Lucas Hyde

Lucas Hyde

Cahalith Ghost Wolves

Glory Renown ●●

Played by Lykas

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Description:

Lucas for his size of 5 feet and 5 inches is built very muscular. He brings a weight of about 150 pounds on the scale. His brown hair is pretty short. A view with his aquamarine eyes can make your heart beat faster. Like his music, he is also versatile. Sometimes he is charming and sometimes tough, but he is always himself. He can lose himself in his music and is then as in a trance.

His choice of clothing is always stressed body. If the weather permits, he is in a T-shirt and jeans on the road.

His body hair changes from brown to gray-brown mixture. In Gauru he is almost completely gray. In his wolf forms, a lighter shade of black playing with his fur.

Background:

Hi, my name is Lucas Hyde. I'm the former guitarist of “Souls Awakening” and I once led the band "Storm's Voice”. Maybe you heard of that one. We had a hit single a few years back. Anyway, I'm gonna tell you something about myself.

About 23 years ago I grew up in Derrington, Colorado. Derrington. It's a city like Silent Hill. But without the cool, creepy atmosphere. Therefore there's a lot of fog and boredom.

My father, Christopher Hyde, was a mechanic. My mother, Jean Hyde...I have no idea what she did. But, to be honest, I'm not particularly interested. I've two older brothers: Daniel and Jack. Then there's Mary, my younger sister.

I always got on well with my dad and Jack, but the rest: I never got along. My mother was strict and sometimes even brutal. Daniel was always her favorite, you see. Well, as the first born, that's understandable. Mary isn't bad. She's just the annoying little sister who's tough on the nerves.

When I was 12 my dad was killed. He and Dan were on a hunting trip when a bear killed him. It seemed that everyone else took it real calm. Me? It hit me real hard. Real hard.

I decided to go my own way. I grabbed my guitar and a few other things and, with $100 in my pocket that I stole from mom's purse, I ran away...

When the 100 bucks ran out, I tried to earn a living playing music...doing construction work. I washed cars...sold newspapers...heck, I'll admit it. I even stole.

"It is as if a spirit watched over me music," my father always said. It was he who gave me my first guitar. Music was my favourite subject at school. One of my dad's work colleague's even got me into a church choir. Even my mother seemed to like my music. She used to say; "At least it's something he can do."

Music was the greatest thing for me - it still is today.

Sometimes, out on the road, I'd go with some perver if they wanted to pay me to have “fun” with them. I'd roll 'em. Take their money and run. A swift kick in the...well...you know...ain't a single one of them gonna report it.

I'm gay, but I have my pride.

I'd sleep in churches or at the county jail if the police caught me. It was in the churches that I learned to play piano.

I ended up in a bunch of care homes and orphanages. I never stayed in one long enough for it to be home.

When I was 16 and living in Crawford, Nebraska, I made friends with a bunch of other kids: David, Carlos and Ronnie. We started our first band. We did a few gigs. Played on a few private parties too. It was a good time.

But somehow I had no real feeling of "home."

By the time I was 17 I was back on the road. Driving across the States.

That was when I had my first vision.

It was the night of my birthday. Me and a few guys were hanging out. Playing music. Then, when my music reached its climax, I had a vision. Carlos had being shot!

I got a call the next day. Telling me what I already knew: Carlos was dead.

The visions kept right on coming after that.

By the time I was 21 me and the guys from "Storm's voice" had an album out. I heard about mom and jack dying...oh yeah: and I had my first Change.

My First Change. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

It wasn't as spectacular as I hear it from others. On the contrary, I slept as if it had happened.

For a few nights I'd had the feeling I was been watched. On 13 December, it happened then.

It began with a series of nightmares. For several nights I'd had these nightmares. Real bad ones. I'd wake up literally sweating blood!

But on the night of the 13th I didn't wake up. Something had crept into my dream. I felt pain like never before. While I slept, I felt like I was moving. Sleepwalking.

I left my room and took up a song, as if sung by angels.

The wonderful feeling of the song and the pain of this "something" mingled in a way that I would not even wish on my worst enemy. I'm kind of wandered from the town where I and the band were staying. I must have walked a half a mile along those rain wet roads.

With a sudden crack in the clouds, Luna's light shone on me and my body was bathed in soothing warmth.

I howled! I howled with a voice that I could never have made. I howled with the choir as my body literally tore apart! The first thing that I really saw that night was the stunned face of a woman. I watched as my hand turned into a paw!

The woman's body felt to dust.

I fainted.

My band mates found me the next day. Naked by the roadside. They were surprised, but didn't ask any questions. Hey, that's rock n'roll.

A couple of days later I met Eric Smith. At first I figured him for a fan. But it turned out he was like me. He was a "Cahalith" of the "Hunter in Darkness." He'd being watching me for a while. He'd had these visions about a young pup and had come looking for me.

Eric taught me to be what I am - Uratha.

He taught me the basics in order to survive in the world and werewolf society. I learned about the stories of Mother Luna and Father Wolf, and learned many songs from him.

The hardest to learn was First Tongue. After about eight months, he suddenly took leave of me. He said I must find my own way.

And that's what I'm doing. What I've always done.

I got my Jeep. I got my caravan and I'm heading west over the Rockies.

The next goal, Sacramento...