[hider=Luciel J. Lavandou] [Center][color=a187be][h1][b][u]Luciel J. Lavandou[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center] [center][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/eyJ1cmwiOiJodHRwczovL3MtbWVkaWEtY2FjaGUtYWswLnBpbmltZy5jb20vNzM2eC84OS81NS83Yy84OTU1N2M2NjAxOGU1NDc2OTY4ZDQzNDAwNDViMDRhYy5qcGcifQ.qPuhrn_wW4DY3vQNkThmUb0742A[/img][/center] [center][h2][i]”This world is a dangerous place to live; not simply due to the aspirations of those who are evil, but because of those who do nothing about them”[/i][/h2][/center] ________________________________________ [b][u]Age:[/u][/b] Estimated 17-18ish [b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b] Odd jobs, Contract killer, vigilante [b][u]Race:[/u][/b] Jackalope Chimera [color=gray](The bloodline is a bit racially mixed)[/color] [b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Androgynous male [b][u]Height:[/u][/b] 5'2" (5'10" counting ears)[color=gray](Stunted growth from malnutrition in their youth)[/color] [b][u]Weight:[/u][/b] 110lbs [color=gray](Bare necessities. Old habits die hard)[/color] [b][u]Descriptive Appearance:[/u][/b] While the various personas Luciel plays as have their own motifs, going so far as to crossdress for the bartender and weekend singer role as well as the bi-weekly shift manager 'Ansel', Luci's tasts are a bit bland. Luciel is most notably clad in a scarf of various plaid intricacies. Other than this, he shifts between a hooded pea-coat, simple white T-shirts and nondescript jeans. He is an avid fan of high-top converse, plain steel rings and leather gloves. For disputable reasons, Luci sometimes wears an eyepatch on 'pirate logic' (keeping one eye dilated as to preserve night vision). - Vertically slit pupils, single antler, forked tongue. - Runic tattoos across their shoulderblades and their back ribs depicting a thin web where a large spider is detailed out of darker runes. The language is in Iaillaosian and speaks of Abject concepts regarding the corporeal composure of mankind. - A numeric tattoo etched into his left collarbone reading "2-11073A". [color=gray](Usually kept covered by scarf)[/color] ________________________________________ [b][u]Personality[/u][/b] [u]Layer A:[/u] The 'Masquerade' that typically runs Luciel's behavior is a collection of personas and backstories. While there may be about five, he mainly utilizes two primaries named 'Ansel' and 'Kaitra'. Ansel is a more organized Englishman and night manager at The Hole. Fatherly in some ways, he is stern but compassionate and quick with a joke only when it's appropriate...a sick parody of who the man really was. Kaitra is the day bartender and occasionally morning barista at The Hole. The quiet type who also works as an information middleman of The Warran's agents and their infrequent dealings with Murder Inc. She comes off a bit aloof, but means well when you get past the sass. [u]Layer B:[/u] 'Luciel' proper is divided into two categories when considering 'non-acting behavior. The most professionally experienced side is also the most elusive of his faces, going by the alias 'Charlotte'. Most mobs have had run-ins with 'Charlotte' for seemingly no reason over the last few months, starting with the warehouse fire which resulted in the destruction of a sizable smuggled weapons cache. Since then, it is suspected that 'Charlotte' is a sadistic malcontent with a blood-grudge against both the Pack and Pride as well as little regard for the lives of innocents. Little else is known due to the infrequency and thoroughness of her attacks. Jericho Lavandou (or more commonly known as 'Luciel'), on the other hand, is more or less a timid, mob sponsored, street doctor who values his privacy and the weight of a secret. He hides behind faces of the dead to live in relative anonymity. However, investing so much time into being other people has left him unsure who he really is. The main characteristics that bleed through the various masks is his otherwise good nature, though his reasoning and ethics may be a bit flawed. He is eager to please, but broken from the fears of his past. Seeking to belong in the world, he simply cast a wide net...unfortunately, due to the deals he struck, nothing is ever good enough. [u]Layer O:[/u] Depressed and nihilistic. Luciel's life is wasted on the past and obsessing over what could have been done 'better'. His common disposition in its rawest of states is the child who had lost all but the breath in his lungs. In some childish manner, Luciel blames himself for what happened to his family, those around him and himself. He is empathetic as long as it meets his morals, and swift in judgment and violence with a numb handle on reality, the 'real' Luciel is never completely invested in anything...having already reached self-actualization...and is discontent with his lot in life. [b][u]Quirks:[/u][/b] - Considered having split-personality disorder, though likely acting as a defense mechanism . - Can become reactively violent when threatened. (Bad negotiator) - Gets 'Carried away'. - Bites nails when stressed. - Closet Cannibal. - Rarely honestly smiles. [hider=Background] [color=a187be]Life was not quite how I describe it, now. Yes, there was a family and I had relatives, although it was unlike the stories I tell how we were simply victims of war. It was three families living in a small house, and I only say three since I was technically from somewhere other than those who took me in. However, this information would be kept from me until it was important since, as an infant abandoned in the street, it no longer mattered who I was. I loved them all...I mean...I could have just as easily been left to die with my eyes closed with my youth. I should have died. My eyes opened and I knew the world only as a game with souls as pieces on the board; what I could [i]take[/i] from them. The Nazis decided to keep me alive for some reason, my family not having the papers to explain me. It was then that...I don't know...maybe they did it to protect me? As we were pulled apart, kicking and screaming, they told me everything they could before the accent of a gunshot painted a picturesque example for anyone else daring to resist. They weren't my family, but they were. Maybe they said it so