Background

Luxard was born in Louisville, Kentucky. To two German parents who fled the Fatherland to the States in search of the fortune and safety of America. Seek it they did, but not before staking their claim in Louisville and bringing a strong, young boy into this world. Growing up, Lux was exposed to blue-collar life early on as his parents owned and slowly developed a successful Butcher shop within Louisville's Butchertown, allowing Lux to live a decent and hard-working life. - Around the time Lux came of age, fresh into the first steps of young adulthood, his mind began to drift along the TV, seeing the occasional news discussion and advert regarding the ongoing war in Vietnam. Given both his parents' teachings and the American people's overall view regarding communism, Lux was painfully curious to look further into the happenings of the world over. The year was 1966 when Lux expressed his desire to join the army, to trek across the sea, and delve into the unfathomable depths of war that took place in Vietnam. His mother, of course, expressed her disapproval at such an idea, the thought of her son marching off to war. As for his father, he was supportive of the thought, as he was certainly the more passionate parent when it came to expressing his distaste for communism. - Training was gruelling, rough, and it calloused Lux in both body and mind, steeling him for his destined soldiering duty. Yet when it comes to the theatre of War, no amount of training can truly prepare you for the real thing. Next came the day Lux was whisked off from the home of the brave, plunged into lands unknown, where all his training would culminate in the ultimate test of survival. Lux was assigned to the Airbase within Tan Son Nhut, in particular, tasked with guarding it from potential attack. His first taste of warfare would soon come; a suffocating wave of bodies and bullets surged toward the air base while the sun barely poked above the horizon. Bullets whipped through the humid, jungle air, the crack of explosions shook the battlefield to its core, and bodies fell, littering the gentle, young grass while blood seeped through weeping wounds, forever staining the dirt with sorrowful memories. Lux fought bravely, although bravery implies the presence of fear, and fear swelled within his heart like blood pooling in the back of a damaged skull. Fear was like molasses; it only made the horror cling easier. From Lux's position, a jerry can of gasoline was struck next to him, which sat next to some combustible materials, thanks to a careless, stray soldier who left them there, igniting it and sending a wave of melting heat surging toward the right side of his body. - Lux remembered little after that, waking up slowly within the sterile confines of an evacuation hospital. As he slowly came to, he began to comprehend the fact that something was very different; the world before him was as he saw it, a half. His right eye and ear... they refused to work; only a muddied, melted hospital wall sat on the other end of his dead eye. He failed to see or hear the nurse approaching from his right side till she was right in front of him and on his left now. It hurt to blink, hurt to breathe, even hurt to make expressions. The nurse carefully explained to him his condition, making him aware that it had been at least a week since he sustained his injuries and that he was declared medically unfit to continue serving in an active war theatre. Lux knew that this meant that he was to be medically discharged. Truthfully, he did not know how to feel, and this 'feeling' persisted as he boarded the aerial transport back to America. - Once within the not-so-warm graces of the States, Lux was beset by protestors of all kinda, spouting all sorts of hurtful, harmful things. This did little to help with his reintegration into society. Thankfully, his parents were overjoyed to have their son back in their grateful arms, welcoming him home with a prepared meal, gifts, and the like. At the very least.. he had them. Thankfully, through them, he would find employment through those unsure years of reintegration. His parents were supportive, despite the issues he brought home from the war. Through extensive therapy and some estranged medications, Lux's inner darkness began to fade gently into the background. That is, until a new kind of darkness split reality as we know it. Blackened wounds wept upon the fabric of space, spewing forth undead beasts, seeping through the city like an oppressive fog. Lux's calloused mind knew not what he saw; the cosmic unknowingness of it struck his unprepared human mind. It instilled a new kind of fear in his head, a painfully apparent case of Agnosiophobia. He began to shift into his old habits, survival mode. He'd drift through the city, a new kind of jungle to snake through. Sometime in late April, he'd find himself within the Cavern Mall, taking refuge there until further notice.