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Name: Alexander "Lex" Luthor
Character Origin: DC Comics
Powers: Elevated immune system; having been exposed to green Kryptonite at the age of nine the increased white blood-cell count prevented Lex from common and even some very severe ailments. Also because of this metahuman phenomenon, he is able to sustain serious and even some fatal injuries only to recover immaculately and at an increased rate. While he's no Batman, Lex Luthor can certainly hold his own in hand-to-hand combat. He is formidable in some martial arts, swordplay, boxing, and, of course, his weapon of choice, wielding a gun. Perhaps Lex's greatest asset is his intelligence. For virtually his entire publication history, he has been depicted as a genius mastering seemingly every known form of science, including space travel, extra-dimensional travel, biochemistry, robotics, computers, synthetic polymers, communications, mutations, transportation, holography, energy generation, spectral analysis, medical science, and more. With the exception of the renegade Coluan scientist Brainiac, he does not view any other being as an intellectual peer. Egotist. He's exceedingly resourceful and strategic, acquiring people, places, and things when he needs them or needs to be rid of them, one.
Weaknesses: Arrogance; his ego typically blinds him to the strength of others, Lex being absolutely convinced that he is completely infallible. Luthor begrudgingly restrains himself to the legal system in order to gain the cooperation of the masses often having to restrict himself to lawful means. There's also that nasty little quirk of his; an inability to play well with others. This includes partnerships with other companies, often times he will want to monopolize any to all projects associated with corporate affiliations. This also applies to Lex's inability to form an alliance with just about anyone. His paranoia, skepticism, and vastly excessive self-regard cannot (and likely will not) support a healthy communion. While Lex's greatest asset is his intelligence, it is also his greatest folly. Lex is severely unstable. This instability most often is the fault to his downfalls.
Age: Varies depending upon the verse, AU, era in time, etc.
Location: Varies depending upon verse, AU, era in time, etc. Smallville for the life of a young, upstart Plant Manager; Metropolis for an overzealous CEO of LexCorp; Washington D.C. for the President of the United States.
Occupation: Varies depending upon verse, AU, era in time, etc. Look above.
Family: Father; Lionel Luthor, Mother; Lillian Luthor (deceased); Siblings; this may vary to unreasonable extents... Jesus, Smallville, wtf. Children, Lena Luthor, though this may not apply in most verses.
Interests/Hobbies: Curing diseases and rather than selling the entirety of the cure, he chooses to release them in installments. Flaunting his monetary prowess. Cultural immersion has always been a Luthor delight. Science, knowledge, and power are perhaps his most captivated interests. Lex leads a very comfortable life and he's content to keep it that way.
Favourite food: His eclectic culinary tastes truly have no preference.
Needed accomplishment: A world fashioned to his design - without capes, cowls, and chaos.
Other: Lex Luthor is a rather versatile character with multiple origins and in the attempt to do Luthor justice, I'm going to address the muse where I am most familiar. While Smallville has lost my interest for the most part, I can attempt to follow suit in the interaction, nevertheless. I'm more privy to the comic variations, crossovers and AUs. AUs thus being my favorite. He has no official ongoing plot at this time.
Availability: Evenings; US Central Standard Time. Sometimes unreliable.
Backtagging: This comes with patience on your part! My apologies in advance.
Threadhopping: This'll be interesting. Please do.
Fourthwalling: Wanna see Lex pissed off to no end? I do. Do it!
Offensive subjects: Have at it like no tomorrow.
Hugging this character: He gets so few of these. Perhaps it would be in one's best interest to give Lex a hug.
Kissing this character: It starts with a kiss, but this may lead to other more immodest activities...
Flirting with this character: He is generally open for flirtations and gallivanting, but he may not always oblige.
Romantic interest toward this character: Lex is a master at manipulating and playing games. Relationships have always ended poorly with him, but that is not to say that there isn't that one out there - somewhere - to change all that. Open to any and all possibilities, really.
Fighting with this character: Lex likes to rumble just like the next guy, but he certainly won't play fair. And if the advantage is not in his favor, he will not hesitate to pull out all the stops. He has no qualms removing anyone from the picture if that is what it takes. Some exceptions, of course, can and likely will apply.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): His only metahuman saving grace prevents serious injuries from becoming fatal. Bashing him around, knocking him about, hell, shooting him won't end him entirely lest, of course, for certain, obvious vital areas. Have fun with this one, kids. Joker certainly did.
