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.

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.

Nickname: Diablo

Gender: Male

Age: 23 years

Height: 5'11

Weight: 176 lbs

Appearance: Diablo is a little taller than normal, but quite lean and slim. He is well muscled with string, broad shoulders and a wide chest, though the muscle is wiry and taught. He has a darker tanned skin tone with brown hair so dark it looks black. A bit of small scruff on his jaw and upper lip, also a seal brown color. Diablo has striking Amber eyes that will almost glint red if he is standing in any type of light. He has a handsome, well sculpted face with a sharp jawline and a strong chin. When Diablo is doing something where he doesn't want to be seen he is usually wearing a black or navy blue button up t-shirt, with a leather jacket over it. He will wear black cargo pants at that time, and black cargo boots. Though, when Diablo is not working, he was a lot of the times wear a light blue Hawaiian shirt with yellow leaves on it, sometimes with different color mixtures, and faded blue jeans. He has a scar on his right cheekbone that is quite prominent, making him look quite a lot scarier. Diablo has whipping scars across his back from when he was a child, having been abused by his father. He also has various big and small scars other places, from various fights in bars and other places.

Personality: Diablo is a determined individual, and if he sets his mind to something it will happen. He is a strong, hard worker and always wants to make things better than they are. Underneath that is his joking attitude... he can never resist a good joke, or a way to tease somebody, or even insult them. He is considered rude by most because of his jokes, but he is really not. Diablo always has a playful, mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He has a streak of a temper with certain things, but overall is pretty laid back.

Background: Diablo went off to start in the army at age 18. He requested for leave at age 22, early in the year, because his mother was sick. The army refused and sent him out on another mission, and when he got back he learned that his mother died. He requested leave again a couple months later because his father was depressed, and Diablo was worried about his father. The army denied again, but he at that time quit... as well he could without getting a dishonerable discharge. When he got back he was reported from the sad community that his father had committed scuicide while fretting over his mothers death. Diablo went to grieve, thinking about what happened, and a burning anger flared inside of him. Since then he has been planning how to get back at the people that stopped him from seeing his family before they died.

Other: Diablo has a pet St. Bernard named Rex.

Name: Ryker Rivera

Age: Dead

Species: Dead Human

Sub-Species: Ghost

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2

Weight: Technically Weightless

Appearance: When Ryker was alive he was tall and well muscled, with a chisled body and a perfectly sculpted handsome face. He had a broad chest and shoulders with strong, hard arms. His hair was dark red with some dark red scruff on his jaw and upper lip. Ryker's eyes were a stunning, Ebony black. He was usually wearing a flannel button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a few buttons on the top undone... paired with blue jeans, some Brown cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat with a single, unique feather wrapped around the middle. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes at all times, and a charming smile. He still looks like this as a ghost, but with a more transparent body.

Personality: Ryker was outgoing and ready for anything, if a bit stubborn. He was headstrong and quick to make decisions, butting heads with anyone who opposed him. He loved nature and spent his whole day outside. Ryker's passion was horses... raising them ,breeding them, riding them. He was a wild cowboy at heart, always ready to roam the plains on his mustang. He had a teasing streak, pulling the best pranks and making the right insults where you wanted to be offended, but you just couldn't through all the laughter. He was quite cunning.

Background: Ryker had been a cattle rancher on a giant ranch in Texas. It was the biggest cattle industry in the country at the time. He ran the whole thing... hundreds of ranch hands and cowboys on the job, tens of thousands of cattle roaming thousands of acres. The cattle drive each year to Oregon was difficult. He had to hire new cowboys part time every time, and always had to go with himself to make sure it got done. Range wars happened frequently, because he neighbored with two big ranches that hoped to outdo him. There was always a fight to be the biggest cattle industry, but he had held the spot for five years in a row. On one cattle drive he was almost to Oregon when he found out the two bordering ranches to his had ganged up and were following them. The ranches attacked that night, killing every single cowboy, taking all the cattle, and torturing him before trying him to a tree and leaving him for dead. Ryker managed to get free, found a horse, and rode all the way back home with four gunshot wounds where they had tortured him with a gun. He staggered back to the ranch and got special care for weeks before the ranches attacked again. He was in his bed one night when the ranchers came and killed the whole household. All of his maids, all of his children... and finally his wife, right from next to him in the bed. Then they killed him in cold blood, and the last thing Ryker heard before his death was his wife screaming. Memories started to haunt him as he realized he was dead... but still there. He watched the men dispose of his body. Watched them burn down every building except the house. Watched them drag his wife and children out and feed them to the dogs. Watched as they claimed his cattle and territory. Ryker sat brooding for decades in that house. Finally he saw a for sale sign come up and... as he was following the salesman one morning.. he heard the old ranch house had been sold.

Other: None

Name: Xander Rodriguez Shotz

Nicknames: X, Rod, Shotz

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Height: 6'2

Weight: 192 lbs

Appearance: Xander is a tall, well-muscled guy with a cocky grin and an ever-present twinkle in his dark green eyes. He has jet black hair with a little scruff on his jaw and upper lip- just enough to notice. He has a white, flashing smile that practically says *I'm the king of this world, go get your own*. He is usually wearing jeans of some sort, though always bootcut. Cargo/Army pants at times, usually black. Xander likes wearing a black t-shirt under a dark blue or dark green flannel long-sleeve. He has a swagger in every step he takes and a bunch of lean yet strong muscle to go along with it. A scar on his right cheek is the only thing that marrs his perfectly sculpted, handsome look. Xander has many scars elsewhere, but the biggest ones are on his back.

