[attr="class","ozappcont"]
Lucas could be described as your friendly neighborhood officer. The one children send gifts and letters to, their role model, the one that's popular with single moms. He has a big heart and a great sense of justice... even though both are being crushed by the guilt he carries around every day for eight years. It's very easy for him to feel guilty even for the tiniest mistakes he makes now. It doesn't matter if it's a life lost during negotiations or just simply bumping into someone and making them drop something.

He has worry-wart tendencies and is very caring, always ready to go all out to help. Anything that makes them feel better makes him feel better as well. He's the kind of guy who runs once you call him. The kind that buys everything you mention wanting. He doesn't care about the cost of it, even if it affects his own life. Lucas is like the sun. Warm. He enjoys bringing warmth to others, wrapping them in happiness even if he isn't. As he tries to make up for the mistakes in his life he puts himself in the background, not seeking any attention but instead gives it to others. And while he keeps giving he doesn't take. Because he feels like he doesn't deserve it.

Lucas always preferred honesty over lies but if authority tells him to keep his lips sealed he will follow orders without resisting. He's easily manipulated depending on the rank a person is holding but he can just as well manipulate others. With the years he's become great at lying without hesitating. He doesn't necessarily like it but sometimes there is no other option if it has a positive outcome for someone.


Lucas never met his parents. They passed away shortly after he was born, leaving him to live with his maternal grandparents. They treated him like their own son, offering him the best he could get. His grandfather was some high ranking police chief, his grandmother a stay at home wife. His life was pretty basic all throughout his childhood and teens. They lived in the suburbs of Lethford City. It was quiet and nothing ever really happened around there. It was the kind of life one often saw on tv.

His grandfather always expected him to follow in his footsteps. He started training at a young age but Lucas enjoyed it. The martial arts classes were like a hobby, the weekend trips to the shooting range were like a family tradition. Lucas never bothered to know how his parents had died and his grandparents always seemed to avoid the topic. He couldn't blame them. It was their child that had died.

One day in winter he was biking home from a friend's house, passing the Lethford River like usual. Part of it was frozen and he spotted a kid, perhaps just a year or two younger than him, being pushed onto the ice by a group of older teens. Lucas was born with this strong sense of justice - perhaps he inherited it from someone - so he walked over to them, not hesitating for even a second. He confronted the bullies and got into a fight with them resulting in him being pushed onto the ice as well. They ran away after that leaving him and the other kid alone.

Lucas had never been a fan of the cold, to begin with. He was a summer person and he loved their yearly vacations in Hawaii. He loved the heat, the sun, the warmth of it on his skin. And that's what he was longing for the moment the ice broke and he fell through into the freezing water. He managed to get the other kid to safety before the ice broke but as soon as he wanted to take a step to help himself it cracked - so fast he couldn't react. He lost the solidness of the ice under his feet and was wrapped in harsh coldness. It felt like needles poking through all of his body. His clothes didn't help, they made it worse, they dragged him down. The river from above looked calm but it was raging underneath.

He tried to go through everything he learned, to keep calm, to not move around much... but now that he found himself in this situation he couldn't help it but do everything the wrong way. He struggled as he tried to find a way up, hands desperately clawing at the ice above him. Shortly after he lost consciousness. He doesn't remember anything that happened after that but he does remember the feeling of the cold wrapping around him, lulling him to sleep, claiming all of his warmth. Ever since then he hates large bodies of water, even taking baths in a tub. He hates the feeling of having his head underwater and prefers to avoid rainy days in winter.

His grandmother put him straight to therapy to overcome this event. His grandfather had different ideas. His idea of helping overcome his newfound fear was to just repeatedly force him to experience it. Lucas didn't have much of a say but he wanted to scream whenever he was pushed into the pool in their garden. He hated it and it just made everything worse but for the sake of it ending he had to pretend as if it helped, pretend to be just fine again. He wasn't.

Once he was out of high school he spent a year traveling and then working various jobs given by his grandfather and volunteering here and there. As soon as he was old enough to apply for the academy he was pretty much thrown into it. The training was nothing compared to his grandfathers'. All the preparations did help in the end after all.

At the age of 22, still a rookie, he went on a walk with his dog at night. It was a beautiful, clear sky night. But there was this eerie feeling he couldn't stop sensing as he strolled around the neighborhood. It was when his dog yanked itself free, sprinting towards the street and forcing an approaching car to swerve around. Horrified he watched it crash before dialing 911 to call for help. He made his way over, his dog had run away after panicking, only to find an even more horrible scene from close up.

Most of the passengers were in such critical condition he couldn't help them. There was just this one girl that seemed to be in better condition and he dragged her out of the vehicle to safety. It didn't take long for help to arrive and just as he thought the others were pronounced dead at the scene. His grandfather arrived at the scene too after hearing who had called and asked what happened. Once he knew he decided it would be for the better to not tell the truth - to blame it on the kids in the car.

Lucas couldn't help but feel guilty. It was his fault they died and it would plague him in his dreams every single night. The sound of tires screeching, the smell of burning metal, the sight of their bloody and mangled bodies. The only thing that helped him a little was taking care of the girl that survived but was in a coma. At first, he visited to get updates on her condition. Then he heard about her relative not visiting at all. So he did instead. He would visit her at least once a week on his day off - for years until she passed away.

It's been a long time but he can't himself but feel the weight of it, especially since it was covered by his grandfather. No one knew about it and while he struggled, sometimes thinking about turning himself in, his grandfather made it clear he wasn't allowed to because it would ruin their lives as well as his and everyone who was involved in covering it up.