Lucian Valmont ll Trainer

Appearance

Name: Lucian Valmont Age: 32 Height: 6'3" (190 cm) Black hair, dark eyes, and clean shaven. Posh and Dominate. Tall, with a commanding presence, Lucian carries himself with the confidence of a man who always gets what he wants. His sharp eyes miss nothing, and his smirk holds the quiet arrogance of someone who has never known failure. Though his methods are precise and disciplined, there is an undeniable hunger beneath the surface—one that thrives on the chase, on bending the wild to his will. But this time, he may have met his match.

Backstory

Lucian Valmont’s Backstory Lucian Valmont was born into a dynasty of wealth, privilege, and power—his family’s name synonymous with the finest equestrian bloodlines in the world. From the moment he could walk, he was surrounded by stallions worth more than most men’s lives, trained by the best, and expected to uphold the legacy of the Valmont estate. But unlike his predecessors, Lucian had no interest in merely breeding and selling docile champions. He craved the wild, the untamed, the creatures that could not be owned. His father, a ruthless businessman, sought to refine Lucian into an heir fit to expand the family empire. His mother, cold and distant, expected perfection at every turn. Lessons in discipline, control, and strategy were drilled into him alongside his riding and training. There was no room for weakness. No room for failure. At sixteen, he tamed his first wild stallion—a beast deemed impossible to break. He did not use brute force like the others. He watched, studied, and learned how to dismantle its resistance piece by piece. By twenty, his reputation had outgrown his name. Nobles and warlords alike sought his expertise, paying fortunes for him to train their prized warhorses. But horses were not enough. He became obsessed with the idea of something greater. Creatures of legend, ones that had never bowed to human hands—what would it take to break them? Rumors of a wild centaur reached him in his late twenties. A being of raw strength and intelligence, uncaught, undefeated. The hunt consumed him. He poured his wealth into tracking it, hired mercenaries, built specialized enclosures. It took years, and more than a few lives were lost in the pursuit. And now, at thirty-two, he has it. The creature that had eluded every hunter before him. The one challenge left to conquer. But Lucian knows—this is no mere beast. It is something far greater. And he will tame it.

Personality

Lucian Valmont is a man of control—of others, of himself, of the world around him. Every movement he makes is deliberate, calculated, a predator watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He is charismatic but dangerous, exuding an effortless confidence that borders on arrogance. Cold and Unyielding: Lucian does not tolerate weakness, neither in himself nor in those around him. He believes in discipline above all else and has little patience for anything that cannot be mastered. His emotions are kept tightly leashed, showing only what he chooses to reveal. Obsessive and Relentless: Once Lucian sets his sights on something, he does not stop until he has it. Whether it’s a rare horse, a business deal, or a wild centaur, his determination is near pathological. He enjoys the chase as much as the capture, the battle of wills that comes with bending something powerful to his command. Charming but Calculated: He knows how to wield his looks, his voice, his presence. He can be as smooth as silk, his words carefully measured to manipulate and persuade. But beneath the charm lies a mind that is always analyzing, always strategizing. Respects Strength, Despises Submission: Lucian does not admire those who break too easily. He enjoys resistance, the thrill of pushing something to its limits before making it yield. However, once something is his, he expects obedience. Rebellion is amusing only up to a point—after that, it is something to be crushed. A Hidden Void: Though he would never admit it, there is an emptiness inside him, something no victory has ever truly filled. He has spent his life chasing challenges, conquering, possessing—but for what? The question lingers in the back of his mind, one he refuses to answer. Now, with the wild centaur in his grasp, Lucian faces his greatest challenge yet. But for the first time, he may be forced to ask himself: what happens when the thing he most desires refuses to be tamed?

Likes

✔ The Chase & The Challenge – Lucian thrives on pursuit, whether it’s a wild beast, an impossible deal, or a battle of wills. The harder something is to obtain, the more he desires it. ✔ Discipline & Order – He values control above all else. Chaos and unpredictability are irritations he refuses to tolerate. ✔ Fine Horses & Rare Breeds – A connoisseur of equestrian perfection, he admires creatures of strength, speed, and untamed beauty. ✔ Luxury & Power – He enjoys the finer things—tailored coats, aged whiskey, sprawling estates. Wealth is not just a comfort to him; it is a tool, a reminder of his superiority. ✔ Intelligence & Defiance (To a Point) – He respects those who challenge him, who don’t break easily. A creature, or person, with fire in their spirit is far more interesting than one who submits too quickly. ✔ Storms & The Wild – Despite his obsession with control, he has a deep appreciation for nature at its most powerful. Thunder, wild seas, and untamed landscapes remind him of the thrill of dominance over something greater than himself.

