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Post by Lucian Stone. on Aug 12, 2007 18:57:29 GMT -5
The character.
Name Lucian Alexander Stone.
Nickname(s): Midnight; Lucy, Luce, Lucifer.
Age: Looks 20; is actually 120.
Mutations/Abilities: Large, strong black feathered wings.
A dose of natural immortality - but sickness, wounds, etc. can kill him.
Controls darkness, such as shadows, fog, and smoke.
Face Claim: Nicolas Bemberg.
Appearance: Lucian Stone, a fairly waif-like figure who stands at around 6’ tall. Overall, he’s rather gaunt and lanky with excellent bone structure – that is, his entire structure is bone. Luce has so little meat that a hungry lion would scarcely consider him for a meal. It makes a question of weight rather out of taste and almost tedious. Frankly, Luce is slender; “honesty” would go somewhere along the lines of “emaciated”, but that’s only used in the most negative of insinuations. It is a fact that Lucian is no where near extreme, and is also not riddled with any pesky disorders. Any such notion is merely derogatory gossip.
It is easiest to continue in a manner starting from head to toe. Lucian’s hair is a wild bit of a thing. It’s long on top, but cut rather short around the sides and back. This sort of cut calls for his very unique sort of styling. The long bangs are brushed up and away from his face with the rest of the hair following in that manner. It’s often worn very up; and sometimes very tousled; whenever he bothers with it. On more casual days, however rare, Luce brushes it flat, which creates bangs similar to the structure of the Little Mermaid’s. His hair is a deep, rich mahogany color with silver undertones in its sheen. The hair has never been touched by a color specialist, but Lucian takes extensive measures to buy the latest and greatest salon products.
The face of Lucian Stone can only be described in a candid manner using the phrase: “dissatisfied elegance”. From under his widow’s peak, Luce’s long, expressive forehead and brow fall. Those matching eyebrows are thick and scarcely ever raised; least it be in disgust or sarcasm. They are seemingly in a constant “what-the-hell-are-you-doing?” furrow; sure to leave a few wrinkles on the bridge of his nose later in life. They hood his mildly sunken eyes, casting a bit of a shadow over his lids, giving off a slightly brooding impression. The eyes themselves are a very light, haunting blue color that's as cold and piercing as ice. However, they rarely let any light through, and can appear quite lackluster at time. The infamous gaze of Lucian Stone oozes an aura of dispassion and procures an irresistible intrigue.
Lucian’s nose is very mundane. From a long, plummeting bridge it suddenly curves back up again at the end, creating a sort of ski-slope shape. It’s slightly bulbous at the tip, but not terribly so. He has long slits for nostrils and has fairly no control over how that portion of his body appears. However, it is identical to his mother’s. What takes the emphasis away from his nose are his high, gaunt cheekbones that sit below his eyes and fall like waterfalls to border his mouth. They are, in essence, his best facial feature. Along with all that was aforementioned, he has small, pouting pink lips that all transcend from a long, fine square jaw.
Lucian’s neck and collarbone are picturesque of elegance. His skeletal shoulders are thrown back in such a fashion of the finest posture. He walks with his spine straight and his whole body erect with the only arch is that of the very final vertebrate of his neck, which just arches the smallest bit to tilt his head. Every muscle and bone is tense no longer, trained naturally to assume this high form of propriety with ease. His chest stands up and out, giving off an appearance of confidence and pride. The torso of Lucian Stone is cavernous and lean; his skin flows in waves of ribs before plunging down into his waist, of which women would be jealous of, and then only to launch up and pull tight against his hips.
The limbs are long, and match the body fairly well. They have a bit of brown hair that covers them to a mild extent, but nothing along the lines of ape-like. His hands fall to lengthy fingers, calloused in some places that fall victim to his violin practices. The rest of the skin that covers his body is very smooth, and has a healthy sheen to it. Rarely tan, it has a very classic “peaches and cream” tone to it for the most part, becoming only “sun-kissed” in the heat of summer. This skin is firm and tight against his physique and well hydrated.
