Lukas the Trickster

Lukas the Trickster is notorious character amidst the ranks of the Space Wolves, a raucous and ebullient figure who defies authority just as willingly as he defies the enemies of the Chapter. The glories sought by other warriors of the Chapter matter not one jot to Lukas, who cares neither for advancement to the Wolf Guard, nor for the approval of his peers. Instead, his greatest desire is the freedom to work his unparalleled mischief upon whomever he fancies, preferably killing as many of the Chapter's foes as he can along the way.

So it is that Lukas has wrought countless acts of singular cunning upon the enemy, duping a sizable Ork Waaagh! into fighting a self-destructive civil war, causing the dark technologies of a rogue sect of the Adeptus Mechanicus to turn against their creators and orchestrating the downfall of hundreds of renegade Space Marines within the Sea of Lost Souls. In short, he is anarchic and brave in equal measure. It is unsurprising that his many detractors have dubbed him 'the Trickster'. And yet, in spite of all of this, he is popular within a certain swathe of the Chapter's membership. The Blood Claws salute his antics, both before and after his initiations among the Space Wolves, while the leadership of the Chapter recognise in him a free spirit, the very embodiment of the Chapter's independent and anti-authoritarian nature.

While Lukas remains the irreverent upstart that he is, he will never achieve advancement within the Chapter, forever a Blood Claw. Such a sentence suits him well though, for Lukas enjoys their company far better than that of the stuffy, level-headed members of the Chapter, whose concerns are musty old sagas and ancient battle doctrine.

Lukas had his secondary heart torn out by a Dark Eldar Prince, an encounter he now laughs about, though it would have easily killed a lesser warrior. In its place he had stasis grenade fitted. Should an enemy ever best him, Lukas is determined to have the last laugh.

Lukas is the only man known to have hunted down and slain a chameleonic Doppegangrel. He proudly wears the pelt as a prize, and benefits from the confusing, shimmering images with which it confuses his foes.