Hanging With Lux.

Hanging with Lux.

Some things to expect when interacting with our favourite spitfire.

She's usually smoking, so expect not only the smoke from her fire, but a cigarette too.

Lux is very sleep deprived, so if she's in a bad mood it's best to stay clear.

Constantly fixing her uniform, making it look smart, adjusting her bracelets and her hair, tidbits.

Expect comments about uniforms for marines or clothing judgements for pirates.

Her standards are high, if you don't meet them, don't expect her to talk with you.

Lux highly regards her role within the marines, if you badmouth it, expect an ear full.

Usually she has one of her children with her, so even if they're not within sight, expect one of the pair to be nearby.

For the more flirty coworkers or pirates, Lux will either completely brush them off, or tease them before revealing that she is a lesbian.

Lux always carries snacks and drinks on her because of her children, so if you're hungry, go to Lux.

She always has a backup uniform, if one gets torn she will never wear it again. It's just how she is, she'll sew it to fix it, but not wear it.

A little goober practice of pre-timeskip Zoro.

So.. with the reveal of Loki, I thought I'd give him a doodle, and holy shit he's hard to draw

Lux's first fuck up.

An OC-Canon fanfic.

(Prologue.)

Sat by a dock, Lux flipped through a small handbook of notes she'd compiled on those around her. Even if she didn't speak much to those around her, Lux always took note of their actions, their behaviour patterns and mannerisms. One thing she'd certainly noticed was how disorganised the marines were.. and it ticked her off to say the least. She placed the handbook down, searching herself for a cigarette, before finding one in an odd pocket, bringing it to her lips before snapping her nails together. A little party trick she'd figured out as a teenager back in Kholodon. If you could snap your nails together quick enough, the tip would light. And so she brought her lit finger to her cigarette, letting it sizzle before shaking her hand to put out the flame.

Fire, one of the things that connected her back to that bastard of a man, yet she dealt with it. After all, a girl with a short temper is nothing but a lighter waiting to spring into action. Her insomnia probably didn't help her case. With a heavy breath in, the smoke from her cigarette escaped from either side of her lips, leaving a heavy haze around her alongside the smoke from her flaming hair, which never seemed to exactly go out.

It was warmer than Kholodon at least, she missed the snow from her homeland. The cold feeling against the warmth of her flames, it kept her stable. But now, she was stuck here, as a marine. She wouldn't become a pirate, Lux had sworn that to herself when she was younger. All the stories she'd been told by him when she was younger, of brave marines, who fended off pirates that tortured people with the use of these disgusting fruits created by devils.

Yet, she raised her head to the sky, blowing the smoke to the sun, taking the cigarette from her mouth and pressing it against the plank work to put the spark out. She couldn't say much, the surname 'Mane' she bore.. wasn't even truly a surname. A title given by her father, to remind her of her failed heritage. 'Lux Mane', what a joke.. her name was Khari, yet no-one referred to her as, Lux, a nickname. Tsk, if only they knew the past behind that name.

She let out a small chuckle, reminiscing of her past days as a child, within the Kholodian military. Khari. That was a name to be feared back where she was from, the only person who wasn't scared of her was her captain. Axe. He was a strange one, but he taught her most of what she knew. He made her into what she was, 'Khari, The two spirited firecracker.' A shitty name, but it did what it needed to do. Scare people.

A lil anatomy practice with lux

For Lux. Any pirates you like/tolerate?

Lux is the only marine in her family, the rest are pirates.