Lucien Von Clossen (Fin~)

[Lucien Von Clossen]

Lucien Von Clossen

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Characters Personal Information

Name: Lucien Von Clossen
Gender: Male
Age: 26
True Age: 487
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Left is blue, right is brown.
Skin Tone: Very pale.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual & polysexual.
Talent: Flesh Craft.
What Does It Do?: Lucien is able to fuse dead and live tissue together in order to create a new being. Typically these serve as just minor servants to help him around his "laboratory" of sorts.
Familiar:A sugar glider named Jester.
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What Are They Like?

Likes:

• Death
  
• Blood
  
• The mind
  
• Organs
  
• Biology
  
• Caskets
  
• Funerals
  
• Morgues

Dislikes:

• The colour yellow
  
• Most bright lights
  
• Loud music
  
• Boring deaths
  
• Life without meaning

Turn Ons:

• The thought of death
  
• Blood
  
• Either gender
  
• S & M

Turn Offs:

• Romanticism
  
• Sweet nothings
  
• Emotional connections
  
• A closed mind

Nervous Habits:

• Grinning
  
• Laughing
  
• Getting into one's bubble and touching them with his fingernails

Fears:

• A boring death
  
• The colour yellow
  
• God

Appearance:

Lucien has quite the peculiar and even what some would call a frightening appearance. His eyes are constantly hidden behind a long fringe and a leering grin is typically seen stretching his lips. Long and wild platinum locks fall past his mid back and flare out in an almost elegant fashion. A single braid is knotted into three long strands of hair that falls over his shoulder.

His arms, legs, and torso are never revealed, as he keeps them concealed beneath long, medieval-like robes and leggings. The chosen colour is always black and many classy buttons trail down the sleeves and front, making it appear as something of a long coat as well. Around his neck is a long scarf that he ties around his mid-torso. Dangling from his neck are an assortment of necklaces.

To top it off, a crooked witch hat sits atop his head, bending at an odd angle and holding a similarity to a witch's hat. From this falls a single ribbon that sways as he walks.

Personality:
When tone ponders the word "sane", Lucien is not someone that comes to mind. Indeed, the opposite of such is assumed to be the case. Having an infatuation with death and an intense fear of yellow, this man is often considered quite an unhealthy individual.

Having fallen in love with death as a child, he thoroughly enjoys discussing all things related to it. From biology to the concept, he simply thrives off of conversing with anyone that will listen. Just the same, he can be seen talking with himself and appearing thoroughly engrossed in the conversation.

As a rule, Lucien keeps a wide grin plastered to his face. It has been seen as leering, perverse, and even downright evil before, but he isn't fazed; it's turned into a habit that he's grown quite fond of and has no intention of breaking. Not to mention, he'd be lying if he said it didn't give him a slight sense of glee when it sent some of the strongest men home crying.



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How Their Life Is / Was

[/color]Father: John
Mother: Mary
Sibling/s: Tom & Sarah.
History:Lucien's childhood was quite average. His mother worked as a local preschool teacher and father the owner of a small company. His two siblings were the epitome of perfection; perfect smiles, sparkling eyes, neat hair and above average social skills. Lucien's family was, virtually, outwardly high-functioning.

Lucien, on the other hand had always felt out of place. And though he was always treated with affection and compassion from his family, seldom did he return the favour. This wasn't to say he was a bitter child; on the contrary, he was anything but. He simply preferred to keep distance from most people and became far more interested in solitary activities. Thinking, for instance.

At the susceptible age of nine, a distant relative of Lucien's he had no relations with passed away. As fate would have it, the late relative was close to one of his parents and so had left something in their will for them. Obviously, his family was then obligated to attend the funeral.

He had at first found the church to be dull and the sniffling old women bothersome. However, when his relative's body was brought into the room, perfectly preserved and positively void of any malady, Lucien had to do a double take. To him, it didn't look at all as though it were a dead body, and from then on he could naught but stare, transfixed, at the unmoving corpse sleeping peacefully in a velvet-lined casket. For the life of him, he couldn't fathom why it entranced him to such a degree, but he didn't really care. All that really mattered was that he feast his gaze on more death.

