Lovre |
Skill set:
Fire-arms: Low Blades: Average Flexibility: Low |
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[Former Crimson Primary] Lovre was the ideal Color Chroma. He sacrificed so much for the needs of his people, and his loss was one that cause enmity and rancor within the color's community for the Mono Chromes. When Lovre first came to Taopleco, he was a young child who hardly got to see the beauty of his home before their warring stages. He was chosen to be sent with the others to the New Light on the distant planet Arplecia. Though Lovre never once got to see the true beauty of what he was fighting for, not once did he question the cause. He was always outgoing and constantly rose to the occasion. He had a strong personal belief of what was right or wrong, all attributing to the rise of his color. He was selfless. No matter what choice he made, it was always to better his people. This caused others to flock to him, and many grew attached to the bright smile he always had since he was a kid that followed reassuring words of positivism. He had faith that they would conquer and the next generation would be able to live their lives without fear and be able to walk the streets with heads held high, knowing that they were at the top and they radiated power and beauty. There would be hope. Many would look unto Lovre as if he was a younger brother, and someone they felt they had to protect. He was too good for the darkness that presented itself. He was a role-model to many young Crimsons; he was the definition of what it meant to be one. Not once did he turn from the enemy, or give up if he fell, but that lack of fear was what drove Lovre to his downfall.
The Crimsons had yet again lost another member to the Mono Chromes, slain on the streets and left to be discovered. Lovre had enough. He set out to find and annihilate the Mono Chrome who had killed his brethern, and that he did. Lovre returned to his people, and they rejoiced. Vengeance had been served and they finally felt as though they had a chance against the blank demons with Lovre as the lead. Little did Lovre know, he had angered the whole hive. A target was placed onto his back, and everywhere he went, every step he took further away from the Red Zone center, led him closer to their hands. Not only was he on the Mono Chromes radar, but the other colors as well. They saw him as a threat, and the first to step up against the dreaded blank demons. They hoped that the Mono Chromes would somehow manage to kill him, and if they didn't get there first, one of the colors would. In the end, the Mono Chromes caught Lovre in the streets, taking him into the dark of the shadows where he would be erased. They did the worst thing that could possibly happen to a Color Chroma. They stole his color. They stripped away his pride and turned him to what he hated the most and what the others feared. He was a Mono Chrome.
News spread fast of his disappearance. The Golden and Sapphire Chromas breathed relief, and the Crimsons mourned for the lost brother. He was the purest of red. It was when Lovre showed his face again, that it struck the entire Chroma community. It was the first time that the colors were given acknowledgement by the Mono Chromes that they were capable of stealing color. All three Color Chromas were flooded with fear by this news, and that sense of hope quickly faded. Once again, they were left to cower from the Mono Chromes. Lovre became a martyr within the Crimsons, and a reminder for the others of the power the Mono Chromes had over them. The fight for power continued.
Looking into Lovre eyes today, there is still a faint hint of red swirling beneath the cloud of gray in a benign state. He now fights for the Mono Chromes, incapable of finding answers to his confusion. He will look at the Crimsons and feel a sense of home, yet he will feel the strange sensation that he must erase them, for they do not belong. Through it all, Lovre is not a mindless Mono Chrome roaming as if a droid. The reason he may not appear as outgoing or bold as before is due to his constant confusion, which layers within his mind, keeping him sidetracked.
Lovre is 6'4 with broad shoulders and a body fit for whatever physical task is at need.
The Crimsons had yet again lost another member to the Mono Chromes, slain on the streets and left to be discovered. Lovre had enough. He set out to find and annihilate the Mono Chrome who had killed his brethern, and that he did. Lovre returned to his people, and they rejoiced. Vengeance had been served and they finally felt as though they had a chance against the blank demons with Lovre as the lead. Little did Lovre know, he had angered the whole hive. A target was placed onto his back, and everywhere he went, every step he took further away from the Red Zone center, led him closer to their hands. Not only was he on the Mono Chromes radar, but the other colors as well. They saw him as a threat, and the first to step up against the dreaded blank demons. They hoped that the Mono Chromes would somehow manage to kill him, and if they didn't get there first, one of the colors would. In the end, the Mono Chromes caught Lovre in the streets, taking him into the dark of the shadows where he would be erased. They did the worst thing that could possibly happen to a Color Chroma. They stole his color. They stripped away his pride and turned him to what he hated the most and what the others feared. He was a Mono Chrome.
News spread fast of his disappearance. The Golden and Sapphire Chromas breathed relief, and the Crimsons mourned for the lost brother. He was the purest of red. It was when Lovre showed his face again, that it struck the entire Chroma community. It was the first time that the colors were given acknowledgement by the Mono Chromes that they were capable of stealing color. All three Color Chromas were flooded with fear by this news, and that sense of hope quickly faded. Once again, they were left to cower from the Mono Chromes. Lovre became a martyr within the Crimsons, and a reminder for the others of the power the Mono Chromes had over them. The fight for power continued.
Looking into Lovre eyes today, there is still a faint hint of red swirling beneath the cloud of gray in a benign state. He now fights for the Mono Chromes, incapable of finding answers to his confusion. He will look at the Crimsons and feel a sense of home, yet he will feel the strange sensation that he must erase them, for they do not belong. Through it all, Lovre is not a mindless Mono Chrome roaming as if a droid. The reason he may not appear as outgoing or bold as before is due to his constant confusion, which layers within his mind, keeping him sidetracked.
Lovre is 6'4 with broad shoulders and a body fit for whatever physical task is at need.