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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980) Helah Weiss / Hel Lucifarian
"Ya puttin' me to sleep over here, bud."
Name
Full Legal Name: Helah Tamar Weiss
First Name: Helah
Meaning: Means 'Rust' in Hebrew.
Pronunciation: HEE-la
Origin: Biblical
Middle Name: Tamar
Meaning: Means 'Date palm' in Hebrew.
Pronunciation: TAHM-ahr
Origin: Hebrew, Georgian, Biblical, Biblical Hebrew
Surname: Weiss
Meaning: From Middle High German 'Wiz' or Yiddish 'Vais' meaning 'White'.
Pronunciation: VIES
Origin: German, Yiddish
Ring Name: Hel Lucifarian, Sloth
Commentary Nickname: The Sloth, The Human Sleeping Pill, Sleeping Beauty
Nicknames: Hel, Tammie
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 24
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: White (1/2 Greek, 1/2 German)
Birth Date: December 20th 1956
Sexuality: Bisexual
Religion: Jewish
Native Language: English
Known Language: English, Greek, German, Hebrew, French, Spanish, Italian, American Sign Language, Polish
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Entrance Music: 'Cat's in the cradle' - Harry Chapin (1974-)
Voice Claim: Angie Harmon
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Atlantic City, Atlantic County, New Jersey, USA
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: Atlantic City, Atlantic County, New Jersey, USA
Appearance
Height: 5'4" / 162 cm
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Eye Colour: Gray
Hair Colour: Dark Auburn
Hair Dye: Bangs Dyed Light Blue
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 6
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both)
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian, Gorilla Monsoon
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Freddie Blassie, Hulk Hogan, Bob Orton, Mr Fuji, Paul Orndorff
Closest Confidant: Thalia Weiss
Mentor: Levi Weiss
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Levi Weiss (56, Father), Thalia Weiss (55, Mother, Née Stavros)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Moses Weiss (33, Brother), Sarah Schwarz (30, Sister, Née Weiss), Nathan Weiss (27, Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Rachel Weiss (32, Moses' Wife, Née Roth), Reuben Schwarz (29, Sarah's Husband), Naomi Weiss (26, Nathan's Wife, Née Prinz)
Nieces & Nephews: Samuel Weiss (12, Nephew), Miriam Weiss (9, Niece), Adam Weiss (6, Nephew), Leah Weiss (3, Niece), Daniel Schwarz (9, Nephew), Judith Schwarz (6, Niece), Eden Schwarz (3, Nephew), Hannah Weiss (6, Niece), Gideon Weiss (3, Nephew)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Skull Lucifarian
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1974 (WWF Debut: 1976)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Submission Artist
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1974-)
Teams:
Eternal Rest (Skull & Hel)
Lavender’s Blue (Ven & Hel)
The Dream Team (Bel & Hel)
Blue & Gold (Pat & Hel)
Total Knockouts (Cas & Hel)
The Purely Insane (Hel & Eve)
The Phoenix & The Phantom (Hel & Syd)
Regular Moves: Roundhouse Kick, Diving Crossbody, Diving Elbow Drop, Suicide Dive, Step-Up Enzuigiri, Springboard Clothesline, Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, Sitout Suplex Slam, Slingshot Somersault Senton, Naptime (Arm Trap Swinging Neckbreaker)
Finishers: Dirt Nap (Arm Trap Triangle Choke), Lullaby (Fireman's Carry Dropped Into A Knee Lift)
Refers To Fans As: The Slothful, The Slothful Ones, The Apathetic, The Apathetic Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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Change Your Mind, Change Your Life
CHAPTER THREE
“Lord Protector Von Doom?” He looked up from the customs official to see a very…plain…gentleman coming toward him, dressed in a fairly decent, yet nondescript suit and tie. A receding hairline, worry lines around his eyes, he wore a professional smile as a mask. “I’m Director Philip Coulson. I spoke to your --“
“Seneschal,” Doom agreed. “Martin. Yes, I was informed you and your associates were to act as my escort.”
“Security detail, your Grace,” Director Coulson gently corrected. “Not that you need one, of course.”
“No. I don’t,” Victor replied. “But I am…loath to disrespect the hospitality and courtesy of the United States and the United Nations, and so I accept your gracious offer.”
“Thank you, your Grace. Did you bring an entourage?”
“No; I have no need of such things. The Latverian Embassy will see to my needs and desires,” Victor said, signing the last paper with a flourish. “I must wait for my baggage, Director, and then I will be ready to leave.”
“Of course. May I ask if you were wishing to do anything else during the time you’re here? I know your advisor told me you’d be in New York for a week, so…” Director Coulson let his sentence fade.
“I do not know. I had hoped perhaps to have a word with Iron Man, and King Namor is to arrive tomorrow; we may wish to see a show. I have heard very good things about this Hamilton play.”
“Hamilton’s amazing,” Director Coulson said, his smile becoming larger and much more genuine. “Lin-Manuel Miranda is a national treasure.”
“Your President had made some noise of wishing to meet with me, but I really rather would not; I have dealt with Mr. Trump before in business matters, and found him to be boorish and inelegant. I rather doubt that attaining the presidency has changed matters.”
“President Trump is currently at Mar-A-Lago, your Grace. I’ll inform you if that changes,” the director offered, his mouth closing, lips becoming thin; ah. Victor could read between those lines very well; there was no love lost, but the man would say nothing against his ruler. Good.
Several more agents joined them as the Director led the way through a private hallway, two women, one whose very essence radiated danger, much as the Black Widow; the other was younger, but she moved with an efficiency close to the first. Probably her protégé. “Agent May, Agent Johnson,” the director introduced them. “Agent Mackenzie is waiting outside.”
“Excellent. One moment, if you would?” At the director’s nod, Victor gestured to the two diplomats waiting for him. “Have my luggage delivered to the embassy; the Director has come to collect me himself, and I do not wish to insult him.”
