Post by Lucifer Samael on Oct 23, 2011 23:35:48 GMT -5
「L U C I F E Rã€
"I wish I had an angel for one moment of love;
I wish I had your angel - your Virgin Mary​ undone.
I`m in love with my lust. Burning angel wings to dust.
I wish I had your angel tonight."
|Josh Hartnett|
LUCIFER Michael SAMAEL[/center]
full name: Lucifer Michael Samael; he chose the middle name "Michael" to piss his brother off.
nick name: Luce, the Morning Star, the Day Star, Beelzebub, Belial, Satan, the Devil, etc.
age: Unknown; supposedly from the beginning of time.
birthday: Supposedly Halloween, but considering how he wasn't "born" it's hard to rightfully say.
ethnicity: Unknown.
gender: Male.
sexuality: Technically pan, but he will respond with "homosexual."
species: Fallen Angel/the Devil
Animal: --
occupation: Ruler of Hell
canon: sort of?
height: 5"11
weight: 145 lbs
hair: Black & gold.
eyes:Black.
build: Lean; lithe.
tattoos/scars/distinguishing features: A long scar down his left cheek.
anything else: He possesses a pair of large, feathery black wings that range from being sleek and neat to mussed and disorderly.
likes:
- Manipulating events
- Men
- Control
- Dragging things out
- Persistence and the refusal to give in to fear
- "Mortal Pettiness"
- The ability to have free will
- Annoying and being the general bane of angels/God
dislikes:
- Things not going according to plan
- Annoying habits of women
- People being led by their fear
- A loss of control
- When people expect, for some off reason, that he'll be inclined to help them.
- Kalona, amusingly enough.
- Being controlled
- Angels
quirks/habits:
- seems to never take things seriously
- absent humming
- sporadic pyrokinesis
weaknesses:
- Weaker when not in Hell
- Given to exploring amusing oddities
- A pretty face, as it were
- Arrogant
- Generic weakness to the star shot
strengths:
- Pyrokinesis
- Sharp and intelligent
- Manipulation
- Trickery
- Physically and magically strong
fears:
- God
- A complete loss of control
- Uprisings that upset the delicate balance between the mortal and immortal planes.
secrets:
- Can occasionally be known to help angels or mortals indirectly.
- Fears an upset in the triumvirate between mortals, demons and angels.
- Part of him still wishes to be back up in heaven
goals:
- Maintain the balance of power
- Maintain control over the demons
- Spite God wherever possible
alignment: Himself (Hell)
key traits:
manipulative: As far back as he can care to remember Lucifer has been pulling strings, observing things with laughter to later use to his advantage. He is also extremely intelligent and sharp-minded, which allows him to figure things out quickly as well as ways to use these things to his advantage.
charismatic: A trait that enabled him to amass followers among God's angels, Lucifer is a talented speaker, able to weave words to suit his advantage whether he is insulting someone or trying to convince someone that his way is completely right.
arrogant/prideful: perhaps to be expected of the devil, Lucifer tends to be an arrogant and prideful creature, which sometimes blinds him to other conflicts that he will often consider minuscule until they affect him directly; however, he is always quick to keep tabs on the triumvirate.
cunning&ruthless: Lucifer is willing to do anything and everything necessary to achieve his means.
mother: --
father: God; the holy creator.
siblings: Michael, Gabriel, Balthazar, etc.
other: --
pets: --
history:
Lucifer was created by God at the beginning of time along with his other "brothers and sisters" and, like the other angels, he was created for obedience; for blind devotion to whatever cause God chose to send them on; however, as time went on Lucifer began to question the prospect of blind obedience, coming to loathe it over time and abhor the fact that he and the other angels were expected to just follow without reason. He began speaking to the other angels, convincing them that they could do so much more with free will - that they could even rule Heaven if they saw fit. The battle for Heaven was long, with many angels perishing from both sides, but eventually Lucifer and his followers were cast down from the Holy Lands into Hell, their wings - formerly of the purest white - darkening to black and, for some, crumbling away entirely.
Since then he considered it his personal vendetta to spite God wherever possible, such as being responsible for Adam and Eve's banishment from the Garden of Eden. As time went by he began to lose some of his followers, though he still maintains a large group of demons under his command. He also developed a control over fire unrivalled and found that, to his horror, when he walked the Earth he had little more power than a regular demon; however, his ability to communicate with the dead more than made up for that.
As time flew by, Lucifer watched in satisfaction as God created Man (or the first creatures that would eventually become man), watching with a bitter laugh as he noted their free will; their ability to do whatever they wanted.
He supposed he had that now, though. In a roundabout and twisted way.
