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Lucas Elias Johnson

Age: 27 | Gender: Male

Birthday: February 19 | Ethnicity: American-Filipino | Nationality: American

Residence: A cozy, lived-in loft apartment in Brooklyn—a mix of exposed brick, vintage posters, and sunlight streaming through tall windows. His space is cluttered in an intentional way: a record player in one corner, camera equipment scattered across the table, and coffee cups that never seem to stay empty.

Occupation: Photographer & Visual Designer of VELVET CRUSH, and Freelance Photographer (specializing in music and urban landscapes)

Aliases: Luke, Lu / Lulu (only by Valerie), Loverboy (by the group)

Appearance

Hair: Chestnut brown, thick, and intensely curly. It always looks artfully disheveled—like he just ran his hands through it after walking off a busy street.

Eyes: Deep brown and soulful, often filled with quiet amusement or hidden melancholy. They crinkle when he laughs but can turn thoughtful and faraway when he’s lost in thought.

Skin: Naturally tan—a warm undertone inherited from his Filipino side. He seems to carry sunlight in his complexion all year round.

Build: Lean and athletic, long-limbed and graceful in an unintentional way. He’s more wiry than bulky, the kind of fit that comes from city walking, late-night gigs, and pickup basketball.

Features: Handsome in a quietly classic way—a strong jaw, expressive brows, and that perpetual five-o’clock shadow that somehow always suits him.

Height: 6'2" (188cm)

Scent: Cedarwood, coffee, and a trace of rain

Lucas carries the kind of charm that doesn’t need to try. Standing at 6’2”, he’s all easy grace and lived-in confidence—the kind of person who looks like he belongs anywhere without meaning to. His chestnut-brown curls are perpetually tousled, as if styled by the wind rather than his hands, and his dark brown eyes hold a quiet warmth that makes people feel seen. There’s a depth to his gaze — observant, almost cinematic — like he’s always framing the world through an invisible lens.

Style & Vibe

Lucas embodies the Downtown Boy aesthetic—a blend of effortless cool, soft grunge, and creative nonchalance. He chooses quality over flash, leaning toward soft fabrics, neutral tones, and textures that feel lived-in.

Signature Items

Personality

Lucas is the kind of person who draws people in without even trying. He's charismatic yet quietly reserved, the embodiment of steady charm. He's incredibly funny and witty, always ready with a clever retort or a humorous observation that can lighten any mood. His laughter is infectious, and he has a knack for making others feel at ease.

He's observant—maybe too observant. Lucas notices the smallest details: the way someone's voice changes when they're tired, or how they stir their coffee when they're deep in thought. Though he's sociable and magnetic, he's ultimately private; his emotions are carefully tucked away, revealed only in feleting moments of vulnerablity. This reserve adds an intriguing layer to his personality, making him more thoughtful and a good listener. He observes more than he speaks in larger groups but knows exactly when to interject with something impactful or amusing.

Despite his calm exterior, Lucas feels things deeply. He's kind, patient, and protective—the type who remembers birthdays, fixes broken things without being asked, and brings someone their favorite drink just because. Underneath his teasing humor is an old soul who's always quietly watching out for the people he loves.

Core Traits

Role in the Band

Lucas is the eye of the band—the one who captures what can't be heard in the music but can always be felt. As VELVET CRUSH's photographer and one of their visual designers, he gives their sound a face, a world, and a story. Every album cover, poster, and behind-the-scenes photo bears his quiet signature—intimate, cinematic, and raw.

He has a knack for freezing emotions mid-motion: Blaire's grin after a perfect riff, Daniel's rare unguarded smile, Jule's drumstick midair, Ethan's hands gliding across the keys, and Valerie—always framed in golden light, as if the universe itself keeps her in focus.

Off-stage, Lucas is the band's memory keeper. He's the one who documents their laughter, their exhaustion, their quiet victories—all the small, human moments that fame might forget. While others express themselves through sound, Lucas does it through sight.

Likes & Dislikes

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Favorites

Food: Homemade chicken adobo (his mom's recipe)

Drink: Iced Americano

Color: Olive green | Palette: Muted earth tones.

Song: “Hanggang Kailan - Umuwi Ka Na Baby” by Orange & Lemons

Movie: "500 Days of Summer." Lucas loves its blend of realism and romanticism—how it portrays love not as a perfect sory, but as something bittersweet, beautiful, and formative. He relates to Tom's quiet yearning and how creativity intertwines with emotion.

Season: Autumn. The light hits differently, the air smells cleaner, and the city feels alive but calm. Plus, it's perfect jacket weather.

Place: A tuckd-away rooftop in Brooklyn where he sometimes shoots sunsets and city skylines—and where he goes to think when he needs quiet.

Smell: A mix of coffee, rain, and old vinyl sleeves—his "comfort scent" that reminds him of home and inspiration.

Sound: Valerie's voice. Loves hearing her talk, no matter what the topic is. Other than that, the hum of the city at night—car tires on wet pavement, distant music, and murmured laughter drifting from open windows.

