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
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Lucifer Fortuna
Life is an ocean, flowing with money and greed, and people draw borders, lines on maps we don't need.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SkullJester
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
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
Beibhinn chirped quietly to herself, over the moon. She was cleaned, preened, and clothed for elegance. She felt a little awkward, never having been so pampered before in her life...but it was a good pampering, she didn't mind so much. They'd flown a little, too, though there wasn't much of the racing aspect in it. She missed that...which was why she'd allowed the meeting. But when her eyes fell on Lucifer...her heart almost stopped. She was scared again...back to her life on the streets and barely getting enough food to survive in. She began to slowly inch back behind the shrubbery...
Lucifer Fortuna cracked his knuckles against the railing, just as a knife landed at Beib's feet. Hard, quivering on impact. "Oh you silly little bird, I was really hoping we could keep this simple and clean." He pointed to his side, a dark fire in his eyes. "Come here. Now!" He turned his back, leaning on the railing. His man was under orders, that if she tried to leave without the signal, he was to harm the harpy, and then pay a visit to her new family. Ungrateful little bird! How dare she, if it wasn't for him, she'd never have ANYTHING she had right now! She was just like the old Beib. His Bird let out a shriek of agreement, just as mad, its feather's ruffled.
Lucifer Fortuna laid a hand on her shoulder, smiling happily. Business persona first, get rough it need be. "Ah, I see you are settling in nicely. Very nicely. Family be good to ya. Protective. Ya smell clean for once." A twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad things are working out for you Beib. Just as I planned." He turned around, the Bird unusually calm. "However...one tiny thing. Barely important. A fraction of my attention." He was tense, even as he smiled at his...HIS...racer once again. "You are costing me money. You aren't racing. I really, really don't like this, little chicky..."
He tapped his fingers along the rails, whistling. "Fascinating, really. I mean, it was a good story. I liked that part where I cared!" A sharp noise, weak metal bending under his boot. "Damn it Beib! I gave you earnings! I gave ya food! Amazing things! I, me, Lucifer! I am responsible for you meeting your damned family!!" Another kick to the railing, the Bird going insane. "Damn, damn, damn!! Every lil sec of time ya wastin me here, the more money I'm losing!! The more patience I'm losing!" Another kick, another, before he finally smoothed his wild hair back.
Beibhinn dissolved into small whimper as she was shaken, trying weakly to pull away but failing miserably. She didn't want to try to resist, she knew resisting would make it all the harder. She wanted Uncle now, desperately... He was a good bodyguard, he wouldn't let anyone hurt her like this, right...? She blinked over at the figure and simply mumbled inaudibly before her gaze dropped. "C...clear..." she whispered, her face pulled as far away from his as she could manage.
He set her down, purring. "Goooo~d...I was hoping I didn't have a stutter or somethin..." He rotated his wrist, patting her feathers back. "Of course, you better keep your end of the bargain this time. I am not as ruthless as a used ta be. But I'll still get the result I want, just so ya know." He ushered the man away. Not many would take a contract to intimidate a little girl, but apparently this guy had done it before. What a bastard! Lucifer's kinda guy. Not too friendly though, not at all. "I'm not too cruel, keep ya mind. If ya sick...or family emergency...or absolutely no way ya can sneak out...Well...I'll let it slide...But...Don't try a lie ta me...I got my little Blue watching you..." A smile and a purr.
Beibhinn pulled back from him immediately, staring up at him with a terrified gaze. She'd gotten herself trapped, how could she have let this happen... She shivered a little and nodded in understanding, her wings furling up and out to protect her again. "Alright..." she whispered, trying desperately to think. Mumma was clung to her almost all the time, saying things about never letting go of her new baby chick...She just sighed softly, full of fear. "I'll remember...Mr. Fortuna..." She moved to go away, wanting desperately to fly back home. Hide under the covers for a few hours, maybe...