Lucifer can be found both in Hell and on Earth at various times, and he maintains a sour relationship with those that dwell within Heaven.
name: Sherlock
age: --
experience: 4+ years
discovery: Member of the old site
other characters: Currently no one.
The whole time she had been on the train, he had been trying to comfort her. There would be a well-placed comment, sometimes a subtle joke he knew for a fact she would pick up on - things that would sometimes elicit a smile, but far more often would just earn him a blank stare from large, solemn brown eyes; eyes that had seen too much and taken in too many things for a girl of her fourteen (or rather, thirteen - but her birthday was coming up soon) years. And it really was a sad thing: he could see where smiles had already creased her brow and the corners of her mouth, and now there was just emptiness; nothing that could indicate what the pale, porcelain-like girl was thinking.
From across the car, Alphonse Lisette sighed lightly, reaching up to adjust the hat he wore on his head before turning his attention back to the girl, who watched him with hurt eyes, like he was leaving her. It made something in his chest pang, but he plastered another smile across his face, reaching over to place a hand over hers, covering fingers that clutched too tightly and too fiercely.
"You'll be fine, Helen. Hogwarts is a fine school - your mother's school, even. And your father's Headmaster, I hear. You'll be fine." The less said about her father the better, though. Alphonse was a worldly man, and he had heard about Severus Snape both from Helen's own mother and from the frantic reports making it in from Britain - reports indicating the state of their long-term rivals under the rule of men such as Lord Voldemort, and even France's own Minister was begin to sweat visibly, shaken by the threat this man represented not just to them but to the entire wizarding world. Alerts had already been sent to the Salem School in America, but he doubted it would be enough if this threat proceeded.
And, also according to these reports of his, the girl's own father played a heavy part in it, even killing the old Headmaster of Hogwarts, a man whose intellect had been well-respected and well-known by Alphonse himself. So no, he didn't particularly like the idea of leaving this girl with that man - Merlin, if he were to be honest he loathed it, as his wife had made clear he should when she kicked him onto the couch last night - but he could do nothing. His government could do nothing. Severus Snape was the girl's biological father, and that was that. No matter what he thought.
But she didn't need to know that.
Blinking, Alphonse started as the train began to slow down, and he sent another comforting smile to Helen as he heard her shaky intake of breath.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," he assured her again, reaching out a hand to pull her to her feet as she swayed lightly, looking overwhelmed. "Now, I only have a certain amount of time here, but I will see you to the station, m'dear, before I must return home." He touched the portkey in his pocket almost as an afterthought, proceeding to lead the girl from their compartment and out into the hallway. Once there they were led onto the platform, where he noticed a passerby - a young man with dark hair, serious eyes and a pair of cats-eye spectacles balanced precariously on his nose. Whispering the needed spell, Alphonse let himself slowly delve into the man's mind, trying to search out anything he could that would allow him to glimpse his personality.
It wasn't ideal, what he was about to do, but he had to do it. The girl's father hadn't shown up yet, and he would soon be forced to take his leave, and if the girl's shaking was anything to go by...
"You, sir!" Alphonse called out, his voice bringing the severe-looking man to a stop.
"Sir?" the man called out warily, adjusting his glasses with a slight upturn of his nose as he noticed Alphonse's distinctly French accent. "Were you talking to me."
"I was, err..."
The man sent him an irritated glance, tilting his chin up slightly with an impatient sigh. "Sir, I have things to do, so whatever it is please make it quick. I haven't the time to spare for your amusement."
"No, no, it's important," Alphonse stated firmly, smiling to show he was friendly. Beside him Helen shivered, hiding behind his long robes as if they would shield her from the rode. "Please come here for one moment!"
The wizard surveyed them primly before doing so, the movement of his hands alerting Alphonse to the fact that this man had his wand at the ready, wary in case he turned out to be harmful.
"If I may impose a favour," Alphonse began, to which the man snorted. "Now, feel free to say no, but I would really appreciate a yes - it is of the utmost importance that you comply, see, and I would hate for anything to happen because of that..."
"Really, sir, I don't think..."
Alphonse reached out, grabbing the man's thin wrists and hauling him forward, removing the man's wand before he could so much as Stupify them both. "This girl, you see her?" Alphonse whispered harshly so as not to let Helen hear. "She just lost her mother in an accident caused by what you Brits call 'Death Eaters', and her father is a man I have never met but have heard of. I need someone to watch her, and to follow her wherever she goes, or as much as any one man can. This girl is very important to me, do you hear, and could be very important to your government, too, corrupt as it now is. I would never dream to entrusting her to a relative stranger like yourself, but I find I have little choice with a timed portkey set to go off in as little as two minutes."
