Duncan Lockley

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|| Sir Duncan Lockley



PB: (Sean Bean)

|| My name is (Rex)

|| I am (112) years old.

|| I also play (Dante Stark, Damian Reagan,Dean Logan.)

|| I found the site through (Working here.)

|| The best way to contact me is through (Skype: KingRexamas)

|| I have been role playing for (Several Years.) years and I am ( I'm where i need to be. )

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|| FULL NAME:

Duncan Lockley.

|| ALIAS:

He only has titles, Alpha (Self Proclaimed) and Lord Lockley

|| AGE:

His real age is unknown but people tend to speculate.

|| RACE:

Lycan

|| GENDER:

Male

|| PERSONALITY:

Duncan is a highly independent person, to the point where He'll refuse the help of other people even if he needs it. although most of the time he will not listen to reason as he sticks to his beliefs and what he thinks is best. It would take much persuasion for him to accept help from anyone. He's stubborn and decisive; it’s hard to make him change his mind once he’s decided on something. He doesn’t let people push him around and He will do what he wants, not what anyone else does. He is sharp-tongued and not afraid to let others know how he truly feels about them.

He is a highly respected man and if you chose to disrespect him you'd be in for a world of hurt as he tends not to forgive and forget like most people, he'll say your his friend but really you are a pawn in his own twisted game. With his time spent on earth he has managed to manipulate some powerful people into giving him respect , He doesn't keep people close instead preferring to keep a professional scale with his pack and anyone else he will meet.

Duncan is also a smart man and he's learned ways that allow him to outwit his foes, even though he has the power he feels it's not just about power to destroy your enemies he tends to physically destroy them and mentally take them out.

Duncan has learned particular skills over his tenure on earth, he's mastered swordsmanship and he tends to deal his justice with a blade, he also studied in the art of learning body language, He uses this to try and see how people feel in an instant and judge if they can be sincere or if they are lying through their teeth. One of Duncan's unusual skills is that he can act.

And he does it well, He spent a few years working with a few actors to perfect his skill, due to this he can mask his emotions and always uses this to twist people's emotions, he can lie to anyone and get away with it, it makes his job easier.

|| HISTORY:

Duncan was born in to a typical upper-class English family and he was expected to be a nobleman like his father before him, truth be told he didn't want the lavish life-style all he dreamed of was power and respect and he figured the best way to do that was to earn it and take the world by force. As soon as he was old enough he prepared himself for his first war this was as early as 1809, He served with a group of cavalrymen until 1814, He'd risen through the ranks and he was preparing for his final front with the group of men that he now commanded.. Duncan had fought many enemies in the field of battle and he'd always figured he would die on the battlefield so he'd always carelessly march into a situation without regards for his own personal health.

During a walk through one of the small-towns his men and he stopped at a local inn for the night before the big march in the morning, during the evening there was a small festival in the town and many of the men indulged themselves with a few drinks and a feast.. Duncan had been shutting himself away from the party by sleeping in some hay in a barn, not the most noble of sleeping quarters but it would do for now, during the night he woke up and found the village in ablaze looking around he saw a group of people wielding swords and burning corpses, Duncan at first was in shock and then he took it upon himself as he duty as a soldier to die honourably instead of running away..

As Duncan stood there he called out and unsheathed his sword pointing it in the direction of the group and he noticed the man charging at him, he bravely fought taking out two of the group until finally he was struck down from behind.. Laying on the floor an older gentleman approached him and told him to beg for mercy, Duncan swore profanities under the skies as the men beat him, all while screaming the national anthem.. The Group decided instead of letting him die a pointless death they would make sure he would suffer for a life time.

As the sun began to rise Duncan awoke looking down at his cuts and bruises he was first unsure what the men had done to him, it wasn't until the full moon he learned that he now contained a great plague within side himself.. Once the war was finally over he marched back to England and was hailed for his service in the battlefield.. Duncan had been knighted by the King, and he received the title Sir Duncan Lockley.

