I thought of angels
choking on their halos
get them drunk on rose water
see how dirty I can get them
pulling out their fragile teeth
and clip their tiny wings
Role:
Nickname: Atticus. AJ if you're feeling friendly, Atti if you're feeling stupid.
Age: A stallion old enough to have been broken.
Gender: Of the Penal Variety
Sexuality: Prefers red lips and flattering hips.
Race: Angelic
Rank: Tier Three, and counting down.
Eyes: Probably looking like he's judging you, or sizing you up - even if just for a moment. But really those orbs are just a dull, steeled grey with the habit of taking in to many details and betraying him more often than he'd like to admit.
Hair: Atti has won his fair share of battles, but his hair is something he's never been able to conquer.
Height: Taller than most, and likely taller than you. 6'4".
Weight: 190lbs, give or take.
Skin Tone: Not quite sun-kissed, let's call it sun-bitten. The look of a man who spends to much time staring at the sun.
Build: Nothing remarkable going on here. Sure he's in shape but it's your generic lean muscle, a simple runner's build - nothing more, nothing less.
Body Markings: Atti sports an array of physical souvenirs, most of which speckle his back like freckles on a ginger. He just has no mind to keep track of which ones are old and which ones are still healing.
Voice : Strong, but raspy. Oddly enough, some find it to be reassuring and definitive. The kind of voice backed by an inherently protective nature.
Description: As far as Angels go, Atti's nothing special. What with his race being known for their glorious, shining splendor - his darker features come off as muted in comparison to his bright blonde haired and blue eyed brethren. He's remarkably average really, at least to the unobservant person. Slightly above average height, average semi athletic build, and an average, if not occasionally scruffy face. Catching the trend yet? There’s definitely something intimidating about him though, or maybe several somethings. For one thing, his stormy eyes are naturally narrow giving a dagger effect, which adds to his already intense stare. The same stare that tends to quietly notice even your most subtle quirks and mannerisms. For another, his stance and expression always have a predatory undercurrent, even if he appears to be completely relaxed. Much like a lion will appear at ease right before it pounces and sinks its teeth into your throat. His feathers have begun to transform, not one by one, but rather all at once - a pervasive fading from stark white to a dusty grey. If you didn't know any better, you'd say they just looked dirty and that maybe he just needs a bath. At the end of the day, harshly tanned dark skin, and perpetually disheveled locks complete the picture of the average looking, but not so average male.
Quirks:
- hair: the feeling of someone's fingers running through it is a relaxing sensation. play with it enough and it'll put 'em right to sleep.
- collector: of human odds and ends, things angels aren't generally exposed to. he's particularly fond of their literature and art, and currently has an extensive collection of both stacked up in his room.
Fears:
- claustrophobic: put 'em in a tight or enclosed space, and Atti becomes extremely irritable, restless, and tense.
- inadequacy: always trying to prove himself, it's a fear Atti masks well, but one that always occupies the back of his mind.
Likes:
- piano: while atti can't be bothered to learn to read music - he can play well enough - having learned to play from his relatively brief time spent as a guardian angel.
- storms: or bad weather in general. as far as he's concerned, it's the best time to fly.
Dislikes:
- showoffs: there's just something about people who desperately need to claim the limelight that innately bothers Atticus. it stems from his families public profile, to the point that he now shies away from being the center of attention. if it ever happens, it makes him really uneasy.
- being cooped up: going along with his fear of tight spaces, atti can only sit around inside for so long. he prefers to be active, in some way or another the majority of the time. even if it's just reading or taking a walk.
Persona: Atticus is often high up, removed from the every day walks of life, and so focussed on the path in front of himself, he may not have noticed what passed him by. Ironically, much of the stamina that propels him up the mountain is fuelled by the need to be loved and lauded but he's gotten so far out of range, no one notices him. Climbing down the mountain may be trickier than its ascension. Not the most out going individual, it takes time and patience to get to know Atticus. He prefers to quietly observe and inquire, picking at other's brains rather than forgoing information about himself. Slightly enigmatic, he thinks more than he speaks - but when asked for an opinion, he can be pretty blunt and won't exactly beat around the bush. Does that dress make you look fat? Trick question! But if you were expecting a passive "No, of course not." - you might want to ask someone else. When it comes to the serious stuff, expect a smooth mask pulled straight from the sleeve or a well timed secondhand remark.
