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Post by ariannabridges on Aug 13, 2016 16:17:27 GMT
It was just another day and as usual, Lincoln was in the training room waiting for Bellamy to arrive for their usual training session. After the events at Mount Weather, the eldest Blake had come to him and asked if he would train him in hand to hand combat. He was very good with a gun, which he had demonstrated on several occasions, but sometimes guns just weren't good enough. Sometimes, hand to hand combat was the better way to go. It was quite a handy skill to have if a person didn't have their gun or weapon on them and needed to defend themselves. Of course, the trained grounder had accepted his offer. From a young age, he had been taught how to fight using a variety of fighting techniques, whether it be hand to hand combat or the use of a variety of weapons. Swords, arrows, spears, knives. Lincoln could wield a variety of weapons. Bellamy had quickly become a good friend of his, the two men growing closer after the events that had taken place at Mount Weather. He considered him to be a best friend of sorts. A very GORGEOUS best friend at that.
Slowly, over time, the grounder male started to develop a bit of feelings for the older Blake. He was gorgeous, strong, a great leader, and he had a good heart. Bellamy genuinely cared about the safety and well-being of his people and he wasn't afraid to fight for them. Despite everything that happened, he was going on strong. He had to. For his people. The grounder deeply admired him for that. Since Clarke left, he had to take on the role as leader alone and while he was amazing at it, Lincoln could see just how truly sad he was. It hurt to see him like that. More than he cared to admit. Their training sessions together seemed to help with that pain, even if only for a little while. The first couple weeks were particularly fun. No matter how many times his back hit the mat, the eldest Blake got back up and kept fighting.
Lately, Lincoln's feelings for Bellamy seemed to grow stronger and stronger in intensity. Particularly when they were training together. Seeing the younger male shirtless, body adorned in sweat, muscles flexing and tensing ignited a desire deep within him. He found himself having to resist the urge to press him against the wall and kiss him, having his filthy way with the younger man right then and there. Still, every time their training sessions ended, he was left with a rather large boner, which he had to take care of himself. Thinking about Bellamy and all the nasty things he would do to him, quickly coming undone at the mere thought of it all. Well, no more. Lincoln was tired of holding back his desires. He wanted Bellamy and he would have him.
Leaning against the wall, he waited for Bellamy to arrive wearing his usual basketball shorts and sneakers, only today he decided to go completely shirtless. Tanned and ripped muscles on full display. Approaching footsteps could be heard, quickly edging closer and closer to where Lincoln lie in wait. A small smirk tugged at his lips, muscles tensing as he prepared to pounce. Then, he finally stepped into the room and Lincoln quickly advanced on him, grabbing him and pushing him up against the wall. Dark eyes gazed into Bellamy's as he pinned the smaller male's body against the wall with his slightly larger body. When he started to speak, Lincoln leaned down and captured his mouth in a hot kiss, abruptly cutting off his words.
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Post by ariannabridges on Aug 12, 2016 20:29:37 GMT
Deja vu. That was exactly what this felt like as Lincoln stared down at the injured man lying at the bottom of the ravine. His mind flashed back in time to when he was a little boy when he had seen the dropship come down and had found an injured man laying beside the wreckage. That feeling of compassion and desire to help him kicking in. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to speak English back then. Still, he did everything he could to help the man, only to be forced to kill him in the end. His childhood was a sour subject to him, particularly that memory. He didn't like to talk about it. It still haunted him to this day. Lincoln was a killer. That was something he had accepted a long time ago. Healing made him feel a little bit better about it all, but it didn't change the fact that he was still a killer. Things were different now. He was older now, grown up, and he knew better than to go against the grounder ways. And yet, he just couldn't bring himself to kill this man. Why? He didn't know. For some reason, he felt very protective of the man and it was for this reason that he found himself picking the man up and carrying him back to his cave.
Once there, he bound the man's wrists securely so that he wouldn't be able to escape or do anything stupid. The Sky People didn't particularly like the Grounders much, which was understandable. From the moment they had landed on Earth, the grounders had declared war on them and they weren't going to stop until every last one of them was dead. This war had been going on for several weeks now, neither side backing down. Several casualties had been suffered on both sides. Lincoln didn't like all this violence and bloodshed. He'd much rather live in peace, but there was nothing that he could do to stop it all. Both sides seemed intent on fighting. Taking the other side out. He didn't like having to chain the other male up, but the last thing he needed was the man hurting himself further by fighting him or escaping and the other grounders finding him and finishing him off. So, after chaining his wrists to the rock wall, he gathered the herbs he needed and quickly whipped up a healing paste before slowly walking back over to him.
