ATHERTON, Reese Lucas

[reese]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] REESE LUCAS ATHERTON ------------------------------------------------- NICKNAMES --- AGE Real age is 137, looks about 24 GENDER Male SPECIES Fallen Angel ALLIANCE Neutral. SEXUALITY Heterosexual PLAY-BY Jeremy Sumpter YOUR ALIAS Leto ------------------------------------------------- Personality Lucas had never been very angelic. In fact, he acted a lot like Mark Twain's fictional character 'Tom Sawyer'. Some might even say he was the inspiration behind the novel. Lucas's life was never complete without a bit of flair. He was a prankster and was always more concerned about finding out what happened after then the actual consequences of something. He grew up in the south where slavery was just an everyday thing but Lucas had never been one to separate the lines. Growing up, Lucas's only friends where the slave children his parents owned, much to his parents disappointment. They tried to raise him proper with little outfits and dragging him from party to party but he always found a way to ruin something just for the fun of it. Even with his antics, he was well liked around town, by adults and children. Although he was his parents nightmare, around town he was the sweet little boy who always offered to help with something. He was always willing to run an errand for someone or simply sit and talk and hear stories from the elders in town. He was even well liked within the slave community. He treated them all with respect and as an equal and would often times stand up for a slave against their master which usually followed with a hefty punishment when he returned home. Lucas had always been a smart kid. The school house was a small one room school with only a few students but he was the top of the class. He knew all the states and their capitals and was already reading at a level higher than the rest of the kids. He was always wanting to learn something new, constantly asking questions of his teacher, whether it pertained to the current subject or not. Everything was looking up for Lucas until he began to grow an interest in Jesse James. It was this point in Lucas's life where everything changed. Jesse James became his idol and before he knew it, he had left home at eighteen and headed out on his own to follow in his idol's footsteps. even though Jesse and his gang were stopped, Lucas wasn't. He went from town to town, stealing whatever he set his heart on; even if that meant stealing hearts. It was only after he had moved out of his parents estate did he realize the effect he had on women. With his witty ways, he could get them laughing as easy as he could get them in bed. Perhaps it was a woman that eventually got him stopped or perhaps it was his confidence that made him screw up but by the age of 24, Lucas was eventually caught stealing from a bank that was owned by the father of a young woman he had bedded only the night before. For his crimes, Lucas was hung by the neck till dead. In heaven, Lucas watched the world progress without him. Wild and free at heart, he wasn't content on being dead and because of his human past, he didn't qualify as a guardian angel. So Lucas came up with a plan that quickly got him kicked out of heaven, his wings being ripped from his back as he fell. But he could care less. He was alive again and there was solid ground beneath his feet. But more than a century had passed and everything he knew had changed. The first thing he did was change his name from Lucas to Reese and quickly hit the library, brushing up on some history. He still holds his southern accent and he still has a unique charisma that women seem to admire but everything else about him seemed to have changed. His days of robbing were over and he played less and less pranks. More or less, he tended to keep himself out of trouble and simply enjoy his "second chance", if you could it that. He no longer cared that he could never return to heaven and he had no mind to visit Hell. He was content right where he was, even if he watched the world spin past him into eternity. Appearance Reese looks like your average county boy with the sexy southern drawl. His body is well toned and his skin tans to a perfect bronze every summer. On top of that, he's got bright sea green eyes and curly brown hair. Most days he sports a five o'clock shadow that fits perfect on his chiseled jaw. In 1876, he had been a rich man's son destined for a soft life as a politician but grew up with his slave friends and ended up with a hard life of physical labor, giving him his roughneck appearance. With his shirt on, he looks like any other guy but take his shirt off, you'll see the horrid scars along his back where his wings used to be. Of course, you can only see his scars if he allows you to. As much as he hates the scars, he doesn't hate he losing his wings just to be back on the world. When he first came back