Put simply, Atticus is your typical protective older brother. One that means well, but goes about it in his own weird way. One who will hang back and let you learn the lessons he did, but when when it really counts, he'll fight for you tooth and nail. The kind of big brother that makes mistakes and then tries to hard to correct them, while pretending not to. Keeping that in mind, Atticus is a bit of a contradiction, two-natured if you will. He's the kind of fella that may seem relaxed and lazy, but if you're the perceptive type, it's obvious that he’s alert and ready to act. He likes to pretend that he’s aloof and snarky at times, but then he’ll readily do things for you if you ask. He moves like he has all day to do something, seeming indifferent or unmotivated but really he's quick and efficient. No warning, no hesitation, when action needs to be taken, he goes for it. His humor is dry and sarcastic in such a subtle way that it’s hard to pick up on unless you’ve been exposed to it a couple of times. His humorous comments come with a completely straight face, and no matter how absurd some of them may seem, it’s hard to discern if he’s really joking, unless you’re just good at that kind of thing. He’s confident, and determined, willing to fight until his last breath. It's him against the world sometimes, a man who feels as if he's always got something to prove. The resilient type, but one who doesn’t have much pride, though he likes to pretend he does.
Skills:
- stalwart: a loyal ally, Atti will protect those he cares for with an unwavering defense.
- thicksin: he can also take a hit or four - be that physically, mentally or otherwise, without quivering or turning into a passive aggressive a little bitch.
Weaknesses:
- stubborn: resolute in his opinions and decisions, Atti has trouble changing his mind once it's been made. he often takes time to think through his decisions, so it'll take more than just a silver tongue and patience to convince him he's wrong.
- vicious: Atti's been known to get lost in the heat of battle and go a bit overboard, if provoked he can harbor a ferocity that occasionally borders cruelty.
History: Atticus is of noble blood, if you want to call it that. His family name at the very least is one that is well known for their various contributions to celestial society. His father's a councilman, a popular political figure that would be akin to a human senator or prestigious government official. Archibold Locke is known for his critical involvement in the pre-Great War battle strategies as well as a being strong proponent of the newly 'balanced world' plans His mother on the other hand was an outspoken social activist, and a beacon of positivity for the human race in so many ways. Mr. and Mrs. Locke - the political power couple. But the legacy doesn't end there, Isaac, Atticus' brother was previously a soldier and later served as a guard, vigilantly defending and escorting diplomats as they went about their duties. Now you might wonder what Atticus has contributed to this family heritage, and the answer is jack shit. Nothing considered worthy anyway - and that's not for lack of effort either. Years of this trend have left him casting a shadow on his own potential and his attempts to prove himself during the Great War did nothing to stave off his insecurities. If anything, they only made him desperate and impulsive - not a healthy combination in general, but especially not during a time of severe bloodshed. Over zealous, Atticus killed and bloodied his hands more than his fair share and with the strategic intel his father possessed, he was able eavesdrop and thusly target and ambush a high priority demon. This reckless act failed as one would expect, and resulted in his brother's untimely demise. A selfless sacrifice left Isaac Locke a martyr and Atticus Locke a grief and guilt ridden husk. The news never got out however, it seemed to die with both his brother and the demon they later fell to the sword. As far as he knows, only he knows the truth, and yet he's never had the heart to tell his anyone, especially not his parents.
A bitter resentment and jealously had been building and bubbling at the man's core for years, a sense of never being good enough will do that to you. But it was that vital moment on the battlefield that sealed Atti's fate. Those harbored emotions initially gave him a speckling of black here and there, one that contrasted his families gloriously white feathered backdrop. But ever since the the Great War, his wings as a whole have been slowly making a transformation all their own, giving rise to scandal. Because of the Locke's public profile, Atti has since been excluded from gatherings and appearances, heightening his black sheep status and making his unstable emotions fester quietly. To cope, he spent some time in the human world, dabbled, and distracted himself with the mundane. He befriended a human, and unwittingly became somewhat of a guardian angel - thusly staving off the decay of his wings temporarily. Time flies for humans though, and before long this woman - one he'd grown to love - regrettably passed away.
Finding himself back in the city of angels not long before the plan for the Balanced World was put into effect, it was certainly to his surprise when the offer to be a 'Guardian' arrived at his door in the form of a scripted letter(one he still holds onto). Apparently someone knew of his mishap during the war, and that someone also saw his potential in taking care of others. Given the chance to redeem himself, Atticus was appointed as one of the Angelic Guardians. The relationships forged here were positive, some more than others. The condition of Atti's soul was on the up and up, at least until the attack stole important memories from the one's he's grown to really care for, 'melia in particular. Now, they've all got to rebuild almost everything, start from scratch - a distinctly uphill battle. This is not an easy task, especially when the one who had been helping him the most no longer remembers a damn thing. With frustrations running high, the slow process of gaining trust and sharing secrets begins anew - but things aren't the quite the same. She's different. Off. Lacking the crucial support and redemption he so desperately needed (and in a hurry), those cloudy wings are growing ashen again and Atticus finds himself on the ever-familiar self-hatred fueled downhill spiral his haphazard decisions put him on during the Great War. Talk about depressing.
Relations:
- Lo Synclare:
- Orpheus Hall:
- Amelia Finch:
- Yuuji Yagami:
- Cecil Caerwyn:
- Aroha Lightning:
- Genocide McCall:
- Adrasteia Gesai:
- Lilith Amaris: