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Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@FallenTrinity
Awh, I thought I implied my character worked there, but I'll have to double check that. :x

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Edited in an 'on the surface' to Luciel's personality to make him come off as not so much...crazy...as broken.
This is also because I reread that I wrote and it seemed to be mostly nonsensical redundancies at times.
- Also re-punctuated a few bits to make sentences more coherent. (sorry >_<)
- Reviewed overall CS integrity to improve and elaborate in certain fields.
- Rewrote biography
- Added a derringer shotgun to his armaments.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Luciel J. Lavandou

Appearance

Eerily androgynous and takes full advantage of it with their choices of attire as their occupation occasionally calls for. Their only definite article of clothing that stays consistent is their taste in scarves. Sports antlers, each with three points.
Because of their tendencies and proficiency with disguise, its difficult to assume his age. Likely, hes somewhere between 18 and 25.

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Name: Luciel J. Lavandou ("Angel" or "Lulu" (by those who know him (Hates it)))
Gender: Androgynous Male
Furry Species: Jackalope
Age: Suspected to be somewhere between 18 and 30 (Lost a good bit of time and isn't completely certain)
Height: 167cm (About 5'6 (about 6'1ft counting ears))
Weight: 55kg (About 121lbs)

Personality

On the surface
At first glance, Luciel is a bit socially awkward and willing to try new things. While they're a bit defensive about topics regarding themselves, they welcome other topics. Such alternate subjects can become strange and without direction, like a bridge between the unconscious and conscious mind; speculation and metaphors would paint the jack as a starving-artist sort of eccentric poet. Wholesomely against senseless violence, taking self defense too far may come off as an unwanted insight into their deeper psyche.

Luciel comes off as being literal and with a flat sense of humor rather than dark. Slow to catch onto jokes, if at all perceptive, their notion of recreation and leisurely-invested humor appears practiced and disingenuous to the point of coming off as condescending and facetious. However, this hollowness seems beyond intention as they come off as objectively friendly and accommodating. To the less apathetic sorts, this effort's seemingly stark transition at times can be off-putting.

Regardless, his overall behavior gives the impression of warmth and even a compelling façade of innocence at times. Implying a worth to be around, though leaving a long and dark shadow of unsettling discomfort from forced emotions.

Maybe hes just shy and tries too hard to fit in?

The mess of many names

Starting with the easiest summary, sociopathic. Like many others on the streets who fell apart when faced with the strife, Luciel broke at a young age. Luciel convinced himself that relying on others wasn't what gave anyone strength, and his mindset bent to see people as tools of their own design. He came back slower than the others in his archetype, but many are certain he's still not entirely there. Frequent bouts of disproportionate bite in response to their treatment and experiences landed them in trouble with the law a few times while still in practice after injuring "sparring partners" (Slum opposition). Of this, he'd gotten skilled at free-running to evade cops. While he respects the duty of the police force, they wear on him as his life was built in the shadows, and through this, he has developed a small fear of authority.

They're known by those who've worked with him to be cold and calculating, heavily influenced by logic which they use as a mask to hide the bitterness they feel towards general existence, especially other anthros, in a nihilistic fashion with only small exceptions. On the topics of masks, even with their disposition considered, Luciel carries himself with a pleasant nature even in their own darkest moments but only until they feel genuinely threatened do the claws come out.
It's obvious and disquieting how they frequently use emotion as a veil to keep themselves from others, while still coming off wholesomely approachable and even friendly in most situations; The tone and conveying of words are wielded like a honed blade rather than of nature and sincerity, aimed to cut where it can. He genuinely wants to fit in, but finds trouble empathizing the way others do and often dodges emotional conflict when he can.

Luciel enjoys the company of women, though not in the physical way. This is hinted to by the scents they adorn their scarf with. Most attribute the scents towards making themselves appealing to the opposite sex...most are often wrong as this does not explain the use of both cologne and perfume. The ruse is in a lack of identity, as Luciel can pass as either and has no preference beyond the truths concerning his actual anatomy.
Simply, he finds their personalities intriguing if not alluring. Seeking to appease women could be considered the closest thing he has to a hobby. Chivalry in serving, protecting and avenging women and those unable to protect themselves unintentionally earned him a small-time occupation as a bit of a vigilante.