“Yes, Lord Protector,” came the expected answer, and a few minutes later, he was in the bulletproof limo with Agent May and Director Coulson. Agent Johnson was in the front passenger seat beside Agent Mckenzie. The ride passed pleasantly for some few minutes before Director Coulson cleared his throat, leaning forward from the rumble seat.
“I don’t mean to presume, Lord Protector, but I wonder if you’d be willing to talk about the incident last week? In the bay?”
“What is it you wish to know?” Victor answered pleasantly; the man was courteous and deferential enough, it was of no matter to speak to him about the occurrence.
“Dr. Richards’ actions,” Director Coulson began. “Iron Man described them as being dangerous. Would you agree with that assessment?”
“Reed is an obnoxious twit,” Victor replied. “We have been at odds for a very long time, and unfortunately, I do not see that set of circumstances ever changing.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of your common history,” Coulson nodded. “But Iron Man claims, and the footage bears it out, that he was willing to go through Iron Man to get to you.”
“That is Richards’ problem. Not mine. Not unless he makes it mine,” Victor said, closing his eyes at the sound of the edge to his voice. “Forgive me. We do have a great deal of agitated history between us, and it is easy to slip into old thought patterns and habits when speaking of him or his possible intentions.”
“Of course. I have the same reaction when it comes to certain people,” Coulson said easily. “I simply want to avoid any unpleasantness between you and the FF during your stay if we can at all.”
“I give you my word, Director Coulson. Any unpleasantness that arises will find the blame laid at their feet, not my own. I am…I dare not say a new man. But I am endeavoring to become a better man than I have been, and a large part of that change means that I do not begin physical altercations. I may well finish them,” he added, chuckling, “but I refuse to allow others the satisfaction of knowing that they provoked me into swinging first, as it were.”
“Fair enough,” Coulson agreed, nodding. “Okay.”
His heart, the heart he hid as best he could, fell as he saw the protestors outside the Latverian Embassy. Dozens of them, holding signs that protested his reign over his country. L.A.F.F., Latverian-Americans For Freedom. He knew of the group. Most of the time, they held non-violent protests, though his intelligence said that there had been a few altercations with his diplomats and the robots that guarded the embassy over the last few years.
“I hope that after tomorrow, they’ll be celebrating,” Director Coulson said softly as the gates of the embassy opened, the robot guardians keeping the protestors away.
“That is my hope as well, but I dare not count on it,” Victor sighed. “They will instead begin a conspiracy theory that I am doing this only for good publicity, and that I must have some sort of nefarious plot, that I am drawing the wool over the U.N.’s eyes. It is a fair assumption for them to come to.”
“You’ve never gone this far before,” Agent May spoke for the first time. “You’ve never come to the U.N. to ask for aid before in anything, not even after the earthquake several years ago.”
“No,” he agreed; that natural disaster had been horrible, especially in some of the mountain region villages. “No. Latveria takes care of its own.” Weeks of rescue efforts, then years of rebuilding. He had refused all offers of aid, setting the robots to find and rescue those trapped under rubble, had rushed doctors from the hospitals of Doomstadt, including his own personal doctors, to the sites where they were needed.
The car stopped, the door opened by one of the robots, the ambassador to the United States, Aleksander, coming to greet him, dropping to one knee deferentially as he got out of the car. “Lord Protector.”
“Aleksander. You may rise,” he nodded graciously. “Have the rooms I ordered prepared for King Namor been so?”
“They have, my Lord.”
“Excellent. The salt-water pool?”
“Is ready for him.”
“Good. Director Coulson, I will expect you and your agents tomorrow morning at nine-thirty; my appointment with the Council is at ten-thirty.”
“Yes, your Grace. See you then.” An acceptable answer, as the car drove on to the circle to turn around he entered the embassy building, going directly to the throne awaiting him and taking his seat.
“Report.”
“The U.N. is curious, of course, and is already gathering the teams necessary for your request, my Lord. We have received several invitations for you from the Chernayan and Symkarian Embassies, and a request for an audience from Anthony Stark and Steven Rogers.”
“Iron Man and Captain America,” Victor said thoughtfully. “When did that arrive?”
“Yesterday evening, sire.”
“Inform the Chernayan and Symkarian Embassies that I would be happy to visit and renew my acquaintance with Lady Finitaz and Mr. Daru at their convenience, after tomorrow. Inform them I will ask King Namor to accompany me, but he may or may not do so. Do you have the number for Mr. Stark?”
“I do, sir.”
“Bring me a telephone.”
Darcy put her makeup on very, very carefully the next morning, trying to keep her hands from shaking too much as she applied her eyeliner. She was going to the U.N. to observe the meeting between Von Doom and the Elections Committee, along with Tony, Steve, Natasha and Clint, as the political liaison for the Avengers Initiative. Her navy blue suit still fit her like a glove, accentuating her hourglass figure, her wire rimmed glasses adding a hint of sophistication, her eyes looking just a hint bigger than usual thanks to a clever trick with her makeup.
The Avengers away team, as she was thinking of them this morning, were all in mufti; Tony in a divine cream colored suit with a sky blue tie, probably Italian, Natasha in a suit not unlike hers, though she was sure that ‘Tasha’s had special pockets for hidden weapons. Clint and Steve both wore suit pants and blazers, though they had both skipped the ties. ‘Tasha smiled when she saw Darcy coming, holding up a hand and twirling a finger; dutifully, Darcy slowly turned around. “Lovely. You are lovely and professional this morning,” Natasha began, then looked down at her feet. “And those are good shoes. Expensive enough to respect, cheap enough to leave behind if you have to run.” Darcy looked down at her Sandro Mary Janes with a sad smile.
“Yeah, that was kind of my thought,” she sighed in agreement. “But better to lose the shoes than my head, right?”
