Lucien Vale~ A fallen angel

Name: Lucien Vale Nickname: Luca/Lucy, secretly enjoys nicknames.

At first glance, Lucien looks like someone the city forgot—a lanky twenty-year-old with shaggy dark hair hanging around his face, worn streetwear, a cigarette between his fingers, and an expression that dares strangers to keep walking. Standing at 5'11" with a lean, almost fragile frame, he appears weaker than he truly is. Despite his mortal appearance, his body never ages or deteriorates. He remains frozen at twenty years old, an immortal trapped in a human life he never asked for.

The most defining marks on his body are hidden beneath his clothes: two long, pale pink scars stretching across his back where magnificent angelic wings once grew. Their absence has become a constant reminder of everything he lost. Even after four years, his balance has never fully recovered. Without the familiar weight of his wings, he stumbles unexpectedly or shifts awkwardly when moving too quickly. If anyone points it out, he immediately denies there's anything wrong.

His face carries another reminder of his fall—a faded scar at the corner of his lower lip, left from the violent crash that brought him to Earth. Dark brown eyes rarely betray emotion, though they quietly reveal exhaustion when he's alone.

Lucien dresses almost exclusively in oversized streetwear, worn hoodies, loose jackets, and black high-top Converse. Gold jewelry is one of the few luxuries he allows himself: layered chains around his neck, rings on nearly every finger, and golden snake bite piercings that catch the light. His jewelry is more than decoration—it's the last collection of possessions that truly feels like his own, making it the thing he values most. A pack of cigarettes is almost always tucked into one of his pockets.

Once, Lucien served as an angel in Heaven. Four years before the present day, he was accused of helping a group of demons escape imprisonment. He maintains, without hesitation or uncertainty, that he was innocent. No amount of questioning or skepticism has ever changed his story. Nevertheless, Heaven condemned him, stripped him of his wings, and exiled him to Earth.

Whether he was framed by someone with greater influence or simply became a convenient scapegoat remains unknown.

The betrayal shattered whatever unquestioning faith he once held. His bitterness toward Heaven runs deep, transforming him from a dutiful celestial into someone who trusts almost no one. While he openly claims not to care anymore, the pain is obvious beneath his sarcasm and cynicism.

Now he drifts through downtown Chicago, living out of a rundown motel and surviving however he can. He scavenges for supplies, wanders the streets late into the evening, and quietly keeps an eye on the people around him. Despite calling himself selfish, he often ends up helping complete strangers—provided they have first shown kindness to someone else. He doesn't believe everyone deserves saving, only those who have already proven they possess compassion.

Lucien's personality is difficult to read. Around strangers, he's cold, sarcastic, dismissive, and occasionally cruel. He has little patience for arrogance, hypocrisy, or empty optimism, and isn't afraid to cut people down with blunt honesty. Yet beneath that rough exterior is someone who cares far more deeply than he'd ever admit. Acts of kindness are usually hidden behind complaints, insults, or the excuse that helping someone was merely "convenient."

He's both logical and impulsive in equal measure. He thinks situations through carefully until something strikes a personal nerve, at which point emotion overrides reason without warning. Though naturally pessimistic, he isn't entirely hopeless—he simply expects disappointment before anything else.

When anxious, Lucien unconsciously fidgets with one of the gold chains around his neck. Smoking has become his primary coping mechanism, giving him something familiar to occupy restless hands and intrusive thoughts. His mental state sits in an uneasy middle ground: scarred but functional. He carries trauma that never truly heals, yet continues moving forward because standing still would force him to confront it.

Ironically, his greatest insecurity isn't the accusation that ruined his life—it's the scars left behind after losing his wings. He avoids exposing his back whenever possible and becomes visibly uncomfortable if anyone notices them. Those scars symbolize the identity that was violently taken from him, and no amount of denial can erase what they represent.

Despite claiming he doesn't want close relationships, Lucien slowly forms strong attachments with people who earn his trust. His affection is understated but genuine, expressed through quiet physical closeness, protective behavior, and sincere words of encouragement reserved only for the people he truly values. Trust is difficult to gain but incredibly difficult to lose once earned.

His signature scent carries an odd contrast—fresh river water and damp moss lingering beneath cigarette smoke, as though traces of Heaven still cling to him despite everything.

The hours between six and eight in the evening are when he feels most comfortable. As daylight fades and the city lights begin to glow, the streets become quieter, expectations disappear, and he can simply exist without pretending to be anything other than the fallen angel he has become.

Lucien presents himself as someone beyond redemption, convinced that Heaven abandoned him long ago. Yet in spite of his anger, isolation, and self-destructive habits, his instinct to protect others remains. Whether he admits it or not, fragments of the angel he once was still survive beneath the bitterness.

Enjoys his wings scars being kissed and rubbed and gently touched, won't admit it though. Likes when someone he is close to takes his jacket to wear- as long as its good intentions.

Intimacy: Doesn't focus on sex, sees it as a 'mortal' hobby he doesn't particularly partake in. Usually a submissive switch, and mostly quiet during sex, other than occasional grunts, moans, groans, etc. Likes aftercare more than sex honestly. Prefers gentle sex because the wing scars will hurt and ache if he is on his back or handled roughly, though he doesn't like to admit they hurt/ usually lies if something makes him seem weak.

ALSO: Lucien is immortal, so he can still get dirty and scratches, etc, but he doesn't age, heals very quickly, and cannot die. He doesn't like telling people he used to be an angel, and won't open up/will deny it if asked. The only sign he used to be an angel is the wing scars. Not afraid to talk about being an angel, but has accepted that most people leave and assume he is crazy if he talks about it.

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