Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Jun 16, 2011 15:19:51 GMT -8
To Humble Us
~ Deliverer of cruelty and admirer of villainy ~
Name:
Lucifer
Number Placement:
His number, 1984, is no longer inked on his body.
Instead, it exists in the depths of his mind as a bitter memory.
Gender:
Male
Years since Creation:
N/A
Date of Creation:
February 14th
Alignment:
Traitor
Height:
9 inches
Fabric:
White Leather
Metal:
Iron
Anomalies:
Lucifer’s most striking feathers, undoubtedly, are his ink-black optics. Most stitchpunks have a white interior with a distinct pupil behind the rim; Lucifer has nothing but darkness.
The saw blades that rise from his skull form what looks like a spiked crown; they are more of an anomaly, as they cannot be removed. The fact that they are deeply embedded in his head could lead one to think of them as horns.
His hair is a stunning shade of golden blond; its angelic color contradicts everything else about Lucifer’s intimidating appearance.
Accessories:
Small rings of saw blades are worn around his shoulders and wrists, the metal matching the blades that rise from his head. Lucifer is always clad in a high-collared (slightly torn) vermilion jacket, the front held shut with sharpened metal shards.
Abilities:
After hurling himself into battle time after time, Lucifer has grown quite accustomed to the mending of framing, inner workings, and fabric. He rarely uses his healing abilities on other dolls, unless they are another traitor or would serve him better if alive.
His main skills rest in battle. Hell, you can tell this just by looking at him. Covered in blades and clad in leather skin, Lucifer is a formidable opponent both in body and in soul. His iron frame and burly build acts as both his greatest strength and his greatest flaw; once he’s down, he has a hard time getting back up.
Weapon(s):
Lucifer is a walking weapon.
The saw he wields is nearly as tall as he is, and can very easily snap metal frames and slice through fabric, should anyone be unlucky enough to fall beneath a blow. The removable metal pieces in his coat, and rings of saw teeth he wears around his wrists and shoulders, are sharp enough to cut fabric as well. He is even known to attempt to gore people with his ‘horns’ should his situation grow desperate enough.
Appearance:
Colors (left):
(2nd pic drawn by Kite <3)
Personality:
“It feels so good to be so bad!”
Lucifer is sadistic, cruel, cold-hearted, and he loves it, or at least this is what he expects others to believe. If he was awarded a trophy for his evil deeds, he would accept it with a twisted smirk of pride. Evil isn’t just a deed. It’s a lifestyle. A lifestyle he lives with full acceptance; he sees it as his job to bring misery and pain to other dolls. He feels delight when watching another crumble beneath his strength; his words; his undeniable and thirsty power.
He has the ability to be loyal, but only to an employer or certain leader. He is sure of his purpose, however he needs a driving force to keep him focused. He is fully devoted to whoever he serves, and to them only.
Lucifer’s actions have ended up bringing himself pain in the past, but even the most painful memories are not regretted. There are no rights and wrongs in his mind. Committing evil is a necessary side of life; it is as natural as healing another, or loving. Empathy is a concept he has a hard time understanding, as he lived much of his human life isolating himself from other people’s emotions, and it is rare to see him expressing any sort of concern toward another doll, except for Van.
If another knows what makes him tick, Lucifer feels vulnerable. Because of a constant need to be in control, Lucifer will lash out at those who make the mistake of threatening his strength by trying to blackmail him with the horrible deeds he’s committed in the past.
As a result, he often ends up hurting those who are closest to him.
Other Information:
There was already silence by the time he awoke.
Lucifer spent the first hours of his second life wandering the emptiness, marveling in the beautiful scene of death that was now the world he knew, grinning at the crunch of glass beneath his feet. The humans had discolored faces, twisted in expressions of shock; surprise; horror. Their eyes were dull and plasticity. It was the perfect Apocalypse. The world had folded in on itself, and there was blood smeared even in the clouds.
He could only smile knowingly. Humans had ravaged war for all it was worth; for power, money, oil, peace. War had successfully returned the favor.
The grand war had ended. It was time for his own.
He found that dolls were considerably harder to kill than humans. They seemed to be more resistant to pain, and it took more effort to make them bleed. He had to adapt his methods to meet the needs of death to a stitchpunk body. The bodies were different now, more artificial, less messy to run a blade through, but death was the same. He could tell by the way their souls curled submissively from a ravaged frame in a delightful lightshow; a spectacle that alighted his mind days after a kill. There was no longer anyone standing above him, and during these days he wandered the emptiness, swinging his rusted saw from side to side carelessly, should it end up mangling any wandering doll. The lack of authority became more and more evident as time wore on. He could do this for immaculate days, numbly killing, enjoying it less and less with every day. He needed some sort of drive.
It was only too predictable that some form of justice should step in to halt his murderous rampge.
