[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. 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. [hider=pic][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/89/55/7c/89557c66018e5476968d4340045b04ac.jpg[/img][/hider][/hider] 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 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) [hider=Personality][u]On the surface[/u] 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? [hider=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 [i]glaring[/i] social flaws.[/hider][/hider] [hider=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? [i]Himself.[/i] 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.[/hider] Inventory: [url=http://swipelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/globe-trotter-futurecollect.jpg]Attache case[/url] - [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) often holstered on left thigh. - [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/97/69/c0/9769c03cec2d339a080e4f222cdc5365.jpg]Derringer shotgun[/url] 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. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5CeqEa_JLM]Casual curiosity / A Toil of Ruses[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7RTyNObpaE]Alone with myself[/url][/hider]