IDENTIFIED . O'CONNOR, LUCAS

Male

Homosexual
- In Denial-

Twenty Eight

31/10/1984

Canadian

English

Luc, Slim, Flower Power

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Sage

n/a

Very High

Bleach – Kurosaki Ichigo

Currently he's unemployed, living off his winnings from past contests

Lucas O'Connor is easily described as vain, thickheaded and emotional. He's not the kind of guy who will sit and think things over before acting, and would rather deal with a situation with his fists then his words.

Determined
Probably to to his thickheaded nature, Lucas does not like to be told he can not do something, and will often do something stupid to prove any naysayers wrong. The more egg he can put on someones face the better. He takes any doubt as a personal challenge, and always seeks to impress.

Vain
Thanks to his father's influence, Lucas gladly spend his days in a gym, working out. Bodybuilding is the one thing he feels he can properly, and frankly he's happy to stick to it. He would be lying if he said he didn't like the looks he got, the stares of admiration. Being told he was strong, big, a hulk, a beast ect, ect...gave an ego rush that was almost as addictive as cocaine.

The hours he spends not at the gym can often be found filled with photo shoots for muscle magazines, and occasionally interviews. The whole “being a show piece” concept never bothered him much. He had something people wanted and admire, and he was happy to flaunt it. He was good a something. It has also led to his acting somewhat self-centered, and doing things for his own benefits. He's not good at it, but he tries.

Emotional
Lucas is definitely not a rational thinker, and that carries into the way he acts with others. He lets his emotions rule over his mind, thinking with his heart. Though easy to anger, the big guy does have a squishy soft heart under all that muscle. Recently, he has found himself enjoying the natural beauty of the world and often wanders around the more open areas of the city, as well as public parks and gardens.

Homophobia
Truly, Lucas is scared of homosexuality. Not because he finds it obscene or unholy, but because it stirs emotions and thoughts inside his head that he was always told were wrong and sinful. He avoids images of shirtless men when in public and keeps to himself for the most part at the gym. The last thing he wants if for someone to call him out on his sexuality, and he would vehemently deny it, to the point of trying to harm the person who accused him of being homosexual to get them to shut up.

Despite being miles away from his father, he still felt himself being oppressed by his shadow, and the need to be a manly guy, one who would have multiple sexual partners of the opposite gender, settle down and start a family and generally be the man of his house, like his father wanted. Secretly, Lucas wanted to find a feminine guy who would cook for him, and make him laugh and smile. Kids were possibly in the future, but Lucas wanted to find love first.

In the distant lands of Canada lived a young couple. Sean and Marianne O’Connor. The husband a bodybuilder and the wife a photographer. They had met only a few years prior when Marianne travelled to Ireland for a magazine. They wanted to cover a story on bodybuilding in Europe, and had her go along to take photos. She caught the eye of one of the contestants, and he caught hers. She never believed in love at first sight, but here she was, on a date with a stranger in a land she knew nothing of.

Needless to say they hit it off like fireworks. They moved to Vancouver, where they could both continue their careers and became a fully wedded couple. Life was going well, they had a home, each other and a child on the way. Sean expressed his concerns over the child not loving him, but Marianne put those fears aside each time. She found it funny that such a big man would have so many insecurities. The magical day came when they were to become parents.

The Irishman paced endlessly in the waiting room. As planned before, the doctors were performing a caesarian section due to the child being rather large. Sean wondered if he was going to be the father of the kool-aid man for a moment. The door to the waiting room swung open gently and in stepped a doctor. Sean turned to her and smiled. She didn’t return it.

Sir... I'm so sorry... but there was a complication.


W...what do you mean?


It should have shown up in the tests, but... it didn't.


What didn't? What are you trying to tell me!? Is my wife ok!?


I'm so sorry... we tried... but the bleeding wouldn't stop.


You.... you mean she's... my... n.. no! Your lying! I know you are!


The doctor stepped back, worried the man would get violent, but h didn't. Instead he seemed to shrink a little, and fell to his knees. The doctor watched as the large man sobbed uncontrollably. She had known this was one part of her job, but it was never one she liked. Heck if anyone did like it, they were sick.

Sir... I know you've lost your wife... but there is someone i think you should meet.

She helped Sean to his feat and brought him to the natal ward. There in a small crib lied a little red headed baby. Sean felt a smile return to his face. Built just like his grandad, the baby was. And he had his mother eyes. He carefully picked up the young child and held him close.

Looks like... its going to be just you and me, my little boy...



Years passed and Lucas was a healthy young boy. His father continued to compete, but had gained a dark habit. Alcohol made for a great emotional pain killer, and Sean had quite a bit of pain he wanted to dull. He never hit Lucas, but he was rarely sober. Lucas felt awkward when ever he went out with his father.

He had refuge from his dad at school where he did moderately well, except in physical education where he excelled. Not so much an agile athlete, Lucas handled weight lifting well. Sean took notice. His son's fourteenth birthday rolled around, and that's when Sean told Lucas of his destiny. A work out journal and gym membership were his gifts.

School became a distant memory as Lucas trained with his father almost daily. Occasionally a person from child services would show up and try to make Lucas say something to get his dad in trouble. But he never did. Lucas was happy, as he was getting stronger week by week, and he was excited to be strong like his dad. He didn't really care if he didn't have a full education, he happily skipped class to work out. Dad got by thanks to his body, so could he.

Lucas never did manage to finish high-school, dropping out in the middle of eleventh grade, he became a full fledged gym rat. Contrary to popular belief, Lucas never used performance enhancing drugs. He was just gifted, he guessed. Competitions went smoothly for him, and he naturally enjoyed being admired. For some reason, however, he really enjoyed it when a young man would admire him.

Girls barely had any place in Lucas' mind, he was so focused on his career. Being at the gym, lifting weights, all eyes on his as he out lifted even some of the most determined men with eye. Men who he couldn't help but admire. His eyes wandered in the change rooms, and he judged the other men, but not cruelly, more.. intricately. He never told his father of this feelings, the man being a moderately devout catholic. Lucas had a sinking suspicions of why he felt this way, but he wanted it to be untrue.

It was probably just a phase, he told himself. He began to date women, often having a new girl around his arm each month. Sexual actions occurred, but he never felt truly fulfilled by it. The girls picked up on that and left crying, often. A few slapped him, but he took it in stride.

All the while his fathers drinking grew worse and worse. He was slowly becoming violent with Lucas when the boy didn’t his the man's almost impossible standards. Lucas could never stand up to his father, and all the girls in the city knew he was a 'player' so he had no choice. He told his father he was going to L.A. For a month for a competition, but secretly planned to never return, his U.S. Citizenship was already in the process. He was grateful for the man from the gym for helping him, after seeing the bruises.

It was March first 2012 when Lucas O’Connor boarded the plane.