As the Skaikru leader slowly started to wake up, the male grounder watched as he tried to make sense of his surroundings, which were no doubt unfamiliar to him. A moment later, he jolted as he shifted to full alertness. His eyes quickly fell on the chains that bound him before letting his gaze drift over to Lincoln who had come to a stop in front of him. Both pairs of eyes locked on each other as they regarded one another. No words were spoken. Then, he started to struggle against the chains that held him, which had a sigh falling from the grounder's lips. This didn't faze him in the slightest, nor did his words as he snapped at him to get the hell away from him. Instead of listening to his words, big, strong hands clasped onto the fabric of the man's t-shirt and ripped it open. The fabric tore effortlessly beneath his hands, exposing the man's chest and stomach. As he was trying to remove the man's shirt completely in order to get better access to the wound, Bellamy tried to turn his body away from him in an effort to get away from him before further shouting at him to not touch him. For a moment, Lincoln contemplated speaking to him. To inform him that he only wanted to help, but quickly decided against it. He wasn't sure if he was ready to reveal the fact that he could speak English and understand him just yet. So, instead of speaking, he grabbed onto the lighter male's shoulders firmly, causing him to cringe from the pain and quickly took the opportunity to remove his shirt fully and toss it aside. Once again, their eyes met and once more and they simply looked at each other. Dark eyes bore into Bellamy's for a few lingering moments before darting downwards as he casually checked him out. Now that he was up close and personal, he was able to appreciate his beauty more fully. Even bruised, battered, and bloody, he was gorgeous. The embodiment of perfection in Lincoln's eyes. Never before had he seen such a beautiful human being. He was so very intrigued by him. What was it about him that captivated him so damn much? He was extremely good looking no doubt, but it seemed to be more than that. Sadly, he had no idea what it was exactly.
Despite being securely bound, he fought hard against the restraints that held him in an effort to get free. He was a fighter. No way was he going down without a fight. Lincoln liked that about him. At his next words, the grounder male simply looked at him. Not showing any sort of sign that he understood what he was saying or any indication that his words had affected him in the slightest, which they didn't. It would take a whole lot more than shouted words and insults to faze him. Even so, their eyes remained locked on each other and Lincoln quickly took the opportunity to reach his hands up and clasp both sides of the arrow, snapping it in two before pulling the shaft out completely. Once the arrow was out, he set the broken pieces aside before tearing his eyes away to grab a nearby rag and dip it into a bowl of water. Soaking the rag, he wrung it out with his hands before proceeding to press the wet rag against the wound, adding pressure in order to stop the bleeding. As he did this, his eyes once again wandered to the man in front of him. Hoping he would calm down now that he could see that the grounder only wanted to help him.
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Post by ariannabridges on Aug 12, 2016 1:09:07 GMT
Ever since the Sky People had come crashing down to the ground in their dropship, Lincoln had been watching them closely along with the rest of the grounders. The other grounders saw them as a threat and wanted to take them all out, but Lincoln wasn't too sure what to do. He didn't know anything about these people or their motives and he didn't like the idea of slaughtering a bunch of innocent people who were unaware of what they were getting into. It seemed wrong, but there wasn't much he could do about it. For now, he just watched them. Always staying quiet and out of sight up in his usual perching spot in a tree just a few miles outside their village. The trees stood tall, allowing the grounders a perfect view of everyone and everything. It was quite the useful hunting technique that allowed them to keep eyes on their prey without their prey knowing it, not until it was too late. Of course, the forest was also rigged with all kinds of traps that only the grounders knew about. All of it felt so wrong, but this was the grounder way. They had been taught not to trust anybody. Survival. That one word drilled into their heads since day one. Kill or be killed. That was how the grounders survived down here all these years.
