| Species | Werewolf |
| Subspecies | Lycan |
| Wolf | Dusty Blonde |
Psychological
Likes Butter Mints, Sour Watermelon Lollipops, Hair Dye, Tattoos, Weird Hats, Makeup, Smoking, Drinking, Orchids, Chicken, Late Night Walks, Cherry Blossoms, Bunny Merch, Deep Conversations, Comfortable Silence, Adventures, Spontaneity, Challenges, Honeyberries, SpriteDislikes Guns, Serious Environments, Being Bored, Routine, Cucumber, Abandonment, Confinement, Bugs, Overly Sweet Foods, Superficial Interactions, Root Beer, Bourbon, Smoked Foods, Turkey, Carrots, LiarsHabits Putting Pens in his Mouth like Cigarettes, Chewing his Sleeves, Humming, Drinking, Applying Lip Gloss, Cracking His KnucklesHobbies Dancing, Clubbing, Charcoal Sketching, Shopping, Trying New Places to Eat, Star Gazing, TrainingFears & Phobias Fears + Religion, Birds / Phobias + Ravens, NeedlesWishes & Dreams To dismantle every church that follows The Almighty and practices the religion of The All SeeingMBTI INTJMoral Alignment Chaotic NeutralEnneagram Type Type 8, The Challenger
Medical
| Condition | Cause | Severity |
|---|---|---|
| Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE) | Repeated head impact or injury over-time | Minimal - Loses himself, becomes forgetful or moody |
| Ruptured ACL - Surgery Required for Healing | Changed direction to avoid impact, hyperextended | Minor - Causes some pain and discomfort |
| Acute Wrist and Finger Fractures | Punching, Blocking, and Grappling | Minimal to Minor - Often helped with therapy |
| Rotator Cuff Tear and Shoulder Dislocations - No Surgery Needed | Continual pulling, strain from grappling, punching, ground work and striking | Major - Causes pain often, physical therapy and massages needed |
Mental Health
Depression, Trauma, Anxiety, Insomnia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Substance Abuse (Alcohol, Cigarettes, LSD, Ecstasy), Overtraining Syndrome (OTS), Autophobia
Character Traits
Positive Traits:
- Captivating: Luka has a way of drawing people in with his nonchalant and mysterious demeanor.
- Charming: His laid-back charm is both attractive and disarming.
Intelligent: His playful glint and knack for turning interactions into games of wits suggest a sharp mind.
- Respectful: Despite his casual appearance, he commands respect from those around him.
- Confident: His ability to remain composed in chaotic situations showcases his self-assurance.
- Intuitive: He seems to have a good sense of when to reveal his true nature, especially around close friends.
- Playful: His flirty and playful side adds a fun, engaging element to his interactions.
- Loyal: The warmth and ease he shows with close friends indicate a strong sense of loyalty and comfort.
- Mysterious: His aura of mystery adds an alluring depth to his character, making him intriguing.
- Adaptable: He can switch between different personas and attitudes based on the situation, showing versatility.Neutral Traits:
-Spontaneous: His adaptable and unpredictable nature make him dislike rigid routines or structured environments that limit his spontaneity. He often does unpredictable and more in the moment things rather than planning.
- Observant: Luka often seems to be assessing his surroundings and the people in them, taking in every detail.
- Physical: He uses physical affection as his primary love language, indicating a tactile approach to interactions.
- Calm: His ability to maintain a nonchalant attitude, even in dire circumstances, is a defining feature of his demeanor.
- Tense: Around strangers or those he dislikes, he maintains a tense atmosphere, which can be perceived as either intimidating or respectful.
- Silent: When he decides to appear serious, he often communicates more through his presence and actions than through words.
- Hands-in-Pockets: His habit of keeping his hands in his pockets can be interpreted as either casual or defensive, depending on the context.
- Smoldering: His constant smolder in the eyes adds to his mysterious and captivating aura, but can also be seen as intense or brooding.
- Subtle: His flirty side is subtle, which can make his interactions either more intriguing or less direct, depending on the recipient's perspective.
- Playful: While his playful nature is listed as a positive trait, it can also be seen as neutral, simply as a style of interaction that he uses.
- Introverted: His detached demeanor and preference for close, trusted friends might suggest a level of introversion, though this is not explicitly stated.Negative Traits:
- Disarming: While captivating, his nonchalant attitude can sometimes make him seem less serious or committed.
- Unnerving: His disturbing calmness in dangerous situations can be unsettling for others.
- Guarded: With strangers or those he dislikes, he maintains a tense and playfully dangerous presence, which can be off-putting.
- Manipulative: His measured actions and words can sometimes feel like he's keeping others at a distance intentionally.
- Intimidating: His mysterious and intense nature can be intimidating, especially when he decides to appear serious.
- Unpredictable: His ability to switch from carefree to intense can be jarring and unpredictable, potentially causing confusion or discomfort.
- Detached: Despite his warmth with friends, his overall demeanor can come across as detached or aloof.
- Enigmatic: His complex nature can make it difficult for others to truly understand or connect with him on a deeper level.
- Playful to a Fault: While playful, his flirty nature might sometimes be perceived as insincere or overly flirtatious.
- Controlling: His inhuman-like composure in chaotic situations hints at a level of control that might be seen as manipulative.