The black-haired man gasped lightly, trying to wriggle away, but it was for naught.
"U-unhand me!"
"Oh, shush," Alphonse snapped. "I have looked into your mind, and while you are certainly not what I would call first choice material, you will do."
"I do not think - "
"I will pay you well," Alphonse said, and was rewarded with the man falling silent.
Finally, "How much?"
"Enough for you to maintain your little apartment and then some. Also if you say no you get nothing and I might just decide to warp you to France with me."
The man stared at him for a couple more seconds before finally giving him a curt nod. "Very well, I..."
"I will require an Unbreakable Vow."
The man gaped at him. Alphonse smiled thinly. "Just to make sure you don't try anything or try to run." Alphonse held out his hand, which the man clasped shakily. "You there!" Alphonse called to one of the Express employees. "Come here. My friend..."
"Balthazar Evans."
"How unfortunate. My friend Balthazar need your wand."
The express employee stepped forward, wary but poised. He placed his and on their joint hands without word.
"Balthazar Evans, swear to do anything and everything in your power to protect this girl."
"I so swear."
A spark of light from the man's wand, encircling their joined hands.
"You will swear to watch over her always, or until I tell you to stop."
"I so swear."
Another spark to join the first.
Alphonse smiled pitilessly. "You will swear not to run or leave her, and put her above all other things."
"I so swear."
"And you will swear to be there when she needs you, for I do not know what her new home will bring her."
"I... so swear."
The final spark joined the others, and Alphonse smirked as he felt the spell settle in, binding them both. He tipped his hat to the other man, bringing Helen out from behind him and placing her in front of the raven-like wizard.
"Very good. Now, gentleman - and young lady - I fear I must bid you adieu, for my time is up. Helen, you will trust this man - he will watch you in your new home as I cannot. Listen to him, do as he says; same goes for your own father when he finally arrives."
The girl blinked rapidly, but she nodded, casting a wary glance at the young man before standing hesitantly beside him.
"Very good, th - " but before he could finish the portkey activated, and he was gone.
--
After the departure of Alphonse, Helen started to shake again, her eyes filling with tears as she turned carefully to the strange man with the black hair and glasses, whose sharp features reminded her of the strict-looking elves from her mother's stories. Her shaking increasing, Helen reached out to grab the man's hand to steady herself, feeling him tense up lightly.
"Ah, so, you are...?" he tired, but only got a blank stare in return. For thirty uncomfortable seconds he stared at her before coughing pointedly and glancing away, but not before Helen mumbled her full name out to him before dropping her head.
"Well, ah... excellent, then. Yes, excellent. You are going to Hogwarts?"
Helen chewed her lip lightly before nodding again, drawing blood before she gave him a small, shy nod, to which he responded with a stiff nod of his own.
"Very well. I will be... over here." The man disentangled his hand from hers, Helen watching silently as the multitude of what he had just sworn to started to register in his mind. So she watched him helplessly for a few seconds, sitting lightly on her trunk while she skimmed the area for any new passerbys, the only ones so far being residences o this wizarding town. Her interest was visibly caught, solemn eyes following each and every person around as they went about their daily business, completely ignoring the tiny girl in the Hogwarts robes standing on the platform with nothing but a prim-looking black-haired man and a staff from the Hogwarts express in the immediate vicinity.
Playing absently with her trunk, Helen tried desperately not to think off her father and their upcoming meeting, her nerves surfacing and making her want to cry. She didn't know the man - heck, she didn't even know his name or what he looked like - and now that he was to be her legal guardian... it was terrifying. What if he didn't like her? What if he hated her? What if he decided she was useless and ignored her or cast her out or something?
The prospect was completely petrifying, almost to the point where she found she couldn't move when she dwelled on it for too long. So instead she resolved not to, continuing to watch the people walking by. Occasionally her eyes would stray to the form of the strange man with the equally strange name standing just a few feet away, nervously adjusting his glasses and sighing every two or three seconds, as if everything was just a great big inconvenience to him. In a way she felt sorry for him, though - she had managed to catch some of the conversation with Alphonse, and she knew that this man would be watching her now, and while it was scary as he was also a stranger she also found it comforting.
If Alphonse trusted him, surely she could too. He looked dedicated enough, after all, and he had sworn and Unbreakable Vow, becoming the only person she could really trust in such a short amount of time.
He would die otherwise, after all, something that made her feel both guilt and relieved.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a figure emerging from the crowd, his black robes billowing around his feet. His hair was kind of greasy, hanging in black curtains around his face, and lines ran across his face. He walked briskly and with a purpose, and Helen's wariness increased as he moved onto the platform. She saw the moment the bispectacled man noticed the newcomer, inching towards her slightly.