Sitting up in his usual tree, he watched their every move. Examining everything they did. Their behavior. They were all young. Just kids. All just trying to find a way to survive in this new, harsh world. One in particular caught his eye. Their leader. For some reason, the lone grounder just couldn't seem to keep his eyes off him. There was just something about the man that intrigued him. Clearly he was older than the rest of them and he had a dominance about him that inspired the others and made them listen to him. He was also quite the gorgeous man, Lincoln had to admit. Tall and muscular. He was strong. Could definitely hold his own in a fight. Short dark hair and dark eyes. There was a fight in him that he had to admire. The tanned male was intrigued by him. For what reason, he wasn't too sure about. There was just something about him that interested Lincoln. Curiosity. So much curiosity. It wasn't long before he picked up a name for the man. Bellamy. That was the name of the man that the lone grounder felt drawn too. He was able to pick up on a few other names as well. Clarke, Jasper, Murphy and another woman. Someone whom Bellamy seemed particularly protective towards. Octavia. It wasn't long before he figured out that she was his sister. There seemed to be a lot of animosity among the group and a whole lot of violence. These people could possibly be dangerous. Maybe it was best for the grounders to take them out before they became a threat to them.
A plan was quickly set into motion. One that involved taking them out one by one. It was late afternoon and a hunting party had been sent out to hunt for food. Little did they know, they were the ones being hunted. The grounders were lurking all around them, in the trees, bushes, everywhere. None of them would be getting out of this alive. Traps were scattered all around and as the group made their way further into the forest, the grounders laid in wait, moving swiftly and stealthily as they moved to box the group in so that no one would escape. The Sky People quickly realized that they had walked into a trap as the other grounders started to make their presence known. One of the grounders threw his spear and Lincoln watched as it flew through the air and hit one of the sky people in the chest with perfect accuracy, killing him. This caused a panic among the others as they took off running through the forest. Unfortunately, the grounders had them surrounded. There was nowhere for them to go and hidden traps lay everywhere, all of them deadly. They were all going to die. That fact was inevitable. As they took off running into the forest, his eyes were always on Bellamy. Watching silently as he moved as fast as he could through the vast forest around them. He quickly separated himself from the group, serving as a diversion in order to draw the grounders to him. As he ran, Lincoln wasn't far behind, moving quickly and quietly as he followed him. Making sure to keep out of sight of him as well as the rest of the grounders.
Then suddenly, something happened. He had been hit. The force of the impact as the arrow hit him, piercing through his shoulder blade had him falling. Falling down, down, down as he went tumbling down a steep ravine. Lincoln could do nothing but watch from afar as he went crashing down the hill fast and hard. Hitting rocks and twigs as he fell before finally coming to a stop at the bottom of the ravine. The grounders quickly took off, leaving him for dead as they went to finish off the rest of the hunting party, but Lincoln's focus was on the man laying at the bottom of the hill. Once he was certain the others had completely gone, he made his way over to the man slowly and cautiously. He was badly injured. Cuts and scrapes adorned his skin. His clothes dirty and torn. The man was quite a mess. His biggest concern though was his shoulder. The edge of the arrow protruding from his shoulder blade. Blood quickly started to seep from the wound. Moving ever closer, Lincoln looked down at him as he lay there. Dizzy and disoriented. He tried to move, but was unable to do so. Sensing his approach, the man reached around for what was no doubt a weapon, but it was gone. Approaching him, Lincoln regarded him with an emotionless expression. Looking at him and saying nothing. Instead, he crouched beside him, watching as he struggled to stay awake, but the darkness quickly consumed him and he fell back to the floor. Eyes slipped shut as he passed out.
Sighing softly, he slowly picked the man up into his arms and carried him away. Making his way back through the forest back towards his cave. He had no idea why he was even doing this. He should just leave him to die, but for some reason, he just couldn't do that. His compassionate side kicked in and his first instinct was to help him. To heal him. So, after carrying him back to his home, the grounder male carefully sat him down on the ground against the wall before proceeding to chain his wrists. Once he was securely bound, he moved away and made his way over to the collection of herbs that he always kept with him. Grabbing what he needed, he quickly mixed some of the herbs together, grinding them up with a rock in order to make a paste. Then, he made his way back over to him as the gorgeous male began to stir. Slowly waking from his short slumber. Lincoln made his way over to the man without a word, meeting his gaze as the man lifted his head to look up at him. Crouching beside him once more, large hands gripped onto the fabric of his shirt and ripped it open.