“Exactly,” Natasha nodded before turning on the men. “We will meet you all at the car.” Darcy took Natasha’s left arm, and the two women walked on toward the elevator, leaving the men slightly gobsmacked before they caught on and caught up with them.
They entered the building through a private underground garage, riding up in an elevator that smelled slightly of freesia. The floor they got off on could have been in any luxury office building, the carpet a soft muted gray, the walls fairly nondescript, a muted green wallpaper with a darker green zigzag line pattern. The art that was hung here and there were landscapes, for the most part, though they passed by more than one photograph study as well, again, landscapes. The Sahara. The Congo. Madripoor. The Alps.
They weren’t the first arrivals in the conference room they were led to; a few diplomats were already seated at the long oak table. They looked up as the group entered, but turned their attention back to the laptops and tablets in front of them when it was obvious they were observers rather than participants. Tony took a seat in one of the chairs lining the inner wall, and the rest followed suit, Darcy at the end farthest from the door and away from the windows at Clint’s insistence.
While they waited, Darcy took a selfie for her Instagram and Twitter, #U.N. #she blinded me with political science, then switched to her audio recorder app; she wanted to record what was said so she could go over it later. It was only about another five minutes before the room started filling up, other diplomats arriving both as more observers and the committee itself. And then they walked in.
Darcy had never met Namor or Doom, but the moment they entered, the room fell silent. Both men carried themselves with a regal presence, aware of their importance, aware of their stature, they both had a confidence in their body language that could easily be mistaken for cockiness. Doom was, of course, in his armor, but instead of the normal green cloak that he seemed to be so fond of, he wore a deep royal purple tunic and cape over it, the tunic belted at the waist, his metal boots and gloves trimmed in ermine. A heavy looking, thick linked golden chain hung around his neck, a medallion falling from it square in the midst of his chest; the crown jewel of Latveria, his chain of office.
Namor, on the other hand, was sin on two legs. His black hair was slicked back, and he smirked as he looked around the room, wearing a dark gray suit, Hugo Boss, if she wasn’t mistaken, though his feet were bare, as was his custom due to the wings that sprouted from his ankles. He took a chair just to Von Doom’s left, and Darcy noticed as he passed behind Doom that one hand rose, just a bit -- was he actually patting Doom on the back? Giving the man reassurance? Interesting. “Namor his friend? Patted his back maybe prior 2 conf. Consider later,” she scribbled on her notepad.
“I wish to thank the council for granting me an audience on such short notice,” Doom began, still standing at the head of the table, his voice rumbling and deep, and oh God maybe Namor was sex on LEGS, but Doom’s VOICE was sex for her ears. “I understand that this was very much an inconvenience, and I wish you to know that I personally, and the Latverian people, appreciate your time.” He took a seat beside Namor, and the committee began questioning him directly. What did he want to see happen? How long a time frame did he project from beginning to end? Would he allow investigational and educational teams into Latveria? Those questions and more in the same vein went on for about an hour, Doom answering them all patiently, sometimes taking a few seconds to consider his words before he responded, but never once becoming short or irritable so far as Darcy could tell.
When the meeting was officially over, some members of the committee lingered for a few minutes, speaking to Doom or Namor quietly before leaving the room with the other observers. Darcy gathered her things, but Clint brushed against her arm, flattened his palm and pushed out; wait, that motion meant, so she didn’t get up. Finally, the only people left in the room were Doom, Namor, and the Avengers group. Tony got up first, extending his hand. “Ruler Protector Von Doom.”
“Mr. Stark.” The two shook hands, and then Tony shook with Namor as well before Doom spoke again. “I was very glad to see you and your colleagues here. But I do not think I recognize the young lady beside Mr. Barton? Have the Avengers grown again?” Darcy’s mouth grew dry as Tony turned, jerking his head. Slowly, she rose and went to stand beside him, barely remembering to drop a discreet curtsy before the two kings; well, Doom was practically a king, wasn’t he?
“Our political analyst, Darcy Lewis,” Tony introduced her. “She’s a firecracker.”
“Indeed,” Namor murmured, his sea green eyes deep, but just a little cold, if she didn’t miss her guess. Aww, sexy, no. “You have a way of surrounding yourself with beautiful women, Anthony.”
“It’s a gift,” Tony smirked.
“An honor to meet you both, your Majesty, your Grace,” Darcy managed to say as Namor took the hand she extended, raising it gently as if to kiss the back, though he never actually did so. “I’m so glad to have the opportunity.” She offered her hand to Doom next; he didn’t affect the same flirtatiously courtly manner as Namor, however, only shaking firmly. He had brown eyes behind the mask, she noted, and they looked very tired.
“A pleasure, Miss Lewis.”
“So,” Tony clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “did you both get the invitations?”
“We did,” Namor replied, inclining his head. “I do not speak for Victor, but I for one would be happy to attend your soiree, Anthony. You always throw the best parties.”
“Awesome, show up anytime between eight and ten. How about you, Doom?”
“I…appreciate the invitation, though I must reluctantly decline; let us be frank, Mr. Stark, my presence might cause your other guests some discomfort.” Doom’s mask tilted downward just a fraction as he spoke, and Darcy could read between those lines. She could read between those lines all too well. He didn’t expect to be welcomed, and rightfully so; he had done horrible things. More, he knew he had done horrible things. And, she realized, he was ashamed.
“Lord Protector, perhaps just a token appearance?” She heard herself say before she thought. “At least amongst the main party. Tony’s penthouse is huge, surely we could find a quiet space for you to people watch, at least. And I would love to hear more about the changes you’re planning in Latveria.” His mask shot towards her, those tired brown eyes flaring, seeking, searching through her long enough that her lips parted, intending to apologize for the intrusion.