Personality
Luka is the epitome of a cool, collected individual who carries himself with an air of nonchalance that is as captivating as it is disarming. With a constant smolder in his eyes and a smirk that hints at a world of untold stories, he has a knack for making those around him feel both intrigued and slightly off-balance. His demeanor is a delicate balance of laid-back charm and a hint of danger, a combination that keeps people guessing.When Luka walks into a room, his hands often tucked casually into his pockets, it's clear that he's not easily impressed by the world around him. He carries an aura of mystery, a sense that there's always more to him than meets the eye. His flirty side is subtle yet noticeable, a playful glint in his eye that can turn any mundane interaction into a game of wits.Despite his soft, almost ethereal appearance, Luka has a presence that commands respect. Those who underestimate him often find themselves quickly realizing their mistake. With a simple shift in his gaze, he can transform from a seemingly carefree spirit into someone whose intensity is palpable. His mysterious nature is both alluring and intimidating, leaving an indelible mark on those who cross his path.One of the most unsettling aspects of Luka is his smile, particularly in dangerous situations. When faced with dire circumstances, he often maintains a nonchalant attitude, his smile never wavering. This disturbing calmness can be deeply unsettling for those around him, who find themselves questioning his true feelings or intentions. His ability to remain composed in the face of chaos is both admirable and slightly unnerving, as it hints at a level of control and confidence that is almost inhuman.Around his close friends, Luka's true nature shines through. He is touchy, using physical affection as his primary love language. His interactions are filled with easy laughter and a warmth that belies his otherwise detached demeanor. It's in these moments that he is most himself, completely at ease and unguarded.However, when he encounters strangers or those he doesn't particularly like, Luka's presence becomes more guarded and playfully dangerous. He maintains a tense atmosphere, his actions and words carefully measured to keep others at a distance. His playful nature takes on a sharper edge, a reminder that beneath his mellow exterior lies a depth of character that is both captivating and slightly unnerving.It is only when Luka decides to appear serious that others truly understand the gravity of the situation. His shift from a carefree demeanor to a focused and intense state is a clear signal that something is amiss, and it often means that those around him have crossed a line. This sudden change can be jarring, as it highlights the depth of his character and the power he holds, even when he appears to be the most relaxed.In essence, Luka is a complex tapestry of contradictions. He is chill and mellow, yet capable of intensity; mysterious and playful, yet intimidating when the situation calls for it. His charm is undeniable, and his ability to switch between different personas makes him a figure of fascination. Whether he's engaging in flirty banter or sitting silently with his hands in his pockets, Luka remains a captivating enigma, always leaving those around him wanting to unravel the layers of his personality.
Fighter - "Big Bad Wolf"
Class LightweightFighting Styles Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Kick Boxing, Judo, Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ), Bare KnuckleThe Fights Legal and Illegal fighting, often underground, bare knuckle and in extreme cases to the deathReputation Fists are categorized as "biters", quick snapping, bone breaking and lethal. Match stats are 3 MTD - 0 KO - 560 W, with the 3 MTD (Medical Take Downs) being forced forfeit by a medical professional to prevent permanent present and future damage.
Lycan - Blonde Wolf
Notable Features
Often unstable in early transitions, quick tempered, retractable claws and fangs in human form close to a full moon.
Wolf Longer legs, white and caramel coat with pale green eyes that almost appear goldish yellow. Fierce and fast.
Abilities
Powers Heightened senses, accelerated healing (slower than Moon Children), enhanced agility, super-strength, ability to turn Humans to Lycans.
Weaknesses Silver, wolfsbane, lunar eclipses, electricity, insanity, Vampire bite.
The Story
In the shadowed halls of a grand mansion, where the echoes of power and secrets whispered through the corridors, Luka was born a lycan. His eyes, a piercing pale green, held the weight of a legacy forged in blood and shadows, a legacy that would shape his destiny from the very moment of his first breath. He was the son of Jure, a lycan mafia lord whose ambition was as ruthless as it was boundless, and Jiao Xian, a dark witch of ethereal beauty and grace, the daughter of the formidable sin of wrath mafia king, Qiang Wei.The love story of Jure and Jiao Xian was a tapestry woven with threads of forbidden passion and relentless pursuit, a love that dared to defy the boundaries of their worlds. For years, Jiao Xian had pleaded with her father, begging for his blessing to marry Jure. Qiang Wei, driven by a love that was both fierce and protective, refused. He saw Jure as a man of violence and chaos, a life he never wanted for his precious daughter. But Jiao Xian's heart was unyielding, a flame that could not be extinguished. She loved Jure with a depth that transcended reason, and their love, like a wildfire, consumed them both.Against all odds, they eloped, marrying in secret. Though Qiang Wei's hatred for Jure deepened, he allowed them to remain married for his daughter's happiness in her little moment of what he saw as temporary swaying. But not without conditions. They were to move to China, Jure continuing his work by means of travel if need be, and a blood oath between the two men that promised Jure would ensure Jiao Xian's safety. It was a promise forged in the depths of frustration and insurance, a vow that would forever bind their fate, that if anything happened to his daughter Jure would lose something of equal value.Of course Luka’s father was not aware of that meaning’s true intention, thinking he had all the money in the world to pay the price for whatever was to come.Luka was born two years after their marriage, into a world that was both perfect and perilous. Jiao Xian, sheltered from the dangers of her husband's world, doted on Luka with a love that was both fierce and tender. She would spend hours rocking him to sleep, her soft lullabies filling the room with a gentle melody that seemed to ward off the shadows of the outside world. Luka's laughter was her greatest joy, and she cherished every moment they spent together, even if it was often stolen in brief, precious intervals.
