Luthor, Lex

[Lex Luthor]

ALEXANDERJOSEPHLUTHOR

Name: Alexander Joseph Luthor
Nickname(s): Lex
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthday: April 3
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Job: CEO of LexCorp, Billionaire

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Play by: Michael Rosenbaum
Height: 6'
Weight: 178
Body Type: Average
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Blue
Tattoos and Piercings: None

Likes: fast cars, scotch, chess, pool, fencing
Dislikes: Superman, people standing in his way, Incompetence, weakness, Sympathy
Strengths: Intellect, ingenuity, adaptation
Weaknesses: Mortality, Monologues, Being conflicted
Fears: That one day he'll die. Not being in control. That he'll be alone.
Personality: Lex views himself as a great man who is on a search for truth, and who wants nothing more than to help people and humanity. He is blind to the idea that his help is purely conditional: if the person he's helping doesn't completely depend on him or reveal the entire truth about their background to him, he will turn on them completely and make them his enemy. He often blames others for not coming to him right away with the truth, or for not asking for his protection.

He has a narcissistic belief in his own importance, and sees himself as a victim: in his mind, his relationships would be successful if only other people trusted him or came to him for protection. He is oblivious to his own role in this dynamic, and how his desire for control consistently turns friends and lovers into enemies. As long as he can control someone through gifts and obligation, he will do in anything in his power to protect them. He can't abide it when people hide the truth from him, as it prevents him from achieving the control that he so greatly desires.

Lex's personality traits stem from the loving care of his mother and the neglectful, unfulfilling upbringing he received from his father after his mother's death. Because of these conflicting influences, Lex is an extremely complex individual. After the death of his mother when he was eleven, Lex became a calloused, alienated, and self-destructive young man.

As a teenager and into his young adult years, he partied hard, got arrested, and was a general source of embarrassment and disappointment to Lionel. Lex desperately seeks the love of a family. Lex constantly sought his father's approval, and his romantic relationships are intense. He is well-versed in the Bible and has mentioned on more than one occasion that he prays. Lex is intelligent and intellectual. He quotes a variety of historical figures and often uses scholarly and literary facts to illustrate his point of view.

As he ages, Lex has grown darker and darker. He has become more arrogant, eventually stylizing himself the protector of the world. Occasionally you see glimpses of what he used to be. He can be generous, kind, fun, willing to do anything to keep someone happy, but it would take one hell of a person to bring it out.

Family: Lionel Luthor - Deceased, Lilian Luthor - Deceased
Pets: None
History:The Luthor family had been among the first European settlers that founded the small colony that one day would become Metropolis. In the 1840s and 50s Edna Luthor was one of the city's leading women and a strong proponent of civil rights for immigrants. In the next fifty years the Luthor family became part of the rich upper class of Metropolis. When the US entered the First World War the pacifist Wallace Luthor was convinced against his better feelings to contribute steel to the war effort.

Lex attended boarding school from an early age. When Lex was nine years old, Lionel took him to Smallville on a business trip at the insistence of his mother. Fatefully, they arrived on the day of the meteor shower. The meteorites seemingly cured Lex's asthma but caused him to go bald, in addition to apparently super-charging his immune system. Lex has not been sick since.

After the death of his mother, Lex was raised without real affection, parenting, or love. Instead, Lionel lavished Lex with money and gifts and sent him away to expensive, exclusive boarding schools. Even though his nanny, Pamela Jenkins promised to stay and raise Lex, Lionel forced her to leave. Years later, she returned to see him, seeking his forgiveness before she succumbed to her cancer. Like his father, Lex graduated from Princeton with a Bachelor's degree in biochemical engineering in less than four years and was taking a break from graduate studies at Yale when he was sent to live in Smallville until his father's suspicious death. With the money he recieved, Lex began building his own business.

With the foundation of his aerospace holdings Luthor expanded his business empire. He would buy legitimate businesses and create vast networks of dummy corporations to hide his ownership of the not so legitimate businesses. The key to Luthor's power was intelligence. He made it his business to know every indiscretion that his opponents had ever made and then use that information to persuade and blackmail them into working with or under him. Those that disagreed either had their public reputations destroyed or died in strange circumstances. In the matter of a few decades Lexcorp became the largest corporation on the planet, placing Lex Luthor as perhaps the second or third richest man in the world.

In his hometown of Metropolis Luthor was god. He owned the media and employed directly or indirectly two thirds of the population. He choose the mayor, he choose the police, he choose the planning, he built the city, he owned the city, it and its people were his play things to use and abuse as he saw fit. Luthor even played with the fate of his old school friend Perry White by seducing his wife while he was overseas. Neither White nor Luthor would realise until years later that Perry's son was actually Luthor's. Luthor only discovered this when the youth was involved in one of Luthor's underworld schemes. Shortly afterwards Perry White Jr. was killed by the demon Blaze.

