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Lucifer, son of Giratina
Main Information;; The Known
xx Nicknames
Sire or m'lord or any number of honorifics. There are those that whisper Lucy in the darkest of nights, but they tend to meet mysterious deaths.xx Age / Birthday
The official story is that he came to this earth on the twenty-first day of December- the Winter Solstice- twenty seven years ago. How long he lived in the other place before that is unknown.xx Gender
Masculine in human form. xx Kingdom / Providence
Crystal Kingdom.xx Occupation
Royal Adviser to the King.xx Society / Group
Leader of the Order of Templars. xx Rank/Class
Aristocratic, though not royal.xx Weapons
A powerful individual such as himself has no need to carry weapons- to do so is an insult to the royal guard, not to mention rather bothersome when attempting to be subtle. Even so, a set of small knives accompanies him everywhere, disguised as cutlery. xx Magic
Lucifer is the one and only son of the Renegade Pokemon, the god Giratina himself. So to call it magic is misleading, as that implies witchcraft and spells used by silly humans, which could not be farther from the case. He is, after all, a demon from another dimension, and though his powers are extremely limited in this human body they are still an inherent part of him. Some are subtle: the ability to see in the darkest of nights, the speed and strength and senses of something a little more than human. Others are a tad more sinister in nature. He's always had an affinity for flame- call it his dragon blood- and though in this human form he cannot torch things like he used to, tongues of fire can still be called upon at will. His main abilities, though, come from his ghostly side. He is, first and foremost, a demon of the shadows. Darkness bends to his will, is his cloak and shield and sword alike. By cover of darkness, he is capable of traversing great distances, temporarily ripping apart the fabric of space and time itself. His range is greatly diminished in this world, limited to maybe a hundred and fifty yards on a good day, but it serves its purpose in battle well enough. In his hands, shadows take solid form, whips and swords and strangling tendrils to grasp his enemies and drag them into the depths of hell.
But like any proper demon, he's also riddled with weaknesses. Crosses burn him with their touch; salt, though not painful, is rather repulsive. Though his body is durable, his limits far beyond the reach of most humans, a nice sturdy wooden stake seems to prevent his rapid healing. His greatest weakness, though, is light magic- why else would he work to destroy powers and religion among those of what he's come to regard as his kingdom?
The Mirror Room
xx Face Claim
Sebastian Michaelis - Kuroshitsuji.xx Appearance
By all rights, Lucifer should not be an impressive person to look at. He's tall, yes, but not terribly so, just above six feet. He isn't muscular in the slightest, with a slim, willowy frame, and though he moves with a fluid sort of grace it isn't exactly predatory. All in all, he shouldn't be frightening- and yet he is. There's something downright eerie about the man, and though it can be difficult to put a finger on it, the little things add up. His hair is just a tad too black, his skin a little too pale, his smile the slightest bit... empty. It's a decent approximation of a human, but that's what it is. An imitation. A fake. His white, papery skin is frigid to the touch; his heart doesn't beat; should he be lost in thought and not thinking about appearances, he might forget to blink or even breathe. A common scientist might even think him dead- if it weren't for his eyes. His eyes. They burn, ruby red, with an otherworldly fire, the pupils thin and slitted and utterly inhuman. Most days he can hide the other differences, with long sleeves and gloves and his infamous aversion to being touched, but even his occasional use of spectacles cannot disguise the crimson fury of his eyes. That, and the blood-red pentagram inscribed on his left hand, are the true marks of his demonic origins.Open and Public
xx Personality
The Royal Adviser of the Crystal Kingdom is a calm man, cool and polite and not easily ruffled. He is not a commanding presence. He does not draw the eyes of others. He is the quiet one, the humble one, the whisper of wisdom within the young King's ear. Soft-spoken but wise, he's well known in the castle for his skill in navigating the complexities of court life. He possesses a sharp mind and an agile wit, for those few deemed worthy of hearing his valuable thoughts, and though he's a bit stuck up he rarely refuses anyone outright. It isn't uncommon for others to come to him for help, whether or not they be royalty, and he serves them politely. He's somewhat humorless, sure. Reclusive, yes, and a tad cold, but he's careful to follow social conventions. In fact, he's incredibly