Killing this character: Please ask before offing Lex, because if not, he'll find a way to come back and kick your arse. Resourceful bastard.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Lex is not fond of most metahumans. Generally speaking, he would rather keep himself grounded with the powerless who rely upon him for everything. To have someone invade his mind will come with great repercussions. The guy is batshit crazy. He absolutely detests the sheer possibility of mental incursion, though he has no power (be it a practiced discipline or meta) to protect himself from this. You have been warned. Sneak peaks may go unnoticed, of course.
Revealing that character's future or intended fate: Eager to get in on this kind of information, Lex will be ready to hear his prophecies. So spill the beans at your leisure. He'll be right there with rapt attention; taking notes even.
Warnings: Lex Luthor is fucking nuts. He's both good and evil - instability personified. Just be ready.
Why does she cry so much?
Watch it Cinderella, Prince Charming's insatiable.
I'd like to see him fall... - [Double!Verse]
I can see the end now...
Two can play at this game...
The morning after... Oh what fun.
-sits alone playing Moonlight Sonata somberly-
Christ.. How long was I out?
Let's see what my friend says...
Is it really that late already?
Gossip mongers need to be shot.
-reminiscent- Hello, Darkness, my old friend...
The dreams in which I'm dying...
Wait, what did I just drink?
Nothing settles the spirit
He condemns humanity. I favor it. - [Double!Verse]
...without a care in the world.
..Anyone else find child heroes
Oh? For Me? You shouldn't have...
Tonight Luthorcorp represents an entirely different ballgame however. A hotel renowned for its luxury and prestige remains partially vacant for the next few days. It is Saturday, close to evening and the air is warm; tainted with a hint of apprehension. The reserved emptiness of the Metropolis Alexandria Hotel wasn’t because of a faltering economy. Instead it was bustling with a different sort of activity. Employees were addressed firmly by their supervisors upon receiving a special guest, and likely briefed on manners and other matters of conduct. It wasn’t often that one of the Luthors themselves went out of their way to warn the staff of expectations, but the occasion warranted a subtle threat.
It was Easter and Lex Luthor nearly had forgotten about the holiday. His mind was preoccupied with other things, a recent experiment being one of them. The day had darkened quickly and he hardly met face-to-face with the light of the sun. Locked away in his personal laboratory, Lex had been regarding a small fragment of a black meteor rock. With a sigh he pulled back, forcing the goggles to his forehead as he studied the shard in the poor lighting. Briefly he wondered which premise to follow next when a glance at the clock had reminded him of where he was supposed to be. A simple curse was enough to tide him over until he exited the lab and met with the harsh florescent lights for the first time in hours. Clipboards, carriers demanding electronic signatures, and a few inquiring others were brushed aside as he moved through corridors with look of determination. He’d found something that would likely be interesting to his guest—to his guest that which he’d nearly forgotten about in the passage of time.
No time to change, he had to meet her as he was; lab coat and all. But the goggles had to go. Shucking them along the console of his Ferrari, Lex was at the wheel and setting the asphalt ablaze in a matter of seconds.
Angelica Jones, secretly and formerly known as Firestar in the prime of her Avengers years was the expected celebrity guest. Upon her arrival, she would be showered—but not overly so—with accommodations and offerings until eventually she was given her capacious suite on the vacant floor closest to the roof of a relatively tall building. At the drop of a hat her every whim would be the life fulfillment of those around her and the room, sizable to say the least, was modern in its décor with a splash of historical ambiance and luxurious at most. Before she was able to really situate however, a soft rapping could be heard at the door, definite and perhaps a bit anxious...
You Color Your Life With Subtle Coolness
You are a full of grace and peace. You don't let yourself get worked up.
You tend to be a bit reserved. You only speak when you really have something to say.
You aspire to a lot in life, and you're quietly working on your plan to take over the world.
You are elegant and a bit of a snob. You can't help it... you like expensive things!
I think I'm more of a Purple. ..Taking over the world, huh?
When was the last time you broke down and cried? I can’t even remember, nor do I want to.
Is there anyone you would like to fix things with? Too many to count…
Choose: Bonfire on a beach or clubbing in the city: At one point and time I would have gone with the clubbing in the city, but times have changed and I prefer neither now.
Is there anything you would like right now? To save myself from work and boredom.
Do you tell people the truth even if it will hurt them? I do what I feel is necessary at the time.
Would you say you're an understanding person? Uncannily so.
Do you feel that your life has been unfair to you? I have been taught not to complain.
Who was the last person to hurt you? That is for me to know…
( Idle thoughts make for idle hands...Collapse )
Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as you're __% innocent.
