Name: Lee Age: 21 Gender: Male Contact: PM works for me.
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The Basics
Name: Sir Antony Roman Piers, Mendecant Superior Nicknames (Alias/AKAs): Tony Percelli, Antony Piers, Uncle Antony Age: 47 Gender: Male Family: None remaining, save for two ladies that he treats as his own children, Raelin Lorcan and Danae Walker
Kind: MSI Personnel / Good
Appearance
Face Claim: Gordon "Sting" Sumner Description:Reaching a height of just over six foot, he is muscular, yet thin and of average weight class, his long legs and arms making him appear even taller than he really is. His upper arms and chest are well defined from the grueling hours of training that he has put himself through, as well as the constant practice of martial arts. He knows that he has to take care of himself, and his body shows it.
He has a round head with a pointed chin and a long, thin nose that hints at the common similarity of aristocracy. His thin lips are often in a closed smile, but occasionally, a grin that shows off a sparkle of white teeth can be seen. His cheeks are prominent, but not overly so, and his jaw is strong, square, rounding out his face. Antony's pale skin rarely holds a tan, but from time to time, he can be seen with a slight bronze glow as a result from prolonged exposure to the sun. He's passed the age of problematic skin, leaving him with a moderately clear complexion, save for the slight stubble that appears on his chin.
His light green eyes dance with amusement and some hidden secret, their rounded oval shape enhanced by the naturally arched brows, often raised in a look of sheer sarcasm and irony. The hair atop is head is a yellow blonde that he often wears spiked. From time to time, he just lets the longer locks hang down over his forehead, or even hides it all beneath a stylish black, narrowly brimmed hat that he's had for as long as he can remember.
Antony dresses the part of a higher official, always fitted expertly with creased slacks and button down shirts. Always tucked in, he completes the outfit with a polished belt and his trusty black boots, also highly polished to a shine. When he is needed in the field, he opts for more tactical clothes, often wearing dark colors, namely black, and form fitted suits that allow him to move and react the easiest.
Antony has no other body modifications, save for a few scars that he's acquired from some scuffle in the street or on a mission. He learned that all things can prove to be dangerous, and his body is a testament to that, the inhumanity of mortals and the relentless anger of things from the other realms of the world... Thus the reason for the jagged scar along his forearm; possessed humans are quite the force to be reckoned with, he realized too late.
Together, he makes up an intimidating, yet noble figure, and can certainly play the part well.
Personality
Likes:
Research, Danae Walker, Raelin Lorcan, Marcus Trellan, the DreamWalker Alliance, His Mission, MSI, Long walks late at night, A good, heavy debate, Earl Grey Tea, Dark colors, His Armalite handgun, The Piers Legacy
Dislikes
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The Darkness, Morpheo, Chattering Mendecants, Unsound Arguments, Reckless Behavior, Drake's Affection for Raelin, Loud Music, Visiting Dementia, Losing his hold on a case, His Secret...
Personality:Distinguished Gentleman: You've got the poster child for it. Antony Piers comes from a long line of English gentlemen, and it shows in his every move. His words are precise, and the tone subtle. His smile is charming, his eyes sparkling with an old world charm. He does not wear his heart on his sleeve, and his emotions are never blatantly conveyed, but in his words and mannerisms, one who knows Antony well can tell just what sort of mood is falling upon him in that moment.
Loyalty and propriety are two things that the Mendecant Superior holds in high regard, in conjunction with his position as head of MSI. He is a devoted mentor to all those that he chooses to join the ranks of MSI and never turns his back on them.
Antony is quiet, contemplative, and also considering quite brooding by those outsiders looking into his clerical chambers. Another side, not so often displayed, is the charm inspired by certain members of the female persuasion. Never settling down and believing that he has just short of forever to live, Antony lives for romance, but not for permanence. His profession would most certainly hinder a final pairing, and so, he is left with the singular nights of freedom and the hopes that someday, an heir will come from this.
Extras
History:Born in England, years before the grand destruction that become Nebula, Antony was raised within the halls of MSI and grew into the leader they all knew he would become. For years, he functioned as the Mendecant Minor, working under his father and grandfather, while leading missions in the field in the hunt for the Dark Forces of the world.
