Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2015 5:18:17 GMT
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[newclass=.tablebold b]color:#823030;[/newclass]ROYCE LONDON
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i am a two-thousand two-hundred fifty year old male fallen angel. i am currently the assistant headmaster and manager at the old moon cafe. i am pansexual. a lot of people tend to call me by my name, or by surname at the school.
PERSONAL
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[ABILITIES]
• superior speed: self-explanatory.
• durability: makes the user harder to harm physically.
• telepathy: the ability to speak with others through the mind. for plot.
• construct: solidified energy transformed into the shape of a weapon. [whip, chain, sword, etc.] for grand opening.
[PERSONALITY]
positive • ambitious, erudite, calculating, charismatic, unwavering
a well-learned and worldly individual whose well of knowledge is as deep as the millenniums and centuries as he has lived through, royce london is a man of ambition and charisma. the constant pursuit of learning in an ever-changing world in his wilder, younger days has shaped the angel into one who knows his own aims as well as the back of his hand and stands by no other principles other than his own. he is undoubtedly and undeniably steadfast when it comes to the matters of his own personal philosphies and methodologies. time may have tempered some of the more experimental and curious parts of his nature, but royce remains as sharp and as calculating as ever. he is one for efficiency and precision -- an elegant solution is always the best solution in the angel's eyes.
negative • domineering, manipulative, prideful, ruthless, secretive
let us be clear on one thing -- royce london is no angel, and he would have surely fallen someday had it not already happened. pride was his mortal sin in the eyes of god, and the fallen angel indeed has too much of it to beg to differ. after all, begging is an act far below him, nevermind the circumstances. his independence from heaven has caused him to become domineering, having long shed the servile mantle put upon him by the kingdom of god. in doing so, royce has learned ruthlessness along with the less than savory art of manipulation when it comes to getting what he desires. whether that requires diplomacy or debate, blackmail or the art of persuasion, the ends justifies the means as far as he is concerned -- everything else in between will simply remain his secrets to keep.
• superior speed: self-explanatory.
• durability: makes the user harder to harm physically.
• telepathy: the ability to speak with others through the mind. for plot.
• construct: solidified energy transformed into the shape of a weapon. [whip, chain, sword, etc.] for grand opening.
[PERSONALITY]
positive • ambitious, erudite, calculating, charismatic, unwavering
a well-learned and worldly individual whose well of knowledge is as deep as the millenniums and centuries as he has lived through, royce london is a man of ambition and charisma. the constant pursuit of learning in an ever-changing world in his wilder, younger days has shaped the angel into one who knows his own aims as well as the back of his hand and stands by no other principles other than his own. he is undoubtedly and undeniably steadfast when it comes to the matters of his own personal philosphies and methodologies. time may have tempered some of the more experimental and curious parts of his nature, but royce remains as sharp and as calculating as ever. he is one for efficiency and precision -- an elegant solution is always the best solution in the angel's eyes.
negative • domineering, manipulative, prideful, ruthless, secretive
let us be clear on one thing -- royce london is no angel, and he would have surely fallen someday had it not already happened. pride was his mortal sin in the eyes of god, and the fallen angel indeed has too much of it to beg to differ. after all, begging is an act far below him, nevermind the circumstances. his independence from heaven has caused him to become domineering, having long shed the servile mantle put upon him by the kingdom of god. in doing so, royce has learned ruthlessness along with the less than savory art of manipulation when it comes to getting what he desires. whether that requires diplomacy or debate, blackmail or the art of persuasion, the ends justifies the means as far as he is concerned -- everything else in between will simply remain his secrets to keep.
The looks
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[APPEARANCE]
with golden hair, a sculpted face, and eyes the same cold blue of light passing through ice, royce is often described as classically handsome. his chosen appearance in the realm of humans, however, does show signs of the advent of middle age, fine lines starting in his a face and thin streaks of silver starting to show up in his hair -- why he has not chosen the face of one in the prime of his youth is a mystery indeed, though it all boils down to personal preference in the end. standing at 6'3"in height, royce has the looks of a thirty-seven year old man who has aged with grace and has carefully maintained the peak of his health as best he can.
let's just say that all of those marble statues that were sculpted during the height of the italian renaissance had to of have gotten their references from somewhere. alright, perhaps not all of them, but some of them. royce has a marked preference and penchant for custom-tailored, bespoke suits from the designer end of spectrum of fashion houses, and he often sports a few choice jewelry pieces from jewelers back in his day. and by back in his day, we mean way back in his day. rings and brooches mostly, though the occasional bracelet or two does tend to show up alongside his more contemporary wristwatches every now and again. even a day off calls for nothing less than dressy casual in royce's books. vain? why, certainly.
royce's wings, should he choose to reveal them, are large enough that he could reasonably cocoon himself in them should he choose to. the feathers are sleek and as dark as the blackest of ink and the deepest of nights -- there is not a trace of the pristine snow white they once were. a shame, some, or perhaps many would say, but royce has no regrets -- he has never regretted his fall from grace, and he doesn't plan to start now.
with golden hair, a sculpted face, and eyes the same cold blue of light passing through ice, royce is often described as classically handsome. his chosen appearance in the realm of humans, however, does show signs of the advent of middle age, fine lines starting in his a face and thin streaks of silver starting to show up in his hair -- why he has not chosen the face of one in the prime of his youth is a mystery indeed, though it all boils down to personal preference in the end. standing at 6'3"in height, royce has the looks of a thirty-seven year old man who has aged with grace and has carefully maintained the peak of his health as best he can.