02. Drank alcohol
03. Cried when someone died.
04. Been drunk.
05. Had sex.
06. Been to a concert.
07. Gotten/given a hand job.
08. Been verbally/sexually harassed.
09. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.
11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose .
13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
15. Been to prom.
16. Cried at school.
17. Gotten lost in a Wal-Mart or a department store.
18. Went streaking.
19. Given or received a lap dance.
20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 85%
( And all that follows...Collapse )
Slipping the keys into his pocket he stood against the frame of his vehicle gazing unreceptively at the monstrosity that was Star City—a place yet to encounter the full-scale sway of the Luthor influence. A sigh escaped him much like the fleeting thoughts of a conceivably good deed. With the way things have been in their last few meetings, Lex had half a mind to leave well enough alone, but he figured somewhere in that obstinate mind of Queen’s, there would be some sort of vague sense of appreciation. Yet inwardly he knew he was being far too positive on the matter.
Pushing off from his lean, Luthor started toward the technological hub he could rightfully deem as Queen Industries; the bane of his own personal endeavors. It wouldn’t take too terribly much cunning on Lex’s part to make it to the upper floors. A simple toss of his name perhaps, or a stating of business would be more than enough to gain entry.
Once he was clearly a pain in security’s ass, Lex became a little more adamant about his destination, eventually wandering casually into Queen’s office as if it were his own.
"Happy Birthday, Oliver," he stated with a nearly malignant smile. "Come, let us cavort like the Greeks of old."
[Hah hah... Serves you right, you ass.]
He hadn’t adjusted yet to his environment—he’d only just began, but Lex was well on his way toward a blissful union of mindful disregard and an entire lack of inhibition. He’d meet with the usual crowd tonight, a group of equally uncertain well-to-dos who also suffered from the same brand of circumstances as Lex himself did. Too much spare time, far too much money, and a complete lack of parental concern save for when the media gets their heyday when the wealthy youngsters pull some fastidious act or a tantrum against their own. It wasn’t his intention to be so selective with his friends, but it had been inherently drilled to avoid the ‘dregs’ of society at all costs.
Lex placed himself easily in the masses; despots heir. A fine, upstart young business associate of his father’s who considered himself to be far more capable in worldly dealings than his own self-important supervisor, but such was the penalty of youth.
A well placed napkin sat before the youngest Luthor at a table where friends among him waited intently. A smile cordially played on his lips as he took a filled glass and drained it quickly of its contents before slamming it down atop the napkin. In most cases, heads would turn at such an outburst, but the movement of life continued undeterred. The napkin was then opened, peeled and taken to Lex’s lips where a powdery substance made its way into his mouth. The small rally beside him had already taken their fill, now simply enjoying one another’s company, passing drinks and haughty stares around the room.
His mind would be taken soon. Taken from all the things he hated most about life. The living up to his father’s standards, the menial paperwork, the daily condescending exchanges of verbal articulation that waged on between the two Luthors in an unending war of right, wrong, and the aimless in between. Lionel Luthor would once again lose his son to the effects of a tarnished youth yet to be tamed in the aspects of commerce.
Unlike his little group of cohorts, Lex had been tainted to astronomical degrees. Several years ago, a meteor shower rained down in a small town rightfully deemed as Smallville and sapped Lex of more than just his hair, but his ailing youth as well and, fortunately for him, his ability to survive through a hangover was surprisingly exceptional. So while the serotonin slowly melted away the once great minds of the future generation, Lex Luthor could reap the benefits of delectably wondrous high without the consequence of a deprived intelligence.
The night would progress into a euphoria of absolute ecstasy. Lex would be able to savor the night life of Metropolis without a care in the world.
[OOC: Lex's wild youth. Yes, I touched on that subject...]
A lot of good that warning did me, he snuffed ruefully rubbing at his head. The other half made off with her the very same night he’d gone to warn her about him. Such was a Lang, he supposed, but he hadn’t really the time to consider that now.
Alexander rummaged through the contents on his lab table. Beakers toppled and papers scuffled as he waited impatiently for Luthorcorp to organize themselves enough to set him free of his own lab. Under normal circumstances, Lionel Luthor would have a few choice words for such obvious carelessness, but Alexander wasn’t about to set about and wait for something like that to happen.
Instead, he went for the cellphone that had been left unhindered in his lab coat pocket. He was not about to lose to himself.
[RP continued and set up from SWS entry. RP in progress here. ]