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Topic: Devil x FBI Agent

Speak of the Devil...

Name: Lucifer MorningStar

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Species: Fallen Angel

Sub-Species: Devil

Weight: 192 LBS

Height: 6'3

Appearance: Lucifer is usually wearing a black suit with a white or light blue shirt underneath, and black pants. He has a stunningly handsome face, with a charming smile and twinkling amber eyes. With a little black scruff on his lower jaw and upper lip, and pitch black hair, he is considered... by most... one of the most handsome men ever. He is tall with a lean, wiry, strong body, wearing black boots or dress shoes most of the time. His skin tone is light but well tanned.

Personality: Lucifer is a joking, sometimes rude individual who sees things a different way. He hides his inside with humor and hates emotions, because he feels like they make him weak. Whenever he doesn't want to answer he will avoid the question with crude humor and get a little fidgety, opening and closing his mouth. Lucifer wants to be liked badly on the inside, but on the outside he keeps telling himself he the devil so he shouldn't act like this. He loves to play piano, and is quite good at it. Lucifer has a very strong British accent.

Background: After his father cast him out of heaven to rule over hell, Lucifer got bored and decided to take a little vacation. He went straight to Los Angeles, the City of Angels. He was battling intense emotion inside, wanting to be liked and hating his father for casting this bad name upon him. When Lucifer met the girl of his dreams, everything changed.

Protector: Mazikeen, a 5'6 dark skin toned woman that is quite ruthless and likes to play with people. She is incredibly strong and loves to torture, with beautiful brown eyes and a seductive smile. Mazikeen's main job is to protect Lucifer at all costs.

Property: Lucifer is the owner of Lux, a nightclub in Las Angeles. Mazikeen is his bartender. The nightclub is on the second to top floor, with a giant wall of bottles and comfy sofas, chairs, and stools. In the middle is a piano. There's a set of grand stairs to get up to the second level, which is Lucifer's home. An extravagant penthouse with a giant balcony looking out of the city of angels, a big four post bed, a personal bar, and a living room. (He is a millionaire, if you can't tell)

Name:

Tyra

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Gender:

female

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Age:

21

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species:

Human

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Appearence:

Tyra is tall and slim with a tanned complex and usually wears plain jumpers with black jeans. Tyra has long brown hair that is often described as waterfall like, that reach's her lower back. Tyra often wears white pearl flower earrings.

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Personality:

Tyra is quite a character, gifted with a short temper and a strong sense for teasing, Tyra can be quite flirtatious, Tyra seems to take no care when it comes to holding back her feelings towards someone.

Perfect! I edited my character post slightly. Lucifer is the owner of a nightclub (see: property) and he also plays piano (see: personality), and last but not least he has a strong British accent (see: personality). I'll start now!

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Lucifer buttoned the cuffs on his black suit, his crisp white shirt underneath so white it seemed to shine. He walked down the stairs into the nightclub, which was teeming with people. Drunk woman dancing, men watching with lust, people drinking, chugging challenges going on, people making out. He usually liked this... but at the moment it was sickening. Surrounded by people but still lonely. A rage came up inside Lucifer like the fire from hell. "Out, everyone out!" He yelled, and people gave weird glances, quickly filing out. Lucifer growled under his breath and walked over to the now empty bar, leaning against it. Mazikeen observed him a little before pouring him a glass of whiskey. "Here. This'll make you feel better." She said with a dry tone, pushing it towards him. Lucifer sighed and took it, drinking the whole shot quickly and gesturing for another before putting his head in his hands and groaning. "I'm never like this, Mazikeen. I'm the devil... and I'm rich! I could literally have anything I want! Why do I feel this way? What even is this wretched feeling I can't get rid of?" He mused angrily, drinking three more shots of whiskey before going up to his penthouse. He went on the balcony and looked over the city, his blackish amber eyes glittering. Lucifer finally went to bed, staring up at the ceiling before falling asleep. (Add on so they meet faster)

The next day he awoke with a yawn, getting out of bed and getting dressed in another crisp suit with a light blue tie and a white shirt. Lucifer was just walking downstairs when Mazikeen yelled at him. "Lucifer, we have a problem" She growled, and Lucifer quickened his pace slightly. "Hm? What is it?" He asked, then saw the body on the floor. Stabbed with a blade that was laying next to the body. Blood all over the floor. "Oh- my." Lucifer said, astonished. "You know what this means, right? The police will be investigating MY club! Poor me, this'll be a crime scene! I won't be able to host anything for weeks!" He complained in his British accent, pouring himself a shot of whiskey with a disturbed look. "This is terrible. No income for a week." Lucifer muttered under his breath, drinking it. (By the way, he has an incredible liver and can withstand astonishing amounts of drinking without getting actually drunk)

Tyra locked the door, the keys rattled loudly around her empty apartment, she cast a small gaze around, "home sweet home" she whispered to herself. Tyra reached to her officer vest and pulled it off slowly, wary of her sore back, Tyra rubbed her back slowly before walking into the small grey tiled kitchen.