“Perhaps, Miss Lewis. I will at least consider it. And I do indeed appreciate the invitation, Mr. Stark.”
“Call me Tony, Mr. Stark was my dad,” Tony said, a little flippantly. “You’ve got my number; if you plan on flying, call first so I can have the security measures turned off on the jetpad. See you tomorrow night.” He flipped his glasses back down, giving both men a grin, before taking Darcy’s arm and heading for the door, the rest of the group following them out of the conference room and toward the elevator. “Good job, Sparky,” he said lowly. “Did you see what I saw?”
“I think so,” Darcy breathed. “He’s tired, Tony. And he’s lonely.”
“Everybody’s lonely, honey. In their heart of hearts.”
“Yeah. Yeah, but…but you’ve got Pepper now, and you’ve got us,” she said, glancing over her shoulder to see how close the others were. Still about five feet back. “And you’re loved, Tony. You really are.” She couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, but his lips and nose twitched, just a little, and his grip on her arm tightened.
“Thanks, Artoo.”
“No problem, Threepio.”
“Dammit, I’m Han,” Tony sighed as the others caught up. “Or maybe Lando.”
“You are so wrong about that. You’re a suave-ass con, all right, but you can’t pull off a cape.” Clint snickered, Natasha smirked, as they all boarded the elevator.
#The Darcy Lewis/Victor Von Doom story that nobody asked for#Darcyland#Darcy Lewis#Victor Von Doom#Namor The Sub-Mariner#Phil Coulson#Melinda May#Avengers#Marvel#fanfic#I love reblogs#@subsilvernight#Phil is being Agent Agent here#That's why Doom calls him plain
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Some badges I did for a meet I'll be attending this afternoon~
Haccili is mine, Flip belongs to my buddy!
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged (1980):
Chapter 1 January Twelfth
Taglist: @spacelizardtrashboys @natsadkid @schizoauthoress @piratewithvigorr @stupidbluegirl @thedollmaker16 @the--blackdahlia
Warnings: violence, smoking, Roddy being Roddy, my weird universe alterations
2200+ words
The Kayfabe Post
Casey's P.O.V:
Thursday, the first day of being at work for the WWF, Saturday the twelfth of January 1980. Part of me still can’t believe that Driskoll got us into the WWF, himself being here alone was explainable, even if he brought his sons it would have been expected, but us, seven women all entering the WWF at the same time, the head office must’ve been smoking something when signing the contracts. Driskoll has already given us an order to get to know the men of the company better, and if I’m honest, I don’t know anyone, and due to my status as a ‘cannibalistic, carnivorous, monster heel’ I don’t think many people are willing to approach me.
I’m not here because I earned it, I’m here because I’m a necessity for the team, or at least, that’s how I view it. That’s how I’ve always viewed it. Ven needed someone to humiliate and, as a natural outcast, I’m the easiest choice. Dirty blonde hair in a masculine style, half dyed copper, thick eyebrows over eyes that can’t decide if they want to be blue or green, multiple scars over my jaw covered by a thick mask which curls under my chin. Heavier than Ven, but much more slender than any male giant, except maybe Baba, and then there’s my tatt-
BAM
“Oh dear lord, sorry, are you okay?”
In my absent-minded walking I had knocked myself and another person to the floor, and not just anybody.
Four inches taller than me,
Wild afro hair,
At least double my weight,
André.
André the giant.
Knocked to the floor, by me… Shit.
“Are you okay, Mademoiselle?”
I went as stiff as a statue, and pale like Michelangelo’s David, staring at the floor and awaiting punishment for my carelessness.
“Mademoiselle?” His shadow shifted with his movements as he got closer.
His tone worried, “Mademoiselle?” He lifted me to my feet, I had just enough composure to thank him in his native tongue.
“Who are you, Mademoiselle?” André smiles softly.
“Cas Lucifarian, I’m new here.” I return the soft smile.
André wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer before taking a good look at me and cocking an eyebrow, !Are you, uh…” He snaps his fingers as he tries to find the right words.
“A giant, yeah, well actually I’m a giantess.”
André walks with me, showing me around the arena’s backstage areas, talking about everything and nothing whilst roaming the shockingly empty arena. I say everything and nothing, and I mean it, from the best shops for tailored suits to what places along the road had the best coffee. For the first time I had a friend who I can talk to and know he knows what being a giant is like.
By the time André’s tour ended, Venka had come searching for me so I could be part of the interview with Driskoll and Gene, I managed to get out a quick ‘Goodbye’ to my fellow giant before leaving.
Playing my usual role, the enforcer, the intimidation device, it is my role to scare anyone who I’m told to. Before joining the group, me and my brother Kane worked as a tag team, the Lloyd siblings better known as The Celtic Warriors. From winning tag belts to being a damn human scare tactic.
Focusing back into reality I heard Howard ask Skull how we were doing as a team so far.
I stood behind Skull and Ven, puffing out my chest and crossing my arms to look bigger and scarier.
“You know something,” Skull’s silken voice the mark of a snake, “Howard, my girls have yet to have a match, but we are doing absolutely fine. In shape and ready to rock and roll, every single one of my girls is doing fine.”
“Just look at us,” Ven adds with a smirk, gesturing to her body, “Don’t we just look marvellous, Mr Finkel?”
Finkel smirks, “You could say that again, Miss?”
“Ven, although you can call me Pride.”
Skull glares at Finkel, almost daring the smaller man to try and flirt with his daughter.
Howard readjusts and focuses on the main point of new women in the WWF, “Uh, well, how soon do you girls think you’ll be seeing in-ring action?”
Skull looks at me to answer.
“Soon. Very very soon.” I growl as we leave the interview.
The rest of the day went by rather normally and quickly, Driskoll and Venka taking Helah and Everest with them back to the hotel, while myself, Bellona, Petra and Sydney stay behind to look at the other competitors as they leave.