I would not miss them, so that what was about to happen would hurt less. I didn't know how to feel, but it was quickly made clear that I no longer decided how I felt. When 'tests' weren't being done, my keepers having found some interest in keeping me in one piece as opposed to the others in my group, I earned some semblance of favor by...helping. It was called helping, but winning food by fighting other children to the death over a knife...over a cup of gruel... They ran out of other children. Or they stopped sending them to me after what I did to the last one... ...I was so hungry... I was punished by having one of my antlers carved out. My handler fashioned it into some kind of handle plating for one of his knives. It was beautiful, to be honest, but it was mine...a part of me that was stolen. After this, food came regularly as well as other experiments. I was never told what they were doing, to matter how hard I cried or begged. Shocks...shots...I couldn't give them the answers they wanted, hell, I barely understood what they were shouting at me while I was shook and beaten by even the scientist. Six years of my life were spent starving and suffering. It had been for almost as long as I lived before it all and it had become my life. I became a man in the darkness, and I died in the darkness. The darkness was my new family and was all I knew. By the time I saw the light, it was [i]alien[/i] and [i]blinding[/i] like being set aflame in a block of ice. Silence and stillness of peace were a hostile miasma so thick that I could barely see the world around me through my own fear. I think it was during this time that I...lost? It seems like a fitting word for how much of myself simply disappeared after simply waking up in my apartment like it was all just a bad dream. Small flashbacks of my time in the warehouse work its way to the surface on occasion. Ugly men would pay an ugly monster filthy money to do unspeakable things to me...[/color] Luciel pauses, catching the antler-plated butterfly knife and pulling out the second ebony plated knife. With a flick of the wrist, he sent the weapon into a double-zen rollover. [color=black][sub][color=gray][i]Sounds of straining leather. A snap and a pained moan.[/i][/color][/sub] The blade glints beautifully in the dull light of the weak overhead bulb. Like silver in the moonlight. [sub][color=gray][i]Steel cutting with grizzly scraping and carving as fur and flesh is peeled away. Muffled screams echo down a concrete hall. Dripping.[/i][/color][/sub] The blade stops, blood dripping from it and its brother, clenched in ink-black hands with curling claws before going in for round two. Luciel's hand lifts the man's chest, suit stained with blood and ruined with a dozen holes. He seems frozen for only a moment, gasping but being held up by two other twisting black hands clenching his arms with enough force for their claws to hook into his flesh. In a second, the armed hands stiletto like a sewing machine, stealing the life and breath from the man as the soft voice of Luci coos, [color=a187be]"Oh, Ansel...you've made me zee luckiest man in zeh verld~"[/color] blushing while looking between the fingers of his hands pressed to his blood-splattered face. A pleasant grin.[/color] The blade stops with a resounding metallic chime...closed... [color=a187be]...and now they don't.[/color] [/hider] ________________________________________ MAGIC SECTION HERE! [b][u]Specialization:[/u][/b] Darkness [b][u]School of Magic Attended:[/u][/b] Physical Abstract [b][u]Primary Deity Worshiped:[/u][/b] Iaillaos [b][u]Permanent Sacrifice:[/u][/b] Yes. [list] [*] Deity Sacrifice was made to: Iaillaos [*] Reason behind Sacrifice: Fear of the world and a loss of what had made them who they were. To discard their fear and remain focused on their task, such mortal links were broken. Unfortunately, this numbness left vengeance bland and immaterial to his existence; the world still turns, regardless of how many people die every day. A simple drop in the ocean was only accentuated by the lives one murder saves...or the next one...or the next one...or the [i]next[/i] one...etc. [*] What was Sacrificed: Their Soul [/List] ________________________________________ [b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b] The Black Iron Mantle - Runes depicting the shapeless words of Iaillaos are etched into the fitted plate armor Luciel wears. Though the metal is laughably thin, the sustained spell is memetically linked to Luciel's mana. Relatively light weight for its design, the magic has stained the steel black and it holds up against most attacks at the cost of Luci's mana rather than health. Similar to his magic. - Billfold containing two razor blades, a few business cards to 'NightOwl' and $24 in assorted 1s and 5s [indent][u]Messenger bag[/u][/indent][indent]- Medical kit stocked with extra supplies; vials of morphine [color=gray](And hypodermic set)[/color], surgeon's tools.[/indent][indent]- Water canteen.[/indent][indent]- Fake glasses+case, makeup kit[/indent] [b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b] - Leg-fixed bandolier of 3 throwing axes. Broad-head, all of them are scuffed and dented along the sides. - Two 8in (Handle base to extended tip) French manufactured butterfly knives. One has ornate silver-plated ebony handles scribed with runes vertically reading 'estate (of) sun and ash' set into the length with the trademark lightningbolts 'SS' at the bottom, burnt in silver. The blade itself holds a swastika on each side of the kicker section of the tang. = The second is crude in comparison, a polished cast iron frame speckled with rust with what looks like stag antler plats set unadorned in either handle. Like its pair, a swastika is etched into either side of the kicker section of the tang. - One snub-nose double-barrel derringer shotgun. Brass jacket 12 gage, 00 buckshot. - Two Double-action .38 revolvers - One brass knuckle which is too big for his hands. Embossing on the plate reads 'Vereor Nox' (Latin for "I fear the night") [b][u]Other:[/u][/b] [hider=Theme][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ehm2SUYQbQI[/youtube][/hider] [hider=Extra] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjSBjDBk49c[/youtube][/hider][/hider]