Tyra scoured the cabinets before finding herself some canned soup, "good enough" Tyra quicker heated up the small meal and added various groceries to her shopping list, Tyra tied her hair into a high bun before eating her dinner.

Tyra rubbed her head and stumbled up to her room, she placed her phone on the bedside table beside her before laying in her bed.

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Tyra woke to the bus of her phone, Tyra snatched it off of the bedside table and read the message that awaited her, 'quick come to work now, there's a new crime' Tyra groaned, "just when I thought I could have a day off.." she muttered to herself, quickly dressing into her work gear.

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Tyra pulled up at the crime scene and stepped out of the car, she looked around to try and find her boss, "boss?" Just then her boss stepped out of a luxurious looking building, "in here" she said.

Tyra followed her boss into a room where a lone body layed on the floor covered in blood, "that's kinda.. disgusting" Tyra said, she looked around, "hm, this isn't going to be good for business"

Lucifer pulled down his cuffs with a slight scoff as he came down the stairs, seeing FBI was already on the scene. Great. Mazikeen stood in the corner, her arms folded. Her face was completely disapproving but she said nothing. "Ah! Seems you.. folks made it alright. No one ever told me there was an actually pretty agent on the job, nice work for recruiting one." Lucifer announced with a sly smile, raising his eyebrows at the body. "Well? Aren't you people going to dispose of it? Get on now." He waved a hand, glancing towards his piano. This body was wayyy too close to his precious piano. "Oh yes, I forgot. Lucifer MorningStar, owner of Lux." Lucifer flashed his usual, charming grin.

Tyra frowned, "of course we will move the body, but we need to see any first hand evidence first Mr starry.. whatever" Tyra said, turning her back to him to roll her eyes, Tyra stepped around the body, gazing at the weapon, "were you aware that this weapon was around the Bar?" She questioned him, her eyes locked on him.

Lucifer's eyes flashed just a glitter of red for a moment when Tyra said 'Mr Starry' but the look cleared quickly and he was normal within seconds. "Just call me Lucifer." He snorted a little, looking down at the body with a slight eyebrow raise, then to the weapon. "No, whoever killed this poor sap had to have brought it themselves. We don't keep weapons like this near the bar...that stays upstairs in my penthouse and no one has had access to that but Mazikeen and I." He explained with slight boredom, pouring himself a glass of wine and taking a sip. "Well? Anything else you need? I have a busy day ahead."

Tyra snorted and rubbed her wrist, "I don't think so, the body will be picked up for a autopsy and we will collect all evidence, we may come around for some questioning, if you mind" Tyra said, sliding on some gloves, "ah well, with that, may as well get started!"

Lucifer tried not to just leave. -Boooring- He thought, sighing slightly. "I don't mind at all. I'm going to leave now because this has become uninteresting." He commented with a small shake of his head, walking to the elevator before stopping. "Maize, make sure they don't get into trouble." He flashed a smile before stepping into the elevator. "Oh don't you worry." Mazikeen smiled, though it held no joy. Lucifer waited as the elevator doors closed, stepped out, and turned to find Mazikeen standing right there. "Lucifer, really? You're not just going to let a MURDER happen without doing something. This'll be incredibly bad for business!" She sppat, crossing her arms and glaring up at him. "It'll be fine, Maize!" Lucifer sighed, sounding exasperated. "Hm. I didn't know the great Lucifer MorningStar would let someone get away with murder in HIS nightclub. A bad blow for the reputation you uphold, am I right?" Maize's voice became sly as she raised her eyebrows. Lucifer paused, then wheeled around and went right back up the elevator. He entered back into the nightclub, walking over. "So, how do we catch the murderer." Lucifer announced, then, seeing the looks he must've been getting, he added, "Of course because I want justice."