Bel takes her cigarettes and a lighter from her bag, lighting up as she strides up to me and leans against the wall, puffing out clouds of smoke as she speaks, “Wassup, tall-ass.”
“I’m thinkin’.”
“Dangerous pastime hermana.”
“I know, Bell, I know. Hermana.”
“You addin’ to your phrasebook, Cassie?”
“Only the ones I deem handy to have.”
“Gym, tomorrow, me and you?”
“Gotta train, so yeah, gotta settle in somehow, right?”
“I’ll see you there, alright?”
“Adios, Bell.”
Bellona waves as she goes to grab a ride with the other two.
Bel is the only person who sees me as more of a sister than just a teammate. I look over at the door to the men’s locker room, soon one of those men will face me, now where is he. Putski, no. Rodz, no. Duggan, no. Zbyszko, yeah, he’ll do fine.
“Woah, watch where ya walkin’ lady.” A gravelly voice interrupts my thoughts as I turn to leave.
Lou Albano, oh geez.
Skull had warned me to avoid Lou, although with my gimmick being Gluttony I’m certain he’d jump at the chance to manage me.
“Sorry, Mr Albano.”
“It’s okay kid, you didn’t mean to do any harm, see ya around giantess.” Albano pats my arm as he leaves the arena.
I was still watching Albano, trying to figure out why he had acted so kindly towards me before feeling the hand on my shoulder and turning to be face to face with André.
“Hello Cas,” his soft smile returns, “It’s dark out tonight, maybe you would like to get a ride back to the hotel, I really don’t think a young lady like you should run the risk of meeting any unkind people out there.” In a strange way his voice calms me, the faint Ws replacing Rs and faint Hs of the French accent, almost like a father or older brother.
“I’m okay, André, thank you for the offer though, it’s very kind of you.”
He nods in response, saddened but curious, probably weighing the options of what I could do as much as I am, if I get a taxi my back will hurt tomorrow, but if I walk, I run the risk of getting followed or worse, I was already stabbed once in the past back in Carrickfergus. André pats my shoulder before sauntering off and leaving me all alone once again.
I don’t mind being alone, or rather I didn’t mind back when I worked with my brother, I was outcasted by everyone but him my entire life, our father working in a coal mine in Wales and our mother practically a single mother to two very active children, the only way she got us to stop wrecking the house was to make us train with David Finlay, a god of Irish wrestling.
I put my bag over my shoulder and started on my way back to the hotel, stopping to cover myself up with the shirt I keep wrapped around my waist, the sleeves long enough to hide my tattoos on my wrists, almost all of my sixteen tattoos are on my legs, except the two on my wrists, which I usually hide with tape when working.
It took around an hour to reach the hotel, walking through Philadelphia, a place I have never been before and am starting to hope I will never come back to, reaching the hotel and going straight to my hotel room, locking the door and getting ready to train.
I took off my shirt, shoes, everything except my underwear, starting with warmups and progressing into practising punches, kicks, knees, anything to tire myself, finishing up at just before midnight, showering and doing my nightly routine before falling asleep the moment I lay in bed.
On the morning of January 13th, Sunday, I woke up at six, turning off the radio alarm and stretching as I head to the bathroom, doing my morning routine and getting dressed in a short-sleeved orange shirt and black shorts, my mask for today is an orange and black chequered pattern heavy duty mask which I made sure goes down to the middle of my neck, I head to the local gym, taking my gym bag with me.
You meet all sorts of people in a gym, or so David had told me, back in Carrickfergus I would just train at his house, or at the club in Greenisland with his son or my brother. This gym felt like a whole new world, men from Georgia Championship Wrestling, The World Wrestling Federation and the National Wrestling Alliance. I scanned for faces I had seen last night, I waved to Volkoff, he smiled and waved back before focusing on his workout.
I headed to one of the heavy bags, ending up between Muraco and Valentine, two men André had told me about the day before. Muraco stops, whispering to a guy standing next to him.
As Valentine walks past he whispers to me, “Careful around Piper, he’s a wild man.”
“Hey, Cas, right? The girl André’s been talking about.” Muraco smirks as he continues his workout.
“Yeah, I’m Cas, André said that you’re Don Muraco.” I reply between punches, keeping my breathing composed.
“Yes miss, although you can call me Don, the giant’s been talking to the boys about his new friend and how you’re a ‘lady giant’ as he put it.”
The mystery guy, probably ‘Piper’, smirks at Muraco before clearing his throat and looking more serious as he looks at me.
“Yeah, I’m a giantess, it’s good to meet you guys, but, uh, who’s your friend, Don?”
Don wraps his arm around the slightly smaller man’s shoulders, “This is Rowdy Roddy Piper, he’s a bit like you, Celtic, Irish are Celts right?”
“Yeah, though I don’t think your friend is Irish, he’s too broad-shouldered to be Irish.”
“I’m Scottish, originally from Glasgow. Can’t speak Gaelic, but I can play the bagpipes.” Piper’s eyes light up, a sort of mad Scottish fire behind blue eyes.
“I’ll see you boys around, I’ve got some more training to do.” I walked off to the treadmills, trying to block out Valentine’s comment. Piper didn’t seem all too wild, or rowdy, but a man like him, muscular, proud enough to wear a kilt, he could spell trouble for me.
I finished up, sitting on the floor and wiping my face with my towel, looking up when the noise of footsteps stops in front of me.
“Yes?” I murmur while staring at Piper’s stupid grin.
“Show me how you fight,” He bent over to be eye-to-eye with me, “you’re new here, I wanna know how ya fight.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, c’mon.” He leads me to a boxing ring being used by other wrestlers.
Piper enters through the ropes, I test the top rope’s slack, tight enough for my purposes, I lean back and front flip over the rope into the ring.
“That’s new, no girls have ever done that around me before.”
