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raised in foster care, luke has always been used to looking out for himself. but he always had big plans for himself. he was going to put together all the money he could, take it on his eighteenth birthday and leave the hellhole which was andor city.
as a young teenager, he worked a couple of jobs at a pizza place and service station, scraping together funds where he could. he also made some extra cash by doing small time drug runs across the city. his older foster brother would act as a go-between for bigger dealers and luke, who never asked questions, just took his backpack full of vacuum-sealed bags and biked from one place to another for the delivery. being the unscrupulous blond teen he was, he never raised many questions.
as one of eight kids in his foster home, luke was used to being overlooked. unfortunately, this also made him an easy target for the underground gene-tesing labs looking for human test subjects who 'wouldn't be missed'. when he was just a few days off from his eighteenth birthday and freedom, luke was biking home from what he thought would be his last drop-off when he was ambushed by a couple of enhanced humans and wrestled into the back of a dinged-up minivan.
for months after, luke endured round after round of endless torture, slicing apart his brain, his neck, his spine, and then piecing him together again. he was barely conscious enough to realise what they were doing, until one day he was suddenly shunted from his perpetual drug-induced state by a young scientist who smuggled him and a bunch of other subjects out. as they reached the doors of the facility, however, they were discovered and fired upon by security. luke was the only one who made it out by running. and he kept running, all the way to dawn city. he spent a few months healing up, then decided to finally test his wings. he tested his skills out stopping petty crime — car thieves and burglars — then moved on to bigger game. all on the name of testing his limits.
pretty soon he recognised that with a set of massive angel wings on his back he wasn't going to get any 'ordinary' job, nor have any type of secret identity. the local news began calling him malakim, "the dawn city angel", and he found that he quite liked being a celebrity. he got offered money for appearances at events, or for personal protection around the city, and made enough to move into a nice apartment in the inner city, where he lives currently.
001 | BASIC INFORMATION birth name *ೃ༄ luken "luke" larson
