A Bit Of Background Information Regarding Lunarre.

A bit of background information regarding Lunarre.

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Habits Headcanon

Partly out of necessity, partly out of free spirit, Lunarre does not like to remain in one place for long. He is almost always on the move, and he hates the feeling of being chained to one location. If he is forced to hang around, he gets antsy and unreasonable.

Due to his upbringing, Lunarre’s table manners are awful. Seriously, if Lailah saw him eat she would have an aneurysm. Rose scolded him for it while he was with the guild, and so for a time Lunarre adapted to the accepted way to eat meals. Since becoming a hellion, however, he has fallen back into his old ways (and how!).

He picks his teeth to get bits of food out.

Favourites Headcanons

His favourite (spirit) animal is the fox.This came from his mother, who was referred to as ‘Vixen’ by admirers while operating as a particularly skilled pickpocket. One such admirer was Lunarre’s father. With this history, Lunarre grew up with a particular affinity and liking for foxes.

Lunarre’s favourite food is rabbit stew. When he was a child he would make traps and catch rabbits to bring home and eat with his father, so it is a pretty nostalgic dish for him.

His favourite colour is red (no, not because of blood… not originally, at least), though ironically he wears precious little clothing in the colour because of his modus operandi.

While he likes urban settings, and Ladylake is his home, Lunarre feels the most at home in forests. When he was with the Scattered Bones, he would traverse and explore the Malory Forest often.

Lunarre’s favourite element is, of course, fire.

His favourite season is spring.

One of his favourite pastimes is pranking oblivious people.

His favourite animal besides foxes are cats.

I just remembered after some tag diving I drew Lunarre a while back and damn, I love his design

divinaaquis:

It was said that a predator could smell fear, a very distinct scent, which seemed to radiate off prey - it was obvious that Lunarre had taken notice to it. Perhaps it was true then. Knuckles turned white as he held his staff tighter. He laughed outloud, right in his face like there was something comical, and Mikleo could feel his jaw set. Tight with anger. 

 "Trying to feed on humans and seraphim alike? Cackling at their fear? That’s your favorite way to pass time?“ 

The water seraph was well-aware of how crazed and hungry this Lunarre was, however… sometimes it managed to catch him by surprise. He makes another swing at the fox and attempts to block his kicks and swipes, yet somewhere along the line, his staff was seized. Eyes widened at how close he was, unable to think up a move before receiving a powerful punch to his face. 

Mikleo winces where he lays on the ground, slowly and shakily pushing himself up. The other was right there, looming over him. Eyes grow cold and determined at this, and an idea comes to mind. He cloaks himself, fading from the other’s sight, and took this opportunity to slip by and land a hard smack to the head with his staff, rushing off. He staggered however, still affected by that hard punch to his face. Dammit… he had to get out of here. He had to. If not for himself, then for Sorey and the others.

Bloodlust turned to disbelief as the wounded seraph suddenly vanished from Lunarre’s sight. The hellion barely had time to look about for his prey before something hard smashed into the side of his head. 

With a howl of fury Lunarre lashed out, but his prey had retreated, invisible, from his grasp.

“FUCKING BRAT!” he roared. “GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT!”

Calm down. He’s still around. Just because I can’t see him doesn’t mean...

Lunarre took a breath, stilled, and listened. Sure enough, he heard the stumbling footfalls of the seraph in the grass. Lunarre grinned. He had him.

Charging forward, the hellion began his pursuit.