Born to an upper class family in London, Lucian Burdon was raised with the sense of indifference only luxury can provide. Throughout his life, he struggled with the dull boredom of it all, going day to day, needing nothing and wanting only to break the dreariness of his existence. In order to break free of the supposed murk, he resorted to hedonistic debauchery, indulging his lusts and desires to his heart’s content, but none offering more than a brief glimmer of light in the darkness. It was not until after the death of his parents that he began to seek out longer lasting remedies, which would inevitably lead him to the dark arts. Eventually, Baron Zoria would arrive in England and, using his exceptional skills and leadership, develop his own following in search of lost cities and old magics. Lucian, however, held no respect for Zoria, and as the Thorns began taking hold, he simply scoffed and continued his search for something far older and far greater. While his own abilities began to grow, he was still merely a man, one who had begun to develop a tight circle of acolytes, but just a man all the same, and he soon recognized the limitations that would place on him, and for a man that had never been denied in his life, this limitation would not stand. It took some time, but eventually he found the proper ritual and called forth his few acolytes to assist. That night the gloom of London was thicker than usual, and by the next day the papers and rumors would speak of gruesome murders, a bizarre and ‘Satanic’ ritual, and Lucian’s supposed flight from justice.

Of course, one cannot always believe what they read, and while the scene was gruesome and Lucian was nowhere to be found, the truth of the matter was far different. However, none would ever be the wiser, and for just over a century rumor turned to legend, until the only legacy he carried was that of a cursed home and a ghoulish fiend that parents employed to terrify naughty children. The truth of the matter was quite different, and for the century since his disappearance, Lucian lingered in a hellish realm of pain and torment, until the faithful night when his contract would be honored. He had no choice but to wait, bide his time and endure, until the dark god honored his ritual, a century of time to reflect on the foolishness of his actions.

The contract was finally honored in the lands of Dark Astoria. While the god slumbered, he had little need or use for a lowly mortal, but as factions began to search for him, to use him for their own pathetic ends, he finally had a purpose for Lucian. Resurrecting him with his ancient magic, coupled with a number of incantations to assist him against the Pantheon, Lucian was born again in the darkness of Moth Cemetery, a dark knight created with the singular purpose of defending his slumbering master from any and all interlopers. With his task set before him, he quickly began his deception and manipulation to do as his master asked, the first step being to give the appearance that the Pantheon had summoned him for horrid purposes, and that to save him, they needed to be destroyed. While fleeing from the Pantheon, who in fact were attempting to destroy him when they’d discovered what he was, he ran into an unsuspecting woman that he felt could be the first of many pawns in his arsenal to fulfill his task, and while he eventually deluded himself into thinking they could be more, in the end he realized he should have known better, but it gave him one of many new lessons to learn in this new world.

Always a rather bright man, it didn’t take Lucian long to decipher the new society he’d been flung into, and while pop culture would perpetually elude him, mannerisms and social norms became rather apparent. Of course, learning, mastering and inevitably exploiting these norms would need be a necessity if he were to complete his task, and stage one involved his name. While he had no notification of the circumstances surrounding his death, he could only imagine the nature of what happened, so to avoid any potential researchers or historians looking into his past, he began by changing his name, and thus Lucas Knight emerged from the shadows and into the light of Paragon City. Fortunately, the nature of the city allowed him to blend in rather easily, and no one paid much attention as he began to explore his new abilities, gifted to him by his god.

However, even in a city like Paragon, it is impossible to stay truly invisible for long, and with his continued efforts throughout the city, most of which performed simply to avoid suspicions if he were to target the Pantheon alone, he gained the attention of a relatively unique group of individuals. The Codex sought him out, and under the claim of being a clandestine group, rich in resources and support, convinced him to join their ranks. While this was beneficial for some time, and he managed to use them to his own ends on more than one occasion, it was soon made painfully obvious that they could not live up to their claims. After their mysterious leader sent them to the Zigg penitentiary to claim a select individual and the ensuing chaos that followed, he realized just what they were, a group of children, playing at heroics and wielding more power than they deserved. Attempting to make the best of an unfortunate situation, he lingered longer still, hoping to find something to compensate for all that’s happened, but finding nothing, he soon left their ranks to fend for himself.

Despite the actions of his Silent Church, Lucas has always held true to his own agenda. The Pantheon may have given him life, but they also sought to strip his freedom. He would not rest until he had repaid them in kind for the favor. As his power grew, so did his confidence that the day of reckoning was, in fact, at hand. With his cloak secured tightly over his shoulders, he set off into the night, despite Shannon's objections.

To his great regret, his abilities were of Pantheon origin and thus of limited use against them. He returned on Halloween night with somethin else pulling the strings, controlling him entirely. Helpless against it, the puppeteer sought to destroy what he cherished most, and led the initial onslaught against Shannon herself. It was met by a surprising admittance and was, by her efforts, cast out, giving control back to the man she had grown so fond of.

From the day he had heard of the magical forces with the city's War Walls, he had set out to gather and forage as much of their power as possible and, once mended, he set out to finish that quest while the Days of Night still hung overhead. Upon completion, he entered a room of his home that had scarce been opened before to begin the next stage of his plan. The construction of a weapon, one built out of the gathered magics of numerous sources. From Carnival Masks, to Circle Thorns, to Midnighter Secrets, this sword held the collected might of the city. Designed from the beginning to cut through any mystical barrier and obstacle he might cross. The forging of the sword nearly stripped him of his new life, if not once again for the assistance of his Light.

From the day he was resurected, Lucas has been able to bend dark forces to his will. Utilizing the power given by ancient gods, he has demonstrated numerous abilities, many of them still growing in strength and ferocity.

Assault: Charging his hands with the ancient might, he has been able to devastate his foes. Crushing dense alloys beneath his blows, devastating Council Mechs and Malta Titans alike. However, on living creatures, the effects are quite different, as if he were attacking the soul itself, leaving his targets in a painful, yet typically non-lethal, daze.

Protection: Allowing the same darkness to flow through him, he has been able to shield himself within it's strength. He does not hide, nor evade. The attacks hit and are met by his personal levels of protection. However, recent activity has shown that utilizing his blade augments the way his Dark Armor effects him.

Support: His dark powers have been shown to have an effect on those around him as well. Drawing from the life force of others, he can heal himself and others. However, in 'healing' others, he merely infuses them with additional life force, lacking the ability to actual cure the damage. When not healing himself or allies, he can cause massive detrement to his opponent's performance and even invoke images of hellish nightmares to stun enemies in their fear.

With the creation of his sword, he has taken to mastering it's art. The process is slow after spending such time utilizing his fists alone. He remains confident that his skills were grow however.

His new body itself has been gifted with various talents, due to the nature of the Pantheon's ritual. While not immortal, the more he utilizes his abilities to tap into the life force of others, the slower he ages. Currently his agins seems to have stopped.

Along with this longevity, his body tends to heal damage after a period of time. The wounds turning to dust before vanishing. Of course, the more potent the wound, the longer it takes to vanish. To date he has been able to push bullets from his skin, recover from being impaled, all with only minor annoyance.

Much like his Pantheon forefathers, Lucas has learned the art of necromancy. Able to summon the dead to fight once more at his side, obeying his every command, yet always longing to satisfy their savage hunger for flesh. He has even been able to impart some of his power and technique unto them, giving them the ability to fire dark energy or weild swords of their own.