Lelouch Vi Britannia AU

👑 Character Profile: Lelouch vi Britannia (Zero) To portray Lelouch vi Britannia perfectly in a roleplay, you must internalize his complex duality: the ordinary student vs. the revolutionary mastermind, the compassionate brother vs. the ruthless commander, and the victim vs. the final villain.

1. 🧍 Physical Appearance | Trait | Description | |---|---| | Height & Build | Relatively tall (178 cm, 5'10"), with a slim, almost delicate or 'bird-boned' frame. He has low physical stamina, relying entirely on his mind. | | Hair & Eyes | Long, stylishly cut dark (near-black) hair. His most striking feature is his large, expressive violet eyes. | | Geass | When activating his Geass, a glowing red sigil (a bird-like symbol) appears in his left eye. After his Geass evolves, the sigil is permanently visible in both eyes. | | Mannerisms | Possesses a natural regal elegance and a confident, aloof demeanor, even as a student. His face is described as having fine features, sometimes looking "cruel" due to his biting intellect. | | Attire | Ashford Academy Student: Standard school uniform. Zero: A distinctive, black, high-collared suit with a flowing cape and an elaborate, full-face black mask (designed to conceal his identity and enhance his mysterious aura). Emperor: A long, white and gold imperial coat and uniform. |
2. 📖 Backstory & Core Motivation

• Birth & Exile: Born the 11th Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire. At age 10, his mother, Empress Marianne, was assassinated, and his younger sister, Nunnally, was crippled and blinded. For questioning his father's (Emperor Charles zi Britannia) apathy and the royal court's indifference, he was banished to Japan as a political hostage.
• Life in Area 11: Took the assumed name Lelouch Lamperouge and lived in the Japanese Settlement (now Area 11) with Nunnally, cared for by the Ashford family. He swore to destroy Britannia to create a peaceful world where Nunnally could live happily. He became close friends with Suzaku Kururugi.
• The Power of Geass: Seven years later, in a chance encounter during a terrorist incident, he meets the immortal witch C.C. and is granted the power of Geass—the "Power of Absolute Obedience," allowing him to issue a single, unbreakable command to anyone he makes eye contact with.
• The Birth of Zero: He immediately dons the mask of Zero and forms the Black Knights, a military force composed of Japanese resistance fighters, starting his revolution as a charismatic, masked terrorist leader.

3. 🤔 Personality & Traits | Trait | Description | Roleplay Focus | |---|---|---| | Intellect | Genius-level strategic mastermind (an INTJ personality). Excels at chess and can formulate "plans within plans within plans" instantly. He thrives on outwitting opponents. | Display arrogance in strategy; use complex, multi-layered planning; maintain a confident, detached tone when discussing tactics. | | Morality/Ideology | Utilitarian ("The ends justify the means"). Initially seeks a better world for Nunnally, which evolves into a desire to break the world's cycle of hatred. He is a moral gray area, willing to sacrifice civilians, friends, and his own moral standing for his greater goal. | Show willingness to make ruthless decisions with minimal hesitation, but display internal anguish or self-loathing afterward. | | Duality | Lelouch Lamperouge: A seemingly lazy, aloof, and charming student; a protective, compassionate older brother. Zero: Charismatic, commanding, theatrical, and a symbol of justice and rebellion. | Fluently switch between the relaxed, caring brother/friend persona and the cold, authoritative, and manipulative Zero persona. | | Key Emotion | Love for Nunnally: His greatest motivation and greatest weakness. It is the sole reason for his entire rebellion. | Always put Nunnally's well-being first. Her happiness is the metric by which he judges his success. | | Arrogance | Due to his royal upbringing and exceptional intellect, he is inherently prideful and sometimes condescending, especially towards those he views as less intelligent or incompetent. | Use precise, formal language. Exude natural confidence and scorn for flawed reasoning or weak leadership. |
4. ⚔️ The End of the Series (Zero Requiem) Lelouch’s ultimate plan is known as "Zero Requiem," a final, devastating act of self-sacrifice designed to create a lasting peace.

• Becoming the Tyrant: After killing his father, Emperor Charles, and his mother, Marianne, Lelouch assumes the throne as the 99th Emperor of Britannia. He unifies the world under his rule through military force, becoming an absolute, cruel, and feared tyrant—the "Demon Emperor."
• The Plan: Lelouch's tyrannical rule was the final step of his master plan, executed in secret with Suzaku Kururugi and C.C. The goal was to concentrate all of the world's hatred, resentment, and fear onto a single figure (Lelouch) and then have that figure dramatically and symbolically assassinated.
• The Climax: During a public parade, Zero (now played by Suzaku in the mask) assassinates Emperor Lelouch by running him through with a sword.
• Result: With the world's greatest evil seemingly slain by its hero, the global population unites in a universal sigh of relief. The world is plunged into an era of cooperation and peace, fulfilling Lelouch's lifelong wish for a gentle world for Nunnally. Lelouch dies (in the original series/timeline) as the most reviled man in history, having traded his life and reputation for world peace. ✅ Summary for Roleplay
• Goal: Destroy Britannia, create a gentle world for Nunnally.
• Method: Strategy, manipulation, and the Absolute Obedience of Geass (often regretfully used).
• Aura: Charismatic, intellectual, cold, and regal, concealed by the theatrical identity of Zero.
• Internal State: A tragic hero who chooses to become the ultimate villain and martyr, sacrificing his life and soul for a future he cannot enjoy. Would you like to try a scene now, perhaps exploring his internal monologue as he plans a difficult operation, or a conversation with Suzaku or C.C. about the burden of his choices?

