No one knows much about him. In his 2317 years of living, he has been many jobs, grave digger, Surgeon, Hitman, murderer, man, women. He wasn't like the other dwarfs, he was different. He didn't like mining or technology. He liked guns.
In the beginning, all life forms ad access to a special power known as The Eye, The Tongue, The Ears, The Sense & The Hand. This ability allowed the host to see up to the horizon, hear an ant walking, smell the rain, taste every single particle, and feel even the smallest ripple in a puddle. Luca had access to The Sight and The Hand.
He sat at home, home being an old warehouse. Fiddling with an old gun. His first gun. Made by dwarves for humans and elves in the Fight of Dragons. He opened it and stared at its new pimped out interior. Kinetic spring, deep storage unit portal, bullet randomizer, electrical propulsion. He closed the old but new looking gun. The Handgun was based on this design and achieved a very similar look, this was better for him as the new handgun was a lot weaker than this Tampered Death machine.
He messed up while shooting a targeted victim. This would cost him. The bullet randomizer had picked out a nut from his DSU and shot it opening the gun barrel accidentally and propelling the gun into his face. He stumbled and shouted. A group of people who had formed below looked up and shouted: "GET HIM!". Luca ran with a broken nose to the nearest house and jumped into a window. He lay down silently. He woke up in a hospital bed with a bandage on his face and a drip. He was in a dimly lit room filled to the brim with ranged weaponry of all sorts. He smiled.
