[hider=Luciel J. Lavandou][hider=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.


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Name: Luciel J. Lavandou ("Angel" or "Lulu" [color=gray](by those who know him [color=black](Hates it)[/color])[/color])
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 [i]glaring[/i] 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:
- [url=http://img12.deviantart.net/560f/i/2005/254/d/b/pdw_pistol_by_bonez18b.jpg]'Sandcastle' Custom PWD[/url] (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.

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