Luka's father, Jure, was a different story. A man of few words and even fewer smiles, Jure carried the weight of his responsibilities like a heavy cloak. He was a figure of authority and strength, a man who commanded respect and fear in equal measure. Yet, beneath his stern exterior, there beat a heart that loved his son deeply, even if he struggled to express it.Jure's love for Luka was a quiet, steadfast force, a constant presence that was felt rather than seen. He would often watch Luka from afar, his eyes softening as he observed the boy's antics and adventures. Jure wanted to be a part of Luka's life, to be the father he himself had never had, but the demands of his world pulled him away, leaving a void that grew more noticeable with each passing day. Jure tried to make up for his absence in the ways he knew how. He would return from his travels with gifts that he hoped would make Luka happy, each one a tangible symbol of his love. He would ask Jiao Xian what Luka wanted, or he would buy the latest popular toys, believing that material possessions could fill the void of his absence. Yet, as Luka grew older, the material gifts began to feel like empty gestures, a poor substitute for the father he longed to know.One day, Jure decided to take Luka on a special outing, hoping to bridge the gap that had formed between them. He took Luka to a secluded part of the estate, where he kept his collection of firearms. Jure believed that teaching Luka the art of dismantling and cleaning a gun would be a way to bond, to pass on a skill that was both practical and meaningful in their world. "Luka, today I'm going to show you something important," Jure said, his voice gruff with emotion. "This is how we keep ourselves and our family safe."8 year old Luka, wide-eyed and eager, watched as his father carefully laid out the parts of the gun on a cloth. Jure explained each component with patience, his hands steady and sure as he demonstrated the process.However, as he showed Luka how to clean the gun, his instructions took an odd turn. "Now, Luka, you see this part here? It's called the barrel. You need to make sure it's nice and clean, just like this," Jure said, his voice trailing off as he demonstrated with a cloth and some oil. "And this, this is the trigger. You have to be very careful with it. It's like... it's like a sleeping dragon. You don't want to wake it up unless you're ready."Luka listened intently, trying to follow his father's instructions, but he couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and amazment "Remember, Luka," Jure said, his voice softening, "this is not just about the gun. It's about responsibility, about protecting what matters most."Luka nodded, feeling a sense of connection that he had never experienced before with his father. In that moment, he saw a side of his father that he had never known, a man who was not just a stern figure of authority, but a teacher and a protector, even if his methods were a bit unconventional. Despite the awkwardness and the somewhat frowned-upon nature of the activity, Luka was happy. His father's effort to bond with him was something he would always cherish.
Jure's love, though quiet and sometimes misguided, was genuine, and Luka could feel it in the way his father's eyes softened when he looked at him, and in the gentle patience with which he taught him.It was a bond forged in the unusual, but it was a bond nonetheless, one that Luka would carry with him as he grew older, a reminder of the complex and often awkward ways in which love and responsibility intertwine.Luka's grandfather, Qiang Wei, however, was a different story. He had become increasingly hateful towards Jure since the birth of Luka. He saw the child as a further loss of his daughter, a symbol of Jiao Xian's growing distance from her true family.Qiang Wei's bitterness manifested in his cold treatment of Luka, as if the child were a tangible reminder of his daughter's allegiance to another family. He ignored Luka, glared at him, and acted as if the child did not exist, his resentment a palpable presence in their home.Luka's childhood on the outside, seemed perfect, but was far from it. He attended school only twice a week finding it hard to maintain friends, with most of his education coming from private tutors.The life of a mafia heir meant he couldn't have prolonged connections or weaknesses and as he got older Luka grew more lonely. He was no longer a little child that needed constant attention, his parents becoming more preoccupied—Jure with mafia business and Jiao Xian with the start of her fashion industry.They still tried their best to be there for Luka, to show they cared, but Luka was growing more rebellious with age.At the age of 14, Luka's training for the succession of his father's business began. Jure, determined to prepare his son for the future, tried to teach Luka how to protect himself and his mother. Despite Jiao Xian's protests, Luka was still taught how to hold a gun and the means to fight. But he barely paid any attention, longing for normalcy, Luka would often sneak away from the guards to do anything but this.By 16, Luka's world was one of constant tension with his father's demands and his constant defiance.He argued with his parents about going out with friends for his birthday, to have a day where he could have fun like any normal teen. But it was met with final words and rejection. Despite their warnings of the danger out there, Luka disobeyed and left the house.