And of course, we cannot forget Lucian's most notable features - his large, voluminous wings. Like a slick raven's, these powerful wings sit soundly on Lucian's back, moving to his moods and emotions. His wings practically overpower his light boned physique, which make them impossible to hide. They are strong enough to carry himself pluss one full grown male, but anything more will leave him grounded.
Family: Lord Ramsdale Stone && Margaret.
Personal History: Mutants have been in human history for thousands of years; scattered here and there, whispered about in legends and myths. But, Lucian really is a relic. He was born in 1887, London, England, to a prestigious Lord and his family. The child was perfectly normal for the most of his young life - his father growing his young son to be a fine gentleman and heir to the family fortunes. But once he hit puberty, something terribly strange started to happen.
Two large bulbous lumps appeared on his back, which brought nothing but confusion from the doctor. Every night Lucian would rack and scream with pain as the lumps steadily grew beneath his skin; stretching it's very limits. Eventually the doctor made the desicion to cut out the bulges in a risky operation. Lucian pulled through, but the lumps began to reappear the very next day. Eventually a dark mass grew so much that it split open the stitches; but beneath the blood and gore were little downy features.
The family didn't know what do to; so they rushed to the nearest church and asked the Priest if their son was an angel. The Priest took the boy and looked at his tiny makings of wings, but decided that angel's wings were white - not black. So that meant that their son was surely a demon of some kind and had to be killed at once. Luckily, Lucian was a smart enough child to escape by accidentally utilizing his powers over darkness to beshadow the entire church and escape through the thick fog.
Unfortunately, where was a child to go? Much less, one who was being called a "demon" by the town's most trusted priest. Lucian wandered about, cloaking himself to hide his wings which grew larger and larger with each day. He stumbled upon a travelling circus however, and decided that maybe this would be his best hope. He was practically starving to death anyway.
Mr. Rochester, the ring man and founder, was in utter awe of this young boy - and was far more concerned with profits than of demons. So he signed Lucian up as the "Raven Boy" with a cage of his own and a theatrical beak and costume. Now, every young child dreams of running away to the circus, but nothing could express the sheer terror Lucian felt on a daily basis. He was constantly ridiculed, condemned, poked, prodded, and laughed at. All he wanted to do was to go home - to his family. It was all Lucian ever dreamed about - all he ever lived for.
An unexplainable restlessness took him over one night, and so atop the tallest hill, Lucian jumped off - frantically fluttering his wings behind him. Of course, he smashed into the ground three times - but eventually he got the hang of it. Of course, flying was more of a strenuous exercise than he had immagined, and didn't last more than an hour in the night sky. He returned to the circus exhausted and defeated that he could not be flown home. But of course, he couldn't give up. For the next five or so years Lucian stayed with the circus and fluttered his wings at night in secrecy, to build up the necessary muscle and knowledge of air.
But his years at the circus were bittersweet. As much as he hated the crowds, he had a family within the other freaks - some of which were real mutants themselves. But had always a special liking for a young girl - Cecily. They were the same age, and she was a runaway who rode the white horses around the rings. Lucian would sit and watch for hours as she rode. He was in a haze of young love for the girl, whose curiousity for him abounded.
The two developed a keen friendship for each other, and into their later teenage years, unbridled love for each other. She didn't care if he had wings - she thought they were the most marvelous wings in the world. And he thought she was the most marvelous being in the world. The two adored each other, which was why it broke Lucian's heart so much to part with her one foggy night. He was finally strong enough to fly to his old home - and his heart was aching for it just as much. And so, with many tearful goodbyes, Lucian flew out into the night on his way home.
