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James Lyon

The Jack, jack of all trades, master of none

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a character in “Masks of the Soul: Fragment of Truth”, as played by Alasund

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James Lyon
'Being normal doesn't mean you ignore what is going on around you. Open your eyes, idiots, and get yourself from this self induced stupor.'







Nicknames
J, Ly

Role
Jack

Which Masks do they possess?
Axilious

Age
20

Gender
Male

Physical Description
Average height, average weight. Not overly muscular. James is the definition of 'that brown haired average looking guy who is innocuous.' Not that he is innocuous. He triest to stand out at any opportunity, he just can't really beat his genetic ability to be so indiscribably normal that he doesn't really last that well.




Personality
From an early age, James has found himself feeling inferior to others. Where there was always the unique jock or the nerd that everyone remembered, in a good or bad light, no one really seemed to take notice of him either way. He was average even in sports, though he tried his damnest to stand out.

Not to say he didn't stand out here and there. He managed to get a little name for being the one who would try the most insane ideas. But he still didn't become one of those people you remember. Point proven when someone boarded half a year as an exchange student, came back, and couldn't remember who he was.

His personality is very much a contrast to his looks. As intentionally unique as possible, he will act in the most outlandish way usually, from vibrant humour to over the top dramaticism. Behind this mask of attentionseeking, quite blatant attentionseeking, there is a boy that, quite frankly, feels he is inferior. Just the pure fact that he isn't worthy to be remembered by anyone of note means that he's worse even than the objects of their ire. He doesn't even deserve the hatred.

This eats at him a lot, and is often cause for a sudden break in his boistrousness to quitely contemplate. As a result of this feeling, he will somewhat relinquish to others authority, not even questioning unless he has really good reason to. If you asked him to walk out into a suicide mission, he'd do it unless he had some real objections. And if he did, they wouldn't be about dying.

Careless, but not in it for the thrill, his more outrageous actions are more geared towards the spectators than himself, giving up pleasure to try and be particularly unique. But he cares so little for anything other than this, quite frankly, obsession that he would give up life and limb if it meant he stood out.


Skill(s)/Abilities
  • Jack of all Trades - James has tried his hand at anything. While he is not particularly proficient in anything, he knows at least the basics about anything. There are very few things he doesn't know how to do in some rudimentry way at the least.
  • Average guy - If he actually paused for a second, he'd realise that his 'normalcy' is a brilliant gift, and that he has the ability to fade into crowds or be the easily looked over guy. However, due to his personal issues, he's unlikely to ever use this.
  • Retention Excellence - While he has no 'perfect memory', he remembers things very well. If he's read a book about it, he'll tell you. If he's used this route before, likely he'll remember enough to stop you being steered wrong. If he's seen you before, he'll either recognise you or wonder why he feels like he should.


Likes {Dislikes}
oBeing noticed Being ignoredx
oFame Famous peoplex
oBeing congratulated High class cliquex
oUhm, other things to do with notice? XP Not knowing somethingx





History
Born the sixth in a family of seven children, James was in the perfect position to lose most of his attention to his one year younger sister, Emily. Early on in his life, he felt the first pangs of the jealousy that would drive him in the future, that feeling of not being enough to be noticed.

His parents, completely unaware and oblivious to this, continued their ways as the family grew up. When he entered highschool, he still hadn't consciously realised his own fault, and so found himself embarrassing himself in all manners of ways just to try and grab some little attention here and there. Throwing his brain here and there, he took off at lightspeeds only to be halted when he couldn't pass the next hurdle in a career direction.

He actually, unbenownst to him, gained some small name as a man who would do anything that got him attention. And by the time he graduated, the teachers were left just shaking their heads at what he'd do. He wasn't a brilliant student, but he passed all his grades fairly well. Averagely, it could be said, although he'd rip your head off.

So, he refused to take extra education, refusing to go to university. His parents, distraught, attempted to convince him, and failing that, attempted to try and get him into a job. In a funk, the boy refused either. He became a loafer as he struggled with the questions he had no answers to.

It was that year, two years ago, that he first found his mask. Axilious, a powerful thing in name and place became his sole friend. You could see the foppish masked one a mile away, where James would blend in. That immediately sealed his love for the mask and personality inside.

