Post by l on Sept 17, 2010 2:54:25 GMT -5
LUCIFER MIGUEL PEREZ
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¨ FULL NAME Don Miguel Hugo Perez
¨ NICKNAME Lucifer, The Doctor
¨ AGE 170 years about. He looks to be in his early 40fs
¨ GENDER Male
¨ SPECIES Vampire. Unfortunately.
¨ BLOOD TYPE AB
¨ OCCUPATION Healer, Spiritualist to some
¨ PLAY BY Benicio Del Toro
¨ HAIR He still has all his hair. Its thick and black with a touch of grey. Its somewhat wavy and course and he wears it combed back. Its usually in need of a haircut.
¨ EYES Lucifer was born with shocking dark brown eyes. However now he doesnt have eyes. Yes literally, his eyeballs are gone. About seventy-five years ago he came down with a bad case of Eye-Rot. Its an uncommon disease for the living dead, and since he wasnt in a place where adequate treatment was available, his eyes rotted away to nothing. It was fairly painful and if you ask hell share the gruesome details.
¨ STATS Five foot nine inches. He weighs approx. one hundred-fifty pounds.
¨ BODY Hes not tall at all, but his shoulders are broad. Hes surprisingly thin though, but spry. Lucifers skin is pasty and white, if one didnt know he was undead theyd think he perhaps had a bad case of the stomach flu all the time for how pale he is. Even his lips dont have color.
¨ FEATURES You mean other than his lack of eyeballs? Yes, he bears a tattoo on his forearm that says "Carpi Diem" with an Eagle not unlike the American symbol above it.
¨ WARDROBE
In a point of fact way to describe his clothing, Lucifer dresses like a bum. Thats because he pretty much is one. He lives on the streets, so to keep warm he has a thick, green jacket with a worn, blue under shirt. He has only one pair of jeans and it is the same pair hes had for over a year. Hes often seen wearing a knitted blue stocking-cap that a very nice old lady gave him. And because he lives in the streets usually his clothing is covered in grim and filth. He does try to clean up whenever he can get into a homeless shelter. ALWAYS he has a black cloth around his eyes to hide his deformity.
On that note, if someone would care to take him in off the street and clean him up a bit, Lucifer would look rather dashing and handsome.
¨ OTHER FORM Nope.
¨ LIKES
- Energy. He likes to be reminded that he is alive.
- Dancing, and no not this modern stuff. The old kind from the good old days in California. The Spanish Tango.
- Beautiful women. Although, alas, they do not seem so interested in him anymore.
- A fine glass of port especially after a fine meal.
- The sweet sound of children laughing.
- A beautiful sunrise. Sadly another thing he can no longer enjoy.
¨ DISLIKES
- Killing, Violence, Death, Murder, all the things that are in his nature.
- Imbeciles. Those who cannot see past their own point of view.
- Cats. What can he say? They creep him out a little.
- Big noisy guns like these modern machine guns. Theyfre terrible.
- Brownies. Someone insisted he tried one once, and even though being a vampire probably had something to do with it, he thought it was the most disgusting thing hefd ever tasted.
- This modern way men have of being disrespectful to women. In his day women were treated much better.
¨ STRENGTHS
- A strong sense of humanity even though he is no longer human. That is why he is what he is and he does what he does.
- Lucifer does not fear destruction of his existence. In fact he would welcome it.
- Being brought up with finesse and charm has never left him. (Well thatfs not true. There was a time where he was savage and brutal but he snapped out of it. Now he is as gentle as a lambc usually.)
- A quick mind and the ability to make decisions quickly. Lucifer reacts on his gut instincts and usually they lead him in the right direction. More than once hefs killed first and asked questions laterc but usually the questions do not get answered. (because they are dead.)
¨ WEAKNESSES
- Again, his sense of humanity. It will probably be his downfall and the reason why he travels around in filth. He doesnft like to step on too many toes and insists that troubles come to him instead of he going and looking for the troubles.
- A lovely woman. Hefd do anything for a pretty face. Seriously. Hefs always been that kind of boy. It was useful back when he was young, but no more.
- His vampire nature is always a constant battle for him. For years hefs lived without the need for human blood since he lives of animals of the streets. Dogs, Cats, Rats, whatever he can find. Occasionally hefll come along a homeless man that just needs to be put out of his misery and then he will drink himself sick. But he usually feels very bad afterward. In any case, this might be his biggest weakness since if he were ever forced to mess up and actually drink from a human hefd kill himself afterwards because of the guilt.
- Physically, hefs not very strong. He carries on him a 22 caliber rifle for protection and uses it only if needed, but thatfs usually to fend off humans. If any other creature attacks hefd pretty much have to run for it. Hefs as fast as any vampire though. (He also carries a walking stick which he uses to get around and not run into walls. But he still does trip sometimes. Itfs quite embarrassing. )
¨ SKILLS
- Knowledge. Hefs called the Doctor not because he has a doctorate but because if you bring him someone whose bloody and on the verge of death he will do whatever it takes to keep them alive, and if he canft he usually knows someone who can. Street surgeries are a walk in the park for him thanks to years of practice and the teachings of Father Christopher.
