DUNCAN, Lyrael

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Lyrael Michael Duncan
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All the basic info

••• Name:Lyrael Michael Duncan
••• Alias: Simply Michael or Rae
••• Age:184, appears 23/24
••• Gender: Male
••• Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
••• Species: Angel
••• Loyal to: No one.
••• Alignment Neutral
••• Play By: Jared Leto

LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS
Likes, dislikes, etc

••• Likes: Music, Quiet, Cynicism, Self-Confidence, Peace, Movies
••• Dislikes:Petty conflict, Discordance without intent (read: pointless noise), Insecurity, Lack of Humor, Stupidity
••• Pet Peeves: Folks who complain but do not attempt to help themselves, Smoking, Self-Destructive Behavior
••• Weaknesses: A pretty smile, Fear of betrayal, Cockiness
••• Strengths: Cockiness, Skill in close-contact battle, Charm, Wit
••• Habits: Scratching the backs of his hands when nervous, chewing his lower lip, Stroking his jaw when thinking, Quoting movies to replace actual conversation, Becoming agitated at the mention of his personal beliefs
••• Overall Personality:

Rae tends to be a cynic, attempting to cover the fact that he is in fact a rather nice guy with biting sarcasm and a rather dim outlook on things. He's not much of a people person, but is extremely charming. And by that, it is meant that he uses his charm to his advantage, namely a rather devilish grin and those sparkling blue eyes. He likes to be on top of issues, staying informed, often researching heavily on current events in the War so that he is not caught offguard by a rogue enemy. His philosophy is usually to stay out of the conflict, but one can never be too careful in these trying times. His personality is difficult to discern as he changes depending on the company he is with in any given situation.

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
Appearance and what not

••• Hair: Black, silky, just short of shoulder-length
••• Eyes: A bright almost icy blue
••• Weight: Not rail-thin, but lanky and muscular
••• Height: 6'2''
••• Body Type: Muscular but lean
••• Distinguishing Marks: A rather interesting rune tattooed on the inside of his wrist.

••• Overall Appearance:

With a devilish smile and mischievous blue eyes, Lyrael is the heartthrob of many women and the lover of few. He's tall-ish and slightly muscular, but not bulky. If anything he is built for speed. When his wings are not concealed, they extend out rather wide, raven-black with white flight tips, as if they have been stained by white paint. Lyrael cuts his hair himself...In other words, it's a mess. It is just short of shoulder length in messy layers that fall around his features in pin-straight disarray. Most of the time he sports a slightly scruffy jaw, being much too preoccupied with more interesting things than shaving but every once in a while he decides to go clean-shaven. Overall a rather handsome piece of work.

YOU CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY
History and other info

••• Birth Place: The North American continent...He's not particularly sure.
••• Family: The angel Amotil and the angel Michael, for whom he is named.
••• History:

Early life was rather...interesting...for Lyrael. Of course he had never been much for this whole war business, finding the battle for human souls rather pointless in their pleasure-seeking nature. Instead he pursued intelligence, adventure in the form of a worn tome of cracked-leather warmth. Lyrael's parents, warriors of the Light, found this slightly unusual. Alright, that is quite the understatement. They found it EXTREMELY unusual. But to indulge him, and to save themselves the embarrassment of a rather peaceful and seemingly passive son, they sent him to the battlefield to learn, to research, to do whatever it was to keep himself occupied. Here, Lyrael found himself.

Dropped into a battlefield was definitely not how he saw himself spending the early parts of his adult life, but what could a fellow do? Instead of cooling his heels in a safer area of the city, Lyrael launched himself into the melee with a fervor befitting his father's fiery nature. Rather than fighting though, Lyrael used this bloody violence as a research opportunity. He documented the wounds and attacks sustained and used by the angelic host, recording histories and points of interest as he went along. In essence, he appointed himself a bookkeeper of death and destruction without actually involving himself in the conflict, having no interest in the business. As has been mentioned, he is more inquisitive than violent. Not that he is apathetic, mind you...Simply more concerned with his brain than his brawn. Realizing that he could not live on research alone, he took on an additional job, seeing as it actually required money to subsist in this rotten world. Here he found his love of movies. Starting with classics, moving on to thrillers and modern action films, Lyrael has become an addict and most of the time that is where he can be found: Minding his own behind his desk at the movie rental store.

••• RP sample: Lyrael's eyes scanned the room, glancing furtively over the ridge of his worn newspaper. It had to be years old, a piece of history he found in a shattered archive below the city library, its edges worn and frayed by time and frequent page-turning. And for good reason. In garish hues of black and white the headline screamed of an angelic host quashing the Fallen uprising. "Heavenly Army Defeats Lucifer's Dogs," it read. Lyrael quirked an eyebrow. Interesting.

In the picture that followed, a snapshot of a battlefield, a lone angel standing amidst the carnage of the Fallen, Lyrael noticed a familiar face. His mother, Amotil. Her flawless features were emotionless, slightly triumphant as she gazed at her handiwork. The long curve of her sweeping black wings caught the meager light streaming from a broken sky, enhancing the glow of her angelic aura. She was fierce, she was beautiful, and she was barely recognizable as the sweet being that had nursed Lyrael, that had recited passages from holy scriptures to soothe him to sleep at night. No...Here she was a warrior. Lyrael sighed. When would this war end?

Certainly not now, he figured, sipping at the concoction called coffee that the waitress had hooked him on so many months before. Black with a slight tang of sweetness that he found intriguing. Sugar, a heavenly creation if there ever was one. He set the paper down beside his much and pushed a hand through his unruly hair. "Another day, another disappointment," he sighed, stretching in preparation to head out into the hopelessly dim sunlight of a day with no purpose.

IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU
The Personal Stuff

••• Your Name: Reever
••• Age: 18
••• Gender: Female
••• How'd you find us: Proboards Support Board
••• Did you read the rules: Edited

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