All in all, Luciel is gritty and tough to handle in a single sitting once you get past his games, though charming in a strange sense once you get over his glaring social flaws.

Bio

Luciel was born into poverty and learned to be a rat (for lack of a better term) at an early age. Everything from petty theft to selling bounty information for quick cash, it was never his intention to draw the attention of the underworld.
Bite enough hands, and you're bound to get slapped...and the jack found it out the hard way on his way back one day with a confident grip of credits only to find the tucked dwelling in the riverside slum painted in blood. His blood, so to speak; the bodies of his parents mangled and tossed about the area where many must have bore witness if they hadn't quietly fled in fear of meeting the same fate.

Alone.
His lack of care that brought him enough credits to support his family for months in their condition left him with an unfortunate fortune at the age of 12. This 'fortune' that he saw was likely worth the monthly rent in an apartment of questionable quality, though there was more than enough to buy information. It was simple questions for high prices from those who took advantage of the kid: "Who killed them?" and "Where are they"...
"How much is it, and how do I hold it?"
"And for the ammo?"
"What do I get in return?"

It wasn't long before the underworld chewed Luciel up and spat him out as the monster he now is, having settled his dues and taken back what was rightfully his: vengeance, shame?

Himself.

In the confusion and torment that made up innumerable moments in his life, the creature who this week calls himself 'Luciel J. Lavandou' had been made whole in the blood of those who used him. In return, he paid prices to absolve his past and make right on his promise to his parents that he made once upon a time.
After all of the bloodshed and all of the bodies were tallied up by his grand betrayal of those who 'cared for him', Luciel was left with everything he could carry and fence.

Since then, 'Angel' has taken various odd jobs and collected on choice bounties with seemingly aimless discretion as his methodology rarely fits anyone consistently enough to be worth chasing...heinous murders used to cover his tracks using his discerning MO. He has become sporadic and unstable while the past caught up with him, hitmen roamers lurking in shadows for a description that he no longer fits, and personal demons teasing the integrity of his mind...

Luciel bides his time in a small yet respectably furnished apartment while occasionally bartending or 'waitressing' at a local inn 'The Hole', waiting for the next job opportunity to grab his attention. On weekends, they sing...not much, though.

Inventory: Attache case
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- Derringer shotgun Boot-holstered or in armor cleavage-region
- Attire changes, though Luciel juggles between rather slimming kevlar vests. One of which has a bit more armor around the chest...if you know what I mean.
- Three throwing axes bandoliered to his right thigh.
- A single sleet hook-bladed knuckleduster kept in a boot-holster.
= In possession of a gas mask; paranoia in case the dome gives out.

Other:
- Speaks with a slight accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers.
- Mild agoraphobia and prefers to be indoors.
- Odd religious tendencies and mannerisms revolving around an affinity towards spiders.

Casual curiosity / A Toil of Ruses
Alone with myself

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@VKAllen
Of sorts. What sophisticated people call 'agents' and 'spies', his usual clientele know his profession more along the lines of 'hitmen' and 'snoops'.

Soooo, essentially a PI with VERY loose morals.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@FallenTrinity

Sorry, edited out the previous post because I read through the CS and a bit a misplaced punctuation spooked me.
>_<

Also, yes, definitely xD

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Done, more or less.

Issues

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Luciel J. Lavandou

Appearance

Eerily androgynous and takes full advantage of it with their choices of attire as their occupation occasionally calls for. Their only definite article of clothing that stays consistent is their taste in scarves.

pic

Name: Luciel J. Lavandou ("Angel" or "Lulu" (by those who know him (Hates it)))
Gender: Androgynous Male
Furry Species: Jackalope

Height: 167cm (About 5'6)
Weight: 56kg (About 124lbs)

