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angel_of_preyName: Egon Lothar
Age/Birthdate: 241 years, born 22 May 1767
Species: Angel
Type: Archangel
Canon: Rift (OC)
Played By: Michael C. Hall
Appearance: Five-foot-ten, hazel eyes, short reddish-brown hair. Appears to be in his late thirties. His wings are solid brown on the back, and white with black mottling underneath, much like an osprey's wings. When his wings are hidden, he has a pair of long scars that mark their presence.
Personality: Generally pretty serious. He dislikes meaningless conversation and prefers to get down to business most of the time, unless he's in a really good mood. He's rather fond of humans as a species, and has been known to have one-night-stands with human women if they're in need of just plain sex with no strings attached, but his duty of demon slaying is always his top priority so he never sticks around for long afterwards. He's afraid of forming any kind of relationship for fear it will become more important than his duty, so he tries to stay professional. He's pretty patient when it comes to tracking down his prey, and has been known to spend years waiting for the right moment to strike.
History: Egon was born in Germany in 1767 to a peasant woman. His father, an angel of knowledge, was killed by a demon before he was born. His mother mostly ignored him, as she never wanted children in the first place. He learned basic swordplay from a local blacksmith in his early teens, and when he gained his wings at age sixteen and learned of his heritage, he left home to find a sword master to teach him more complex forms. He spent the next ten years refining his skills before leaping into the business of killing demons.
Egon worked his way across Europe and parts of Asia and Africa in pursuit of various demons, avoiding getting involved in various wars along the way. In 1897 he was in the UK in between kills, and had a brief fling with a human woman named Vivian Laurent. Unknown to him, their union resulted in a child that she named Eloi.
Egon's demon hunting eventually led him to Canada and down through the western United States, rarely encountering another angel in all his travels. Eventually, rumors of a large concentration of angels and demons caught his interest, and he made his way to Chicago.
Writing Sample:
She catches his eye as he walks down the streets of Southampton. Young, working class, rather pretty underneath those plain clothes. She tucks a stray brown hair behind her ear, escaped from the bun at the back of her head, and appraises him with hopeful blue eyes. He knows what she is after, and her body language screams of financial desperation, like so many other common women he has seen, selling their bodies to put food on the table.
She looks up at him as he steps closer, then casts her gaze down humbly. "Excuse me, kind sir," she says softly. "May I offer you my services this evening?"
Well, when she puts it that way. He pities her and those like her - humans who must struggle every day just to survive, stuck in a never-ending cycle of hardship and misery. He smiles at her, putting on the polite mask of human interaction. "I would be pleased to accept your offer, miss," he says. It's the least he can do to help her, ease her burden at least fractionally, and he's happy to do it.
He works slowly, patiently, attempting to make it a more enjoyable experience for her instead of a necessary chore. In all his travels, he's infrequently encountered a culture so oblivious to female sexuality as this one. One day that will change - it has to, sooner or later - but for now, one woman at a time. And this is his woman for tonight.
He gives her twice her asking price, slipping the notes into the pocket of her dress without a word. She looks up at him, tears in her eyes, and he's not entirely sure which of her warring emotions is surfacing. "Please, sir," she begs. "Tell me your name."
He pauses at the door, reluctant to tell her. After all, she will never see him again. And perhaps that's why he decides it would be harmless to do so. "Egon Lothar," he says, and vanishes into the night as if he never existed.
Vivian Laurent spends a few moments to make herself presentable, then heads for home. In the skies above, unnoticed by all in the darkness, a winged figure ascends towards the stars, already focused on the hunt.
Age/Birthdate: 241 years, born 22 May 1767
Species: Angel
Type: Archangel
Canon: Rift (OC)
Played By: Michael C. Hall
Appearance: Five-foot-ten, hazel eyes, short reddish-brown hair. Appears to be in his late thirties. His wings are solid brown on the back, and white with black mottling underneath, much like an osprey's wings. When his wings are hidden, he has a pair of long scars that mark their presence.
Personality: Generally pretty serious. He dislikes meaningless conversation and prefers to get down to business most of the time, unless he's in a really good mood. He's rather fond of humans as a species, and has been known to have one-night-stands with human women if they're in need of just plain sex with no strings attached, but his duty of demon slaying is always his top priority so he never sticks around for long afterwards. He's afraid of forming any kind of relationship for fear it will become more important than his duty, so he tries to stay professional. He's pretty patient when it comes to tracking down his prey, and has been known to spend years waiting for the right moment to strike.
History: Egon was born in Germany in 1767 to a peasant woman. His father, an angel of knowledge, was killed by a demon before he was born. His mother mostly ignored him, as she never wanted children in the first place. He learned basic swordplay from a local blacksmith in his early teens, and when he gained his wings at age sixteen and learned of his heritage, he left home to find a sword master to teach him more complex forms. He spent the next ten years refining his skills before leaping into the business of killing demons.
Egon worked his way across Europe and parts of Asia and Africa in pursuit of various demons, avoiding getting involved in various wars along the way. In 1897 he was in the UK in between kills, and had a brief fling with a human woman named Vivian Laurent. Unknown to him, their union resulted in a child that she named Eloi.
Egon's demon hunting eventually led him to Canada and down through the western United States, rarely encountering another angel in all his travels. Eventually, rumors of a large concentration of angels and demons caught his interest, and he made his way to Chicago.
Writing Sample:
She catches his eye as he walks down the streets of Southampton. Young, working class, rather pretty underneath those plain clothes. She tucks a stray brown hair behind her ear, escaped from the bun at the back of her head, and appraises him with hopeful blue eyes. He knows what she is after, and her body language screams of financial desperation, like so many other common women he has seen, selling their bodies to put food on the table.
She looks up at him as he steps closer, then casts her gaze down humbly. "Excuse me, kind sir," she says softly. "May I offer you my services this evening?"
Well, when she puts it that way. He pities her and those like her - humans who must struggle every day just to survive, stuck in a never-ending cycle of hardship and misery. He smiles at her, putting on the polite mask of human interaction. "I would be pleased to accept your offer, miss," he says. It's the least he can do to help her, ease her burden at least fractionally, and he's happy to do it.
He works slowly, patiently, attempting to make it a more enjoyable experience for her instead of a necessary chore. In all his travels, he's infrequently encountered a culture so oblivious to female sexuality as this one. One day that will change - it has to, sooner or later - but for now, one woman at a time. And this is his woman for tonight.
He gives her twice her asking price, slipping the notes into the pocket of her dress without a word. She looks up at him, tears in her eyes, and he's not entirely sure which of her warring emotions is surfacing. "Please, sir," she begs. "Tell me your name."
He pauses at the door, reluctant to tell her. After all, she will never see him again. And perhaps that's why he decides it would be harmless to do so. "Egon Lothar," he says, and vanishes into the night as if he never existed.
Vivian Laurent spends a few moments to make herself presentable, then heads for home. In the skies above, unnoticed by all in the darkness, a winged figure ascends towards the stars, already focused on the hunt.