to earth, he divulged into all the new pleasures of life, including a tattoo of O.J beneath his right arm. He's never said what it meant but it could very well be a woman from his past. He also got a tattoo along his left side that says, "To Die would be a big adventure" which he states epitomizes his life. History BIRTH Congratulations, Mrs. Atherton, it's a boy! It was the hottest day of the summer so far and all the windows in the bedroom of the Atherton estate were thrown open, white cotton curtains blowing softly in the cool breeze. But no amount of cool breeze could cool the sweet and heat pouring from the bed in the center of the room. A woman with long curly black hair, slicked back with sweat and tear filled blue eyes smiled as she held out her arms to receive her newborn. The babe was pink in the face and screaming, a tuft of brown curly hair lay in a fuzz on top of his head. As soon as the babe fit against her chest, it quieted, looking up at his mother with scrunched eyes and swollen cheeks. But the mother couldn't be happier. She leaned down and kissed her son. "Welcome to the world, Lucas." she whispered. The door of the room was opened by the mid-wife and the mother's husband strode in, brown hair in a disarray obvious of his worry and his green eyes were bright with happiness. "Rebecca, my darling! Are you alright?" He came to the side of the bed and lain a hand on her cheek, kissing her forehead tenderly. Rebecca smiled. "Yes, John, I'm fine. Meet your son, Lucas." John smiled down at his son. "A son..." he whispered as he gave the babe a finger to hold. The whole time, the newborn never took his eyes off his mother, a wonderful fascination had overcome him. "He looks just like you, John." Rebecca smiled, kissing her husband on the cheek. "And hopefully someday, he'll grow just as strong and smart as you." "With your wit and charm." John said. FIVE YEARS It was the sound of the hounds skidding and sliding on the slick floor of the foyer that drew Rebecca Atheron's attention downstairs as her five years son rode on the back of the largest hound, a tick hound named Percy. "Mary!" she cried to the slave that came running in after them, laughing as the small child giggled and screamed with happiness. The slave strained, curtsying to Rebecca. "'Beggin' your pardon, ma'am, but the child simply wouldn't take no for an answer." Rebecca came down the stairs just as Lucas slid from the back of the dog and hit the floor, still giggling. She scooped up her son and checked him over. "I told you to watch my son, not get him killed!" she said hotly. "I'm releasing you from your duties of watching Lucas today. Instead, clean up this mess!" The hounds had not only brought a ruckus into the estate but had also left muddy paw prints all the way down the foyer and out the back where you could hear them baying all the way down at the pond. The Slave girl curtsied again and went to get a bucket of water and a scrubber. Lucas held his hands up to his mother which were also covered in mud. "Look, Mama!" he squealed. "Perky (as the dog Percy was named to the child) and me were digging for worms!" Rebecca tsked in disgust and took her son upstairs for a bath. TEN YEARS "Won't your father switch you for this?" Asked Robert as Lucas and the slave boy shimmied up the last few branches of the large pine. Lucas frowned. "My father swats me for even looking towards the slave cabins." he said, bringing the eye glass to his eye to peer down into the town. Robert came to rest on the branch beside Lucas, panting. " 'Tis a real shame our friendship costs you so much." Lucas snorted as he looked away from his eye glass to look at Robert. "It only lasts a few minutes. Having fun with you lasts longer. I'd choose this any day." he brought the eyeglass back up to his eye and peered through it. There. He spotted them. The group of young girls was just leaving the general store, arms loaded with treats. "Bingo!" he cried. "And they're heading for the old North bridge! We can ambush them there!" Lucas handed the eye glass to Robert as he began to climb down the tree. "Yeah but not only are you going to be stealin' you stole your Father's eyeglass." Robert continued as he followed Lucas down the tree. "I think that would cause more of a beating then just hangin' out with me." Lucas dropped to the ground and brushed himself off, catching Robert as he fell from the tree and straightened him up. He shrugged. "My father can beat me as much as he likes. He won't be able to beat anything out of me! Now come on! Don't you want to wrap your mouth around one of those cherry suckers you aren't allowed to have?" Robert smiled and nodded, following Lucas down the forest path towards the old North bridge. EIGHTEEN YEARS The wagon was loaded and ready to go and the horses, rested for their long journey today, snorted and pawed the ground with anticipation. Lucas turned from the wagon to face his