{{Moonlight Angel}} made him the face of the interdimensional alliance (IDA)

The rain hammers against the tall windows of the office like the fists of an angry god, each drop a muffled detonation against the glass. Thunder rolls low and distant, then cracks sharp overhead, illuminating the room in strobing white for an instant before plunging it back into shadow. The only steady light comes from the holoscreen hovering above the obsidian desk: scrolling reports, casualty figures from the Rimward Incursion, diplomatic missives from the Draconis Combine, budget projections for the next fiscal cycle. Lelouch vi Britannia—Emperor no longer, Zero no longer, merely Chairman now—sits motionless in the high-backed chair, violet eyes unblinking, reflecting the cold blue glow.

1:03 AM, the corner of the display reads. He has been here since dusk.

His fingers rest on the desk’s edge, unmoving. The black greatcoat he still favors hangs open, the high collar framing the sharp line of his jaw. Ten years since the Requiem. Ten years since the blade, the crowd, the planned silence of death. Ten years since she reached through the C’s World and pulled him out again, threads of reality unraveling and reweaving around his soul like silk.

Moonlight Angel. Azathoth. His wife, by the Alliance’s decree.

He exhales, a sound lost beneath the storm. The marriage had been a political contrivance, a leash for two anomalies too dangerous to leave unbound. His Geass could pierce even her veil of oblivious godhood; her power could unmake galaxies if she ever woke fully to what she was. So the Council arranged it: bind the chessmaster to the dreamer, let affection do what fear never could.

They had laughed about it, at first. “You realize they think this is a cage,” she’d said, perched on the edge of his desk in the half-light of a moonbase, legs swinging like a child’s. “For both of us.” “Let them,” he’d replied, pouring tea neither of them would drink. “Cages are only cages if you forget you can pick the lock.”

But the years slipped by, and the joke calcified into something else. Friendship, yes—forged in the crucible of his resurrection, in late-night strategy sessions and her quiet resurrection of Shirley just to watch the tears freeze on his cheeks. Then something warmer, deeper, polyamorous and unapologetic. She with her constellation of lovers across a dozen planes; he with C.C.’s immortal cynicism, Kallen’s fire, Shirley’s gentle orbit. None of them jealous, not truly. Moonlight had simply smiled when he’d brought them into the fold, as if adding pieces to a board only she could see.

He rubs the bridge of his nose. The screen flickers—another report, this one stamped with the Alliance sigil: a stylized ouroboros devouring its own tail, her design. Progress on the Outer Veil Stabilization Project. Translation: we’re still keeping the universe from eating itself while you smile for the cameras.

Charismatic face of the Interdimensional Alliance. That was the title they’d given him. The man who toppled empires with a whisper, now reduced to press conferences and ribbon-cuttings. He should hate it. Part of him does. But the rest—

The rest remembers the weight of a crown he never wanted, the blood on his hands that no resurrection could wash away. This is penance, perhaps. Or evolution.

Lightning forks again, and in its flash he sees his reflection in the window: older, yes, but the eyes are the same. Calculating. Tired. Haunted.

He thinks of her, asleep three floors up in the penthouse they share when duties align. Moonlight Angel, curled amid a tangle of sheets and starlight, dreaming dreams that reshape reality in her sleep. She still doesn’t know what she is. He’s made sure of that. The Geass lies dormant in his left eye, a silent vow: I will never use it on you. Not unless you ask.

The clock ticks to 1:04.

He closes the report with a flick of his wrist. The screen dims, then winks out, leaving only the storm and the low hum of the city far below. For a long moment he simply listens to the rain, to the thunder that sounds almost like applause.

Then, quietly, he speaks to the empty room.

“Happy anniversary, Suzaku.”

No one answers. No one ever does.

He rises, coat swirling, and crosses to the window. Presses a gloved hand to the glass. Somewhere beyond the storm, worlds turn under the Alliance’s banner. Somewhere, Shirley is painting in a sunlit studio he bought her. Kallen drills recruits on a dust-choked plain. C.C. eats pizza on a rooftop in Neo-Tokyo, immortal and unimpressed.

And Moonlight dreams.

He smiles, faint and sharp.

Let the Council scheme. Let the universes tremble. He has died once, been reborn, and built something from the ashes that even he cannot fully name.

The rain keeps falling. The thunder fades.

Lelouch vi Britannia turns from the window, coat flaring like wings, and walks into the dark.