Personality: Starting with the easiest summary, sociopathic. Like many others on the streets who fell apart when faced with the strife, Luciel broke at a young age. Luciel convinced himself that relying on others wasn't what gave anyone strength, and his mindset bent to see people as tools of their own design. He came back slower than the others in his archetype, but many are certain he's still not entirely there. Frequent bouts of disproportionate bite in response to their treatment and experiences landed them in trouble with the law a few times while still in practice after injuring "sparring partners". Of this, he'd gotten skilled at free-running to evade cops.
They're known by those who've worked with him to be cold and calculating, heavily influenced by logic which they use as a mask to hide the bitterness they feel towards general existence, especially other anthros, in a nihilistic fashion with only small exception. On the topics of masks, even with their disposition considered, Luciel carries himself with a pleasant nature even in their own darkest moments but only until they feel genuinely threatened do the claws come out.
It's obvious and disquieting how they frequently use emotion as a veil to keep themselves from others, while still coming off wholesomely approachable and even friendly in most situations. The tone and conveying of words wielded like a honed blade rather than of nature and sincerity. Aimed to cut where it can; he genuinely wants to fit in, but finds trouble empathizing the way others do and often dodges emotional conflict when he can.
Luciel enjoys the company of women, though not in the physical way. This is hinted to by the scents they adorn their scarf with. Most attribute the scents towards making themselves appealing to the opposite sex...most are often wrong as this does not explain the use of both cologne and perfume. The ruse is in a lack of identity, as Luciel can pass as either and has no preference beyond actual anatomy.
Simply, he finds their personalities intriguing if not alluring. Seeking to appease women could be considered the closest thing he has to a hobby...always was a mama's boy.
All in all, Luciel is gritty and tough to handle in a single sitting, though absolutely adorable once you get over his glaring social flaws.

Biography: Abandoned on the streets after their homeless parents were slain, Luciel started a trade of thievery for protection from a local gang. It was a robust tactic of cooperation with two other grown men who'd made a profit off of using him as a distraction while thieving, themselves. Through observation, Luciel eventually got his crew into trouble by using their methods to pin the blame on adults while making off with more than enough to sustain himself. He was quickly pinned as a snitch in his local underworld; "A...little girl with black fur..." didn't get far as Luciel became aware both that he had the resources to pay for his own needs both through selling out bounties as well as stealing for themselves. With the money to clean up, they faded into obscurity with the means to purchase dyes.
Dyes, androgyny, and anyone paying anything under the sun to do virtually anything landed the jackalope in a fairly nice, yet small, apartment...but this story begins with Luciel pulling a knife from an associate's chest.
'Associate' being his way of referring to those he knew, regardless of if they knew him with his current persona, it wouldn't matter as they strode out of the VIP booth of a local dive, wiping their mouth for added affect to sell the point of what was expected to be a whore leaving their customer. Though gangs spent the next few days patrolling the area on the other side of town for a brunette bunny with red eyes, the albino went back to their roots a few blocks over from the Hole.
Laying low, Luciel has been growing his antlers out while catching up on local gossip, looking for more jobs after getting his first taste of murder, going shopping for nice clothes with his paycheck after accounting for rent, and lastly, getting tips at bars while lingering around for the opportunity to interject into conversations regarding potential work.
Whatever pays the bills; as to say, it isn't like he has the moral bearing to have a sense of standards.
They've since made a tiny name for themselves as 'Angel', a mercenary hitman-face of sorts keen on establishing themselves as 'to the letter', though uncomfortable to work with for various obvious reasons than many are reluctant to talk about.
As a day job, Luciel has been biding his time at a nearby inn, serving occasional days as a bartender of sorts.

Inventory:
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp)
- Attire changes, though Luciel juggles between kevlar vests. One of which has a bit more armor around the chest...if you know what I mean.
- Three throwing axes bandoliered to his right thigh.
= In posession of a gas mask; paranoia in case the dome gives out, but he doesn't often keep it on him.

Other:
- Speaks with a slight accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers.
- Mild agoraphobia and prefers to be indoors.
- Odd religious tendencies and mannerisms revolving around an affinity towards spiders.

Theme

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

@FallenTrinity
I asked, probably modern at most.
Environment-preserving domes aside.

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

Working on a character, just curious what the level of tech is.

Tales from The Watering Hole (A Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries )

Yeeeahhh, Muse has been kinda MIA and "a few days" has turned into almost a week and a half...

If we're thinking about continuing, regardless, has anyone heard of ShadowRun?