Character Name:Lucien Dolos
Age: 208, appears to be twenty five.
Gender: Male
Race: Ancient Narrikian
Appearance: 
Alliance: Himself
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Lucien has matured through the eight years of rigorous training and has developed a stern side to him. This does not mean he does not allow himself to enjoy life. But now he looks at the world through the eyes of an adult instead of the weak eyes of a kid. It also means he has become more logical, but sometimes seems chaotic and hard to predict in combat. He has also become more subtle, unlike his father and has learned when to quit. While he will stick to a cause as long as he can, Lucien is now careful not to overdo it.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): 
A powered katana.
A powered staff.
Ventus Combat Suit
MWCA ? Latest make.
Combat Level : 3.5
- Psi Level: 2
- Physical Strength: 5
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs): When the Narrikians left the Mortal Dimension in favor of their home dimension Lucien would hold yet another imperial games, but not compete. For he did not want to be emperor after the DAIS and other groups targeted the Narrikians. In short, his self-esteem had been shaken by the events that had transpired. Once there, he would go to some of the instructors that had lived there and were about to die and ask them for training. They would grant his request and so Lucien would begin his training right away. Each session would be brutal and geared to forcing Lucien to cave and admit he was not the man he was meant to be. But Lucien would never surrender and it was his drive to succeed that made him move beyond his new masters in terms of actual power.
Through their regiments Lucien learned to call forth his power at an all new height. During one of his lessons however, Lucien would have his book fused into him and it would permanently become part of him. When his lessons were complete, he would return and find that Celso an old buddy of his had become the new emperor. So he would join up with Celso as a scientist to conceal the power he possessed. Celso did not even know it, but Lucien is now one of the most powerful Narrikians in existence. Some of his teachers believe he could pose a challenge to even K2323 or Chaos.
Even then he did not view himself done and continued to whip himself into shape in an attempt to become even more powerful than he already was. Going back to the basics of magic, Lucien would sharpen his skills and hone them even more with the help of his book. This would continue until using magic became a second nature to Lucien and he could do it without thinking. Still he was not powerful enough in his own eyes and so he would continue to press himself in the Home Dimension to gain even more strength and hone his skills. Lucien has since then however gotten over the loss of his father, a tragic death indeed. With his MPO taken out and surgically removed he has leaned towards more technological solutions to the problems that may befall him. Also, he has started to look for other empires to join up with since resigning from the NNE.
RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level):
A world long lost and forgotten. The original home of their race that had been abandoned for countless millennia. Now it was being visited by the heir to the throne, but for what reason would such a planet be visited? Well he had been told by an AI based off of his dad that he would need training and what better place to train outside the eyes of Interpol and the Hand than the world that belonged to their ancestors?
The time had come. He would learn what his father had wanted him to learn and much much more for he had already learned how to tap into Star-Clan magic, something that it was assumed only racial star-clanners could perform but he could do it easily. Something Ken wouldn't be expecting when the time came. Surveying his environment, he looked for the Dojo that would be around there somewhere.
All he had to do was train here, and then go back to the White Room and claim all of the vast magical and technological secrets and put them to use in taking over the galaxy as a whole all at once and expanding the borders of the Narrikian Empire. But first he would need to oust that idiot Ken from the throne. Using an eagle eye spell he once more surveyed the area. To find the Dojo currently was his cause. Later once Lucien had entered the dojo he would bow before the mentors that lived there, and start his training. The stance that his teacher did was easy enough, and so it was replicated by Lucien with no flaws in his style at all because he had already undergone some formal training, even though it was not by these teachers but rather by someone currently occupied elsewhere.
Never use the Surasel moves again, one of the first things Lucas had taught him when he learned how bad off Lucien had it as Carl, would be something easy enough to do. However as he concentrated on the stance he let himself go into it, closing his eyes and slowly red lines of energy surged out of the ground and around him like a protective aura but at the same time not, only one other student had been able to perform this particular thing that he was doing as of now. For the only other student had been the one training him to become emperor in this area, of unarmed combat and so he looked over at the Mentor. Holding the position, Lucien concentrated and his magic once more surged inside of him forming thoughts of how he could improve his stance since it had no flaws, but was clearly a vital thing that he needed to work on.
Throwing those thoughts to the back of his mind he closed his eyes and did not notice the crimson circle that formed at the end of his right hand, or the blue circle that formed at the end of his left hand, for he was beginning to sub-consciously as he performed these moves tap into the power of martial arts, the true power it had. Adapting the style he was now in, or rather as his instructor called it the stance to that of the one his instructor was performing, Lucien held the stance all the while restraining his magical energies, and transferring the magical energies into the sword that he had brought with him, that of his father so that the blade would be enchanted. He would let his book handle the enchanting, while his own energy was used to power the enchantment however. Mimicking the exact same stance that his teacher was performing, Lucien closed his eyes and decided to continue until his mentor would want him to stop. At the same time however his book was at work performing what he would be doing were he not focused on the training. The book glowed for a moment as did the sword which changed forms permanently into the one that Lucien could wield the easiest as opposed to the normal form of the blade. The blade glowed for a moment before markings appeared on the blade of the sword, first the marking of a fist to designate that he had mastered some of martial arts, well really a palm and it would turn into a fist when he had completed his training here. Now his attention, that of Lucien and not his book was on his teacher as he held the starting stance as per instructed still.
As of the moment, he was not even beginning to be worn out or taxed by such a technique that he was instructed to perform. Focusing his attention on what would need to be done next, Lucien shifted his stance to mirror that of his mentor and teacher, one of the Ancient Narrikians. The stance did seem useful in combat, but it felt like it lacked something. His teacher would be one of the few who could hurt him while in this technique and so he would need to adapt that problem away later on. Of course for now said technique would be fine obviously until he could come up with something else. The energy of Martial Arts, that of Manifestation as it would be called, a manifestation of the very energy he was using in the arts themselves but not magic, this gave off none of the signs of magic whatsoever or the signs of spirit energy or the signs of Psionics as it formed around his hands as he held the stance, forming invisible but detectable circles of energy that when he threw a punch would cut into an enemy, something he did not know that he was doing.