Lex Luthor's powerbase in Metropolis was unquestioned until the arrival of Clark Kent from Smallville. In his alter ego as Superman he represented physically the most powerful person in Metropolis. As typical Luthor saw Superman as a resource that would be his to control or destroy. He created a false emergency during a party on his luxury yacht to draw Superman out into the open. Once he had arrived and dealt with the emergency Luthor proudly presented him with a massive check and informed him that he now worked for Lexcorp. Superman was outraged that Luthor had endangered innocents to test his abilities. A sentiment shared by the Mayor who deputised Superman. Superman then arrested Luthor on charges of reckless endangerment. Lex Luthor, the most powerful man in Metropolis was processed and detained like a common criminal.

Luthor's lawyers made sure that no charges were every brought, but the damage had been done. Luthor had been humbled. A feeling that he hated. Now Luthor had a target for his resources, the total and utter destruction of Superman's popularity and eventually his physical being. To that end Luthor began elaborate scheme after scheme to discredit and kill Superman. However all evidence that could have led back to Lexcorp always vanished or had a reasonable explanation. Experimental battle drones stolen from Lexcorp the day before they attacked Superman, faulty satellites that interfered with Superman's powers only to be revealed as tests for experimental government work, etc.

Role Play Sample: Chuck sat at his computer the way he had every day for the past several years. His glasses were on which meant he had another dream that he couldn't wait to put on paper. It was amazing how everything just flowed. It was as though the stories were writing themselves. He never questioned it. He had no reason to. He had omitted a number of things from the books.

It would hopefully make the public yearn for more. Yes, the publishing house had gone broke, but his desire to write what he saw never abated. It was possible that the series would be picked up by another publisher. Horror was always a rather popular topic in the world of reading and maybe somehow word would spread about them and he would be famous.

Yes, Chuck was just as ambitious as the next man, but he was more fearful than most. He desired his privacy more than almost everything, but recognition was always nice. This time, his story was about the brothers facing yet another shape-shifter. It was becoming a tired subject, but this one was different than the others. He desired the beauty and elegance he had seen in old fashioned horror movies. He almost felt sorry for the creature. For once, he was writing about sympathetic evil. This would not be a best-seller, but he concluded that not all monsters had to be evil. He had written about the vampires that didn't have any desire to harm humans and it had gone over well, so he decided why not.

This time, like many others, Dean would end up nearly being the victim of the beast. He made sure to add in just enough comic relief to take away from the self-pity felt by all of the characters. He had set it in Pennsylvania during Oktoberfest. At least his characters had a slim chance of enjoying themselves as they began their hunt. He poured himself a glass of whiskey. It was a cheap brand, but as long as it did the trick he was satisfied.

Fortunately, his publisher had kept his identity a secret and he didn't need to worry about being bothered by crazy fans. His pen name, Carver Edlund, was his insurance policy. It was untraceable. He hit print on what he had just written and gathered the papers. Slowly, he began to read what was there. It was his way of checking that the literary symmetry was intact. He didn't think his writing was great, but as long as he sold a few copies now and then he would make due.

Chuck set his papers down for a moment and took a sip of his cheap alcohol. The taste was bitter and in order to lessen the overpowering taste he decided to grab himself a beer from his refrigerator. It tended to lessen the impact but as he needed to drink to hide from the headaches it was worth it. He had become more of a hermit than usual, bordering on agoraphobic. He would pop out now and again if he was running low on things, but he tried to buy in bulk.

He took his glasses off and got out of his computer chair. He carried his glass with him as he headed out into the kitchen. He saw a man standing near his sink. He screamed and jumped back, dropping his glass on the floor. "Who are you? What do you want?" He had no idea how the strange man had gotten there.

He looked around the room and didn't see any signs of a break in. He couldn't tell if this man was a fan or what he was. He didn't look like a fan. Everything looked in place so he wasn't a thief. What the hell was he then? He moved toward the man and tapped him. "Ok, you're not a hallucination." He was only slightly relieved by that. As far as he knew, nobody knew where he lived. Those that did, were mostly his neighbors.

He pulled his striped robe tighter shut. He backed away from the man and he swallowed hard. He was terrified. Chuck was even more freaked out as the man continued to speak. He wondered if he'd been drinking too much. Things like this didn't just happen. Maybe he was dreaming? He'd always had a headache before he dreamed and he hadn't had one yet so it had to be real. He pinched the bridge of his nose and thought hard.

This strange man looked like he'd escaped from wall street. The expensive clothes and the sharp features wouldn't be out of place for a CEO of a major company. He didn't know of any business men who had the power to just appear in a man's home so maybe he was a scientist of some kind. He waited and listened as the man spoke.

The name sounded instantly familiar. He'd written about angels in his books and Zechariah was the name of one of them. He didn't believe he was the same man, he couldn't be. Maybe someone had read one of his books and was playing a prank on him.

"You're an Angel? You don't look like an Angel. Where are your wings?" This was insane. Angels weren't real. They couldn't be? "Me? What importance could I possibly be? I'm a writer. Wait a minute, you're a fan aren't you? How did you find me? Who gave you this address?" He was getting more afraid by the minute. He should have just called the police in the first place.

Name: Kat
Age: 22
Contact Info: MSN, AIM, E-Mail
Experience: More than 4 years