Lucas Leeds

Full Name: Lucas Leeds

Nicknames: Jersey Devil, Leeds Devil, Thirteenth Child

Gender: Male

Age: 278

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Location: Gotham

Origin: OC

Height: 5'8"

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Black

Typical Clothing/Uniform: None

Powers/Abilities: Flight, sharp claws and fangs, perfect dark vision, excellent hearing, great physical strength for his size and lithe build. High physical durability and greatly reduced aging. Fast and agile.

Team Affiliation: None

Personality: An aggressive demeanor and violent tendencies hide Lucas' insecurities, and lack of social skills. A life time of being ostracized, and even hunted, have made him misanthropic and bitter. But, despite all of that, he still feels drawn to people, even if it's just to watch them from a distance. Despite his advanced age, his mentality is that of an adolescent, or a young adult.

Family: None

Marital status: Single

History: The thirteenth child of old Sarah Leeds, Lucas, an obvious mutant from birth, was mistaken for a demon, not help by his panicked killing of a midwife shortly after birth. Physically capable even as a newborn and met with panic and rejection instead of love and affection, he climbed up the house's chimney, and fled into the night. He lived in the forest, growing quickly, and occasionally being spotted by the frightened locals, some of whom took shot at him. But his great resilience saved him from the few wounds they did manage to inflict, as his speed and agility made him  a difficult target.

As the centuries passed, he slipped into legend and folk tale, dismissed as a mere local boogie man, despite sporadic sightings. At least, until word, and mental probings, reached him, and he made his way carefully to New York. There, he ventured to Xavier's school, but left shortly after, seeing only what appeared to be more humans, or only slight variations. Nothing like himself. However, he decided to remain close by, taking to the dark, shadowy streets and tunnels of Gotham, where his large, bat-like wings added to the Batman stories going around.

Sample Post:
Thick lips pulled back from sharp fangs as a trio of common thugs made their way down the tunnel, laughing and joking to each other. What they were saying didn't matter much to the winged mutant. He crouched in the shadows, and let out an inhuman shriek that echoed in the tunnel, making the trio freeze and look around in sudden fear. He waited for a moment, then shrieked again, and swooped right over them, leathery wings beating about their heads as he passed.

"It's the Bat" and with that, the three of them fled, leaving only the echoes of their fleeing footsteps and the smell of cheap alcohol in their wake, along with the stale odor of urine. Lucas snorted in disgust, and stalked away, hooves clopping on the stones as he moved deeper into the shadows.