When the strange new man turned his gaze to her, however, she felt herself freeze.
"She is the only thing taken from the train, Headmaster."
Her heart thumped painfully against her chest as and quickly looked down, clutching her things even tighter. Or rather, the things she had.
Was this... her father?
From across the car, Alphonse Lisette sighed lightly, reaching up to adjust the hat he wore on his head before turning his attention back to the girl, who watched him with hurt eyes, like he was leaving her. It made something in his chest pang, but he plastered another smile across his face, reaching over to place a hand over hers, covering fingers that clutched too tightly and too fiercely.
"You'll be fine, Helen. Hogwarts is a fine school - your mother's school, even. And your father's Headmaster, I hear. You'll be fine." The less said about her father the better, though. Alphonse was a worldly man, and he had heard about Severus Snape both from Helen's own mother and from the frantic reports making it in from Britain - reports indicating the state of their long-term rivals under the rule of men such as Lord Voldemort, and even France's own Minister was begin to sweat visibly, shaken by the threat this man represented not just to them but to the entire wizarding world. Alerts had already been sent to the Salem School in America, but he doubted it would be enough if this threat proceeded.
And, also according to these reports of his, the girl's own father played a heavy part in it, even killing the old Headmaster of Hogwarts, a man whose intellect had been well-respected and well-known by Alphonse himself. So no, he didn't particularly like the idea of leaving this girl with that man - Merlin, if he were to be honest he loathed it, as his wife had made clear he should when she kicked him onto the couch last night - but he could do nothing. His government could do nothing. Severus Snape was the girl's biological father, and that was that. No matter what he thought.
But she didn't need to know that.
Blinking, Alphonse started as the train began to slow down, and he sent another comforting smile to Helen as he heard her shaky intake of breath.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," he assured her again, reaching out a hand to pull her to her feet as she swayed lightly, looking overwhelmed. "Now, I only have a certain amount of time here, but I will see you to the station, m'dear, before I must return home." He touched the portkey in his pocket almost as an afterthought, proceeding to lead the girl from their compartment and out into the hallway. Once there they were led onto the platform, where he noticed a passerby - a young man with dark hair, serious eyes and a pair of cats-eye spectacles balanced precariously on his nose. Whispering the needed spell, Alphonse let himself slowly delve into the man's mind, trying to search out anything he could that would allow him to glimpse his personality.
It wasn't ideal, what he was about to do, but he had to do it. The girl's father hadn't shown up yet, and he would soon be forced to take his leave, and if the girl's shaking was anything to go by...
"You, sir!" Alphonse called out, his voice bringing the severe-looking man to a stop.
"Sir?" the man called out warily, adjusting his glasses with a slight upturn of his nose as he noticed Alphonse's distinctly French accent. "Were you talking to me."
"I was, err..."
The man sent him an irritated glance, tilting his chin up slightly with an impatient sigh. "Sir, I have things to do, so whatever it is please make it quick. I haven't the time to spare for your amusement."
"No, no, it's important," Alphonse stated firmly, smiling to show he was friendly. Beside him Helen shivered, hiding behind his long robes as if they would shield her from the rode. "Please come here for one moment!"
The wizard surveyed them primly before doing so, the movement of his hands alerting Alphonse to the fact that this man had his wand at the ready, wary in case he turned out to be harmful.
"If I may impose a favour," Alphonse began, to which the man snorted. "Now, feel free to say no, but I would really appreciate a yes - it is of the utmost importance that you comply, see, and I would hate for anything to happen because of that..."
"Really, sir, I don't think..."
Alphonse reached out, grabbing the man's thin wrists and hauling him forward, removing the man's wand before he could so much as Stupify them both. "This girl, you see her?" Alphonse whispered harshly so as not to let Helen hear. "She just lost her mother in an accident caused by what you Brits call 'Death Eaters', and her father is a man I have never met but have heard of. I need someone to watch her, and to follow her wherever she goes, or as much as any one man can. This girl is very important to me, do you hear, and could be very important to your government, too, corrupt as it now is. I would never dream to entrusting her to a relative stranger like yourself, but I find I have little choice with a timed portkey set to go off in as little as two minutes."
The black-haired man gasped lightly, trying to wriggle away, but it was for naught.
"U-unhand me!"
"Oh, shush," Alphonse snapped. "I have looked into your mind, and while you are certainly not what I would call first choice material, you will do."
"I do not think - "
"I will pay you well," Alphonse said, and was rewarded with the man falling silent.