parents, his mother in tears and his father frowning. For the past year, Lucas had been berating his parents about leaving Little Fork and seeing the world, learning whatever he could. As they had grown up in this very town, they had expected him to do the same and his father's plans for him were being thrown away. But Lucas was wild and free at heart. He couldn't be chained down to one place. He wanted to be just like Jesse James, doing as he pleased where ever he went. He moved forward and pulled his mother into a hug. "It's not like you'll never see me again." he told her, kissing her on the cheek. "I'm still your boy. I'll visit you!" His mother choked back a sob and rubbed her eyes with her kerchief. Lucas moved to his father and held out his hand. John Atherton glared at his son and didn't offer his own hand. Lucas let it fall and swallowed. "Well, Pop, so long. Thanks for everything." John still continued to glare at his son without a word which seemed to only make Rebecca cry more. Feeling his presence was no longer welcome here, Lucas hopped up onto the seat of the wagon and grabbed the reins. He got the horses going and headed towards town, not bothering to even look back. Little did he know he'd never see them again. TWENTY-FOUR YEARS "Will I ever see you again?" The sweet purring voice came from the bed behind Lucas who turned around to see a naked woman frowning at him, her blonde hair falling about her breasts in waves. She was lounged sideways on the bed, her curves catching his eye, even more beautiful without clothes on. He leaned over the bed and kissed her, a kiss full of passion and lust. He pulled away with a smile. "I don't stay in a single place for very long sweetheart." he confessed, pulling his shirt up and over his head, leaving the laces untied to show off the glimmer of sweat on his toned chest. The woman pouted, bringing her long legs off the side of the bed as she sidled up to him, tugging on the band of his pants. "Come back to bed, lover. There's no reason to leave now! We were just starting to have fun!" she whined. With his clothes fully on, Lucas grinned at her. "Sorry, love. Maybe you'll meet me in another lifetime." And with that, he left the room. --- It wasn't supposed to end like this. This is the way it had ended for Jesse James. He and his gang had been caught much the same way he had except for one small exception, he hadn't been betrayed by a woman. The very same woman he had slept with the night before. Apparently, her Daddy owned the bank he had been robbing and she had overheard his plans and told her Father so the police where there waiting for him. Lucky him. Now here he stood, on a stool, with a thick horse hair rope tied around his neck, wrists bound together. Oh, if only his parents could see him now. His father would nod his head and say, 'I could have told you, boy, this was where'd you end up' and he could just see his mother sobbing into her kerchief like she had just lost her baby boy. It was a shame, really, to end his life so young. But what could he expect from the after life? Hell, he assumed. He'd bought a one way ticket the day he was born. As the preacher finished his words, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to feel sorry for himself. Maybe in the next life, he'd be careful. HEAVEN BOUND It was quicker then he had expected. The many times he had seen men hung for their crimes, they'd been kicking for awhile, their faces turning blue and their eyes bulging out of their heads. He never understood the spectacle, why so many people attended but he felt that he understood now. It was the fear and curiosity of death that drew people in. No one really knew what it was like to die at the end of a rope so they watched instead, a deep rooted curiosity that could be tracked back to the beginning of man. But who was he kidding, sitting her contemplating all means of man. He had to focus on the now and now was that he was in a place he'd never seen again, alive and breathing and yet, he felt no pain, no worry and this damned smile wouldn't leave his face. Not only that, but he had a pair of giant wings on his back. Now this wasn't right. He know, standing there beneath the rope, taking his last breath, that he was bound for Hell. All the things he had done in his life, all the SIns, and yet here he was, standing at a white picket fence that surrounded a small village with hundreds of bright colors and attractions. It was a utopia of the mind. Anything you could imagine to be your Eden, was here. Of course, his utopia appeared in the village he had grown up in. Just over the hill he could see his family estate and he was sure if he had his father's eyeglass, he'd see a version of his parents happy and waving to him. But he couldn't get through the gate. Every time he went to reach for the latch, he was drawn back by an invisible force. Was this Satan's eternal damnation? Was he to