The setting changes from Wing City Gardens (South) to Wing City Business District
Lucifer Fortuna was waiting near the fountain as agreed. Paper work in hand. Sword and guns under his coat, hidden and out of site, Blue on one of the roof tops, his rifle aimed perfectly. Felix, aka Blue, his hired hand, was well worth every cent that he paid him. He could almost smile. He was going to get his way. As an outlaw, he knew the laws in and out. As a business man, he knew all the right people and all the loop-holes. Beib's contract was iron tight, sealed perfectly, with no way out for three whole years. He was only here because it amused him. "Hurry up ya damned birds..."
Beibhinn shuffled nervously, her head hung as she sighed to herself. She wanted to back home, she didn't want to see that man again...but she'd been threatened enough. It was drilled into her brain that she wouldn't be getting away. Her little fairy tale life had been just that...It never could've really come true. She shuffled her wings and kept her eyes on the ground. It was like a long walk to the gallows, torturous since the outcome was already decided.
It seemed Ersilia was forced to return to the Business District once again, originally her Father had taken Ersilia here as a chick- though her Father didn't need protection from any sort of trickery as the Man could easily handle himself. However in Ersilia's case she was a Harpy, not some Kick Ass Australian who could kill a Man just by glaring at him! No No.
Ersilia was given a few 'Armed' Guards, well by a few there was six- all in Odd White Suits baring her Fathers Crest, which consisted of snake being squired by a sword which is piercing a shield- and then George a very big bald Man in black who was standing by her side! So...Men in Suits of Armor and a Man in black?
Ersilia would merely take side with Beibhinn, gently holding the small Harpy close to try and keep her calm. "Sh...it will be fine, trust me..Momma won't let anything happen to her baby!" Which was true, she would never let anything happen to this child she assured herself of that. However now they had to meet at the fountain- though the Armed Guards/Knights of swords started to form a defensive half circle...while good old George who needs to be made into a character remained by her side while she kept a good grip on the small Harpy?
Ersilia was given a few 'Armed' Guards, well by a few there was six- all in Odd White Suits baring her Fathers Crest, which consisted of snake being squired by a sword which is piercing a shield- and then George a very big bald Man in black who was standing by her side! So...Men in Suits of Armor and a Man in black?
Ersilia would merely take side with Beibhinn, gently holding the small Harpy close to try and keep her calm. "Sh...it will be fine, trust me..Momma won't let anything happen to her baby!" Which was true, she would never let anything happen to this child she assured herself of that. However now they had to meet at the fountain- though the Armed Guards/Knights of swords started to form a defensive half circle...while good old George who needs to be made into a character remained by her side while she kept a good grip on the small Harpy?
The pirate, well, ex-pirate, snickered, scoffed, before laughing his bloody head off. Felix was getting antsy on the gun, he was a very violent man and wanted to be paid to kill. Lucifer hadn't given the signal yet however. "Oh, this be too cute! Look at all ya bastards, here to intimidate a legitimate business man out of his hard earned cash." He almost hissed, directly at Beib. "I see you don't listen too well. I guess that lil insurance we talked about earlier will have to come, sooner or later." Almost purring, he sat on the ledge of the fountain, water splashing on his back.
"So, what is the point of this meeting? Your walls of meat and mindless brawn cannot and will not outweigh a government signed, fully binding, 100% legitimate contract. Age is not an issue, neither was your consent, seeing as how you did not even know she existed at the time." A lit cigar, smoke blown in the harpy's faces. "Shes stuck racing for me, ya stupid twit. If you want to find a way out of this little arrangement me and MY girl struck up, go grab the one guy who can stop me. Michael McDoesn'tExist."
"So, what is the point of this meeting? Your walls of meat and mindless brawn cannot and will not outweigh a government signed, fully binding, 100% legitimate contract. Age is not an issue, neither was your consent, seeing as how you did not even know she existed at the time." A lit cigar, smoke blown in the harpy's faces. "Shes stuck racing for me, ya stupid twit. If you want to find a way out of this little arrangement me and MY girl struck up, go grab the one guy who can stop me. Michael McDoesn'tExist."