He would hunt for those to improve the credibility of MSI, and countless times, he brought in an asset that would never be forgotten. One of those was a vampire, Marcus Trellan, that became an investigator and grew into the very walls of MSI, so dedicated, just as Antony had suspected he would be.
As those before him passed on, Antony settled more securely into his position as the leader of MSI, doing just as he did before. Leading with a firm hold on all happenings within the marble halls, nothing escaped Antony's attention and no need went unattended to. Somehow, amid the chaos, he found the time to unwind, but doing so caused a great scandal that, should it be revealed, would mean a drastic change for them all. He kept it secret, and hid it within his soul, even as he watched the fruits of that chance encounter grow and change before his very eyes.
He scoured the world, or what was left of it, for those that would benefit the ranks of the agency, all the while molding his two apprentices, Danae and Raelin, into leaders of MSI. While one, Danae, covered the literary aspects of the life, becoming head Resourcer, Raelin held reign over the opposite end of the spectrum, she and her partner functioning as Lead Investigators.
But the times, they were changing, even more certainly so. A new case was brought forth, that locked away in the vault years ago, of an ancient being that was the beginning of the world's destruction. DreamWalker. A misunderstanding, and a ploy for the Darkness to rise, this case nearly cost Antony his best investigator, Raelin, who was the lover of the DreamWalker, Drake Morpheus, for years. Antony soon realized the error of his decision, and pleaded with her to return...and agreed to an alliance with the head of DreamWalkers United, none other than Drake Morpheus, the one who he had prayed would never see the light of day again.
Again, it was Antony's error. Drake was not his creator, Morpheo, but the second son with a saving grace and light in his heart. Accepting this, as the Darkness crept in from all corners of Nebula, Antony formed an alliance, with not only the DreamWalkers United, but with their comrades the Avatars of the Elements. Strength in numbers, he had said, and so it had been.
Now, Antony lives with the secret that lies in the past of one of his favored Mendecants, the little resourcer with the heart of a lion, but the soul of a dove, and with the tension of an alliance that drove two lovers, an investigator and a DreamWalker, apart.
Someday, he knows that all will be laid bare, but for now, he acts as a father-figure to the orphaned Raelin, the seemingly orphaned Danae Walker, his daughter in more ways than mere fondness, a mentor to all, and a savior to the world that hardly knows he exists.
Sample Post:"No, Maria, that will be all," he said quietly, his forehead furrowed in deep concentration as a resourcer, with no more capabilities than a secretary, set before him a steaming cup of tea with a slice of lemon wedged securely onto the side of the china cup.
Before him lay the file that had changed his life. Case 203: DreamWalker. Now, it was merely another sliver of paperwork within a new file. Alliance: DWU & MSI. Still, as he looked at the font, glaring so darkly up at him,he could hardly believe it was true. All these years, he had searched the world for DreamWalkers, to punish them for the havoc they had caused...It was a shock to his system, and a surprise to all Mendecants when they learned that the remaining DreamWalkers, as a whole, did not seek to destroy the world, but to save it, all holding a common purpose with MSI while granting wishes that would better the society in which they now dwelled.
Sighing, Antony tossed the file onto the table and leaned back in his chair. Linking his hands behind his head, he closed his eyes and sighed. With each passing day, it seemed that while the forces of good were gaining the upper hand, the tension within the walls of MSI was growing exponentially. He watched Raelin, as the two leaders of the DreamWalkers and the Avatars, Drake Morpheus and Alika Moreaux, walked hand in hand down the marbled halls. She would say nothing, but those dark eyes would blaze with shadows as she stalked away, steps echoing harshly against the polished floor. And then there was his other charge, Danae Walker, who had her eye on a certain investigator, and he could see, dancing behind those green eyes, a dream of an impossible union. No, his child...his charge, she could not fall for a mortal, but had to be wooed by the ancient charm and grace of the vampire, Marcus Trellan.
Another burden weighed heavily on him, one of a past mistake and the consequences it would bring, but just as his mind began to let that labyrinth unfold, a knock fell upon his door and he sighed.
"Coming," he called, with no need to ask the purpose. Another meeting for the betterment of the world. Drake and Alika were waiting, along with their entourages of sensationalized beings, and his Mendecants with them.
First secret line? Lying next to you, in silent lucidity... And the last rule? Master of illusion, can you realize...