let's just say that all of those marble statues that were sculpted during the height of the italian renaissance had to of have gotten their references from somewhere. alright, perhaps not all of them, but some of them. royce has a marked preference and penchant for custom-tailored, bespoke suits from the designer end of spectrum of fashion houses, and he often sports a few choice jewelry pieces from jewelers back in his day. and by back in his day, we mean way back in his day. rings and brooches mostly, though the occasional bracelet or two does tend to show up alongside his more contemporary wristwatches every now and again. even a day off calls for nothing less than dressy casual in royce's books. vain? why, certainly.
royce's wings, should he choose to reveal them, are large enough that he could reasonably cocoon himself in them should he choose to. the feathers are sleek and as dark as the blackest of ink and the deepest of nights -- there is not a trace of the pristine snow white they once were. a shame, some, or perhaps many would say, but royce has no regrets -- he has never regretted his fall from grace, and he doesn't plan to start now.
THE PAST
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[HISTORY]
in the days of old, he was a dominion, one of the angels within the ranks of the sphere of the holy governors. he was one of those who oversaw the angels of lower orders and presided over nations, kingdoms, and empires unseen, rarely ever revealing himself to the eyes of humans of the earth. such was the way of angels, the way of dominions, the way of heaven -- the will of god himself. he had a different name back then, but the dominion ramiel has been lost to the pages of history, and the name discarded longer still on the day that his wings stained black from white.
sometimes, even the holiest of angels fall -- there are certainly numerous records of such incidences, if royce does say so himself -- and in his case, it began when he befriended a one of the higher demons of hell, a prince among his kind. curiosity would get the better of him and make him, in the eyes of heaven, far too close in likeness to the humans who so easily fell into sin. through their many conversations and exchanges, the dominion learned from the demon a great many things, but it would be the independence of thought he gained that blossomed into the pride that was his undoing in the end. his fall was because he was deemed as far too worldly, that he had lost what made him heavenly to the ways of man.
he would adopt many identities through the ages as he lived through the centuries after his fall acquainting himself with the world, witnessing major events in time and mingling with figures who would go on to make history. he has watched michelangelo paint the ceiling of the sistine chapel, seen the fall of the french monarchy and the storming of the bastille, and partook in the first great exhibition in london during the victorian era. the world of humans, he found, was ever-changing, ever-evolving -- there was always something new to be made itself known to him, even places he had already been before, sometimes more than once. through it all, he has kept the company of the demon who was the advent and genesis of his fall -- goes as far as to call him his best friend, really.
the man who is known as royce london is the most recent alias he has taken on, having discarded a handful of other identities when they were on the verge of becoming too conspicuous for existing too long. just how he ended up where he is now is something of a long story, but one thing is for sure -- his knowledge of the human world and its evolution was his greatest asset in landing himself in the position of assistant headmaster at a certain academy. it is, in the end, what it is. and to be perfectly honest, a small part of his reason for being here is that he is far too amused at his best friend's predicament -- he has a sense of humor there, somewhere.
in the days of old, he was a dominion, one of the angels within the ranks of the sphere of the holy governors. he was one of those who oversaw the angels of lower orders and presided over nations, kingdoms, and empires unseen, rarely ever revealing himself to the eyes of humans of the earth. such was the way of angels, the way of dominions, the way of heaven -- the will of god himself. he had a different name back then, but the dominion ramiel has been lost to the pages of history, and the name discarded longer still on the day that his wings stained black from white.
sometimes, even the holiest of angels fall -- there are certainly numerous records of such incidences, if royce does say so himself -- and in his case, it began when he befriended a one of the higher demons of hell, a prince among his kind. curiosity would get the better of him and make him, in the eyes of heaven, far too close in likeness to the humans who so easily fell into sin. through their many conversations and exchanges, the dominion learned from the demon a great many things, but it would be the independence of thought he gained that blossomed into the pride that was his undoing in the end. his fall was because he was deemed as far too worldly, that he had lost what made him heavenly to the ways of man.
he would adopt many identities through the ages as he lived through the centuries after his fall acquainting himself with the world, witnessing major events in time and mingling with figures who would go on to make history. he has watched michelangelo paint the ceiling of the sistine chapel, seen the fall of the french monarchy and the storming of the bastille, and partook in the first great exhibition in london during the victorian era. the world of humans, he found, was ever-changing, ever-evolving -- there was always something new to be made itself known to him, even places he had already been before, sometimes more than once. through it all, he has kept the company of the demon who was the advent and genesis of his fall -- goes as far as to call him his best friend, really.
the man who is known as royce london is the most recent alias he has taken on, having discarded a handful of other identities when they were on the verge of becoming too conspicuous for existing too long. just how he ended up where he is now is something of a long story, but one thing is for sure -- his knowledge of the human world and its evolution was his greatest asset in landing himself in the position of assistant headmaster at a certain academy. it is, in the end, what it is. and to be perfectly honest, a small part of his reason for being here is that he is far too amused at his best friend's predicament -- he has a sense of humor there, somewhere.
Extra
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[YOUR ALIAS]
pomme
[CHARACTERS]
n/a, none at available at the current time
[FACE CLAIM]
pomme
[CHARACTERS]
n/a, none at available at the current time
[FACE CLAIM]
[b]ATTACK ON TITAN[/b], erwin smith as @pomme1