- Extreme patience. Good things come to those who wait and its never a good idea to take short cuts.
¨ FEARS
- The extinction of the Human Race and the whole world will be ruled by savage mongrels. The mongrels he refers to are not just the werewolves but also the vampires and demons alike. Anyone who is out to destroy another just for the hell of it is a mongrel in his opinion. God would not want his creations to be that way.
- Losing control of himself and killing another human. Hefs killed those who have attacked him, self defense is one thing, but if he kills another innocent life he knows hefll be damned forever.
¨ FULL PERSONALITY
Lucifer has come a long way with his personality from what he was born as. As a human he was a charming young man who grew up to be wealthy and sophisticated. And then, after the attack, he became fearful and stupid. Sometime later he turned angry and hateful, savage would be the word hefd use. And then, much much later, he became the man he is now.
Now, Lucifer first comes off as a crazy person, a very friendly crazy person but a crazy person none the less. He spends a lot of time in homeless shelters and alleyways talking to people and trying to keep his humanity. When patients are brought to him he turns very serious. His world revolves around aiding and caring for his patients and whether they live or die seems to have a great impact on him. He doesnft say it but the lives he saves, he hopes, will add up enough to make up for the ones he took back during his days of hate and anger.
On the whole he is a friendly, passive person who doesnft want any trouble. He likes to tell stupid jokes and flirt with anything thatfs female and moves. He still thinks of himself as that charming young school boy that all the girls adored, even though he is clearly worn and tired. Life has been rather hard on him.
¨ MOTHER Daniela Amelia Perez (deceased) [Angels, put n/a]
¨ FATHER Don Miguel Jose Perez (deceased) [Angels, put n/a]
¨ SIBLINGS Amelia Sophia Perez Hernandez, Older sister (deceased)
¨ IMPORTANT PEOPLE
- Wife-Maria Isadora Gabriella Perez (deceased)
- Daughter- Daniela Isadora Gabriella Perez (assumed deceased)
- Mentor- Father Christopher (deceased)
¨ BIRTHPLACE In the Territory of California, Mexico at the time.
¨ BIRTHDAY April Sixteenth Eighteen-Twenty
¨ FULL HISTORY
As said before, Lucifer has come a long way from the young carefree son of a Don he was born as. Miguel was handsome his whole life, with nursemaids and little girls alike fawning over him. It was clear he would grow up to be as appreciated and as powerful as his father. With a charming and witty personality, he drove his caretakers insane with his rambunctious ways. When he was fourteen he went away to a Catholic boyfs school in America. There he learned a great deal about life but mostly he liked to day dream and have fun. He stayed there until he was eighteen and then returned home to further his studied in his father business. Actually, he didnft do anything in his father business. He merely owned gparth of it and got an allowance off that. He didnft mind though because being spoiled was all he knew. Lucifer remembers there were a lot of little girls he loved to flirt with and charm and kiss. But none were as beautiful as his Maria. From the first moment he saw her she sparkled like a diamond and he knew he had to make her his.
Her father wasnft too keen on the idea because he knew the boy was lazy and the son of a rich man, but after some coaxing and promises and proving that he could work hard, Miguel finally convinced him and Maria was married. A year into their marriage they had a lovely little girl named Daniela, named after her grandmother. Miguel couldnft remember the last time he was so happy. He loved his little daughter more than anything and gave her everything she could possibly wish for. When the little girl was five, she got very sick and it seemed they would lose her, but after days and days of nursing her back to health she was well enough to get out of bed. Miguel hadnft left her side one moment during the whole time she was ill. Years later when Daniela was seventeen a young man asked for her hand in marriage but Miguel told him his daughter was too young. They tried to elope anyway and Miguel had the boy arrested for tress passing. His daughter wouldnft look him in the eye without crying anymore after that.
The next year Miguels father died and he became heir to the family business. He was not a good manager but luckily his father had some very capable employees and Miguel didnft have anything to worry about. On his daughters twentieth birthday she married a very suitable young man, and that was when Miguel started to drink heavily. It fell into a pattern and the drinking lead to adultery with a widow lady in town. There were rumors and talk of course, but Miguel always returned to his unhappy wife with gifts and things. Still she seemed to lose all respect for him as well.
Feeling rather lonely in life, Miguel started to become a prisoner to his alcohol addiction, so much so that on the night California became part of the United States he was walking down a dark alley when something attacked him. He couldnft fend off whatever it was, but it punctured little holes in his neck and seemed to leave him for dead.