strict when it comes to the rules- perhaps a bit obsessive-compulsive, though for someone with such influence that's a positive thing. He was a strong leader before Narcisse came of age, but the moment the child rose to power, he stepped away gracefully. Not that it fools anyone- he has all of the power, and decidedly less of the blame. The best of both worlds, when it comes to Crystal royalty. Any man in his right mind ought to be content.The Head Commander of the Order of Templars is not terribly different. When presiding over meetings, he doesn't suddenly develop a great sense of presence. He doesn't even raise his voice, his soft tenor as unassuming as ever. Perhaps that's what makes him terrifying- the fact that he can appear unnoticed almost anywhere, seeking out weakness, driving his followers ever onward. He isn't one for speeches, but when alone or before small groups his eyes burn, his ambition laid clear before all those Templars with like minds. He's decidedly more generous with dispensing his opinions, and not with the placid kindness that the court demands. Passionate and intelligent but not overbearing- he's well aware that his followers are all individuals driven by ambition, capable and perhaps willing of stabbing him in the back. Rather, he allows them their own free reign, serving more as their guiding hand than as their decisive ruler. Perhaps that is what makes him truly powerful.
But in the fiery depths of his own mind lies a ferocity that none could possibly guess. He came to this world with one goal in mind: domination. It had not occurred to him that humans could be quite this powerful, and his ascension is taking longer than he had originally planned, but he has the infinite patience of a being who's lifespan is not measured in years or even decades. He has a secret disgust for most average mortals that he keeps hidden away- especially that foolish boy, that child-king, the insolent whelp that truly thinks himself capable of power- but he's also attracted to humans of the more shadowy variety. His demonic self seems to care for the Templars, in a twisted sort of way- his lovely little prodigies, hell on earth, but even they are more pets than subordinates, or Giratina forbid, equals.
The Secret Side of Me
xx Greatest Secret
A tough decision; he has many secrets, the most immediately obvious being that he isn't human. A rather large problem, dumbed down to three simple words, but they don't begin to cover it. He never got along with his father- perhaps a more normal thing to be ashamed of, had his father not been the god Giratina. The fact that another dimension exists at all would probably be quite shocking to most.xx Greatest Fear
His father. Not the power of the god itself, which is probably what he should be afraid of. No, he's afraid of disappointing the one who created him. He's afraid of failure. His sire already rules an entire dimension- it's quite an expectation to live up to, and his deepest dread is that he'll never be able to match it.xx Greatest Desire
It isn't a secret that he's ambitious, but even his most trusted of human accomplices- not the child-king, the fool, but his Templar brethren- do not know the full extent of his plans. After all, he doesn't intend to stop at the elimination of magic- he wants the world at his fingertips.Out of This World
xx Pokemon
Yveltal, by special declaration of our wondrous Ginger. and I guess he has something or other going on with Giratina, though I don't claim any knowledge about that. Yveltal is more than enough~
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This is His story
xx History
Lucifer was not born in the human sense. He was created: he was not there, and then he was. Simple. He opened his eyes for the first time and looked into the face of his creator, the Renegade Pokemon, the god Giratina himself. For a mortal, the creature meant death and despair. To him, it was simply Father. It wasn't exactly a loving relationship, more one of servant and master, but it worked. He served the ghost god, studying human culture and preparing for his purpose in life- to be Giratina's living will on earth. It was understood that he was the heir, of sorts, but he was also a threat and a rival. If he wanted to rule over anything, he'd have to get his own space, and so he turned to the human world.It took years of preparation- perhaps decades, perhaps centuries, time passed in strange ways in the Distortion World- before he was finally deemed worthy. When the time came, his father presented him with a going-away gift of sorts in the form of a servant, to guard and protect him on his quest. But this was no ordinary servant- this was another one of the gods, albeit a lesser one. Young and naive and ridiculously pleased with his new gift, the young Lucifer set out at once for the plane that he would soon call his own, thinking that this was a world of fools, ripe for the picking.
