[Luca Ivaskov]

Luca Vasile Ivaskov
FACE CLAIM: Logan Lerman

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Local - Club Owner

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: Cryokinesis
He can shape and manipulate ice, snow, slush, hail,and icicles by reducing the kinetic energy of atoms and thus making things colder, for various effects and combinations. He's not a weather manipulator, but he can cool things down if he's directly touching them. This includes water; he can freeze the water into ice.

LIMITATIONS:
-But he can only freeze water. He can't do anything further than that until it's frozen. Kinda weird, right?
-Liquid states do not work well with his ability
-He can't lift giant ice sculptures with his mind, nor would he even attempt it
-Basically, he can touch something and freeze it or he can shape and morph frozen substances.


SIDE-EFFECTS:
-He's unnaturally cold to the touch
-Temperatures above freezing are hard for him to withstand for long periods of time
-Does a cold personality count as a side effect?
-Heat-exhaustion/dehydration

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

You think you're smart, you're not

It's plain to see that you want me to follow

I've always had things expected of me, but everything was split between my parents. My mother expected me to be sweet, compassionate, a genuinely good person. But my father wanted someone hard, calculating and business-like, the way he'd morphed my older brothers.

I was my mother's baby boy, I guess that was why things were different for me. Even though I was a twin, I was still the youngest boy and I was treated much differently than my brothers had been. My mother engulfed me in the arts, I was taken to recitals of all kinds, I was given piano lessons and had recitals of my own. We would go to the library for hours and hours, her and Lorena and I. (Lorena is my twin sister.) 

Sports were forced upon me by my father, I was pushed to toughen up while the girls were told to remain delicate. My home, the way I grew up, it was very old-fashioned, but that I suppose stemmed from the nobility standpoint of our family. We had money, therefore, there was a reputation to uphold.


You've got the gall
Come take it all

I was eight when she died. It's sort of funny in a humorless way, but she died from birth complications after my youngest sister was born. Nobody could have ever foreseen it. Jezebel was fine, healthy, even. She was early, but nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. My brothers were both out of the house by that point. Darius had moved out and onto uni while Cristian was at the mutant academy. They were only able to come back for the funeral. Father said that it was unnecessary for them to miss more classes than they must.

It was like my life went straight down the gutter then. I was the black sheep of the Ivaskov men with no sanctuary to turn to. I was the only one left in the house with the girls and my father took to enforcing much stricter rules than he had before. But it didn't matter if I reached out to my brothers, they told me to suck it up like they had to. Father was just doing what he thought was the right thing.

Easy for them to say when they followed the way he thought so closely while they were living in the same house. They had been like his own personal drones. 

I'm trapped in this world, Lonely and fading

heartbroke and waiting for you to come

It lasted for about four years, the way he road me and criticized everything that I did. I took solace in the fact that I had my sisters, Lorena and Jez. (Mariana had been sent to a boarding school when I was ten because she was crazier in our family than I was. She took my mother's death especially hard, I think.) Jezebel had me wrapped around her finger and I was always able to confide in Lorena despite the fondness she held for my father.

There was a day when I was twelve that Nausicca, our housekeeper, was helping get us ready for school. All she'd done was touch my hand and she'd immediately panicked. She'd made a phone call to my father, but naturally, while he was at work, he didn't answer. So with a split second decision, she took me to the hospital. I found out on the way that she was worried I had hypothermia because my skin was ice cold and I had been shaking with the body temperature adjustment.

She was a bit miffed when they told her nothing was wrong with me. But they kept me for observation because they knew something wasn't right. I got a little cup of water while I was watching tv in my room, Lorena was sitting in the chair beside my bed and she was the only other one who noticed that when I reached for my cup, the contents had frozen solid.

It only took a couple of days until recruiters came to my home and told me that I was a mutant like Cris. I was sent to the same school, close enough for my father to maintain his dictatorship of my life. I only lasted a year before I requested a transfer and after some of the things I told the administrator, I think they could tell why I was begging to leave. Even if I was sent to America...eugh.


We are trapped in this world
That's not meant for me

Montana was the farthest thing from Romania that I had ever seen in my life. In fact, I hated it more than I thought was possible. The climate wasn't quite different, it was still not cold enough in the winter and it was too hot for me to withstand in the summer. But at least at the academy in Europe, I didn't feel like I was talking to the exact same person repeated over and over again.

America made me feel unnatural, more so than when I was at home with my family. Everyone looked at me like I was some unknown creature, despite being exactly the same as them. My accent was mocked, my patience was tested, and I just wanted to graduate so that I could do whatever I wanted. Nothing changed when we up and moved the academy to Oregon.

It was miserable, but I had a few highlights I guess.

I met a girl, I know, cliche sounding, but this girl was finally different. We had interacted a few times, here and there, nothing significant. Until one day it just kind of clicked. She reminded me a lot of my mother and my sister, not in a creepy way, but in a familiar and comforting way. She never judged me for the things I enjoyed, and she was tolerant of my sour attitude and cold demeanor.

After a year of loving her, things happened. I reacted in a regrettable way and by the time I graduated I had made the decision to move back to Romania because I couldn't think of anywhere else to go. I felt as though I didn't belong anywhere, but at least in Romania, I was comfortable with my surroundings.

So what you got?

One last shot.

What a laugh. 'Comfortable in my surroundings?' I went home to what I had pointedly left behind in the first place. A controlling father, a life I didn't want and memories of the woman that I had looked up to since birth. I tried though, I tried to fit the lifestyle that my father set out for me. I worked for him, went to college out there while I was working for him. I met a Romanian woman that bored me to tears and I had no connection to, but I dated her anyway because she was 'perfect for an Ivaskov.' 

I was numbed by life. I didn't listen to music. I didn't have any friends (not that I'm a people person to begin with). And I just, over all, needed something different. When I turned eighteen, I could access my trust fund, but it wasn't until this year that I even thought about the possibilities I had. 

I've moved back to Oregon because Jezebel preferred the American mutant academy and I bought a club. It's under development at the moment and I'm looking for performers, but it's a start. This is my last shot at the life I want.

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: 22
EXPERIENCE: Since I was a smolbean
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel slid right into those DMs

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