Description

Name: Lucifer Fortuna

Real Name: Leander Ilmed

Age: 51

Race: Human, with very far back Water elf heritage.

Weight: 197 lbs

Height: 6'3''

Hair: Dark Violet

Eyes: Dark Orange

Personality

Lucifer is an odder sort of man. Prone to very quick mood changes. A madman and a gentleman. A deviant, a pervert, a criminal. Suave, quick-witted, and ever quicker to anger. Deep down, through all the things he has seen growing up, his sanity is slipping and even beginning to take shape. The bird that was once a rare occurrence in his life is now an almost everyday guest. Its hard to explain what kind of man Lucifer really is. The name he chose may be a hint. A dark tempter, full of empty promises and false loyalty. After all, the man used to be a pirate.

Equipment

Though he no longer has much of a use for his skills at arms now these days, he still feels naked without a blade by his side. Taking the blade from his sordid past, Bloodtide, he has hence had it reforged, now carrying it as a cane, hidden, and helping with his guise as that of an old man going feeble.

History

Lucifer's Theme

His history is a long one indeed. Lucifer, born Leander Ilmed to the parents Issiac and Corinthea Ilmed, was a mistreated child. Not in the typical sense, his parents were kind enough. But he never thought they gave him enough. Whenever he acted out, the discipline was harsh, but fair. Still, this anger just built inside him. His homeland was bad enough, but he always knew that other children's parents did less than reputable things to get by. He didn't understand why his parents didn't. One day, when he was older, he faked his death. Later in life, once he earned his own ship, the first place his sacked was his island home, killing both of his parents. After all, they hadn't treated him well enough.

Years go by, and now he is almost half-way through his twenties. His arrogance is starting to go to his head, and the Bird makes its first appearance. It bids him to start a war with Royal Eye, the most powerful pirate in the North Sea. Lucifer loses badly. His ship. His first wound in battle. Only his most loyal men follow him to the City State of Great Reef. Here, he sets all his plans in motion, including his complete take over of the Racing Circuit, which all started with a little harpy friend, and the Armed Forces of Great Reef, thanks to the fools on the Council. With the profit and arms he collects, the city-state falls to his rule. He rebuilds it. Perfects it. All the while, using it for his darker goals. Once the people found out, he was executed...four times. His luck never ran out. Each time, it seemed they missed, just a little bit, and with his elf heritage, he healed quickly.

Eventually, he got tired of the chopper's block and the hangman's noose. He took a schooner and fled the City-State, leaving his men behind. One night though, he awoke, in a lake, outside a great city. He settled in, started up a little crime gang, made enough profit to retire mostly, but he still keeps his hands in the crime world pockets, when he can.

Since then, he has acquired a vast fortune once more, and on top of a small, highly loyal crime syndicate, he also runs a completely legitimate racing circuit. In his old age however, he has begun to invest his wealth in anything and everything, almost always at a profit, on top of holding charity events and appearing at public ceremonies, something he used to never care for...

So begins...

Lucifer Fortuna's Story

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#2014-12-10 04:31:07, as written by SkullJester

The food arrived, and with it, the savory aroma of the fish, a seared ocean tuna with cracked pepper spices. The risotto, creamy and earthy with the scent of mushrooms, the strong citrus kick of his margarita and grapefruit, which was cut into four equal segments and covered in a generous helping of wild cane sugar. Her own food arrived as well, but frankly, Lucifer set upon his own like a wolf, starting in heavily on the drink at hand. Sweet, ice-cold, limey like an english bloke, and with the strong, fiery kick that only tequila could bring. The older man downed about half of it before moving on to his food, every once in awhile giving her a glancing look.

He felt her gaze on his before the distraction got here. Her anger, her rage, her sorrow, and none of it half as moved him as first seeing her had. It was recent, but it felt like so long ago. All three "first times". Just last week. That day at the tracks, with her in the audience, and finally, the first time he ever met Beibhinn. He was so much younger then, and part of him had loved her, in a way that couldn't be described or understood by anyone. He still felt that somewhere deep inside, but this Beib wasn't like his old one. She was more naive, she was selfish to an extent, she didn't think, but...Still, it was her. Or it could've been her. Who knows?