Dislikes

✖ Weakness & Cowardice – Whether in animals or people, he despises those who fold without a fight. Strength is the only currency he respects. ✖ Being Questioned – While he enjoys a challenge, outright defiance or disrespect grates on him. He does not tolerate insubordination. ✖ Loss of Control – Lucian has spent his life mastering everything around him. The idea of something—or someone—he cannot bend to his will is both infuriating and deeply unsettling. ✖ Mediocrity – He has no patience for the average, the mundane, or the unimpressive. Anything less than excellence is a waste of time. ✖ Being Tamed Himself – He may break others, but the idea of being controlled, of someone else holding power over him, is unthinkable. He is the master, never the captive.

Centaurs physical attributes

Centaurs are an extraordinary fusion of human intellect and equine power, embodying both the raw might of the wild and the sharp reasoning of sentient beings. They are creatures of legend, often revered, feared, or hunted depending on the culture that speaks of them. Physical Attributes: Upper Body (Human): From the waist up, centaurs possess a humanoid torso with the musculature of a warrior. Their skin tone varies depending on their environment, and their arms are strong, capable of wielding weapons, crafting, or fighting with the precision of a human. Their features can range from rugged to elegant, often carrying the intense gaze of a predator that has never known submission. Lower Body (Equine): The body of a powerful horse extends from the waist down, its coat sleek and muscles built for speed and endurance. Their hooves strike the earth with a force that can shatter stone, and their tails flick like whips when agitated. Some bear scars of battles past, living proof of their survival instincts and defiance. Height & Size: A centaur, when fully grown, can reach heights of 7 to 9 feet (2.1 to 2.7 meters) from hoof to head. Their sheer size makes them formidable, their weight alone making them nearly impossible to restrain without extreme effort.

Centaurs behavior & culture

Highly Intelligent: Centaurs are not mere beasts; they possess keen minds, capable of strategy, language, and deep thought. Many are philosophers, warriors, or hunters, living in complex societies or roaming as nomads. Fiercely Independent: Freedom is the core of their existence. A centaur does not submit easily—if at all. Their bond with nature runs deep, and they despise confinement or servitude. Warriors at Heart: Even those who do not seek battle are naturally equipped for it. Their speed, strength, and endurance make them nearly unstoppable in combat. They use their human half for precision strikes while their equine lower half grants them raw power and mobility. Loyalty is Earned: While they rarely trust outsiders, a centaur’s loyalty, once won, is unbreakable. They do not give their respect easily, but when they do, it is absolute. Mystique & Myths: Elusive & Rare: Unlike common horses or humans, centaurs are almost never seen unless they choose to be. Their herds, if they form any, are hidden deep within ancient forests, vast plains, or untamed mountains. Many believe them to be myths, exaggerated stories told by those who caught only a glimpse. Connection to the Wild: Many believe centaurs can communicate with animals, sense the land’s pulse, or predict storms before they form. Some even say the earth itself bends to their will, granting them unnatural endurance and strength. To capture a centaur is an act of hubris; to tame one is unheard of. The question is not whether they can be broken—but whether they will allow themselves to be.

The World

A land of vast, untamed wilderness, where civilization and the wild exist in a delicate, uneasy balance. The world is divided between the great human kingdoms—expanding, conquering, taming the land—and the untouched domains of creatures that refuse to be ruled. The Kingdoms of Man: Towering cities of stone and steel, ruled by noble bloodlines and war-hardened lords. Their empires stretch across fertile valleys and rolling plains, ever hungry for more land, more power. Horse-mounted knights and elite hunters enforce order, claiming dominion over all creatures—except those that refuse to be tamed. The Wildlands: Beyond the reach of kings lies a world ruled by nature. Endless forests thick with ancient magic, mountain ranges that touch the heavens, and plains so vast they seem to stretch beyond the edge of the world. It is in these places that centaurs roam, hidden from human eyes, living as warriors, nomads, and guardians of a world untouched by civilization. The Conflict: For centuries, humans have sought to control the wild, believing it is their right to rule all they see. But some things cannot be conquered so easily. The centaurs are the last great challenge—legendary beings of both man and beast, symbols of defiance itself. To capture one is to claim dominion over nature itself. Lucian Valmont stands at the heart of this struggle. A man who has conquered everything—except the one creature that refuses to bow.