It was while out in the rooftops, mask active as it explored its limits, that he ran into Arthur Torrings. First, hostility, thinking Itex. But then, then they realised the other was more than they first seemed. The rest of that night, after the mask was taken off, was a blur, a memory half-remembered. All except one line 'Help me, and you'll be something special. Something only one in over twenty five million people can have.'

Ever since, he joined the ranks of the Masked, a special and unique group of five who stood out from all the others, even if they stood in shadow for now...

Since then, he has picked up a few odd jobs until he decided to take himself on as a Sales Clerk. On and off on irregular hours, he's quite the competant, if overdramatic, assistant.


Attitudes
I think it's more what they think of him... XP

So begins...

James Lyon's Story

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#, as written by Alasund
James Lyon ; Home - Dullahan Library Underground Car Park


Wasn't there always those last second fiddles you had to make, when going anywhere? Always. There was always the little hold ups that made you unable to be early. That, or fate was conspiring against him, as usual. James sighed as he looked himself in the mirror. He wanted to look professional, even though he knew it would go to waste when he transformed into Axilious.

Sighing once, and shaking his head, he grabbed the brush one last time and ran it as quickly as he could through his short hair, making sure not to leave a single knot before walking to his apartment's door. Nothing left for him to do but lock up, and hope to hell that he got something interesting to do as a Masked Task.

After all, he had one of the most special masks, even if he was the most average normally. Ugh. How he hated reminding himself of that. Shaking his head, he clicked the lock shut behind him, leaving his apartment darkened for the evening. If they were actually doing something tonight, he wouldn't be back for a while.

Checking his wrist-watch/communicator, he confirmed both that he'd be on time, and that there were no last minute changes of plan sent by Liesel. SHE was special. She didn't even have a mask. Frigging King too. The both of them were standouts without the masks, where he was only in there because he had the mask. He felt bitter just contemplating it. Everyone had luck but him.

Shrugging that back off, he made his way across the city, pausing here, waiting on traffic there, but the estimated time was just about the same. As he now stood metres away from the side entrance down into the underground carpark, he took refuge behind the conveniently placed greenery that was the start of the Library gardens.

'There's a man, deep within' The mask appeared. It was glorious. Unique. Brilliant. It was the side he wished he could fade into every day. 'Who feareth not the deadly sin.' As the mask touched his face, ecstasy crossed his features for a moment, before the plain brown hair flushed a brilliant blond, and the clothes shifted into the almost outlandish costume of Axilious.

'Ohho, mission me, mission my. Where else do we go to die? Hahaha.' Laughing to himself, he stepped, flourishingly, out of the cover, and strode confidently into the exit down to the underground carpark. 'There is no place like home.' Is all that the flamboyant Jack says upon entry, smirking around at the already arrived, before attempting to seek out the figure of Liesel, who was probably smoking somewhere around here.

The setting changes from Dullahan Library to Throme

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Character Portrait: Axilious Character Portrait: Aki Evedane Character Portrait: The Wheel of Fortune Character Portrait: James Lyon
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Aki Evedane | Dullahan Library Main Entrance | November 21


A few seconds later, he averted his sapphire blue eyes. Staring at his own reflection seemed to be unproductive, even when he was in such a bored state. Plus, since his entire figure was tinged copper and his appearance was impeccable like always, there really wasn’t anything to look at. Well, while he was still here at the library, there were only a few things that he could actually do.

One. Go home, explain the current unfortunate circumstances to his father, dig one of the spare jackets up from the closets, and well, tell him to come back tomorrow and look for it himself. That’d be fine - except his father wasn’t the type to do any work that he could escape from.

Two. Try to find a way in. Maybe there was a few unlocked windows somewhere - no, that strayed too far from disobeying the law, and he already had enough cops on his tail. Didn’t need a couple hundred tailing him, itching to finally get the ‘highschooler with the bandages’ for breaking and entering? So what did that leave him with -

His train of thought was broken off when he caught sight of a young male, with an umbrella, walking down the street. With his brown hair and very boring appearance, Aki would usually have never noticed him. Other than the fact that he was traveling in the middle of Throme’s less busy districts, really - he had to emphasize the point that this person was probably the most boring person in the entire city. But why would anyone be here on a Friday afternoon? Well, obviously, Aki himself was an exception to that rule, but there really wasn’t anything to do in Throme around these parts anyways. Other than visit the unfortunately closed library, of course.