Beibhinn nodded slightly at Ersilia's words. "Okay..." she agreed, a strong amount of doubt behind her words. She simply pressed into and behind her mumma, half peeking out to look at Lucifer before quickly returning her gaze to the floor. "No..." she protested weakly at Lucifer's comment to her. Again pressing back into her mother. Things had turned so bad...If she hadn't signed that contract, none of this would have happened...But that included meeting her mumma, so maybe that wasn't actually for the best.
Scoffed. Ersilia wasn't strong but she wasn't dumb either! Unlike Cheese who was an utter idiot and couldn't say words correctly? Why was the Man laughing, she clearly had numbers on her side..and a Highly Skilled Warg! Anyway she was going to be..or try to be witty about this as best as possible. "Oh really now, says the bastard who thinks he's a Legitimate Business Man, you're dumber then I've given you credit for." She would however remain defensive over the child it seemed, George remaining calm in all this as well as the Guard it seemed. "Try anything and I'll assure you that you won't be walking away from this." It was a warning, Ersilia didn't want pointless bloodshed.
"Government Signed? Ha you mean FORGED you dip shit, I doubt it was even SIGNED in Terra so its absolutely worthless and far from legitimate. And AGE IS an issue as you can't force someone underage to sign a contract with MY consent, even then I'm already having paper work done toward taking this child into the Branwen family. We don't take lightly to people like you." She would seem to glare at the Man something fierce now, stroking the little girls head and cooing down at her? "Shut yer yap, I haven't heard a single intellectual thing come out of that shit hole you call a mouth even once yet. You Pedophile. Now I think we should take our leave, try your contract bullshit in place where it means something, like trying to spend foreign money at a Drug Store..." Which they wouldn't accept? However it seemed the Chick hid behind Ersilia, half peeking out to look at Lucifer before returning her gaze to the floor. "Sh...its alright, Mumma will protect you she promises, his contract doesn't mean anything...I can assure you of that..."
"Government Signed? Ha you mean FORGED you dip shit, I doubt it was even SIGNED in Terra so its absolutely worthless and far from legitimate. And AGE IS an issue as you can't force someone underage to sign a contract with MY consent, even then I'm already having paper work done toward taking this child into the Branwen family. We don't take lightly to people like you." She would seem to glare at the Man something fierce now, stroking the little girls head and cooing down at her? "Shut yer yap, I haven't heard a single intellectual thing come out of that shit hole you call a mouth even once yet. You Pedophile. Now I think we should take our leave, try your contract bullshit in place where it means something, like trying to spend foreign money at a Drug Store..." Which they wouldn't accept? However it seemed the Chick hid behind Ersilia, half peeking out to look at Lucifer before returning her gaze to the floor. "Sh...its alright, Mumma will protect you she promises, his contract doesn't mean anything...I can assure you of that..."
Lucifer Fortuna flipped out his cell phone. They were decent little things. A quick dial to the government head of Wing City, the Mayor. "Oh hello, Mayor Tole? Yes, this is Mr. Fortuna...yes, I have your seats reserved for this weekend, at the racing rink. Can I ask you something?" At this, he put it on speaker. "When I came into your office today, at 2:14 pm, didn't I have you sign a racing contract between myself and one Beibhinn? For three years?" There was a pause before a gruff, bureaucratic voice answered. The voice of Wing City's rule for more than ten years. "Um...yes, I believe I did sign that paper. I stamped it too...Now then, will that be all, Fortuna? I have a dinner party to get ready for." A snicker from the business man. "Yes, thats all sir. I'll see you there, just wrapping up some business." And the phone was gone.