“I’m twenty-six and a giantess with a gymnastics background.”
Piper scoffs and we lock up, hand to hand, a test of strength, he goes for a knee to the stomach and I counter with a stiff Irish whip into the ring post, a little too stiff.
“You’re gonna pay for that, lass.” Piper snarls, and suddenly I can’t tell if he’s actually angry or if this is just for show.
I size him up, calculating in my mind how high I need to jump, he comes at me for a high knee strike and I dropkick him, both of us crashing to the mat below, my head bouncing off the near rock-solid boxing ring, making my mask hit my throat and almost trigger my gag-reflex, my breathing gets heavier and I try to hide the impact from the rowdy Scot.
Piper’s up quickly and at my side in an instant, “Cas, you okay?”
I don’t answer, rolling onto my back and struggling to slow my breath. Roddy pulls me up, letting me lean against the ring post and goes to unbuckle my mask.
I push his hands away and unbuckle it myself, before I can stop him, he grabs the mask away and checks my face and neck, he winces and my heartbeat doubles at the idea of him wincing at the mess of scars.
“It’s okay, the cut isn't deep enough to cause much damage, you’ve just bruised up your neck if anythin’.”
“Gimme back my mask.” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“No, I ain’t finished lookin’ at you just yet,” He smirks, “can I train with ya, whenever we see each other again?”
“Sure, if we see each other again.” I nod as I put my mask back in its place.
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[L.A.F.F] Assorted Canon Things 3: Things The D.O.D Have Said Before
Driskoll: "You never know, I could be Satan."
Venka: "Wouldn't it be pretty if the sky was purple?"
Bellona: "I could sleep with him, or her, or you."
Petra: "I have an issue with Russians, okay most Russians, actually all Russians but Volkoff."
Casey: "I'm an Irish person who doesn't drink, those are as rare as a giant... I need sleep."
Helah: "What year is it?" *10 mins later* "What month is it?"]
Everest: "Don't say anything about Toronto, I know it's bad, I left."
Sydney: *makes a popping noise until Ven hits her* "Jeez, cranky."
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[L.A.F.F] Assorted Canon Things 2: Fancy Outfits
Ven, Bel & Pat
Hel, Eve & Syd
Cas & Skull
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[L.A.F.F] Assorted Canon Things 1: Makeup & Promo Outfits
Ven
Bel
Pat
Cas
Hel
Eve
Syd
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Heights (The Girls, André & Piper)
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980) Sydney Maxwell / Syd Lucifarian
"My masterpiece of destruction isn't complete yet."
Name
Full Legal Name: Sydney Fawn Maxwell
First Name: Sydney
Meaning: Variant of the surname 'Sidney', originally derived from place names in England meaning 'Wide Island', from Old English 'Sid' 'Wide' and 'Eg' 'Island'.
Pronunciation: SID-nee
Origin: English
Middle Name: Fawn
Meaning: From the English word 'Fawn' for a young deer.
Pronunciation: FAWN
Origin: English
Surname: Maxwell
Meaning: From a place name meaning 'Mack's stream', from the name 'Mack' (A short Scandinavian name 'Magnus', a Late Latin name meaning 'Great'.) combined with Old English 'Wille' 'Well, Stream'.
Pronunciation: MAKS-wehl
Origin: Scottish
Ring Name: Syd Lucifarian, Wrath
Commentary Nickname: The Rebel
Nicknames: Syd, Short-Stack
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 20
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: June 18th 1960
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Atheist
Native Language: English
Known Languages: English, Italian, Hebrew, Spanish, Chinese
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Entrance Music: 'Highway To Hell' - AC/DC (1980-)
Voice Claim: Ally Sheedy
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts
Appearance
Height: 5'0" / 152 cm
Weight: 100 lbs / 49 kg
Eye Colour: Heterochromatic Green & Gray
Hair Colour: Dark Auburn
Hair Dye: Mostly Dyed Bright Red
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 4
Piercings: Ear Lobes (Both, Triple), Helix (Both, Triple), Eyebrow (Both), Navel
Scars: Scars Over Her Back, Arms, Legs & Chest
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Lou Albano, George Steele
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Mr Fuji, Lord Alfred Hayes, Big John Studd, Don Muraco, Mike Rotundo, Iron Sheik
Closest Confidant: Sherry Maxwell
Mentor: Stephen Maxwell
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Stephen Maxwell (56, Father), Sherry Maxwell (55, Mother, Née Steele)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Sutton Maxwell (35, Brother), Sunny Meadows (32, Sister, Née Maxwell), Sunday Maxwell (29, Brother), Storm Moss (26, Sister, Née Maxwell), Sparrow Maxwell (23, Brother), Sinclair Maxwell (17, Brother), Silver Maxwell (14, Sister), Shannon Maxwell (11, Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Seven Maxwell (36, Sutton's Wife, Née Marsh), Sequoia Meadows (33, Sunny's Husband), Scout Maxwell (30, Sunday's Wife, Née Moore), Sawyer Moss (27, Storm's Husband), Salem Maxwell (24, Sparrow's Wife, Née Marlow)
Nieces & Nephews: Sage Maxwell (15, Nephew), Sloan Maxwell (12, Niece), Sidney Maxwell (9, Nephew), Shirley Maxwell (6, Niece), Sheridan Maxwell (3, Nephew), Shelley Meadows (12, Niece), Shelby Meadows (9, Nephew), Shaye Meadows (6, Niece), Shawn Meadows (3, Nephew), Selby Maxwell (9, Niece), Shanon Maxwell (6, Nephew), Sevyn Maxwell (3, Niece), Schuyler Moss (6, Nephew), Santana Moss (3, Niece), Shae Maxwell (3, Nephew)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Skull Lucifarian
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1978 (WWF Debut: 1980)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Street Fighter
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1978-)
Teams:
Family Fighters (Skull & Syd)
Violet Offenders (Ven & Syd)
Twisted Steel & Sex Appeal (Bel & Syd)
The Wild Things (Pat & Syd)
Twisted Sisters (Cas & Syd)
The Phoenix & The Phantom (Hel & Syd)
The Valkyries (Eve & Syd)
Regular Moves: Kick to the Midsection, Diving Leg Drop, Forearm Smash, Diving Splash, Chair Shot, Jumping Knee Drop, Pump Handle Slam, Dropkick, Diving Back Elbow Drop, Berserker (Diving Knee Drop)
Finishers: Ripped Apart (Double Leg Slam), Son of Sam (Sitout Suplex Slam)
Refers To Fans As: The Wrathful, The Wrathful Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980) Everest Norris / Eve Lucifarian
"I'm going to beat you, and then, I'm going to be better than you."