He expected his family to see what a fine, handsome eighteen year old boy he had become - to welcome him back with open arms and kisses; but it was not to be so easy. When Lucian arrived he could see the longing and love and adoration in his mother's eyes, which was only to be overshadowed by his father's unbridled prejudice and his brothers and sisters' fearful stares. Lucian was run out with sticks and stones, but so heartbroken, he could not flee without trying to enter some sort of sense into the minds of the townspeople. However, they did not want to listen and imprisoned Lucian - cutting off his wings and tying him to a stake to be burned. But Lucian did not die - his fury and sadness opened within him is control over darkness, and for one moment he was all powerful. Enraged, he took the smoke from the fire and suffocated every breathing lung that was there to persecute him that day. Luckily his family were too ashamed to attend, and they died only in his soul and memories.
He spent the next few years wandering about - letting his wings grow back in even more painfully. He went here and there without a cause. Haunting places; haunting faces. He finally settled to hang about an abandoned manor and cast shady rumors over the small farming town. He scared off anyone who came to inspect the house and remained in a life of seclusion. Until one day he just decided to get up and leave - that decision came when his thoughts finally came to Cecily once again.
She loved him - unconditionally. And so, he set out to find her. She was no longer with the circus - they told him she had set out to America in order to find wealth and prosperity. And so Lucian fluttered aboard a steam ship one night and set sail across the ocean for what seemed an endless amount of dreary days. Lucian was terribly sea-sick, and couldn't get out to fly because of fear that someone would see him. And so he sat in the cargo hold, throwing up his guts and drinking some poor chaps expensive champagne until they docked once more.
But now what? Here he was in crowded America with a huge hump-back under his trench-coat - which drew many, many eyes. And he was to find Cecily in all this mess. New York - what a horrible place. But he looked around for a few more years still, surviving on a talent for stealing, until one day a name came up. In the newspapers, there was supposedly some burlesque dancer in Atlantic City who went by the name "Saucy Cecily" and was suing some broad for raping her. Lucian went immediately.
He flew all day and all night - not caring who saw him or not. He didn't stop until exhaustion pulled him from the air, or he had arrived on Cecily's doorstep. And one night, he did. But the feeling pained him - especially since his last doorstep surprise didn't end too well. This time he wrote up a clever little note instead, and placed it gently within her mailbox. Then one day she appeared at the fair he had asked her to meet him in - and the rest was history.
Lucian and Cecily lived together happily on a secluded farm that she had bought from her settlement. However, she could never stand to have sex after what she had gone through. But, Lucian was kind enough to not care - for he was equally scared of what sort of child they might had. So the two lived a life of sweet innocence and love for many, many years. But there was something amiss. While Cecily's face began to wear wrinkles and her hair faded to gray, Lucian always remained constantly enveloped in a youthful glow. In fact, Lucian looked exactly the same as he had twenty years ago. This fact devastated him; but he was true to Cecily and lived with her and loved her to the day she died.
But then that day came and went; but Lucian had not even the slightest wrinkle to his skin. This drove him infernally mad; why not kill himself? He wanted to be with Cecily in heaven - wherever she was... But something was lacking in Lucian's faith, and he couldn't bring himself to do it. The years rolled by quietly again. Lucian had lots of time to think and ponder and toy with his ability to manipulate shadows... smoke, even the fog. He got good - mostly out of boredom, and had no idea what to do with himself. Until one day he decided that this was enough waiting, and he wasn't getting any older.
This drove Lucian mad with the celebration of living and experiencing the world. He wore his wings proudly, drank, smoked, seduced women - loads and loads of women who thought they were being screwed by Gabrielle himself. He saw the wonders of the world - toured continents - and when he was tired of seeing things - he learned about them. Lucian read and read and devoured knowledge to it's fullest extent. He hoped to understand everything around him - and maybe even to find out about himself.
And then once he was done reading, he set off to find others like himself - other mutants to learn about. He found a few, but most were kept in prisons or worse - government labs. Lucian toured about the world some more, read some more, loved some more, until finally he wore completely out and the thoughts of suicide came back to his head. He was all ready and willing to do it one night, when there was a frantic knock at his apartment door and a scream for help.
