Name: Julian Drake- | -Nature: Bon Vivant- | -House: Slayers
Pleayer: Constantine- | -Demeanor: Gallant- | -Faction: Luciferian
Visage: Death- | -Legn: Silver- | -Celestial Name: Anamesiel
Concept: Horror-Core Rock Star

Attributes

PhysicalSocialMental
Strength2Charisma3Perception3
Dexterity2Manipulation3Intelligence3
Stamina3Appearance4Wits2

Specialities:
Apperance: Striking


Abilities

TalentsSkillsKnowledges
Alertness1Animal Ken0Academics2
Athletics2Crafts0Computers1
Awareness2Drive0Cosmology1
Brawl0Etiquette0Finance2
Empathy0Firearms1Investigation0
Expression2Melee1Law0
Intimidation0Performance3Medicine3
Leadership0Stealth0Occult2
Streetwise0Survival0Politics0
Subterfuge0Technology0Science0
Other TalentsOther SkillsOther Knowledges
Carousing0Larceny0Media2
Intuition0Martial Arts0History0
Seduction0Meditation0Poisons0
Art2Riding0Thanatology0
 0Archery0Research0

Advantages

Backgrounds
Eminence2
Fame2
Legacy4
Pacts2
Resources3
Lore
Death*2
Spirit1
Virtue
Conscience2
Conviction1
Courage3
Misc
Faith1
Torment(P/T)11
Willpower1
Merits
Angelic Aura1
Flexible Job3
Angelic Gaze1
Flaws
True Reflection1
Distinguishing Feature (Elaborate Tatoos, hideable)1
Eccentric Appearance1
Flashbacks3

Health Levels
Bruised-0 
Hurt-1 
Injured-1 
Wounded-2 
Mauled-2 
Crippled-5 
Incapacitated- 

Apocalyptic Form

Low Torment Abilities:

High Torment Abilities:


DESCRIPTION:

Julian is a tall but lanky man with deep black hair, elaborate tattoos covering every inch of his body which can be covered by clothing, and obviously takes care of his body (at least on the outside.) He always wears the best clothing he can get for a given ocassion, which for his line of work is always dark and gothic in nature. Oft he wanders the streets in public in a black ensamble with frills, lace and velvet when the weather permits. He looks, often, like he could very well have come out of some gothic romance novel as a vampire or some dark priest.


EQUIPMENT:

Guitar (electric and Accoustic)
Violin
Apartment
Laptop
Smartphone
Wallet with $150 and IDs


HISTORY:

        Have you ever had a nightmare where you are forced by your beliefs to fight against your family? That nightmare was true for Anamesiel. He truly believed in Lucifer's cause. Lucifer, the Morningstar, the closest to God any could get... Had rebelled. If that didn't mean that their cause was just, what possibly *could?* God had told them to love humanity... This was all well and good, but he'd also ordered them to never let humanity know they exist! Did the creator KNOW how much that HURT? How much Anamesiel wanted at all times to reach out from the Workshop to let humanity know that death would never touch them? That his power were not to be feared? That they were merely clearing the way for new things to grow?

	He had to have known... This bitterness festered in Anamesiel during the War of Wrath. The Creator HAD to have known this would come about! This just made his faith in Lucifer's cause crystalize into mania... But they had a duty. Their beloved humans were now cursed with the very thing Anamesiel had wanted to comfort them against! Raven-black wings ruffled at the very thought. So he'd helped build Haven, learning from Socurges, Defilers, and even the Malefactors to build this new world, twisted through layers of reality only the Slayers knew of.

	And then Haven Fell. And then the Pit. part of him resented Lucifer for the fail of the Rebellion, but the larger part simply thought that it would mean biding their time until they were freed from the Pit... if there was anything which could expound upon God's infinite Cruelty? it was the Pit.

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	Julian Drake was always a dark child. he always loved the dark things of the world. His mother raised him alone, for christ's sake, and with no male role model? he haad to find his own in fantastical figures. he found his in Dracula, Dr. Jekyl, and even Doctor Frankenstein... Especially the good Doctor Frankenstein. When he met his friends in high School? he learned the true meaning of such pursuits. to revel in the darkness and bring for the light! To show the world horror so they appreciated the light and comfort all the more!

	it was fun, but it was a teen's game really. When they graduated, they'd gone straight to work. They'd started a small band in Julian's garage (his mother worked as a lawyer and was barely home, thank God... Woman is a Feminazi in the worst sense.) And worked out the lyrics for songs, practiced with the instruments their indulgent parents paied for (or bought without their knowledge in Julian's case, she thought he was playing the accoustic guitar... he did, but he loved him his electric guitar!) They worked out at a local gym, shaping their bodies more for appearance than for fitness. They started in the band circuit under the band name 'Black Labyrinth' playing covers and original works...

	It was a goddamned radio contest that actually got them their break. They came in first playing one of their original pieces, 'Welcome to my Murder Castle.' Their music was designed to display both technical skill with their instruments and to bring out the darkest images in the minds of their audience in a catharsis of dark music! They got tpoo play opening for a major band. No record deal, but they did get to sell their music. Several brands of clothing, which supplied them with a wardrobe, a few singles on local radio... All in all? Doing well, right?

	Except not quite so much. Remember Julian's Mother? She found out about his 'disgusting hobby' years before, and was not pleased. it was 6 brutal years of constant degradation from the only semi-parental figure in his real life. he got the tatoos to hide the scars he put on himself. He got piercings to inure himself to physical pain in the hopes it'd inure him to emotional pain... it didn't work. After a particularly brutal session of 'maternal concern' for her son's 'Toxic mysoginistic ways' Julian had finally had enough. This time he didn't stop at just letting the blood flow to relieve the pressure. He went deeper. He'd read enough about medicine, he'd learned quite a bit, enough to be the band's go-to guy for injuries... he knew exactly what to nick to let this time be the last....

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	A CRACK! A CRACK IN THE PRISON! Anamesiel broke through (Barely) and flew one wings of shadow and smoke to Creation, over the swirling hellscape of what was once Haven, and found himself looking at the smoking ruin of what was once Paradise. And a small flickering light, warm and welcoming him to slip in, beckoned him. he didn't want to be pulled back to the Pit. not after *just* escaping! NO!


	it took a few months for him to recover his memories... They're still coming back. but in that time? He found himself in a human host. memories of Julian's life playing alongside the memories of millenia-old Anamesiel. Tempering them. An abusive, absentee Parent figure. A life of joy turned to pain. It was comforting to know he wasn't alone, but sad to know that his chance came at the expense of someone who had his whole life ahead of him. Still, he managed to make pacts with his friends, the drummer and basist of the band. He'd have to work hard to maintain Julian's affable personality... but it'd be worth it when Lucifer returned to lead them on a final assault on the Pearly gates! it'd all be worth it... it had to be. They HAD to reclaim paradise and bring back the Age of Wonder.