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Post by ariannabridges on Aug 10, 2016 18:10:39 GMT
Clarke x Anya
Clanya
Kane and Abby
Kabby!!!! <3
Lincoln and Bellamy
Lincamy!!!
Clarke and Raven
Princess Mechanic
Finn and Clarke
Flarke!!!! <3
Jasper and Octavia
Jastavia!!
Finn and Octavia
Finntavia!!!
Lincoln and Octavia
Linctavia!!! <3
OKAY. I WILL STOP NOW.
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Post by ariannabridges on Aug 10, 2016 8:26:40 GMT
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Post by ariannabridges on Aug 10, 2016 7:07:05 GMT
Character: Lincoln
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Episode: No specific episode, just gifs of Lincoln from season one. You could just post a few gifs and I can pick which I like out of all of those.
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I would like a gif of Ricky, whether it be him smiling or being silly. Just a cute Ricky picture would be great.
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Any Linctavia scenes (preferably season 1 because that is my favorite season with them and might go well with my avatar) but feel free to post gifs from seasons 2 and three as well. I don't have a specific one in mind. Just lay a few gifs of them on me and I'll pick one. It doesn't have to be alternating ones but that could be really cool though.
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Post by ariannabridges on Aug 9, 2016 18:14:08 GMT
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.:Name:. Lincoln kom Trikru (Linkon kom Trikru).:Nick Name:. Linc, Link, The Grounder.:Affiliation:. Grounder, Reaper (Formerly).:Age:. 24-27
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.:Physical Appearance:. Lincoln has a muscular, athletic build and stands tall, towering at a height of exactly six feet, two inches. He has brown tanned skin and a shaved head with a very particular shave line down the center of his head. His eyes are a dark piercing brown that are most of the time serious and without emotion. He has black tribal tattoos along the sides of his head and neck along with tattoos adorning his arms, back, and chest. He is mostly seen wearing grounder attire. Long sleeved shirt and trousers with a grounder mask and black face paint on occasion. Gloves are also worn and clothes made of animal fur. Sometimes he is seen with a dead animal on his back, which was killed during his hunts and serves as his food. During the time when he was a reaper, he wore white face paint and his neck splattered in blood. When he joins the Arkadian guard, he is seen wearing a guard uniform. .:Height:. 6'2.:Portrayed by:. Ricky Whittle
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.:Personality:. Lincoln is a very serious and guarded kind of man. Upon first meeting him, his expression is always serious and holds no emotion whatsoever. His first thought is survival and the duties to his people. He hardly smiles or shows any emotion whatsoever and he is always on his guard, not letting anyone in or allowing anyone to get to him in any way. For example, when he is seen hovering over Octavia after she falls down the ravine and passes out, his expression is serious and holds no emotion when he looks down at her. Lincoln is incredibly strong willed, having endured several types of torture without showing the slightest hint of emotion. When Bellamy and even Raven torture him, he is able to keep himself together and still refuses to reveal anything about the grounders or the antidote to save Finn. He is very introverted, not talking much or at all unless spoken to. When he takes Octavia back to his cave, he does not speak to her, only listens as she talks to him. When he does speak, he speaks the truth and his words are concise and direct. Over time, he slowly starts to open up a bit more and soften up a bit towards people, particularly Octavia. He slowly starts to let people in, mostly Octavia and both she and Bellamy are two of the only people who have made him smile. He is also very calm and peaceful. Despite stressful situations, he remains calm. From a young age, Lincoln always questioned the grounders ways and disagreed with their violent lifestyle. He would much rather have peace over war, but isn't afraid to fight if need be. He is a very hard worker, most times allowing his work to consume him. He is very loyal and caring to his people, whether it be Woods Clan or Sky People, or people he holds dear. He is very protective of those he cares about and often puts their well being first over his own. He is quite intelligent and tries to go about things rationally, logically, and creatively. Also, he is very organized. Having a book in which he documents what he's seen and places he's gone, as well as maps in order to keep track of where places are. He is also quite the artist, having been able to draw a pretty good picture of Octavia and even a reaper.