Unbeknownst to him, his mother knew her son too well and had followed him, determined to keep him safe. To bring him home and apologize.Luka met with friends, had a night out and shared his first kiss with a boy he had met a few times at school. They had snuck alcohol, ran around causing trouble and even got a rather sketchy tattoo from some weirdo that called himself Spider. Never had Luka felt more free, more happy, more relaxed than he did right now. He wanted this to be his forever.In an alley behind a shady restaurant, Luka, inhaling his first cigarette, was unaware of the men with guns that had been following him for a while now. Being the heir to a rather dark kingdom and the son to a man with many enemies, when he was exposed outside anyone would take the opportunity. A gunshot rang out, the startle teen looking up in a panic just in time to catch his mother's falling body, both collapsing to the damp ground from the sudden weight."Ma?... Ma!?" Luka cried out, his voice laced with panic, fear and confusion. He cradled her in his arms, feeling the warmth of her blood seeping through his clothes. “Why are you here?! Why are you here?!”Jiao Xian's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at her son, her gaze filled with a sad relief and a love that transcended even death. "Luka," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "My Ming Hao’er.."Luka's heart raced as he pressed his hands against her wound, trying to staunch the flow of blood. "Ma, please, you're going to be okay," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "You have to be okay."Jiao Xian reached up a trembling hand, cupping Luka's cheek. Her touch was gentle, despite the pain she was in. "Ming’er, listen to me," she said, her voice growing weaker with each word. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my heart, my soul. Never forget that. I'm sorry we shelter you. I'm sorry."Tears streamed down Luka's face as he nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. "Stop, Ma, stop talking" he choked out. "Stop talking like that… you’ll be fine. You are fine.."Jiao Xian's eyes filled with tears, and she smiled sadly. "And I love you, my darling. More than life itself,” She choked, “Promise, promise me something.""Promise me you will live," Jiao Xian said, her voice fading. "Promise me you will find happiness, even if it's far from here. Promise me you won't fight with your father, he loves you so much. I am so sorry.. We kept you from feeling normal."Luka shook his head and whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I promise, I won't fight with Pa, but I won't promise the rest. You, you have to be there to make me happy. To… to nag me about picking my socks up.. And to eat my egg white not just the yolk."Luka, sobs wracking his body. "Ma. I won’t promise, because you will be okay."Jiao Xian's hand rubbed her son’s cheek one last time, as if trying to remember it's structure, before it fell away, and her eyes closed. A single tear slipping down her cheek, burning into Luka's hand where it fell. "I love you, Ming’er," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "Forever and always."
With those final words her body went limp in his arms. Luka held her tightly, his sobs echoing through the alley as he rocked her gently, begging her to stay, promising to never disobey again. The world seemed to slow as he cradled her, feeling her life slip away, her warmth fading from his arms. Her final moments were a mixture of pain and a desperate need to reassure her son, to let him know that despite everything, she loved him more than life itself. He screamed for someone to call 911, to call someone to help them until his voice gave out.The journey to the hospital was a blur of panic and desperation. Luka, curled up in the waiting room, sobbed as he tried to rub the blood from his hands, becoming increasingly aggressive until he collapsed numbly into a seat, staring at nothing. When Jure arrived, the air was thick with an unspoken tension. Jure's eyes were wild with a mix of fear, worry and anger, his fists clenched at his sides. He stormed over to Luka, his footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway.Without a word, he grabbed Luka by the collar, his grip tight and unforgiving. "You! Why can't you listen!? You, if she dies you did this!" he growled, his voice shaking with emotions he could not organize. He knew deep down it was wrong to say that, his son was still just a kid, but he was so distressed he couldn't think straight. "You disobeyed, and now look what's happened! Why do you never think!?" Jure shouted, his voice filled with a pain that cut deeper than any physical blow. "You never think about the consequences!"Luka, still in shock, could only stare at his father, tears streaming down his face. His fathers words mixed like fire to the oil thick guilt and pain Luka was already drowning in. He was right, he didn’t think, or maybe he was just thinking of himself.Qiang Wei, accompanied by Luka's maternal grandmother, soon followed. The harsh slap stung that suddenly met Luka’s tear stained cheek, a pain he felt he deserved, came from his grandfather's hand. From Qiang Wei. The sound echoing through the waiting room, the man shoved away from Luka by his father and a verbal war ensued.Tensions flared hotter than the sun as Jure and Qiang Wei argued, their voices rising in a cacophony of blame and accusation. "This is your fault!" Qiang Wei shouted, his finger pointed at Jure.The doctor emerged from the operating room in the middle of it all, his face grim. Jure and Luka both turned to face him, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. He knew. Before anything was said he knew.
She was gone."The bullet... it was too close to her heart," the doctor said, his voice somber. "We did everything we could, but... she didn't make it."The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Luka felt his world crumble around him, the floor tilting beneath his feet. He reached out a hand to steady himself, but it was too late. He collapsed to his knees, unfeeling, unseeing.Luka, numb and sinking, felt the world slow down, as if underwater. He did not hear his father's shouting or his grandmother's cries; he was lost in a sea of guilt that was drowning him.. The weight of his mother's death pressed down on him, a physical pain that threatened to consume him whole.Little did he know that pain wasn't just part of this unfortunate reality, that in that moment, his life would never be the same. The world had shifted, and he was left adrift, a prisoner of his own vices, the cruel hand of fate and the curse of his father's broken blood oath secretly slithering under his skin.It took weeks for things to settle enough for a meeting to take place regarding the broken blood oath. In those weeks Jure knew that his son was going to be in danger. When he was told that Luka’s life would end he did everything he could behind the scenes in order to protect what was left of his wife in this world. Because for Qiang Wei there was only one way to repay the loss of a life—with another life.He begged,bargained, negotiated, until Qiang Wei decided to show some mercy. But it was not true mercy. Qiang Wei changed the blood oath from death to loss, Jure would never see Luka again and Luka would be forced to serve him.With a cold, calculating glare, Luka was forced to his knees, his arm held out over a cold, hard table. Qiang Wei, along with his father Jure, watches as a dark witch approaches him with a sharp, oddly malicious looking blade in hand. They cut into Luka's wrist, and a blood curse that had been lying dormant inside suddenly surged to fulfill the punishment agreed upon. It felt as if his blood was being ripped through his veins, rushing to his wrist with a painful vigor.Luka cried out in pain, watching the outline of what looked like a small snake slithering under his skin towards his open wound. A black metal snake burst from his blood shooting further pain through Luka’s trembling body and wrapped tight around his wrist. The promise, the oath, the punishment for his mother's death his father made was to feel the pain of losing a son.Luka was now bound to Qiang Wei as a servant who could never disobey, to only go where he was told and do what he was told to do until Qiang Wei felt the price of losing his daughter was paid.The curse was cruel, sending physical pain through Luka, showing him his most painful memories, and making him relive his mother's death if he dared to resist. His eyes rose to his father but they did not meet him. Jure had looked away, stood up and left without a word, had, in Luka's eyes, abandoned him.