Someone found him days later walking around in the scalding son. Hefd managed to walk several miles away from his home town and could not remember who he was or where he came from. A kind family tried to nurse him back to health, but the strange feelings and hunger that came over him was too much. He slaughtered the old man and woman in their sleep as well as the little boy who worked for them. Horrified at what hefd done, he ran away into Mexico.
He traveled around, losing control of himself and drinking from whoever happened in his path. He walked by night and slept by day. He became a vagabond and even after hefd regained his memory he was much too ashamed to go home. His travels lead him south to the ocean where he happened upon a group of creatures like himself. They taught him many things about being a Vampire and how to kill. They also taught him about the blood war between clans. His Clan was always in a feud and a day didnft go by without much bloodshed and death. For years Miguel lived this way, Anger and hatred seemed to fill him up to the brim. He hated God and he hated fate for taking away his life and giving him this new one. He killed with such intensity that the clan gave him a new name. The Diablo. A name that eventually turned to Lucifer by those of them who were Christen. His weapon of choice became the rifle, however he was not able to use it properly for long due to the strange disease he got while in Brazil.
It started as just a pain in his head, right in the back of his eyes. There were many painful and gruesome details but by the end of the next year Lucifer was not only blind but he no longer had eyeballs. The clan he ran with was too fast for him and he was forced to wander alone and abandoned. One night a rival clan recognized him and beat him badly and threw him into the ocean.
When he awoke he miraculously found himself still in one piece. He was in a monastery of sorts, although it was run down and mostly abandoned due to a riot. The burnt building was home to a kind old priest named Father Christopher. The father nursed Lucifer back to health and did what he could for his damaged eye sockets. Little by little he learned about Lucifers life and what he was. He learned that deep down inside Lucifer was a god fearing creature who yearned for redemption.
He taught Lucifer many things and about forgiveness and the power of the atonement.
After the father passed and after Lucifer grew used to his blindness, he began the long journey back to America. By then one hundred years had passed and much has changed. Still, he is trying to redeem himself. He likes to find chapels of any faith and listen to people speak of god. He doesnft know if god really does exist, but he'd like to think so.
Lucifer will try to help any who come to him in need because of the example Father Christopher once showed him.
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"And then I said to him, are you looking at MEEE?!" Lucifer delivered the punch line and the gathered group of druggies and bums erupted into a laugh. Some laughed because they truly got the joke, others because everyone else was laughing, but most laughed because they were crazy and thatfs just what they did all the time.
Lucifer didnt mind. As long as he could hear the laughter he knew he was sane for another day. It had been over a month now since hefd had any contact with anyone that wasnft a bum living on the street or a kind hand assisting in a homeless shelter or a soup kitchen. He didnft mind though. He found the more he stayed out of the world of the damned the more chances he had to help the humans. Not that he really had a way to help them other than offer a friendly word or two. In this particular soup kitchen the people who ran it called him "Smiles" because thatfs what he was doing all the time. Also because unlike most of the bums he still had all his teeth and they werenft yellow and rotten. In fact if it wasnft for the shabby clothing he wore and the grime all over him Lucifer wouldnft look like a bum at all. He didnft talk like a crazy man (usually) and he walked straight with his head up. The only difference in his mannerisms was the fact that he carried a metal staff that clinked from side to side in front of him, telling him of any impending hazards .
As the laughter settled down and the other men got to eating their soup, Lucifer found his stomach growling. How long had it been now? Days? Weeks? Months? He didnft know. All he knew was he was hungry and he needed to find sustenance soon.
He caught a wif of something in the air and lifted his head as he sniffed. It was rusty and languid, not at all tangy. But it would be good for his body.
Nearby at the entrance of the shelter an old man sat with an even older dog. The grey mutt had its muzzle in its masters lap and he stroked it with a trembling hand. Obviously the man suffered from Tourette syndrome and his glassy blue eyes showed he was completely out of reality. Lucifer couldnft see that however, all he knew was nearby there was a source of food.
"Here buddy. Why dont you have that" He said to the bum at his side, scooting the tray of untouched soup that had been his over to the man. The soup would taste terrible he knew, and the blood would be better.
Taking up his staff, careful to not shift too much to revile the rifle hidden under his jacket on his back, he started towards the door. The sharp tapping of his staff didnft draw attention since the noise of the eating men was so loud.
"Well hello...er...friend" Lucifer said to the man on the floor, his Hispanic accent very apparent. "What a nice dog you have."
"Oh Sparkys the best dog ever. Best dog." The man said, his voice cracked and aging. He didnft look up at the strange figure but continued to tremble and shake.
A frown graced Lucifers mouth. Inside a war siege started but it was quickly smothered. Even though his body was wracked with hunger and he craved the taste of blood badly he would not take a dying old dog from a dying old man.
Reaching down, he patted the dog on the head before turning and walking out of the homeless shelter and into the night.
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