spend his whole life, outside this fence, wishing and wondering what could have been? "You haven't been forgiven your Sins yet." He spun around to face a small boy he remembered as a child, a small boy he had seen drown in the North bridge river and done nothing about. The boy smiled at Lucas as though he, himself, had forgiven him. "What do you mean?" he asked, startled by the boy's mere presence than anything else. "You did a lot of wicked things in your life, Lucas Atherton that can damn you to Hell but I have seen the good in you. You are a kind person with a soft soul. You don't belong in Hell. You belong here. But you must confess your Sins and seek forgiveness before entering." Everything rose up within Lucas at once, everything he had done as a child to a teenager to a young adult. It seemed to smother him like a black cloud, clogging his nose and mouth, causing him to gag. It was heavy and it stuck to him like a plague. But then he remembered the utopia beyond the gate, an Eden just for him. That was where he belonged. Not here, not in a world full of blackness and Sin. He silently begged his forgiveness, begged that everything be forgotten and abolished. He would start over, he swore. He would see right from wrong and understand his consequences. And just like that, the black smoke cleared, leaving him in the very spot he had been moments before except now, he was alone and the white gate was waiting patiently open, allowing him passage. He grinned. FALLING Was it wrong to admit he had grown bored of his utopia? Not that he couldn't change whatever he wanted to his liking, it was more the fact that he missed the real world. Everything felt like a dream here. If he wanted it, he got it. He missed the challenge of getting what he wanted, or not getting it. He missed talking with strangers. Of course, he had plenty of angels to talk to, Heaven was full of them, but they were all the same, happy and euphoric. He wanted to meet rude people, drunk people, stupid people. He missed the conversations and the fight or flight reflex; most of all, he missed the adrenaline! When he had come to heaven, there had been a set of rules and the one rule, was to never leave through your gate. The gate was what had brought you here and by leaving, you would leave Heaven, forever. He had heard of angels leaving, Fallen Angels, as the other Angels named them, and said they fell to Earth where they lived till eternity, no longer under the protection of Heaven but no longer allowed to die. It was a curse, a punishment, many said but Lucas saw potential. He wanted to go back to Earth. Who needed wings? Who needed Heaven's protection? He'd live out his days as an immortal anyway.. He could just imagine the things he would learn and see! The centuries that would go by! The people he'd meet! As the days past, the want to walk through the gate became stronger and stronger until it became too easy for him to open his gate and walk out. And just like, he was falling, a whooshing sensation that sucked the breath from his lungs, jolting a memory of being hung. He grabbed his throat, gasping for air. The wings on his back turned grey then black then burst into flame, searing his back with hot tongues. Unable to breath, he was unable to scream but the agony blackened his vision and the lack of air took away his consciousness. PRESENT DAY It took many years for the wounds on his back to heal and stop hurting, leaving only vicious scars as a reminder of what he had done. Many Fallen Angels fall into a depression, hating the decision they had made, wishing they could take it all back but not Lucas. No. He gave himself a new life, with a new name. He was Reese now, a name he had spotted on a candy bar the first day he had awoken on Earth and someone asked his name. There had been a wrapped on the ground where he had landed and he had said the name before he could think. Whatever, It stuck. His last name, Atherton, didn't appear in any of the history books he had read at the library. Good thing, too. He didn't want to have to explain himself. It took many more years to fully learn and understand the today's world. He had come from a time that was very much different from this one and making taking a new name, he had to change his whole self. Not that it mattered to him. The things he had done in his past life he wasn't proud of. No reason to revisit them. But he was much more cautious in this life. He didn't sleep around, he didn't steal and he didn't play pranks on people. Oh, of course, there would be the small one that didn't harm anyone but he had dropped anything that would hurt anyone. He had learned his lesson around his neck. Of course, there were no scars or reminders around his neck from his past but the ghostly images and memories still haunted him. It would take much more time till he was fully integrated into society but in the long run, he was home and he could care less.