Lucifer’s soul was captured and restrained by a young girl Alchemist. Hoping to correct his ways, she restrained his soul in a capsule and locked it in place using the powers of a talisman. Unable to experience glee from killing, Lucifer (re-named 1984) wandered in mute despair until he stumbled across the Factory. Once learning of the Fabricator and his goals, 1984 sought out membership, completely devoting himself to the Fabricator and the vast empire that served beneath him. He began to recollect old techniques he hadn’t used since his first life, and he tortured dolls if only to see the effect it would have on himself. While his loyalty to the Fabricator was sincere, he remained most devoted to his desire to regain control over his soul.
Lucifer’s liberation was gained through the act of deceiving a kindhearted she-doll named 49, who managed to retrieve the talisman key that held Lucifer’s soul in place. Once freed, Lucifer made a vow that he would not return to the Factory without retrieving the doll he had been ordered to capture by the Fabricator: an ex-traitor named Don.
Despite his efforts and wandering patrol of the emptiness, Don evaded Lucifer for many months. It was during a random encounter with an irritating traitor that Lucifer found himself ripped up and devoid of his beloved saw blade, and Lucifer later pursued and captured the traitor to reclaim his lost weapon. The traitor, Van, tagged along behind Lucifer even after the saw had been reclaimed. Despite all the threats and unrestrained dislike Lucifer threw toward the smaller male, Van stuck around, and after months of wandering around solitary Lucifer found himself growing used to the presence of the other. A deal was later made between the two that Lucifer would train Van to become a better traitor, and Lucifer would receive something undefined in return.
Odd stirrings began to tug at Lucifer when Van was around; things he hadn’t felt in so long that he assumed there was something horribly wrong with himself. The affection that grew between Lucifer and Van was such a simple thing, effortless, but strong. Van confirmed his own sentiments by kissing Lucifer during a time when he was brutally injured; chopped in half by the cleaver of a large armored doll named Lorenzo.
That undefined thing that Lucifer would receive in exchange for training Van later became known to the black-eyed traitor as Van himself. Lucifer claimed Van from the moment they first became lovers, and the loyalty he developed for the other could be considered a dangerous thing.
Working toward reclaiming his position in the Factory with Van now at his side, Lucifer still seeks Don, but now with a higher goal resting in the back of his mind. The great armored Lorenzo had proven as the impossible opponent, and Lucifer craves such power.
He craves armor of his own.
[/center]~ Deliverer of cruelty and admirer of villainy ~
Name:
Lucifer
Number Placement:
His number, 1984, is no longer inked on his body.
Instead, it exists in the depths of his mind as a bitter memory.
Gender:
Male
Years since Creation:
N/A
Date of Creation:
February 14th
Alignment:
Traitor
Height:
9 inches
Fabric:
White Leather
Metal:
Iron
Anomalies:
Lucifer’s most striking feathers, undoubtedly, are his ink-black optics. Most stitchpunks have a white interior with a distinct pupil behind the rim; Lucifer has nothing but darkness.
The saw blades that rise from his skull form what looks like a spiked crown; they are more of an anomaly, as they cannot be removed. The fact that they are deeply embedded in his head could lead one to think of them as horns.
His hair is a stunning shade of golden blond; its angelic color contradicts everything else about Lucifer’s intimidating appearance.
Accessories:
Small rings of saw blades are worn around his shoulders and wrists, the metal matching the blades that rise from his head. Lucifer is always clad in a high-collared (slightly torn) vermilion jacket, the front held shut with sharpened metal shards.
Abilities:
After hurling himself into battle time after time, Lucifer has grown quite accustomed to the mending of framing, inner workings, and fabric. He rarely uses his healing abilities on other dolls, unless they are another traitor or would serve him better if alive.
His main skills rest in battle. Hell, you can tell this just by looking at him. Covered in blades and clad in leather skin, Lucifer is a formidable opponent both in body and in soul. His iron frame and burly build acts as both his greatest strength and his greatest flaw; once he’s down, he has a hard time getting back up.
Weapon(s):
Lucifer is a walking weapon.
The saw he wields is nearly as tall as he is, and can very easily snap metal frames and slice through fabric, should anyone be unlucky enough to fall beneath a blow. The removable metal pieces in his coat, and rings of saw teeth he wears around his wrists and shoulders, are sharp enough to cut fabric as well. He is even known to attempt to gore people with his ‘horns’ should his situation grow desperate enough.
Appearance:
Colors (left):
(2nd pic drawn by Kite <3)
Personality:
“It feels so good to be so bad!”