His interest piqued, he stared at the guy until he disappeared and turned the corner. Aki breathed out once, trying to persuade himself that whatever the guy was doing - it wasn’t going to be interesting. He failed, of course, and found himself quickly climbing down the stairs, before following Guy stealthily. Just in time to see him hide behind a bush as though he was trying not to be seen.

Now that was interesting. No matter how Aki ever tried to rationalize it, there could be nothing normal about a guy who was trying to escape notice. Guy was doing something hidden there, and even as Aki tried to get closer without being too noticeable, Guy stepped out from his cover. “Ohho, mission me, mission my. Where else do we go to die? Hahaha.” Except for the fact that he wasn’t the same Guy. This Guy, with his eyeshattering blond hair, and flamboyant clothing, looked nothing like the mousy brown-haired one from before. He didn’t act the same either, walking down the side path as though he was the king of the world.

There was only one thing that could explain this. A simple, magical explanation. A mask. Either that or the ability to unfurl his skin and exchange it for another appearance.

Aki sighed, before he backed away from the dogging of Guy’s steps. While normally he wouldn’t have gone through such a hassle - really, Fortune was as bad as they came - but it was the one tool that he had at his disposal to get to the bottom of the mess. He knew enough to know that whoever these people were, they wouldn’t take kindly to an eavesdropper, and he’d probably have to do away with his relatively uninjured state.

Stepping to the side of the street, he chose one of the larger pruned trees from the library gardens and hunched behind it. Checking to be sure that the coast was clear, he held one hand in front of him. “When you’re bored,” he watched as the mask faded into his hand, its silver metal eyeholes staring into his. Flipping it over, he placed it firmly on his face, feeling a familiar chill down his spine, before he finally enunciated that stupid-sounding phrase. “Gamble on my luck.”


Wheel of Fortune | Dullahan Library Main Entrance | November 21


Black hair turned sandy, blue eyes transformed into a gleaming gold, and a white scarf twisted its way over messy clothing. The Wheel of Fortune was in the house, and it was time for some fun! Looking around, he exaggeratedly contemplated his surroundings. Really? A stubby little tree? Bouncing up on the balls of his feet, he poked his head over the poor-looking plant, and saw something interesting.

A manboy with pfft clothing.

Maybe he thought that he was good enough to attract the attention of the Wheel of Fortune himself. He could barely stop himself from sticking out his tongue and blowing Pfftboy a raspberry, but some thought stopped him. Perhaps it would be more fun to just follow him for a bit, watch the show for a few hours, and then pop up out of nowhere. Well, Mr.Pfft was certainly having the time of his life walking down that street. Maybe he got the thrills from being watched. From the way he dressed, that certainly was a possibility.

There was nothing that he liked more than an actor that could put on a show. “You’re boring me
 see you later then!” he finally whispered in an uncharacteristically muted voice. His form turned into a streak of black, and before long, he found himself joined into Pfftboy’s shadow. Almost like Siamese twins but without the twinness. The manboy went straight into the garage, as the Wheel of Fortune bounded on his feet and made strange faces at his back.

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Character Portrait: Axilious Character Portrait: Aki Evedane Character Portrait: The Wheel of Fortune Character Portrait: James Lyon Character Portrait: Elegant Harlequin Character Portrait: Amara Calen
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Liesel Moringmer | Dullahan Library Underground Car Park

How long had she been waiting? An hour? Maybe two?

How many clicks had it been?

Well, then again, she was the one who came early.

One wouldn’t have thought the woman anxious if it weren’t for the lighter in her tight grip. Even now, the click, click, clicking of the empty lighter persisted, growing more frantic with each passing second. With her free hand, she braced herself against one of the columns in the lot. ‘Get a hold of yourself, Moringmer,’ the she told herself, but the crease wouldn’t leave her brow. Her lips were still pulled in that terribly agitated scowl. Damn it. She heaved a sigh tired sigh, letting her unlit cigarette fall to the ground – she was far too worked up over this, over one measly change. She had thought that he couldn’t surprise her anymore
 and then he went and pulled this stunt.