Years passed, and Luka, now much older, lived through generations, forced to serve Qiang Wei as his underground fighter, a lethal weapon known as the "Big Bad Wolf." His fists, deadly and feared, left a trail of destruction and terror in their wake. Luka's life was a never-ending cycle of pain and servitude, a constant reminder of the night that changed everything.Luka's days were filled with brutal training, fights, anarchy, and his nights with haunting dreams and the gnawing pain of his curse. He fought in underground arenas until his knuckles split, his name whispered with both fear, envy and awe. The Big Bad Wolf, they called him, a moniker that stuck like a brand. His victories were celebrated and Luka eventually found a sickening joy in them. Each fight was a reminder of the life he had lost, the mother he had failed to protect, and the pain she endured to save him.As the years turned into decades, Luka's reputation grew, and so did his resentment. He chafed under Qiang Wei's control, the curse a constant, painful reminder of his servitude. Yet, he could not resist. The curse was too powerful, too deeply ingrained in his being. It was a part of him now, a dark, twisted companion that never left his side.Luka's only solace came in the rare moments of being edged by the thought of freedom or the peaceful quiet where he could look back. When he could remember his mother's laughter and her gentle touch, the way her eyes sparkled with love and pride. Those memories were bittersweet, a reminder of the life he could have had, the family he could have been a part of.Luka grew with his flicker of defiance that refused to be extinguished, smoke that filled his lungs, sex that numbed his heart, drinking until he forgot, anything to either boost the edge or take it away. In his haze of intoxication the echo of his mothers love remained with him, a silent promise that he was not alone, that her spirit lived on in his heart, guiding him through the darkest of nights.Through all this, Luka had a friend named Kwin, who had been his constant companion and support. Kwin was the only person in Luka's life who had kept him alive through the darkest times. Their bond was forged in the fires of shared trauma and unspoken pain, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of insurmountable odds.One night, Luka found himself standing in the bathroom, a razor blade in his hand, the weight of his existence crushing him like a vice. He had reached his breaking point, the line between life and death blurred by the haze of despair. With a trembling hand, he drew the blade across his wrist, feeling the sharp sting of metal against flesh.
The blood flowed freely, a dark river of his own making, staining the white porcelain of the bathtub a deep, crimson red. He stepped into the water, the warmth enveloping him, a cruel embrace that promised release from his suffering.Luka lay back, closing his eyes, as the water swirled around him like a macabre dance. The pain was intense, a searing agony that cut through the numbness, but it was a different kind of pain, one that whispered of freedom and escape. He let the warmth of the blood and the water wash over him, hoping that the darkness would take over, that he would finally find peace in the void.Suddenly, his phone rang, shattering the eerie silence. Luka swore he had turned it off, but the insistent buzzing demanded attention. With a heavy heart, he reached out, his fingers slick with blood, and grabbed the phone. Kwin's name flashed on the screen, a stark reminder of the life he was about to leave behind.Reluctantly, he answered, his voice barely a whisper. "Luka, it's Kwin. I know you've been going through a rough patch, so I stopped by the store and picked up some chicken and beer. I figured we could hang out, watch a movie, and just chill. I'll be at your place in ten. Hey, Luka, thank you for being the only person in my life that made it feel like it mattered."Luka hung up, the weight of Kwin's words pressing down on him. He couldn't let his friend find him like this, couldn't burden him with the guilt of his death. "You asshole.. you are so annoying." He didn't mean it, at least not in the way most would think. With a surge of adrenaline, Luka forced himself to sit up, the room spinning around him. He reached for a towel, wrapping it tightly around his wrist, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. When getting dressed he noticed the phone said it was indeed on silent, it had no reason to buzz or go off.The time read 12:01 am at the time Kwin had called, a symbol of this mysterious occurrence, of the moment Kwin had saved him again.Weakly, Luka stood, his body trembling with exertion. He stepped out of the bath, the water dripping from his skin, a gruesome testament to his attempt. He dressed quickly, hiding the towel and the evidence of his failed escape. When Kwin arrived, Luka would greet him with a forced smile, a mask of normalcy that hid the turmoil within. He would listen to Kwin's stories, share a laugh, and pretend that everything was alright. For now, he would live, not for himself, but for the friend who had kept him alive through the darkest of nights.Their friendship was the only thing they had, a beacon of light in the dark abyss of Luka's life. They had each other, and the world couldn't take that apart, until one day it did.The bond between Luka and Kwin was unbreakable, forged in the crucible of shared pain and unspoken understanding. They were brothers in arms, fighting against the odds, against the darkness that threatened to consume them both.A couple of years had passed since Luka's suicide attempt, and life had taken on a strange rhythm. Luka found solace in the fights, in the adrenaline and the release of violence. Kwin was always there, a constant presence, a rock in the storm. One night, after a particularly brutal victory, Luka and Kwin walked home together, their steps echoing in the empty streets as they walked somewhere to celebrate.