Lucifer is sadistic, cruel, cold-hearted, and he loves it, or at least this is what he expects others to believe. If he was awarded a trophy for his evil deeds, he would accept it with a twisted smirk of pride. Evil isn’t just a deed. It’s a lifestyle. A lifestyle he lives with full acceptance; he sees it as his job to bring misery and pain to other dolls. He feels delight when watching another crumble beneath his strength; his words; his undeniable and thirsty power.
He has the ability to be loyal, but only to an employer or certain leader. He is sure of his purpose, however he needs a driving force to keep him focused. He is fully devoted to whoever he serves, and to them only.
Lucifer’s actions have ended up bringing himself pain in the past, but even the most painful memories are not regretted. There are no rights and wrongs in his mind. Committing evil is a necessary side of life; it is as natural as healing another, or loving. Empathy is a concept he has a hard time understanding, as he lived much of his human life isolating himself from other people’s emotions, and it is rare to see him expressing any sort of concern toward another doll, except for Van.
If another knows what makes him tick, Lucifer feels vulnerable. Because of a constant need to be in control, Lucifer will lash out at those who make the mistake of threatening his strength by trying to blackmail him with the horrible deeds he’s committed in the past.
As a result, he often ends up hurting those who are closest to him.
Other Information:
There was already silence by the time he awoke.
Lucifer spent the first hours of his second life wandering the emptiness, marveling in the beautiful scene of death that was now the world he knew, grinning at the crunch of glass beneath his feet. The humans had discolored faces, twisted in expressions of shock; surprise; horror. Their eyes were dull and plasticity. It was the perfect Apocalypse. The world had folded in on itself, and there was blood smeared even in the clouds.
He could only smile knowingly. Humans had ravaged war for all it was worth; for power, money, oil, peace. War had successfully returned the favor.
The grand war had ended. It was time for his own.
He found that dolls were considerably harder to kill than humans. They seemed to be more resistant to pain, and it took more effort to make them bleed. He had to adapt his methods to meet the needs of death to a stitchpunk body. The bodies were different now, more artificial, less messy to run a blade through, but death was the same. He could tell by the way their souls curled submissively from a ravaged frame in a delightful lightshow; a spectacle that alighted his mind days after a kill. There was no longer anyone standing above him, and during these days he wandered the emptiness, swinging his rusted saw from side to side carelessly, should it end up mangling any wandering doll. The lack of authority became more and more evident as time wore on. He could do this for immaculate days, numbly killing, enjoying it less and less with every day. He needed some sort of drive.
It was only too predictable that some form of justice should step in to halt his murderous rampge.
Lucifer’s soul was captured and restrained by a young girl Alchemist. Hoping to correct his ways, she restrained his soul in a capsule and locked it in place using the powers of a talisman. Unable to experience glee from killing, Lucifer (re-named 1984) wandered in mute despair until he stumbled across the Factory. Once learning of the Fabricator and his goals, 1984 sought out membership, completely devoting himself to the Fabricator and the vast empire that served beneath him. He began to recollect old techniques he hadn’t used since his first life, and he tortured dolls if only to see the effect it would have on himself. While his loyalty to the Fabricator was sincere, he remained most devoted to his desire to regain control over his soul.
Lucifer’s liberation was gained through the act of deceiving a kindhearted she-doll named 49, who managed to retrieve the talisman key that held Lucifer’s soul in place. Once freed, Lucifer made a vow that he would not return to the Factory without retrieving the doll he had been ordered to capture by the Fabricator: an ex-traitor named Don.
Despite his efforts and wandering patrol of the emptiness, Don evaded Lucifer for many months. It was during a random encounter with an irritating traitor that Lucifer found himself ripped up and devoid of his beloved saw blade, and Lucifer later pursued and captured the traitor to reclaim his lost weapon. The traitor, Van, tagged along behind Lucifer even after the saw had been reclaimed. Despite all the threats and unrestrained dislike Lucifer threw toward the smaller male, Van stuck around, and after months of wandering around solitary Lucifer found himself growing used to the presence of the other. A deal was later made between the two that Lucifer would train Van to become a better traitor, and Lucifer would receive something undefined in return.
Odd stirrings began to tug at Lucifer when Van was around; things he hadn’t felt in so long that he assumed there was something horribly wrong with himself. The affection that grew between Lucifer and Van was such a simple thing, effortless, but strong. Van confirmed his own sentiments by kissing Lucifer during a time when he was brutally injured; chopped in half by the cleaver of a large armored doll named Lorenzo.
That undefined thing that Lucifer would receive in exchange for training Van later became known to the black-eyed traitor as Van himself. Lucifer claimed Van from the moment they first became lovers, and the loyalty he developed for the other could be considered a dangerous thing.
Working toward reclaiming his position in the Factory with Van now at his side, Lucifer still seeks Don, but now with a higher goal resting in the back of his mind. The great armored Lorenzo had proven as the impossible opponent, and Lucifer craves such power.
He craves armor of his own.