.:Special Skills:. Healing. That is Lincoln's specialty. He was formerly a healer for the grounders until he ended up betraying his people and was shunned by them, resulting in Nyko taking his place as the grounder healer. Even so, his skills of healing are still with him. He knows about several types of poisons and a variety of herbs that can cure those types of poisons. He can heal basic wounds and stab wounds, but Lincoln is no doctor. His medical expertise is limited to certain things. Also, Lincoln is an exceptional warrior. He can hold his own in a fight and is able to defend himself quite well. That doesn't mean he can't be overpowered. He is overpowered by the Sky People and taken away to be tortured in order to get information out of him. Lincoln is also overpowered by the Reapers and is kidnapped and taken to Mount Weather where he becomes a Reaper himself. Scouting is another skill that he is very good at. He is able to hide up in the trees and scout for animals and other people. He is very quiet and stealthy and you most likely won't know he's there until it's too late. When the Ark comes down, he watches the Sky People quite closely, in particular, Octavia Blake. He is there when the other grounders attack members of the Sky People and is able to sneak in and take Octavia away to safety.
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.:Birthplace:. Earth.:Family:. His father's name is unknown but he grew up in one of the 13 Trikru Clans. Indra was his Chief and Nyko became a good friend of his and he considers him to be a brother. Luna is a good friend of his as well. The Sky People eventually become his family after Lexa places a kill order on his head which forces him to stay in Arkadia. Due to his relationship with Octavia, Bellamy soon becomes like a brother to him, despite their rocky relationship in the past. Marcus Kane is a good friend of his and Lincoln looks up to him as sort of a father figure.
.:Occupation:. Healer, Warrior, Scout.:History:. Lincoln was born on Earth in one of the 13 Trikru clans. When he was a little boy, he saw a small drop ship come down to earth where he found a badly injured man inside. His first instinct was to help the man, but because he couldn't speak English at the time, he was unable to communicate with the man and ask him what was wrong. He brought the man food and water though for three days. Then he went back to tell his father. Unfortunately, this only resulted in Lincoln being forced to kill the man by his father. He was then told that the world has always been trying to turn him into a monster. From a young age, Lincoln always questioned the grounder's ways and even disagreed with them to some extent, but he remained loyal to his people anyways. During his travels, he met and befriended Luna of The Boat People and stayed with her for a brief time before returning home to his people. Shortly after he returned home, he saw yet another drop ship come down to the ground and he watched over them for awhile while remaining hidden. He quickly became intrigued by on one of the Sky People, Octavia Blake and even drew a picture of her in his book. He thought she was extremely beautiful and quickly developed a fondness towards her. After she fell down a steep ravine and was knocked unconscious, Lincoln found her and brought her back to his cave where he healed her wounds. When she escaped into the forest and found herself in the crossfires of a grounder attack on her people, he snuck up behind her and took her away to safety back at his cave.
Soon after Octavia returned to her people, Lincoln was captured and taken to the Skaikru camp where he was tortured by Bellamy Blake and Raven Reyes in order to get information on the grounders as well as an antidote to heal the poison that coated his knife when he stabbed Finn. He remained strong through it all, never saying anything or showing any sort of of emotion. Only when Octavia cut herself with the same knife did he reveal the antidote which ultimately saved both her and Finn's lives. Octavia then helped him to escape and they started seeing each regularly and a relationship quickly formed between the two. He taught her everything he needed to know about the grounders and their way of life as well as their language. From that point on, Lincoln went out of his way to help Octavia and her people, going so far as to betray his people in order to do so, which resulted in them shunning him and calling him a traitor. He became a Reaper briefly when several Reapers kidnapped him and brought him back to Mount Weather where the Mountain Man turned him into a reaper. At that point he lost track of who he was. The only thing on his mind was getting more of the red liquid. He became addicted to it and even after returning to his normal self, he found himself addicted to it. He almost wanted to give up, but Octavia reminded him that the grounders don't give up, they fight.
His time of being a Reaper is still with him though and he is still haunted by it. Lincoln helps the Sky People to take down Mount Weather. Afterwards, he stays with the Sky People after Lexa issues a kill order on him and he becomes part the Arkadian guard and helps them in any way that he can. His relationship with Octavia is still going strong and he has grown to consider all of them family and will do anything for them.
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