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, a glint of metal in his hand. The man rushed towards Luka, a knife held low, his face contorted with rage. Luka, caught off guard, felt the cold steel slice into his flesh.He staggered back, his hand flying to the wound, the warm, sticky feeling of blood seeping through his fingers. The world spun around him, and he collapsed to the ground, his vision blurring. Kwin reacted instantly, spinning around to confront the attacker. He landed a solid punch, sending the man reeling.But it was too late.Luka lay on the ground, his mind drifting back to that fateful night when his mother had been shot. He remembered the feel of her blood on his hands, the way her life slipped away, and the helplessness that had consumed him. The memories flooded back, a tidal wave of pain and loss.Kwin crouched by Luka, his voice a mix of concern and command. "Luka, stay with me. You're going to be okay." He assessed the wound, his hands steady despite the chaos. Luka looked up, his eyes meeting Kwin's, and in that moment, he saw the fear and the determination in his friend's gaze.But the man with the knife was not done. He got back up, his eyes wild with a mix of anger and desperation. He charged towards them, the knife glinting in the dim light. Luka reached out, trying to pull Kwin out of the way, but it was too late.As soon as Kwin turned around ready to swing again the man plunged the knife into his chest, a sickening sound echoing through the night. Kwin fell back against Luka, his body heavy and limp. Luka held him frantically, his hands pressing against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding,his own wound completely forgotten about."Kwin! No.. No you, you're going to be okay. Just hold on, okay? You’re okay, you are gonna be okay." His voice cracked with emotion, and he sobbed, the memories of his mother's death overwhelming him.Kwin, despite the pain, tried to keep the mood light. He laughed weakly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Well, this is a hell of a way to end the night, huh?I thought I would be taken out by something cool, l-like a sports car or a tiger. Everyone, everyone will make fun of me in the afterlife now."Luka shook his head and told him it wasn't funny, but he laughed a little, the sound bitter and tinged with tears as he tried not to break apart. “Shut up.. It’s not funny…. How can you joke right now?” His voice was a whisper, a quiet thing that was straining to keep itself from dropping to pieces.Still Kwin smiled at him. “Cause you look pretty when you smile, I can’t have this moment be too sad. I wanna go out with–with a bang. Well, in this case a shank.” He choked through the words. It wasn't funny, but Kwin laughed a little anyway, the blood sputtering from his lips, gagged on it with a stupid smile still plastered on his face tinged with suppressed fear.Someone called the ambulance and the police, their sirens wailing in the distance. But they were not the sounds of hope.Luka sat in the hospital, the familiar sterile smell and the beeping of machines bringing back memories he thought he had buried. Kwin hemorrhaged in the ambulance alone, with strangers, because he had been put in another ambulance despite his protests. “The blade's placement was too critical, we are sorry, there was nothing we could do.”
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The doctors asked if Kwin had any family, their voices distant and muffled. He shook his head as the nurses stitched him up, his own wound deep but did not hit anything vital.Luka found out later that he had been the target of the stabbing, Kwin just ended up in the middle of it, being the hero like he always did. The man had been angry about betting on the fight and losing his house when Luka won. It was a senseless act of violence, a twisted outcome of Luka's own cursed existence.Since then it had become a routine for Luka to call Kwin's phone, which he still pays for, every Sunday at 12:01 am.
He listens to the voicemail, the sound of Kwin's voice a bittersweet reminder of what he has lost. "Hey Luka, I know it’s you, who else would call my lame ass? You know what to do. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Luka used to roll his eyes at the stupid voicemail, now he can't help but find the goofy message comforting.He tells him about his week, about the fights, about the pain, and about the void that Kwin's absence has left behind. It's a ritual, a way to keep the connection alive, even if it's just in his own mind. "Kwin, I won another fight tonight. It was tough, but I did it. I wish you were here to see it, you would have laughed at the way I fell at one point. I miss your laugh, I miss you, man. I miss you so much." He paused, tears welling in his eyes but no longer able to be shed. "You're so annoying... you stop me from dying then go and die on me, asshole," Another pause, "I will call you next week, okay?" The line goes silent, and Luka hangs up, the weight of his loss pressing down on him like a physical burden.Even as 2 years passed, the aftermath of Kwin's death made Luka's world crumble around him constantly. The pain of loss was a constant companion, a gnawing ache that never seemed to subside. He found himself adrift, a man without an anchor, his life a never-ending cycle of fights and despair.The memories of Kwin and his mother haunted him, their ghosts whispering in the shadows, a reminder of the life he could have had, the family he could have been a part of. Desperate for a change, Luka approached Qiang Wei, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I want to be transferred to Korea. I need a fresh start, a chance to leave all this behind."Qiang Wei, ever the calculating master, saw an opportunity in Luka's request. He agreed, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and cruelty. "Very well, Luka. You will fight in Korea. But there is another condition. A woman there contacted me about her son’s need for a bodyguard and I owe her a favor, so on top of the fights you will be required to keep him safe. Don’t be like your father and mess that up. Oh, and remember, you are still mine. You will always be mine until the day I see fit to let you go, don’t get cocky just because you aren’t in the same country as me."Luka arrived in Korea weeks later, the city of Seoul