Name
Full Legal Name: Everest Raleigh Norris
First Name: Everest
Meaning: From the English name for the world's highest mountain, itself named after the British surveyor George Everest.
Pronunciation: EHV-e-rist
Origin: English
Middle Name: Raleigh
Meaning: From an English surname that was derived from a place name meaning either 'Red clearing' or 'Roe dear clearing' in Old English.
Pronunciation: RAH-lee
Origin: English
Surname: Norris
Meaning: Means 'From the north' from Old French 'Norreis'.
Pronunciation: NAWR-is
Origin: English, Scottish
Ring Name: Eve Lucifarian, Envy
Commentary Nickname: Green Eyes
Nicknames: Eve, Ever, Leigh, Lee
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 22
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: Canadian
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: April 7th 1958
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Non-Religious
Native Language: French
Known Languages: French, English, Spanish, Italian, German, Polish
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Aries
Entrance Music: 'Hanging on the Telephone' - Blondie (1978-)
Voice Claim: Catherine O'Hara
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Appearance
Height: 5'10" / 177 cm
Weight: 140 lbs / 63 kg
Eye Colour: Emerald Green
Hair Colour: White Blonde
Hair Dye: Front Strand Dyed Green
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 4
Piercings: Ear Lobes (Both, Double)
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian, Bret Hart, Jim Neidhart
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Bob Backlund, Hulk Hogan, Lord Alfred Hayes, Hillbilly Jim, Brutus Beefcake
Closest Confidant: Ida Norris
Mentor: Beaumont Norris
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Beaumont Norris (53, Father), Ida Norris (55, Mother, Née Weston)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Montgomery Norris (31, Brother), Sierra North (28, Sister, Née Norris), Elias Norris (25, Brother), Rocky Norris (19, Brother), Moriah Norris (16, Sister), Roland Norris (13, Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Whitney Norris (30, Montgomery's Wife, Née West), Lambert North (27, Sierra's Husband), Vale Norris (24, Elias' Wife, Née South)
Nieces & Nephews: Aaron Norris (10, Nephew), Tenley Norris (7, Niece), Yale Norris (4, Nephew), Skye Norris (1, Niece), Slade North (7, Nephew), Savannah North (4, Niece), Ross North (1, Nephew), River Norris (4, Niece), Percival Norris (1, Nephew)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Skull Lucifarian
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1976 (WWF Debut: 1980)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Build Up Fighter
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1976-)
Teams:
Family Envy (Skull & Eve)
The Killer Barbies (Ven & Eve)
Jealous Lovers (Bel & Eve)
Reality Chic (Pat & Eve)
Want & Desire (Cas & Eve)
The Purely Insane (Hel & Eve)
The Valkyries (Eve & Syd)
Regular Moves: Standing Dropkick, Hangman's DDT, Exploder Suplex, Inverted Headlock Back Breaker, Powerslam, Jumping Knee Drop, European Uppercut, T-Bone Suplex, Give-Up (Diving Crossbody), Green Eyed Grab (Gut Wrench Elevated Neckbreaker)
Finishers: Wheelbarrow Suplex, Give-It-All (Inverted Overdrive)
Refers To Fans As: The Envious, The Envious Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980): Casey Lloyd / Cas Lucifarian
"I'm gonna rip your guts out and eat them."
Name
Full Legal Name: Casey Ciar Lloyd
First Name: Casey
Meaning: From an Irish surname, an Anglicized form of 'Ó Cathasaigh', a patronymic derived from the given name 'Cathassach', which means 'Vigilant in Irish.
Pronunciation: KAY-see
Origin: English
Middle Name: Ciar
Meaning: Derived from Irish 'Ciar' meaning 'Black'.
Pronunciation: KEER
Origin: Irish, Irish Mythology, Old Irish
Surname: Lloyd
Meaning: Originally a nickname from the Welsh word 'Llwyd' meaning 'Grey'.