"I see ya are as foul mouthed as you are ignorant of the ways of this city. Let me tell you something, Ms. Ersilia Branwen, and yes, I done my research on ya, that there a few things ya are beyond ignorant of." He stood, blowing another cloud of foul smoke into the air. "One: I am a businessman, and as such, I know that breaking the law is a good way to get thrown in jail. I had more than enough of my jail time." One more cloud. "The second, is that there is NO age limit for racing in this city. There are younger racers than her. She signed the contract in return for favors. Money, food, better training facilities...and you. I told her about your family, ask her yourself. If it wasn't for me, she'd still be sleeping in the Pits or on the streets. I saved your stupid, ungrateful little chicks life. I gave her a life. Three, her coach, the closest thing to a legal guardian at the time of signing, also gave her legal permission." One more cloud. "The third, being I am the majority share holder of the Racing circuit. Buying it out won't do shit, I still own more than 50% of the stock. It belongs to me, I...me...Lucifer Fortuna, make the rules there." A pause before a bought of laughter, his Bird going insane with its own brand of laughter. "Is that I don't die. Well, I can die, but I don't stay dead!! Go ahead!" He snapped his fingers, a rain-storm of bullets from Felix's position spraying the area around all of this, never touching, making the smallest gaps. "Oh...and I got my man on the roofs. One of the most skilled mercenaries on the entire planet."
let him rant! Let him rant she'll merely walk off with her Child and those..Armed Men and George! The Man seemed entirely showboat? Stating his name and that he makes the Rules 'there', laughing as well as his Bird it seemed. "Blah Blah Blah, I've heard the whole I can't die...stay dead crap-" Though the..Rain of Bullets, the 'Knights' Formed a Full Circle as the Man made an example, lances hoisted to the side and shields readied? Though he was merely making an example? "Oh you do now? Why would you need a Mercenary if what you're doing is Legal, why not Military Official or WCPD? George over here would turn your Mercenaries into confetti. Wait it wasn't a display but an actual attack? Well the Knights formed a Defensive Ring anyway in that case! Lets see bullets get through that armor! Easily? However slits of metal seemed to drop from the Lances? Revealing small holes or groves in the lances themselves? "Just...fire on him....or..them or..?" Eh they'd fire? Gatling Lances for the win! Just...slowly move away with Ersilia and George int he center...like a cake? Ersilia defending the small Chick and trying to calm her down?
Lucifer Fortuna wasn't even afraid. "You don't want this to happen. I promise you thing, I'm going to take what is mine, one way or another." He flicked his cigar right into the bald man's face, giggling. "Its no surprise you've not heard of my racing rink, but I assure you, and your chick will tell you as well, it is a perfectly legal operation, endorsed by the government. Its new, but legit. Understand?" Another spray of bullets, each round founding gaps in the armor, glancing but striking the skin underneath. "My man will hit his target. He had never failed a job. Lets talk, maybe negotiate. Is that acceptable?"
Beibhinn hid her face in her mother's side, flinching at the bullets and then settling slightly, a bit shaken. She looked up for a moment and merely nodded mutely at Lucifer's statement. "He's right...The circuit is off of Main Street..." she supplied quietly, hesitantly. She just wanted to resign, give in...Just three more years of racing with him as a sponsor and then she could do something else! She didn't want to give up racing...but maybe her mumma could find her something else to participate in in the city. Something with less situations like these...
However she did look down at her Chick who's face hid in the Woman's side, her attempting to calm the child and do her best as to drown out the gunfire? "He isn't Dear...he's telling you nothing more then lies, I'll personally see to that the truth is known and this mans illegal activities are found out." She didn't wish to believe a city which was so strict on Rules would allow such, no she knew the Government better, they where Tyrants? They didn't take no ones shit! Why they didn't give people warning when doing shit in the Pub they shouldn't be doing, just gun them down? "I will find you something else to..participate it, something we can both enjoy together without having to be in these situations I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."
Lucifer Fortuna lit another cigar. "Nothing would happen to her. The races are perfectly safe. The only injury I ever saw her sustain was a period of short breath." Felix began his way down to the fountain. "Its not as bad as you think. But I assure you, as will the child and all those who participate in a Racing Circuit on the MAIN STREET, its all legitimate. I know my promise won't mean much, but it is. As Beibhinn said, its all legal, and if it wasn't for racing, even before she signed with me, she would've starved to death, picked up by slavers, anything worse. She was an orphan and racing became her home." He turned to Beib, giggling. "Tell her. Just tell her. I will shut up while you speak, but tell her Beib, things only you would know and I would not."