And, whoops, that wasn't quite correct. He discovered at once that, though he knew all the proper behaviors, humans had an uncanny ability to tell that he was different. Unlike what he'd been led to believe, they had magic, and these little crystals capable of capturing the spirits of Pokemon. Completely and utterly terrifying to the sheltered little demon. So he acted as would anyone else with a big secret and time to kill- he made himself useful. He started small, doing favors here and there, spreading rumors of his greatness and high-standing blood. He was careful, of course, to keep his body concealed, masking as best he could the fact that he did not age.
And, slowly but surely, he advanced. He'd had time aplenty before, time to study philosophy and government and politics and all sorts of different pursuits, and as a result he became well known for his vast base of knowledge. He became a tutor and adviser to humans of increasingly powerful ranks, always whispering, always careful to put the right words in the right ears to further his cause. Slowly but surely, he worked his way up, until finally he gained an audience with the king himself. And then he turned on the charm. It wasn't all that difficult- only a year or so of sucking up, and suddenly he found the royals calling upon him for advice. Perhaps he had some sort of persuasive ability he hadn't previously known of, or else these humans were more foolish than he'd previously thought, because it wasn't difficult to get into their good graces. All it took was a few recommendations from choice aristocrats, and within the turn of the year he was named the king's personal adviser.
Secure now in his place within the human world, he could now turn his attention outwards, to reforming the earth into a place of his liking. Of course, first things were first- he had to rid himself of magic. Priests and mages all had to go, partly because of the risk that they might recognize him for what he was, and partly because they were some of the only ones who stood a chance at resisting him. It wasn't difficult to find ears willing to listen- the Templar organization was an ancient one, older than his own time in this plane, and the framework was already set in place. They were quick to welcome someone as highly ranked as himself into their midst, and several months and a mysterious accident later, the organization found itself without a leader. And of course there were some who objected- they barely knew him, after all- but his high position in the court and innocent facade gained him a decent amount of followers. After that, all it took was a single show of power- the release of his Pokemon- and though he was terribly apologetic afterwards, crooning that "he didn't believe in brute force", he'd proven his point. He'd taken over leadership over the Order of Templars. Things were definitely looking up.
Years passed. Magic had been all but eradicated; most of the king's new reforms were his suggestions. It was all going as planned, and Lucifer was thrilled. Yet, this wasn't nearly enough power for his takeover. He needed to rule Crystal completely, and though he could get things passed it was tiring. He needed his commands to not be questioned, and though the king was foolishly trusting he wasn't outright stupid. Obviously that had to be remedied. The young prince, on the other hand, had known him nearly his entire life. If only the prince were in power... It wasn't long before his opportunity arose. Both the king and queen had to leave- for something as trivial as a birthday party of all things, foolish mortals- and it was laughably easy for him to stop them just outside the capital. With his bowed head and quiet, soothing voice, he assured them that he would take good care of their kingdom, before reaching out with his shadows and quickly snapping their necks.
What he couldn't cover up himself, the Templars assisted him with. They had a habit of occupying highly ranked positions; they had the capability to pull plenty of strings. Besides, his brethren were thrilled- he was practically king, after all. All he had to do was smile and coddle the boy who was named heir to the throne. Deep inside, his blood boiled- his pride smarted at sucking up to a mortal child- but to the prince he was never anything but patient. No one seemed to even notice; at least, no one other than the princess. He kept and eye on her, and she on him- he suspected her of some sort of witchery, some power that let her know him for his true self. Obviously that just wouldn't do. One night, he made his move to silence her- and everything went wrong.
A Ranger showed up, and, startled, he let the girl elude him. His plan botched, he fled to the forest in a fury, flames flickering around him in his anger. It was too late. Somehow, the girl had thoroughly escaped him. He set the Rangers to work at once, begging them in his soft voice to please, find the poor child, who knows what could have happened to her. And though it was suspicious, his influence allowed him to cover it up. He danced around the questions with Narcisse, of course, and the youth let the subject drop. All the better. He relinquished his power on the child's eighteenth birthday, glad to escape the spotlight, and that was that. He's been ruling behind the scenes for a little less than a year, and his visions for a better world- his world- are becoming closer and closer to the truth every day.
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