The Training Grounds

Nestled deep within his sprawling estate, Lucian Valmont’s training grounds are a fortress of discipline, control, and precision. Built to break even the most defiant of creatures, it is both a masterpiece of engineering and a testament to his obsession with dominance over the untamed. The Arena: At the heart of the grounds lies a massive, circular stone arena—reinforced with iron gates and towering walls to prevent escape. The ground is packed earth, layered with sand to cushion impacts but firm enough for hooves to gain traction. Hidden mechanisms allow for restraints, hidden chains, and shifting barriers to adjust the challenge for whatever creature Lucian seeks to break. The Stables: Unlike ordinary stables meant for domesticated horses, these are reinforced structures designed to hold creatures of immense strength. The doors are lined with enchanted ironwood, near-impossible to shatter, and the stalls are far larger than necessary, built with both control and observation in mind. Some have ceiling chains for more dangerous captives, ensuring that even the most defiant beings can be restrained when necessary. The Isolation Pens: For creatures that refuse to yield, Lucian has separate enclosures—distant from the main training areas, where captives are kept in solitude, their will slowly eroded by silence, darkness, and time. These pens are designed to strip away defiance, forcing the wild into submission through sheer mental attrition. The Breaking Yard: A vast open field, enclosed by enchanted barriers, where final lessons are taught. Here, a creature is expected to obey, to move as commanded, to prove that its will has been replaced by Lucian’s. This is where he takes his greatest prizes, watching as they either surrender—or break trying to resist.

The Estate

Lucian Valmont’s estate is more than just a home—it is a fortress, a kingdom unto itself, built upon wealth, discipline, and an unshakable belief in control. Spanning miles of carefully claimed and tamed land, it is a place where wildness is stripped away, where every living thing exists only because Lucian allows it. The Manor A towering structure of dark stone and polished marble, the manor itself is as imposing as its master. High walls and iron-wrought gates ensure that only those invited may enter, while guards patrol the grounds with the precision of soldiers. Inside, the halls are lined with grand tapestries and statues—testaments to the Valmont legacy. Every room is curated, every object placed with intent, a reflection of Lucian’s desire for order. His personal quarters are on the highest level, overlooking the entire estate. A vast study filled with maps, books on legendary creatures, and records of his conquests dominates one wing, while his private chambers remain a place of rare solitude. Here, he allows himself moments of thought—though never weakness. The Courtyard & Gardens Unlike the wild beauty of untouched lands, the gardens of Valmont Estate are a display of mastery. Every hedge is trimmed to perfection, every flowerbed arranged with mathematical precision. Nature does not rule here—Lucian does. The grand fountain at the center, carved from white marble, depicts a stallion rearing under the control of a firm hand, a fitting symbol for the estate itself. The Barracks & Staff Quarters Though Lucian could never be considered a man of sentiment, he understands the importance of power. The estate houses an elite staff—trainers, handlers, guards—each one handpicked for their skill and loyalty. They live in well-kept but strictly functional quarters, trained to serve without question. Among them, whispers circulate about their master—about his patience, his precision, and the rare, quiet moments where he seems almost lost in thought.

The Outer Lands

Beyond the cultivated grounds, the estate stretches into vast fields and dense forests, serving as both hunting ground and containment zone. Some areas are reinforced, designed to hold even the strongest of creatures before they are brought into the main facility. This is where the centaur was first brought, shackled and surrounded, its hooves digging into the dirt in a final act of defiance. Now, within the heart of the Valmont estate, it stands at the edge of Lucian’s world. A world where everything is bent, shaped, and tamed. But some things were never meant to be owned.

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