"How's yer food?"

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#2014-12-10 05:05:08, as written by CelticCat

Beibhinn softly thanked the maid as she was handed her food. An array of dried fruits, crackers, cheeses, and meats. She stabbed a few pieces through with her talon before trying to eat more "typically." She nibbled quietly through her snack, trying to pretend that Lucifer wasn't even in the room with her. Of course, as soon as she'd dazed herself into that thought, he spoke. "It's good," she replied quietly, her mouth slightly full. She'd never really learned or been much for manners.

Beibhinn finished her meal quickly, ravenous as she had been. Honestly, she still felt a little hungry as her kind were typically big eaters. Twice their body weight was a good measure...or so her Momma had once said. Beibhinn placed her tray to the side and quietly tried to picture her again. Her mother for such a short amount of time...the image was fading from her mind. She wasn't even sure she remembered quite how her voice had sounded, either...

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#2014-12-10 05:14:16, as written by SkullJester

Once she was done with her own plate, he stood and slid the rest of his fish onto hers, without even asking. He knew she loved fish, especially tuna steaks and in truth, Luci didn't feel much like eating anymore. The risotto was fine, and grapefruit was finished, and his glass was empty. As time went on, he found himself sleeping more and eating less, and almost always tired, no matter what. Aging was...terrible.

"Ya need ta order more next time. Yer eating for two and ye be underweight as it is. Promise that, girly. Yer'll be tryin' ta eat more." The older man said it with as much concern as he could muster but it wasn't a natural emotion he could express. He checked his watch...and couldn't remember what her schedule for the day was. He thought it was her first check up, but maybe it had already happened while the race was happening...

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#2014-12-10 05:38:54, as written by CelticCat

Beibhinn slowly tilted her head at him, then the other direction. An odd habit she couldn't quite control when she was curious about something, and frankly him offering her food was unusual. After a moment of indecision, she nodded quickly and gobbled up the steak as quick as she could. She swallowed the last bites of it before finally responding to Lucifer's request. "I'll try...but you should remember how hard it is for me to gain weight." She and her adopted mother were both rail thin, a trait that seemed to be common among harpies.

As she placed the tray aside again, she placed one of wings over her stomach listlessly as she directed her stare out the window again. "I'm sure the chef will provide enough food..." she whispered softly. She was almost afraid to speak of him. He was probably the only employee she felt had any genuine positive feelings toward her. If Lucifer found something to blame on him because of her words...she didn't want to be responsible for him being fired.

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#2014-12-12 23:08:43, as written by SkullJester

"Aye, I'm sure he will as well. He better. I'll not be having ye starvin' just for a food budget. He knows anything and everything is available to him as long as he asks." He crossed his arms as she ate, giving her head another quick pat in the process. "And I not be asking ye ta gain weight. Just make sure yer eatin' enough for two is all." The violet haired gentleman couldn't exactly thing of where to go from here, but some thing was certain...

"One day, I'll be dead Beib, I'll be out of ye hair for good. I'm not gonna be around fer much longer. Ten, twenty years at the most probably." Luci moved away from her, his eyes fixed outside. "I've built something wonderful, grand, terrible...And I be havin' two heirs to split it to. I couldn't be happier, truly." A lie. Things could've gone perfect, but that wouldn't have been as fun, or as memorable.

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#2014-12-15 00:21:51, as written by CelticCat

Beibhinn closed her eyes tightly as his hand touched her head again. She felt the need to pull back, but she let herself hold still. Willed herself to. Who, in three years, had given her any sort of affection, after all...? She sighed softly and listened as he spoke, fatigue beginning to weigh on her. Her head bobbed downward a few times and before he'd spoke the last word, her head had drooped down and to the side, resting against the pillows on the window seat.

The food, the warm blanket, Lucifer's soothing, manipulative voice...All of it stacked up with her lack of sleep and swept her into her dreams. Into her escape. Or as close to an escape as she could find. After all, she still had nightmares.h

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