He opened it to find a young woman who had been mugged and bruised up pretty badly. He invited her in, but the woman didn't exactly know what to make of Lucian's wings. He calmly told her all he knew about genetic mutations - in a very understandable way - and offered her a cup off coffee. Luckily she was open minded enough to understand. Her name was Victoria, and she spoke vaguely of an uncle under a similar condition. She was immediately entraced by the quality of Lucian - like a reincarnation of Cecily herself - but Lucian did not stick around longer than a night.
He left early in the morning, abandoning his whole apartment and possessions. Going through another eighty years of heartache was not what he had in mind. So, on a whim, he joined a scientific community who specialized in research of mutant genes, which is where he met Cornelious Arnold, who had also enrolled himself. The two were quick to become friends, but found that the research agency was not what they had expected - more like a torture prison than anything else. But, sharing a small cell late at night, Arnold would speak to Lucian of his plans for uniting mutants and getting the government to recognize them as a race - like any other race. Lucian merely told him his thoughts were a fool's utopia; but didn't mind thinking about them.
Eventually the two escaped the laboratory nightmare. Lucian decided to pal around with Arnold, who had salvaged the research results to display to congress. He was a man on a mission, and Lucian liked that. Eventually the two went through the court system and got a grant to start an autonomous community anywhere they liked - as a petri dish of sorts to see what putting lots of mutants in one place would do. Arnold suggested somewhere remote, and thus the desicion for Alaska was enabled.
Lucian helped build some of the town, but he was mostly interested in devising a constitution or government plan of some sort. He was a key role in the laws and system work today in Blackbriar. However, one night while strolling through town, a familiar face came upon him. It was Victoria - from out of the blue. She said that she had seen his efforts in the papers and wanted to help out - for the cause. Of course Lucian couldn't deny her; but he couldn't stop loving her from that moment on either.
Arnold died ten years later from a mysterious disease; and after another five years the government ruled that Blackbriar was a success and that mutants had equal rights. Of course, this did not go without some backlash. The Human Project, a group of vigilantes who believed in the extermination of mutants, razed Blackbriar to the ground in protest. Over half of the community died, including Victoria. This brought Lucian to the edge of reason, starting a vengeful protest in her name - and the likes of mutants everywhere.
During his weeks in Washington, Lucian fell back into a pattern of vices and anger. He had one night stands (cue darling Ciel) - seducing beautiful women for no other reason than that he could. But the protests only turned violent when the Human Project showed up and started a full-blown riot. The government reeled in thought of civil war - had Lucian imprisoned - and put extensive laws over mutant powers and their use in the real world - which basically meant that they could not be used at all.
Lucian spent a few good years in jail, just sitting and thinking about everything. About where he would go next, or what he would do. But each time he felt his thoughts become enraged with frustration and anger. His personality had made a final shift, into someone extremely cynical and wicked. He escaped from prison easily enough, and returned to Blackbriar. Lucian was surprised to find that the town got right on without him; but he was not allowed his seat in the Triage back. Even more frustrated, Lucian lurked around town to convert mutants into joining his cult of sorts.
Of course, he needed someone to help jumpstart his operation. And while sitting outside the University one night, Lucian found just the right guy. A frustrated mutant who need a little... divine guidance. Lucian seduced him into becoming his second-hand man, and to help him plan to take over Washington. Their plan was just put in motion recently within the large mutant community of Blackbriar.
Personality: Lucian Stone is, in the most candid sense, a charade. His personality is a chameleon that colors itself to the context of what is being presented. He is a brilliant actor and lives in a constant state of lies, alibis, and misconception. The Lucian Stone presented to the world is far different than the cruel, ruthless Lucian that dwells below. The conduct of the true Lucian shall be explained later, for it is much simpler to start at first impressions and go from there.