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Life always had a way of throwing a curve ball out of nowhere and smacking you in the face with it. Leto had found that curve ball less than a year ago. Soon after he had entered the Project, he had goals of escaping into the rebellion, to help tear down the corrupt Government. But that all came to a crashing halt when he met Alainn and then... Taylor. That was the corner stone of his turned around life. When Taylor turned up pregnant, with his child, he realized he couldn't just "leave" the project and leave that baby there to go through the horrors and twisted perverseness of the Project held in store for it. No, he would have to take the child with him. But that also came with another curve ball. No one cared that he was the father. In the Project, it wasn't about the parenting that they cared about. It was the breeding. Normally, biological fathers were given no choices in everything. Even the mothers; the infants torn from their breast at birth and not given back till after they turned 5 years old. So between birth and five years old, stealing the baby was like trying to kill the President. It wasn't happening. He would have to take the child after it was in the care of Taylor but he couldn't live here for another five years. And that was if Taylor decided to raise it.

So the day Taylor went into labor, Leto had a lot of things to think about. His escape plan was already set for the end of this month. He had received the body enhancement he needed to take with him to the rebellion and Alainn had promised to help him. When asked if she had decided on whether she was coming with him or not, she told him he would find out the day of. Leto's theory was that she had not yet decided and he was sure him leaving would convince her. A spur of the moment decision. So the only thing he could do was plan that she was coming. If he thought that maybe she wasn't coming, he wouldn't be able to go through with the plan. Not now. Not after what they had been through so far together. Since that first initial meeting almost a year ago, Leto and Alainn had fallen madly in love with each other. Sneaking away secretly to see each other, quick kisses in a closet on their way to the medical facilities for testing. It was all they could afford. If they were caught, Leto would be sent "to a better place" and Alainn.... well, she never really said what would happen to her but Leto could see the fear in her eyes when she talked about it. He didn't blame her. He didn't know why he was more terrified of being "sent to a better place" then he really was.

News came later that night that Taylor had had a girl. Was he supposed to feel relief? Anxiety? Excitement? Truthfully? He felt dead inside. This wasn't supposed to have had happened. He had vowed to himself that he wouldn't give in to the Project's demands and reproduce but since meeting Alainn, he had had a powerful urge to take her as his own and had taken Taylor instead when they had both been at their most vulnerable. He regretted it even now, when news came to him that he was a father. Not only had he vowed not to reproduce within the Project but he had also promised Alainn that he would do just that. Which should he break? It was a contradiction at it's greatest and it had Leto stuck in a rut for the longest time. Of course, Fate decided which promise to break for him before he realized what had happened. Now he had to pay for his mistakes, even if that included leaving the child behind to be raised by the Project. But he wouldn't forget. Oh no. He'd return someday to get them out. He would destroy the Project once and for all.

A nurse came and got him at quarter till nine at night to allow him to see his daughter. She smiled happily at him, gushing about the beauty of birth and the baby girl's beautiful curls but Leto barely listened. He was sick to his stomach. Did they steal the babe from Taylor already? Did they send her broken and sobbing back to her apartment to start over? Would should be his reaction at seeing the baby? Should he leap for joy or bend over and vomit? There were too many emotions and what ifs running through his head at that moment, he felt as though he might indeed vomit. But as soon as the nurse led him to the maternity ward and left him before the windowed wall where the babies were stored, did all his emotions leave him, leaving him stunned and awed. Behind the glass, in a pink blanket was a tiny little girl, her fists clenched together, her tiny black curls framing her chubby pink cheeks. The moment that made it perfect? She was being held in the arms of Alainn herself, a truly happy smile on her face and a glow about her that could have made anyone believe that the babe was hers. This sight, this perfect sight instantly made him fall in love with his daughter and something inside him clicked. He couldn't leave her behind. He would do all in his power to get her out. Her and Alainn. They were his life and this picture perfect moment would stay with him forever.

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