“Just what the hell’re you thinking this time, Torrings?” she murmured. One would think that she’d be used to the man’s antics by now
 ha. She’d like to see anyone who could read Arthur Torrings. After all, she’d known him for all of four years and she still didn’t have a clue. Just when she thought she had him all sorted, was finally dancing to his tune, he always went and changed up the rhythm and tripped her up. That man had a real knack for making her want to throttle him. Her gaze idly followed one of the last cars leaving the car park. About time. The library had been closed for quite some time now.

click, click, click

With another agitated sigh, she pulled up her left sleeve, glancing at the customized com-unit at her wrist.

Outbox: 12
Inbox: 0


click, click, click

“Fuck you too, Arthur,” she muttered, eyes narrowing just ever so slightly. Damn it. Why wouldn’t he answer? It was always like this with him – he says what he wants then just disappears for another week or two or if, she was lucky, even a month. He was never there when she needed him
 well, no. That was obviously just a frustrated lie. He was always there at the right moments
 but never anytime else. Like right now. His little present for a certain someone was weighing rather heavily on her mind (and lightly in the pocket of her coat). She was always the messenger, wasn’t she?...

The woman was snapped out of her thoughts and to attention at a sudden footstep. Hm? "What will it be? Joker? Ahahaha! What a joke-reporting for duty!" Ah, it was her. The first of the lot, finally. The lighter was tucked away into her pocket.

“Took y’long enough, eh, Karim?” Liesel called, an irritated smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Where’s the rest of the deck?” As soon as the question left her mouth, the second arrival showed himself. And then there were two
 there were only two. And here Liesel had thought that she was being a kind and considerate person by setting the meeting this far into the day, but hey, what did she know? This obviously wasn’t a good time, despite everyone agreeing to it, or whatever happened to suddenly pop up in their schedules was more important than the fate of the city itself. Obviously, otherwise everyone would have been on time like she had told them to over and over.

She gave the missing members ten seconds benefit before her patience snapped. “Damn it, is it just you two?!” Her voice echoed in the car park, making it seem even louder than it was. A glance at her wrist told her the time: too late. She couldn’t wait much longer. “Leave it to you idiots to throw a wrench into plans first thing. Damn it.” She had planned to send three to one location and two to the other, but that wasn’t going to work right now. Sinking deeper into her thoughts, the woman began to pace, eyes shut in concentration. “Damn it! And you,” she said, pointing blindly at the Jack, “you’re not even complete yet. I can’t send you off alone, can I? Don’t answer that, I know I can’t.” Not unless she wanted more blood on her hands.

She could
 no
 or maybe
 
 all of a sudden, Liesel stopped, just heaving a sigh.

“Okay, you know what? We don’t have time for this,” she said flatly. She looked up, eyes narrowed, and gave both the Joker and the Jack a firm look. “Bottom line, Itex is acting up – getting more active – and we’ve got word on certain hotspots.” She glanced at her wrist once more. “There’s no time for questions – we don’t know when they’ll hit,” she continued, “so for now I want you two to head on over to Lil’ Maybelle. Not the main district, but that shady little area behind that
 that spot apart from the popular bit, behind that rental shop or whatever.” They’d know where she meant. Probably. And if not, they should be used to her directions by now, so not her problem.

“Your job is to intercept whatever Itex plans to do there. If y’need specifics or got any questions, you got the units,” she lifted her wrist, “that I passed out. Just shoot me a message on the go.” Well, with that, she was done. The red-haired woman simply folded her arms and leaned against one of the supporting pillars
 oh no, wait. “And you know the drill – keep away from civilians. You aren’t superheroes. You aren’t vigilantes. You have a mission, so focus on that. And Ax, you in particular, be careful – believe it or not, you have a bigger disadvantage than you realize with that mask of yours.”

And now she was done
 and while they were on their way, she would be spending God-knows-how-long waiting on the rest of them.