After living with his curse for many years, he decided he wanted to try something new and live in a place where nobody knew his face.. it had been some years until he actually left England . The year was 1904, he'd been working down on a dockyard helping them build an "Unsinkable ship" that would be having its maiden voyage in the few years.. He'd worked with these men until the job was actually finished, and he took his money and observed as the ship set off on its voyage not knowing the fate it would have.

Duncan arrived in the United States of America posing as an actor looking for fame.. He'd settled in New York City, and watched again as the world once more moved around him.. Duncan had been picked up and had spent some of his tenure in NYC he'd appeared in small Broadway showings to earn money which he'd invested wisely across the years.. He'd invested his money in potential companies claiming about computers and technology that was vast beyond what they had seen, Every couple of years Duncan would change his name and falsify his documentation.

The World had changed so much and Duncan had adapted with the world, he'd kept his beliefs but in his heart he forgot about those people that had changed him, now he'd embraced it as a godsend so he could strike down his enemies.. After gaining a few devote followers he finally stepped out into the limelight revealing himself to the Lycans of New York.. Standing in the Lycan compound he'd heard news of the Alpha's death and he proclaimed himself as the new Alpha killing those that tested his will.. As he stood there his words echoed through the halls "The time of man is over.. It is now the time of the Beast." Many Lycans cheered for the and hollered out to the new self proclaimed leader.

|| RP SAMPLE:

Zane emerged from the shrubbery the mist behind him as he stood proud in his bloodied overalls. he'd been brandishing and old dirty chainsaw caked in mud and what looked like blood.. the sounds of the chainsaw filled the air as Zane began chasing his prey.. He was a few feet in front of Zane and he raised his arm as the chainsaw cut out... "Useless piece of shit... c'mon. " Zane cursed as he pulled on the handle trying to reignite the chainsaw.. The man continued panting through the swamp lands as Zane tried with a fierce passion to get his chainsaw working..

Finally after the man had disappeared Zane had managed to get the thing working again, "Common' boy git out here and squeal like a pig.. " Zane shouted in a fake southerner voice.. Zane ran wildly through the woods his chainsaw blaring through the woods.. He was almost upon his prey he could smell the fear from a mile away.

Zane kicked the log away and observed the man cowering in fear in his piss puddle.. "You seriously pissed yourself.. " Zane sighed a little and extended his hand helping the man up.. Zane smiled mercifully as he patted the guy on the back.. Zane smiled continually as he punched the man in the face and proceeded to ram the chainsaw in his stomach.. He'd been laughing like a mad-man so anyone close would hear him.

Moments later Zane finished with the man looking down at the gloop on the floor, he spit on the corpse and lugged his chainsaw through the woods as he proceeded into the mist.. Zane could see a building not too far in the distance and he'd figure he'd take his chances in some old house than proceed to play hillbilly in the woods..

Arriving at the building Zane looked at the door as he pushed it open quietly, he was always one to explore a place before alerting attention to himself, He grinned as he could see someone had been here recently as there was a fresh smell in the air.. Zane walked calmly through the hallway..

"Grandma, it's me Zane, mother sent me with a fresh batch of muffins for you.." Zane cooed into the air with a grin on his lips as he lowered his chainsaw and walked through the door at the end of the hallway.

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|| LIKES:

• Fine Wine
  
• Old Weaponry
  
• War
  

|| DISLIKES:

• Anyone who opposes his will
  
• Un-loyal Followers
  
• Cats.. (They think they are better than everybody else pretentious fuckers)
  

|| APPEARANCE:

Duncan stands at 6'2 and medium length brown hair, he tends to wear suits when out in public or his old battlements armor.. He also sports an unshaven face.. His body is riddled with old battle wounds. Duncan also sports a northern accent. He definitely takes pride to keeping fit, doing many things like running and working out