[color=#000000]For the first time he felt a little nervous not that he was scared or anything of the like but it was the fact this was the first faction he decided to join that his past didn’t influence him to do so. The Order he was born into, not much choice. Phantoms was forced and the Bretonians were a way for redemption but the Reapers, he knew so little about past what a man called Lohingren who in a very short time told him the basics of what they did. Intrigued he signed up leaving the Armed forces behind. Probably not the best ideas but he had always been one right in the middle of it to learn about it. He was placed in the Skull Squadron at first which seemed to hold the most bulk, however after a few days he requested to be a part of the Fallen Angel Squadron. The first Reaper he met was one with the code name Nemisis, Beautiful and had entrancing silvery eyes. She wore a dress in the bar when he first saw her and took her for a civilian and at least a high society one when he first looks at her. She had walked to him took his helmet off and just looked at him which stroke him as odd. Not every day someone walks up to an armored man but as she turned away back to her seat he saw an Insignia of the Reapers of Sirius. The topic had gotten onto the Tattoo and eventually they had gone somewhere private where he took his armor off to show her his however she never asked about them. Mostly it was just idle talking after that while they had a drink; he gave her a name having heard her say she was never given one. ‘Stella Pulvis.’ Meaning ‘The dust of the star.’ They drank vodka for a while but she seemed to get drunk really fast and her judgment impaired as she slashed what was in her glass on the floor as she tried to drink from it upside down. He took her to her own bed right after that and laid her down after having gotten her to drink a large glass of water so she’d not have a hangover, she had complained a little about him going to leave so in the end he stayed, cleaning up the mess and crashed on the couch. His first day was done and dusted as he lay there awake and thought about his decision to join the reapers.
[color=#000000]How does one define having a bad day, for most it’s when everything goes wrong and makes things harder for one’s life. Or when they have someone die that they know and even some it’s just when they wake up and they have the inking suspicion that it will be a bad day but for the first time Dirus had a bad day since a long time, He likes being degraded pushed around and tested but for him these days of physical work he loves it just making it by and giving him a little adrenaline and ego boost in ways. But today was a different story. It had started out alright and all, went to Alpha had a fight came back with just the skin on the bones, fought some bounty hunters and talked to a Coalition. However this was all soon to change when in mid drift some of his controls got knocked in a sharp turn and dislodged a protective covering and didn’t have time to replace it and on the second slide at the same way he hit /THE/ button, alarms went off and his pod launched out of his ship throwing him into space as his ship spiraled and blew up taking the hunters with it. He sat there scowling at the ruins of his Sabre Venator as its metal clunks went everywhere. “Typical.” Was all he had to describe the annoyance at the sudden self destruction of his Sabre. The pod drifted to the Freeport where he sat for a good hour still scowling at the memory and at the view port of the pod.
People will believe that he named himself it because of what it's believed to signify, Satan and all manner of things that is linked to bad charaistics but the truth is that Lucifer doesn't appear to be the /Devil/ he was made out to be and there for he was miss-understood. He was the first angel to fall from heaven with his sin being Pride but he however didn't become the creature known as Satan. Lucifer was the head Arch Angel of heaven his name translating into "Light Giver" "Light Bearer" "Brightest Star" "The Morning star." This hardly would fit with Dangen in some ways. At times he may offer hope but one way or another its either his enemies crush it or him, himself that does so. He called himself this due to the irony in things. His character to most is the sadistic and cold hearted charaistic of having been a Phantom for a time, his friends that he once hand turned on him and left him alone in the dark where he made his own light. He may be viewed as a vial person and demon but really he was the opposite, not as far as being an Angel but he was a guardian who would and has done anything to keep the ones worth guarding alive and safe.
There are a lot of things that no one understands of Christopher Dangen, Dirus Taine or Lucifer Morningstar and sadly it's his personality, mostly people have a public surface to them and then their true selves, however for him he has many sides to his personality and his quality's are more like a wolf than anything else. Calm, gentle and kind, a gentleman on one side and on the other he is relentless, savage and merciless. On the other doing whatever it takes to get what he needs. Each side has their own principles and there for he is a person with a changing personality, everything effects him deep down and he is never not phased but everything around him, he's just learned how to deal with it in a manageable way.
[color=#ffcc00]He will make his name as Lucifer Morningstar
[color=#000000]"Cayman.Red and orange, holding the look of the essence of hell fire. The bases were unlike anything I had ever seen before and fascinated me. Getting use to my surroundings... the planet is nice. but this is not why I write in here... I missed home and so... i made my way back, only to find the path had changed, new space, I continued one searching for the anomaly for another hole which I found, Zeta..... Mu... Ninty two... Minor... My home, the snow planet, as much of a forzen hell of it was, now its the literal embodiment of it, lava.. and Isis looking towards the planet as if it could only look in horror at what it failed to defend, I could only stare and feel detached from everything as something sunk deep inside me... My childhood wasn't the best, far from it but to see that place like that.. tightened something inside me." Nearly an hour passes before he continues the entry. "I once took a ship with me when I first left my home, the Anubis one of prototype ships that was constructed around the time of the Isis, Cloaking and a jump drive device were on and were being worked on the ship back then, they remain untested as much as we tried, they would not work until the final days of her time as the Order. I had it fully automated by then and turned into a fortress. I used these installments to evict the crew, The AI's, I had more then one for this vessel. they helped do everything in the first few months as the ship got away and slipped into the shadows, we start on manufacturing androids that were controlled securely and put in back up plans and even back up plans for them concerning everything. Now this empty ship is my home the only true home I have left, and in the honour of my true home.. and my place of birth Braga... Toledo. No long the Anubis but now I call it the Toledo."