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Son of Zephyrus ~ Owned by Dolt~!
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Age
17
Height
6'1
Weight
150 lbs
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship
Single
Birthplace
Dublin, Ireland
Accent
Irish
Weapon
His sword
It's easier to build up a child than to repair an adult



RP

Lucifer: The day had been the usual for the young demigod as he walked out of the training arena. Sweat glistened off of his skin as his camp shirt stuck to his skin. It had been a grilling training session for Lucifer because he had nightmares last night again. It always consisted of his mother and the harsh words that would be hurled into his face. THe young albino shook his head to chase away the dark thoughts.

Nia: She walked out of the training area after a day long session of winning fights. She was in her tank top and jeans sweating when she accidently bumped into Lucifer "Sorry" she said

Lucifer: The tall 6'1 Irishman jumped when he felt something bump into him. It made him on guard and he almost raised his long arse sword to be in his defensive mode before he paused. Monsters don't usually have a feminine-esque voice. Unless they were shape shifting... Or if he was going insane. Both were a possibility in Lucifer's own mind before a) this was camp and there were no enemy monsters and b) Lucifer was sure he wasn't going crazy. He then looked down and realised, through all his over-productive thinking, that it was a girl. "Oh no. It's fine." The Irish drawl came out in his voice.

Nia: "Irish are you? Nice people you are I got to visit a couple of times" she says looking up at him "So been training a lot I assume" she says gesturing to how his hand was still near his weapon

Lucifer: A small quirk of a humored smile appeared on his chapped lips. "Is it really that obvious? I mean, I don't exactly walk around with ginger hair and a green shamrock hat everywhere." He mused as he ran a hand throug his pale locks. He then looked down at his blade before throwing it in the air out of habit, the handle landed in his palm as he sheathed it. Lucifer has done that so many times that he wasn't even worried about the blade slicing his fingers. By no means was he trying to impress Nia, it was just a force of habit. "Training? You could say so. It helps me... Unwind." And by no means was he going to tell Nia about his dreams.

Nia: Being around for a long time she had seen her share of little tricks and was therefore not all that impressed "Agreed it helps to you know relax the muscles, get the blood flowing.....clear the mind and oh your accent gives it away" she says in fluent irish having been to Ireland and studied the language. She looks him up and down "I sense something has disturbed you?" she asks 

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