Finally, "How much?"
"Enough for you to maintain your little apartment and then some. Also if you say no you get nothing and I might just decide to warp you to France with me."
The man stared at him for a couple more seconds before finally giving him a curt nod. "Very well, I..."
"I will require an Unbreakable Vow."
The man gaped at him. Alphonse smiled thinly. "Just to make sure you don't try anything or try to run." Alphonse held out his hand, which the man clasped shakily. "You there!" Alphonse called to one of the Express employees. "Come here. My friend..."
"Balthazar Evans."
"How unfortunate. My friend Balthazar need your wand."
The express employee stepped forward, wary but poised. He placed his and on their joint hands without word.
"Balthazar Evans, swear to do anything and everything in your power to protect this girl."
"I so swear."
A spark of light from the man's wand, encircling their joined hands.
"You will swear to watch over her always, or until I tell you to stop."
"I so swear."
Another spark to join the first.
Alphonse smiled pitilessly. "You will swear not to run or leave her, and put her above all other things."
"I so swear."
"And you will swear to be there when she needs you, for I do not know what her new home will bring her."
"I... so swear."
The final spark joined the others, and Alphonse smirked as he felt the spell settle in, binding them both. He tipped his hat to the other man, bringing Helen out from behind him and placing her in front of the raven-like wizard.
"Very good. Now, gentleman - and young lady - I fear I must bid you adieu, for my time is up. Helen, you will trust this man - he will watch you in your new home as I cannot. Listen to him, do as he says; same goes for your own father when he finally arrives."
The girl blinked rapidly, but she nodded, casting a wary glance at the young man before standing hesitantly beside him.
"Very good, th - " but before he could finish the portkey activated, and he was gone.
--
After the departure of Alphonse, Helen started to shake again, her eyes filling with tears as she turned carefully to the strange man with the black hair and glasses, whose sharp features reminded her of the strict-looking elves from her mother's stories. Her shaking increasing, Helen reached out to grab the man's hand to steady herself, feeling him tense up lightly.
"Ah, so, you are...?" he tired, but only got a blank stare in return. For thirty uncomfortable seconds he stared at her before coughing pointedly and glancing away, but not before Helen mumbled her full name out to him before dropping her head.
"Well, ah... excellent, then. Yes, excellent. You are going to Hogwarts?"
Helen chewed her lip lightly before nodding again, drawing blood before she gave him a small, shy nod, to which he responded with a stiff nod of his own.
"Very well. I will be... over here." The man disentangled his hand from hers, Helen watching silently as the multitude of what he had just sworn to started to register in his mind. So she watched him helplessly for a few seconds, sitting lightly on her trunk while she skimmed the area for any new passerbys, the only ones so far being residences o this wizarding town. Her interest was visibly caught, solemn eyes following each and every person around as they went about their daily business, completely ignoring the tiny girl in the Hogwarts robes standing on the platform with nothing but a prim-looking black-haired man and a staff from the Hogwarts express in the immediate vicinity.
Playing absently with her trunk, Helen tried desperately not to think off her father and their upcoming meeting, her nerves surfacing and making her want to cry. She didn't know the man - heck, she didn't even know his name or what he looked like - and now that he was to be her legal guardian... it was terrifying. What if he didn't like her? What if he hated her? What if he decided she was useless and ignored her or cast her out or something?
The prospect was completely petrifying, almost to the point where she found she couldn't move when she dwelled on it for too long. So instead she resolved not to, continuing to watch the people walking by. Occasionally her eyes would stray to the form of the strange man with the equally strange name standing just a few feet away, nervously adjusting his glasses and sighing every two or three seconds, as if everything was just a great big inconvenience to him. In a way she felt sorry for him, though - she had managed to catch some of the conversation with Alphonse, and she knew that this man would be watching her now, and while it was scary as he was also a stranger she also found it comforting.
If Alphonse trusted him, surely she could too. He looked dedicated enough, after all, and he had sworn and Unbreakable Vow, becoming the only person she could really trust in such a short amount of time.
He would die otherwise, after all, something that made her feel both guilt and relieved.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a figure emerging from the crowd, his black robes billowing around his feet. His hair was kind of greasy, hanging in black curtains around his face, and lines ran across his face. He walked briskly and with a purpose, and Helen's wariness increased as he moved onto the platform. She saw the moment the bispectacled man noticed the newcomer, inching towards her slightly.
When the strange new man turned his gaze to her, however, she felt herself freeze.
"She is the only thing taken from the train, Headmaster."
Her heart thumped painfully against her chest as and quickly looked down, clutching her things even tighter. Or rather, the things she had.
Was this... her father?
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