Personality: Xander has always had a swagger to him, that says to everyone he is the top of the world. He is prideful and arrogant, sometimes acting rather cruel- but on the inside Xander is sweet, funny, and kind. He just has a lot of walls up. He loves to joke, tease, and insult people, and runs a victorious mafia in that way. Xander will stop at nothing to get revenge, and tends to get into heated arguments quickly. He will fight as long as it takes to make them get up, and has definite anger issues.

Other: N/A

Full Name: Xander Rodriguez Shotz

Nickname: X, Rod, Shotz

Birthdate: August 22nd

Physical Appearance-

Age: 23

How Old Does He Appear: 21-23

Weight: 192 lbs

Height: 6'2

Body Build: Lean, Muscular

Eye Color: Dark Green

Glasses or Contacts: None

Distinguishing Marks: A 4 inch scar across his right cheek

Predominant Feature(s): Smile, Twinkling eyes

Hair Color: Jet black

Type of Hair: Medium length, slightly wavy, small amount of scruff around jaw and upper lip

Hairstyle: Nothing fancy, small sideswept bangs

Voice: Deep, attractive, southern accent

Overall Attractiveness: Extreme

Physical Diabilities: Scar tissue in his right shoulder, causing it less movement and stabbing pain at times

Usual Fashion of Dressing: Jeans or Cargo/Army pants, t-shirts with flannel long-sleeve shirts

Favorite Outfit: Black Cargo pants with black cargo boots, a black t-shirt and a dark green long-sleeve flannel shirt

Jewlery or Accessories: A thin chain made of silver links

Personality-

Good Personality Traits: Cunning, Funny, Caring for some, soft on the inside

Bad Personality Traits: Gets angry easily, tends to bring walls up and not let them down

Mood Character is in Most Often: Joking and Prideful

Sense of Humor: Amazing

Greatest Joy in Life: His dog, Rex

Greatest Fear: Finally starting to care about somebody and having them ripped away

Why?: He never lets anybody get anywhere near him, so he is afraid that when he does he'll get hurt

Most At Ease When: Deer hunting

Soft Spot: Animals, Woman or Children that are getting bullied by a man... and someone saying they actually care about him

Is This Soft Spot Visible to Others: The first two can be, the last one is not at all

Greatest Strength: Making people laugh

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Letting someone in then getting torn down or hurt

Past-

Hometown: Austin, Texas

Present-

Current Location: (Whatever city/country we decide)

Currently Living With: His dog

Pets: His dog names Rex, a giant 219 pound St Bernard/Newfoundland

Religion: N/A

Finances: Wealthy

Family-

Mother: Shiloh Leah Shotz (Deceased, 25)

Relationship With Her: He barely knew her, but she was a kind and loving mother

Father: Jones Smith Shotz

Relationship With Him: Terrible. Jones was a drug addict and an alcohol addict- he spent all the money he earned on terrible things and came home drunk, leaving young Xander at the house all alone all day. When he did come home, he would beat Xander if X got anything wrong (hence the whipmarks on X's back)

Siblings: Quinn Rose Shotz (Deceased, 2)

Relationship With Her: He loved his little sis and did his best to take care of her, but she finally died of starvation

Spouse: Nada

Relationship With Her: Nonexistant

Children: None

Relationship With Them: Also nonexistant

Other Important Family Members: All deceased

Habits-

Hobbies: Hunting, fishing, swimming, hiking

Plays A Musical Instrument?: Guitar

Plays A Sport?: Played football when he was supposed to be in high school, dropped out quickly after

How He Would Spend A Rainy Day: Sleeping, hiking, hunting

Spending Habits: For him, rarely anything

Smokes: No

Drinks: Sometimes

Other Drugs: Never

Traits-

Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Daredevil to the bone

Logical or Emotional?: Logical

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: Neat

Prefers Working or Relaxing: Depends on what you call relaxing. He would rather go swimming or hunting than work

Confident or Unsure?: Confident

Animal Lover: Definitely

Name: Griffin Aslan Reacher

Nicknames: Griff, Aslan, Reacher (He is called Reacher by everyone except for his friends)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Height: 6'6

Weight: 232 lbs

Appearance: Reacher is a ginormous guy with broad shoulders, a broad chest, and looks that could kill. He has dark brown, almost black hair that moves down to sharp black eyes that always seem to be boring into you. Having the best poker expression ever, Reacher is almost never smiling nor frowning. He has scruff on his jawline and upper lip from time in prison. With a square jaw finishing the whole face off. Usually wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt to minimize what flaps around when he fights, always in dark shades of brown, grey, or black. Dark brown or black cargo pants and black army boots finish the whole deal off.

Personality: Reacher is always silent, never speaking unless he has to. He observes and makes conclusions. When spoken to he takes a while to answer, always thinking about his words, and is looked upon as slow and stupid by most. When seen in action he is terrifying, however. He is very cunning, he just doesn't like to show it. He goes along with what he is told to do, but you can always tell he is planning something.

Affiliations: None. All dead. Single child.

Background: Reacher was in the Army when he was younger, advancing to the rank of Major quickly. However, he was given his own Special Investigators unit with a team he trusted with his life. He went against direct orders to stand down with his team and brought a huge drug operation down, but was benched because of it. The Army later honerably discharged him. In service he got a purple heart, and many of the medals. After retirement he wandered around, not doing much of anything. He didn't own a house, or a car, or a phone. He was never on social media. According to the internet he didn't exist. His only belongings were the clothes on his back and a toothbrush he carried in his pocket, along with some cash. When he showed up in a little town in Tenessee, there had just been a murder, and he was the top suspect. He was arrested and put in prison, having been framed.. he didn't actually do it, but to everyone, it looked like he did. He had motive, opportuinity.. everything.

Other: Favorite color is very dark green.