Lucifer Morningstar (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} __morningstar) wrote,@ 2017-11-15 11:14:00 |
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 Character Name: Lucifer Morningstar Fandom/OC: Lucifer Canon Point: End of Season 3, Episode 1. Character Age: Born just after the creation of the universe. Apparent age around 38. Species: Angel (of the Fallen variety) Appearance: As the architect of the phrase tall, dark, and handsome, Lucifer is essentially mankind's wet dream when it comes to physical appearances in his human form. And, of course, he would be the most attractive of his siblings. He's the original bad boy, after all. Far be it for him not to take that to the extreme. The epitome of seduction, he has perfected the art of being himself (and simultaneously what everyone wants him to be.) Don't expect miracles if you're looking to master the Morningstar look. It took him millennia to create perfection. And as far as he's concerned, he's done a better job than dear old Dad. But if you want specifics then here they are: six foot three, dark brown hair, a little bit of masculine stubble, impeccable teeth, British accent, and scars on his back from when he originally cut off his wings (still there despite recent developments in the flight department.) Then, of course, there's his Devil face, which is exactly what you would expect. Red. Scarred. Scary. 'nough said. Most importantly, Lucifer takes matters of personal grooming very seriously. As such he can almost always be seen wearing designer suits. Black, naturally. And yes, he does wear Prada. Because there's nothing more amusing to him than playacting the cliche. Persona: Lucifer loves himself! Of course, he does. Why wouldn't he? He's the Devil, the Prince of Darkness, the Rebel Son, the punisher of all the dark, twisted, and dastardly deeds that humanity can think of. And he does it so well. Almost as if he were born to it. Ha! That's a joke. Did you catch that? Anyway, when it comes to opinions of himself, Lucifer has an ego that knows no bounds. And, yes, that does sometimes work against him. Especially when he's trying to understand some newfound emotion that he's unfamiliar with. Which is another aspect of his personality worth mentioning. He's very much into experimentation. Wink, wink. But seriously, experimentation when it comes to himself. His newest project is exploring himself and his feelings and his place in the human world. Leaving Hell does give a man a fresh perspective on existence. And all the sex, drugs, and alcohol aside, he has learned that he can sometimes express sympathy and understanding and a range of other confusing emotions such as: jealousy, empathy, nostalgia, loss. It's a work in progress. Therapy has done wonders for him. But he's not all bad! Lucifer is also boastful, insensitive, overbearing, sarcastic, rude, and always inappropriate. And then there's sex. For most people he is sexually irresistible. And he knows it. He likes it. And he knows that they know it and like it. And then there's the other Lucifer. The secret one. The Lucifer hidden beneath the shell of a rebellious fallen angel. This Lucifer is less secure in himself. He's loyal to those close to him and remorseful when he pushes them away. He struggles with his identity and his purpose in his new life outside of Hell. And all of this is compounded by his tense and seemingly one-sided relationship with his Father, who he blames for all of his misery and misfortune. He seeks acceptance and understanding. But all of that requires him to be honest with himself. And although he never lies to others, he is quite skilled in deceiving himself. But it's best not to go into that in too much detail. That Lucifer is sick and tired of the millennia of blame put on him for something that is his Father's fault. So let's ignore the last paragraph, shall we? It's far more interesting to discuss fun Lucifer. Did we mention the sex? History: Lucifer was once considered God's favorite son. Then he rebelled and was sent to reign over Hell and all of the tortured souls that went there. This went on forever. And then, one day, Lucifer decided he needed a change. So he cut off his wings, moved to Los Angeles, and opened the wildly successful nightclub, Lux. Then, after witnessing the murder of a close acquaintance, he sought to do something more with his time on Earth. So he became a civilian consultant for the LAPD. Spoilers. Personal Inventory: Black slacks. Black suit jacket. Black shoes. White button-up long sleeved shirt. (All high end brands, tailor made.) His ring. Third Person Example: Another drop of ink dripped from the pen and blotched on the ledger just beside his name. His name. In his handwriting. But Lucifer couldn’t recall ever actually signing his name to anything. And he would know. He remembered everything he ever signed. Signatures were akin to holy sacrament, after all. They were binding in ways that surpassed even the eternal. And Lucifer, being of a particular immortality and witness to the moments just after the birth of the universe and yadda yadda, knew exactly how long eternally binding contracts could be. So it was more than just a little disturbing that he couldn’t remember signing his name to a – “Hotel registry?” he scoffed. Then a bright light flashed in front of his eyes. “Oh, bloody hell!” He blinked away the woozy lights from the camera flash on the PDA and glanced down at the message. Funny little thing, wasn’t it? Not quite as fancy as his newest cell phone. (It had taken him some time to get down with that bit of technology, but he was ever so glad he did. Social media should have been officially labeled a creation of the divine. Perhaps, in the future, the last tweets and instagrams of the holy would be considered relics.) The thought made him chuckle. Oh, but this device? Positively ancient. Might as well have been on display next to the bloody commandments. Not that the PDA weighed as much as two blocks of stone, but it was definitely a close second. Dear esteemed Guest— “Well at least they got that right.” Welcome to the Hotel Kairos. Lucifer paused, quirking a brow. Kairos. There was something familiar about that. Ancient Greek, if he wasn’t mistaken. Of course, he’d always been much better with spoken languages than written, but some words still floated around in his loose grey matter. Something about time or moments or – opportune? He shook his head. Then he recalled something those pesky humans had muddled up in the New Testament or, as Lucifer liked to call it, the Mortal Addendums That Allow Humanity to Completely Ignore Everything Else in the First Half of the Book. Kind of like Anne Rice silently admitting that she royally buggered everything up somewhere around The Tale of the Body Thief and decided to ignore half of the Vampire Chronicles when she continued her sequels. Or when the Superman franchise decided to pretend like Superman III never existed. Not that Superman Returns really did anything to improve on the original, but to each his own. No, no. Lucifer was reminded of something akin to the appointed time in the purpose of— He knew it. Another plot to pester him! Another attempt to woo him back to the bowels of Hell and damnation. Just a little jab in the side for giving dear ol’ Mum her own universe of creation. As if that were anything more than just a drop in the bucket. “Oh, for the love of Dad!” Lucifer threw the pen at the front desk. Then he glanced around at the décor. Vintage Art Deco meets sleazy night club flapper. And out of the corner of his eye he caught a rather exquisite collection of choice whiskys. Well, one drink wouldn’t take up too much time, now would it? Player name/alias: Marty PB: Tom Ellis |