Lucian Stone is presented to the world as a worldly, well-brought up, well-rounding young man of high society and class. His posture and etiquette are impeccable, as he was seemingly made for fancy restaurants and snobby parties - which is exactly why people make such a snob out of Luce when they haven’t even said a word to him. Just from the prideful way he carries himself, how he carries his head so, makes him out to be terribly condescending. He smirks, never smiles, and is constantly staring or making inside jokes to himself. Intimidating? Of course. Totally unapproachable? Never.
Lucian is a fine spectacle of wit and tact with a mastery of sarcasm. He’s very humorous. He’s coy, frank, candid, and a treat to converse with. Lucian is slightly condescending when he talks, but plays it off like no insults were meant to be made. He’s quite friendly it would seem, and very cordial. The reason for this? Lucian isn’t a fool. It’s a lot easier to attract bees with honey than with vinegar. He keeps people tightly around his little finger, saving them for when he needs them, and then casting them carelessly away. He’s a chief user; but so very good at it hardly a soul realizes what happened even after their use is spent.
But some people Lucian frankly cannot stand, nor have any use for. These he preys upon with the utmost relish. Lucian enjoys misery, taunting, flaunting, and all sorts of egotistical endeavors. Those who keep a low profile are well-off for the most part; but for those who cannot resist entering Lucian’s radar, a few rules need to be heeded. Rule #1: Never enter a “war of the words”. Lucian is well-versed in this area and champions it. Rule #2: Never double-cross Lucian Stone. One does not know the definition of revenge until it is spelt out to them by Lucian. He is ruthless and holds grudges for an inexplicably long time. And finally, rule #3: Never expose Lucian Stone for the sham he is. Those who do have never been heard from again. Of course, that’s only in a sarcastic sense, but honestly Lucian has the money and the means to make life a living hell.
And finally, Lucian strives to levels of perfection that can only be reached by God above. He’s a man who gets what he wants, whatever the cost, whatever the need. Anything he goes in to, he has to come out first. Lucian expects himself to come out on top, and if that is unobtainable, he handles it a different way, He’s ruthless and nothing, nor anybody, gets in his way.
But inwardly, Lucian is as dispassionate for life as a stone. He could care less about himself or his life, but is merely zombified by being on the earth for 120+ years. The level of hate in Lucian’s soul cannot be bailed out by the methods he uses, and is slowly sinking away. He drinks, he smokes, he has one-night stands, and all these things, for a minute, work, but in the long-run are sending him into a slowly irreversible backward slide. He hates keeping up fronts, but can’t help himself, and has run into a pattern of vices that he cannot pull out of.
Fears: - Intense pain for long periods of time.
- Falling in love.
- Killing himself.
- Being imprisoned.
Strengths/ Lucian's greatest strength is in his glorious wings. Aside from allowing him to fly, they also contribute to his agility on the ground and can batter a person to death. But since he is so light-weight, he uses various weapons to his advantage. He muddles a little in the elements of darkness that he controls; since he always has a cigarette on hand, he can manipulate the smoke to do whatever he desires - along with shadows and fog. Mentally, Lucian is very cunning and good at being delightfully evil.
Weaknesses: To be at the height of agility and speed for flying, Lucian can't afford to weigh very much at all. Like a bird's, his bones are significantly less dense, and the only bit of muscle he has are in his wings and back. Therefore, in hand-to-hand combat, Lucian is easily defeatable. Also, the loss of his wings is also a very hard blow, as Lucian cannot attack or defend himself well without the extra speed his wings supply. Lucian also cannot stand brightness or super-sonic winds. Not to mention, Lucian's ultimate weakness is having his wings cut off, because not only does it take them many months to grow back, but the pain itself may bring about his demise.
You.
Alias: ED
Experience: 7+
How’d you hear about us? Through Tera
Other: I luff you!
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