Once outside to witness the burial, Lucien had managed to successfully sneak away. If there was one dead body in the church, it only made sense that there was more. He began a search throughout the spacious halls and before long, found a door leading to a basement. His curiosity peaked, Lucien descended the stairs and what greeted his eyes both astounded and excited him.

In a florescently-lit room lined with large drawers on each wall, was a cold, metal examination table. And lying on this table was the object of his interest: a corpse, and a male one at that. Lucien easily spent ten to fifteen minutes simply admiring the motionless body, eyes raking over its form and memorizing every wrinkle and curve. The pale, bloodless skin, erect genitalia, bottomless eyes, it all fascinated him to no end and he found he couldn't get enough.

Sneaking out of the room just as easily, Lucien raced back up the stairs only to encounter a room he hadn't yet explored. Upon entering, he stood amazed at the many coffins on display. Excitement coursed through his body once again and before he could stop himself, Lucien had shut himself in one of the finer-looking ones. Encased in a majestic cocoon of satin and velour made the boy shiver in delight and he could do nothing to hinder the large grin that spread across his face that day.

From then on, Lucien's mind never stopped wondering it would be like to be dead.
Roleplaying Sample: "Hehehehe..." Lucien giggled slowly, wickedly, at the site before him. A lone deer lay dead on the forest floor. Its tongue hung out and lazily poked the ground, small, beady black eyes gazing unseeingly before it. There were two gunshot wounds on its body; one that had no doubt lodged the bullet deep within its stomach and the other in its left back leg. Lucien "tsked", though did not wipe the large grin from his features.

"Why men shoot them but leave their bodies is beyond me," he said, a note of glee evident in his voice, "Can't let it go to waste."

Propping the hefty shovel he carried against a nearby tree, he leaned down. Lucien extracted a large steak knife from his long sleeve and grinned. He just couldn't perform an autopsy with such long limbs in the way. With nothing but the waning moon to light the way, he gave another giggle and hacked through the bone of each leg until they fell to the ground beside the torso.

Turning back to the body, Lucien placed the large knife back into his sleeve and this time pulled a scalpel from its depths. After carefully easing the deer's body onto its back, he lowered the pointed tip to its chest and made a long incision along the length of it, before cutting diagonally along the top to form a perfect "Y". Black nails eased the skin away and he laughed softly as he caught sight of the shriveled heart and dried organs. No doubt this animal had been dead for quite some time, as barely any moisture remained.

"Ooh.." he smiled and dipped an index finger and thumb into the visible half of its stomach, before pinching his fingers around the object of his desire. Pulling out, Lucien made a small hum of appreciation and stared at the bullet with a hint of fascination.

"Such a useless piece of metal did this much damage" he mused, head cocking to the side, "how..liberating." Without another word, he immediately stood and pocketed the bullet, doing the same with his scalpel. Though he had at first intended to thoroughly harvest each organ and study them, the concept of a bullet wound tickled his fancy more. He concluded this to be the end of his autopsy.

Reaching out, his spindly fingers clasped around the handle of his shovel and he instantly set to work.

"Push, lift, dump, push, lift, dump, push lift, dump," Lucien muttered as he dug into the moist earth. The least he could do now was give the deer a proper burial, especially after ridding it of its limbs and cutting open its torso.

After several minutes of the repetitive motion, the man deemed it deep enough and glanced at the animal's prone body briefly before prodding it into the newly-dug grave. He giggled excitedly as it fell limply into the hole and eagerly set to work covering it with the the crumbly bits of earth yet again.

Once finished, Lucien slung the shovel over his shoulder and tilted his head in satisfaction. This night was successful, if he did say so himself. Now was the time to head home and, once again, go through the endless cycle of how such a harmless piece of material could possible take a life.
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