a bustling metropolis of neon lights and towering skyscrapers. He found a place to stay, a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, a sanctuary from the chaos of his life. As he explored the new city, he stumbled upon a club called The Viper Room. The name alone was enough to pique his interest, and he pushed open the heavy doors, stepping into a world of shadows and secrets.The Viper Room was unlike any place Luka had ever been. It was a fighting club, a place where men and women came to test their mettle, to prove their worth in the ring. Luka watched from the shadows, his eyes taking in the spectacle, the raw, unbridled violence that played out before him. He felt a spark of something he hadn't felt in a long time—excitement, a sense of purpose.He approached the owner, a man that went by Taeseuk, with eyes that held a world of stories. "I want to fight here," Luka said, his voice steady and sure. The owner looked him over, a slow appraisal that seemed to strip him bare. "You've got the look of a man who knows how to handle himself. What's your name?""Luka."Taeseuk nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Well you look the part but can you figh, tomorrow here 10am. We will find out, until then what's your name?"Luka found a strange sense of freedom in The Viper Room. He was still forced to serve Qiang Wei, to fight in the underground rings, but here, he had a choice. He could pick his battles, dictate his terms. It was a small victory, a glimmer of control in a life that had been stripped of it. He threw himself into the fights, pouring all his pain, all his anger, all his loss into every punch, every kick. But even in this new life, the shadows of his past followed him.The memories of Kwin and his mother were never far, a constant reminder of the people he had lost, the family he could have been a part of. He found solace in the fights, in the adrenaline and the release of violence, but it was a fleeting respite, a temporary escape from the darkness that consumed him.Luka still called Kwin's phone every Sunday at 12:01 am as he always did. "Kwin, I'm in Korea now. It's different here. I found a place where I can fight, where I can dictate my battles. I wish you were here to see it. I wonder if you would be proud of me… I also have to watch some rich ladies stupid rich son. I wonder what joke you would have pulled on me about that… I miss you Kwin, like always. I will call you next week, okay?" The line went silent, and Luka hung up, the weight of it as heavy as it always was. But for now, he had found a place, a way to feel a little bit of false freedom.
Bonds
Father - Jure Biskup
Info
Werewolf - Lycan, Korean-Croatian Mix, Mother - Lycan, Father - Lycan
Status
Living - Sacrificed the ability to see his son in order to protect him from death, a loving father hidden behind a diamond shell.
Mother - Shen Jiao Xian
Info
Mage - Dark Witch, Chinese, Mother - Dark Witch, Father - Wrath
Status
Deceased - Was shot protecting her son from danger and later succumbed to her injuries at the hospital.
Grandfather - Shen Qiang Wei
Info
Sin - Wrath, Chinese, Mother - Wrath, Father - Pride
Status
Living - Resents Luka and used the blood oath to make him serve him until he says. Blames Luka for everything that happened.
Best Friend - Zhou Kaiwen (Kwin)
Info
Werewolf - Lycan, Chinese, Mother - Lycan, Father - Nulhound
Status
Deceased - Was killed trying to protect Luka from a crazy man, stabbed and later died on his way to the hospital due to his injury.
Master/Employer - Noctis Seyfried
Info
Immortal - Draconian, Chinese, Master
Connection
Luka was prompted the condition by Qiang Wei that he would have to become Noctis' bodyguard in order to come to Korea.
The Oath - Open
You find out the person you have noticed at the underground fights you frequent, for fun or to investigate, fights without an open purpose like the others do. You decide to deep dive, poke, drill as much information from Luka as you can, but he is a rock. No matter how much you chisel away he won't give in. You get him drunk and finally he spills that he is forced under a blood oath to fight, he used to find joy in the pain and now he is just annoyed he has to get hit so much. You don't know why but you want to find a way to break the blood oath, or even transfer ownership to yourself, so Luka will either serve under you, or you can let him free.
Tease - Open
Luka likes to tease, no he LOVES to tease. He will tease playfully until the person he is teasing is a blushing mess on the floor. You want to be the one that makes him melt for once, but its a challenge more than anything to get the man to crack. If you are up for this challenge you may try, if you succeed there are lovely, lovely rewards.Alternative: You want to be the one teased but for some reason he is just not interested in teasing you, little did you know that this was him teasing you. Being upset he did not pay attention enough to tease you amuses him, he finds it cute to get you riled up.
Friends with Benefits - Open
Luka is playful, and you like that about him. Depending on the situation he can be the big spoon or the little, the top or the bottom, but be aware no one has been able to top Luka. If you wish too, good luck, the benefits of doing so are grand. He will touch you sexually or tease as long as there is consent. Whether it is in public or in private, whatever your preference he will make it come true as long as you both feel good.If you want to try and top Luka you will need to plot out some things to get there, but I promise the man is just as good at being dicked down as he is at dicking someone down.
Challenger - Open
You are a fellow fighter that wants to fight Luka in the ring. You are determined to do this, to win, to take down the big bad wolf. You try to find his weakness by trying to get close to him, but the close you get the more you no longer want the scheduled fight to happen. But there is no way to stop it. You and Luka can either fight and then halfway through the fight stop, keep the fight going then regret it or completely forfeit, but either way there is regret in wanting to try and destroy him in the beginning.