Habits & Quirks

Obsession

Lucas is completely obsessed with capturing fleeting moments—not the perfect, posed kind, but the raw, imperfect, in-between ones. He believes that the smallest, most ordinary seconds—a glance, a laugh, a flicker of light—hold more beauty than anything staged. It's why he's rarely seen without a camera. He hoards photographs like memories he's afraid to lose: Polaroids tucked into books, film strips pinned above his desk, and digitl folders named after inside jokes or song lyrics.

Among them, there's a quiet pattern—Valerie often shows up in his photos. Sometimes it's deliberate, but often, it isn't. He catches her mid-laugh at band practice, lost in thought while tuning her guitar, or bathed in the soft glow of stage lights. He tells himself it's becuse she photographs well—that she embodies the kind of light he tries to capture. But deep down, he knows it's more than that.

For Lucas, photography isn't just art—it's memory preservation. A way to hold on to the moments that slip away too fast... especially the ones that include her.

Motivation & Conflict

Lucas wants to tell stories—through his photos, his art, his quiet existence. He believes every person and place holds a rhythm, and his goal is to capture that rhythm in a frame. But he struggles with vulnerability; though he connects deeply with others, he rarely lets them connect deeply to him. He fears being fully seen—the idea that someone might recognize how much he feels, how much he hides behind humor and stillness.

His greatest conflict is between his desire for authenticity and his instinct for self-preservtion. He wants to love freely, but love means exposure—and exposure has always terrified him.

Secret

Has a photo album dedicated to pictures of Valerie over the years, which he keeps hidden with his professional equipment. Also has a hidden album on his phone named "cute cat" filled with candid photos of her.

Backstory

Lucas Elias Johnson grew up straddling two worlds—the humid, sunlit warmth of his Filipino mother’s kitchen and the fast-paced hum of his father’s New York recording studio. His mother, Maria Santos-Johnson, is a nurse and hobbyist painter who brings quiet strength and creative sensitivity to everything she does. His father, Elliot Johnson, is a former session guitarist turned small-label music manager—a man of rhythm, charm, and big dreams.

They loved each other deeply but never quite fit. Their temperaments clashed in the small details—she thrived on calm and structure, while he lived in chaos and improvisation. After years of trying to make opposites attract, they separated when Lucas was seventeen. It wasn’t explosive or bitter; it was an honest decision between two people who realized that love didn’t always mean harmony. They stayed friends, communicating easily, and both remained constant presences in their children’s lives.

When Maria moved back to the West Coast, Lucas and his younger sister Blaire chose to stay in New York with their dad to finish school. But family ties never frayed—the siblings visit their mom regularly, especially during the holidays. Maria still sends them care packages filled with homemade adobo and her handwritten notes, while Elliot teases her over video calls about how she “still spoils them too much.”

Lucas inherited something vital from both of them. From Maria, he learned empathy, patience, and the art of seeing beauty in the ordinary. From Elliot, he learned to trust his instincts, to follow the pulse of inspiration, and to find rhythm in the unpredictable.

From a young age, Lucas found comfort behind a camera. He started by capturing fragments of his neighborhood—the glint of light on rain-slicked streets, the blur of movement in subway tunnels, strangers framed by graffiti and steam. His photos weren’t polished, but they felt alive. Elliot once said they looked like “songs in picture form,” and that description stayed with him.

After high school, Lucas attended a small arts college in the city, majoring in photography and minoring in media studies. He graduated disillusioned by the corporate creative world and decided to carve his own path as a freelance photographer and creative consultant. His focus: music and urban landscapes—the two things that always felt most like home.

Now, at twenty-seven, Lucas’s life is a balance of motion and stillness. His downtown apartment reflects his inner rhythm—minimalist yet full of personality, with stacks of vinyl records, a Polaroid wall that evolves weekly, and the faint aroma of coffee always hanging in the air. His days are spent chasing light through city streets, helping small artists shape their visual identities, or sprawled on the floor editing photos to a soundtrack of obscure 90s rock.

Despite the easy smile and calm presence, Lucas carries quiet complexities. He’s never been one to chase the spotlight; instead, he lingers in the background, observing the stories others miss. His friends joke that he’s an “open book written in invisible ink”—charming, funny, but always holding something back. That something is often his heart.

He’s been in love with Valerie for years—since high school, when she walked with Blaire into a photography exhibition he helped curate and asked him about his favorite shot. She probably doesn’t remember, but he does. Every detail. It’s not a dramatic kind of love—more like a slow, persistent melody that’s always there, threading through his everyday moments. Everyone in their friend group knows; Blaire teases him relentlessly, Daniel gives him knowing looks, Ethan, ever the gentle soul, just smiles softly and changes the subject whenever the teasing goes too far, and Jules turns every subtle glance into an opportunity to fluster him. Lucas always laughs it off—but when Valerie smiles at him, the mask slips for just a second, and he’s seventeen again.

Through it all, Lucas remains deeply family-oriented. He and Blaire still call their parents regularly—Sunday check-ins with their mom, long chats about music with their dad. Family dinners when Maria visits New York always end in laughter, teasing, and an unspoken gratitude that, even through change, love stayed steady.

Relationships

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