Best Friend - Open
Somehow in some way you have found your way into becoming Luka's best friend, a rare occasion that seemed lost since he lost Kwin. But in some way you have become a friend, slowly getting closer and learning things about Luka you did not expect at all. Be it the weird things he likes, the cute things he secretly enjoys, or his obsession with butter mints you realize that this hard, mysterious, and intimidatingly dominant man has a soft side that is hard to see. Once you see it though, you are determined to always be someone to see it.
Friends with Affection - Open
Luka's love language is touch, he loves to touch when he is comfortable with someone after knowing them for a while. He likes to caress, hold, rub, cuddle and he loves when it done to him too. He is playful and a tease, but will never do anything without consent. In this connection you both just hang out, whenever some affection is needed. Nothing sexual happens, its a mutual need to feel connected or comfortable with someone safe, if kissing happens it happens but it does not go further.
Lover - Open, Need Strong Connection
It is exactly as it sounds, his lover. No one has been able to fill this roll or even come close to it outside Kwin, but they only joked about it since they did not see each other that way. You will have to work hard and depending on your position, will have to work harder if you want to be the dominant one in the relationship. If love does happen it will be slow, hard and difficult to gain trust but once trust is gained, loyalty and unconditional affection will be rewarded.
A Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend - Open
You are a rival of Qiang Wei, the mafia lord being someone that had done something to you in the past or present. When you find out Luka is one of his "lacky's" you instant look him up, follow him or have someone else follow him until you can grab him to talk in private. Its hard to crack Luka, but eventually you find out his story and try to work together to take Qiang Wei down. This can lead to a strange friendship, companionship or romantic interest.
Sheep in Wolves Clothes - Open
He seems so chill, so laid back and unbothered, so completely let go from things that would otherwise twist others apart. But you want to know, deep down is that really how he is? The closer you get to him the more you realize there are depths to this mysterious man. Behind the flirty, playful nature of his personality is something that has experienced things he does not let anyone see. But you want to see it all.
Coming Soon - Open
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Plots
Drinking Buddy Or Therapy? - Open
Luka's life as an underground fighter is a relentless cycle of pain, adrenaline, and the constant gnawing of his blood oath curse. Since the tragic loss of his best friend, Kwin, Luka has found solace in the bottom of a bottle, drowning his sorrows in a sea of alcohol. Kwin was the voice of reason, the steady hand that guided Luka home when he stumbled too far into the abyss of inebriation. Now, Luka seeks a new drinking companion, someone to share his nights with, to watch his back, and to understand the depths of his despair.As you step into Luka's life, you become more than just a drinking buddy; you become a confidant, a fellow traveler in the night. Together, you navigate the hazy, unpredictable world of late-night bars and dimly lit alleys. You learn to read the subtle signs of Luka's limits, knowing when to intervene and when to let him ride the wave of his own self-destruction. In return, Luka shares pieces of his fragmented past, his fears, and his dreams, creating a bond that transcends the ordinary.Your nights are filled with laughter, shared stories, and the occasional mishap, but beneath the surface, there's a silent understanding. You both know that Luka's drinking is more than just a habit; it's a coping mechanism, a way to escape the weight of his curse and the memories of his lost friend. As you watch each other's backs, you form a unique connection, one that is both comforting and dangerous, as you both teeter on the edge of your own personal abyss.This relationship is a dance, a delicate balance of support and self-destruction. You become Luka's anchor, the one who keeps him from drifting too far into the darkness, while also allowing him the freedom to explore his pain.
A Body In The Dark - Open
The dimly lit alley is a familiar haunt for Luka, a place where he often seeks solace from the chaos of his underground fighting world. Tonight, however, the alley has become his unintended sanctuary, a place where he lies unconscious, his body a map of bruises and cuts. His face is swollen and bloody, a testament to the brutal fight he endured earlier in the night. As the cool air nips at his skin, Luka shivers, his fever raging, a silent battle waging within him.You, an unlikely passerby, stumble upon Luka's motionless form. The sight is unsettling, a stark reminder of the harsh realities that lurk in the shadows of the city. You hesitate, weighing the risks and the potential consequences of getting involved. But something in Luka's vulnerable state compels you to act. You kneel beside him, feeling for a pulse, and are relieved to find a steady, if weak, heartbeat.With a mixture of caution and compassion, you begin to tend to Luka's wounds. You clean his cuts, applying gentle pressure to staunch the bleeding. His fever is alarming, and you know that if left untreated, it could lead to something far more serious. You decide to take him to a safe place, a decision that will alter the course of both your lives.As you nurse Luka back to health, you find yourself drawn into his enigmatic world. He is a puzzle, a complex tapestry of contradictions. His strength and resilience are evident in the scars that crisscross his body, yet there is a vulnerability in his eyes when he awakens, a silent plea for understanding and comfort.
NSFW
Acceptable
Hair pulling, Name calling, Anilingus, Blindfold Sex, Riding, Pinning, Grinding, Dominating, Being Dominated, Restraining, Voyeurism, Caressing, Light BDSM, Serviced, Servicing, Body worship, Breeding, Food play, Mirror play, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Wax Play, Biting, Temperature Play, Choking, Cock Warming, Face Fucking, Sensory Play, Body Jewelry (Ex. Nipple Clamps, Cock Bracelets, Body Chains), Cross Dressing, Multi Partner (Sexually Only, Not Romantically), Chest Worship, Milking, Dirty Talk, Tongue Play.
Unacceptable
Scat, Watersports, Bile, Age Play, Knife Play, Poly, Impact Play, Beastiality, Pet play, Fisting, Gimp, Abrasion Play