Pronunciation: LOID
Origin: Welsh
Ring Name: Cas Lucifarian, Gluttony, The Giantess
Commentary Nickname: The Ogress, The Carnivore, The Cannibal
Nicknames: Cas, Case, Cassie, Ciarán, C.C, Tall-Ass
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 26
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: Irish
Ethnicity: White (1/2 Welsh, 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Scottish)
Birth Date: January 17th 1954
Sexuality: Aceflux
Religion: Wiccan
Native Language: English
Known Languages: English, Scottish Gaelic, Irish Gaelic, Welsh, French, Spanish, Japanese, German, Italian
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Capricorn
Entrance Music: 'Dúlamán' - Clannad (1976-), No Music Prior To 1976
Voice Claim: Tamsin Greig
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Cardiff, Cardiff, Wales, UK
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: Carrickfergus, County Antrim, Northern Ireland
Appearance
Height: 7'0" / 213 cm
Weight: 250 lbs / 113 kg
Eye Colour: Turqoise
Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde
Hair Dye: Half-Dyed Copper
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 16
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Triple, Both), Helix (Triple, Both)
Scars: Scars Over Her Jaw, Back, Arms, Legs & Chest
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Rarely Drinks
Illnesses/Disorders: Autism, Anxiety, Acromegaly, Gigantism
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian, André The Giant
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Big John Studd, Hulk Hogan, Lord Alfred Hayes, Dynamite Kid, Brutus Beefcake
Closest Confidant: Morven Lloyd
Mentor: Rhys Lloyd
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None
Parents: Rhys Lloyd (56, Father), Morven Lloyd (57, Mother, Née Laird)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Kane Cairbre Lloyd (29, Brother),
Siblings-In-Law: None
Nieces & Nephews: None
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: David Finlay Sr., Myfanwy Scurlock, Wyn LLoyd Sr., Seren Melyn, Vaughan Lloyd, Olwen Melinydd, Trevor Lloyd, Llinos Saise, Rhys Lloyd
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1970 (WWF Debut: 1980)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Highflyer/Giant
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1972-)
Teams:
Celtic Warriors (Kane Lloyd & Casey Lloyd)
Family Feeders (Skull & Cas)
Cherry Bombs (Ven & Cas)
Beauty & Beastly (Bel & Cas)
Golden Boars (Pat & Cas)
Total Knockouts (Cas& Hel)
Want & Desire (Cas& Eve)
Twisted Sisters (Cas& Syd)
Regular Moves: Double Leg Drop (To The Gut/Groin), Diving Leg Drop, Sitout Inverted Suplex Slam, Plancha, Mulekick, Big Boot, Headbutt Feeding Frenzy (Wild Punches To The Gut), Organ Grinder (Dropkick), Hungry for Blood (Diving Clothesline), Consummation (Rope Aided Corner Dropkick), 666 (Tiger Feint Kick From Between The Middle And Lowest Ropes), Vampire’s Bite (Sitout Jawbreaker), Butcher’s Knife (Open-Handed Chops)
Finishers: Overfeeding (High-Angle Senton Bomb), Cheshire Grin (Inverted Facelock Neckbreaker Slam), Let Them Eat Cake (Banzai Drop), Giantess Splash (Splash Into a Pin)
Refers To Fans As: The Gluttonous, The Gluttonous Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) 'Monster' Heel
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980) Petra Zahradník / Pat Lucifarian
"I'm living proof that money can buy happiness."
Name
Full Legal Name: Petra Šárka Zahradník
First Name: Petra
Meaning: Feminine form of 'Peter', derived from Greek 'Petros' meaning 'Stone'.
Pronunciation: PEH-tra
Origin: German, Dutch, Spanish, Czech, Slovak, Slovene, Croatian, Bulgarian, Hungarian, Swedish, Finnish, English
Middle Name: Šárka
Meaning: Meaning unknown.
Pronunciation: SHAR-ka
Origin: Czech
Surname: Zahradník
Meaning: Derived from Czech 'Zahrada' meaning 'Garden'.
Pronunciation: ZA-hrad-nyeek
Origin: Czech
Ring Name: Pat Lucifarian, Greed
Commentary Nickname: The Princess
Nicknames: Pat, Pete
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 28
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: Czech
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: March 18th 1952
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Non-Religious
Native Language: Czech
Known Languages: Czech, Slovak, Polish, Serbian, Croatian, Estonian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Russian, English, German
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Pisces
Entrance Music: 'Money (That's What I Want)' - Barrett Strong (1976-), No Music Prior To 1976
Voice Claim: Anna Geislerová
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Brno, South Moravian Region, Czech Republic
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: Brno, South Moravian Region, Czech Republic
Appearance
Height: 5'5" / 165 cm
Weight: 145 lbs / 65 kg
Eye Colour: Chocolate Brown
Hair Colour: Ashen Brown
Hair Dye: Front 3 Strands Dyed Gold
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 7
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Triple), Snake Eyes
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Lord Alfred Hayes, Mr Fuji, Sgt Slaughter, Hulk Hogan
Closest Confidant: Libuše Zahradník
Mentor: Vratislav Zahradník
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Vratislav Zahradník (60, Father), Libuše Zahradník (59, Mother, Née Sýkora)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Zora Svoboda (40, Sister, Née Zahradník), Milan Zahradník (37, Brother), Vlasta Sokol (34, Sister, Née Zahradník), Radovan Zahradník (31, Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Ivo Svoboda (39, Zora's Husband), Svatava Zahradník (36, Milan's Wife, Née Pokorný), Gustav Sokol (33, Vlasta's Husband), Slavěna Zahradník (30, Radovan's Wife, Née Němec)
Nieces & Nephews: Vlastislav Svoboda (19, Nephew), Růžena Svoboda (16, Niece), Vladan Svoboda (13, Nephew), Radana Zahradník (16, Niece), Vítězslav Zahradník (13, Nephew), Miluška Zahradník (10, Niece), Václav Zahradník (7, Nephew), Milada Zahradník (4, Niece), Svatopluk Zahradník (1, Nephew), Liběna Sokol (13, Niece), Radúz Sokol (10, Nephew), Dagmar Zahradník (10, Niece)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Skull Lucifarian
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1970 (WWF Debut: 1980)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Showman
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1970-)
Teams:
Family Funds (Skull & Pat)
Dynasty (Ven & Pat)
Black Widows (Bel & Pat)
Golden Boars (Pat & Cas)
Blue & Gold (Pat & Hel)
Reality Chic (Pat & Eve)
The Wild Things (Pat & Syd)
Regular Moves: Diving Crossbody, Spinning Heel Kick, Springboard Dropkick, Springboard Plancha, Onehanded Bulldog, Missile Dropkick, Gold-Digger (Inverted Spinning Elbow Strike), Diamond Ring (Running Enzuigiri), Pin By Standing On Her Opponent
Finishers: Money Maker (Full Nelson Facebuster), Inheritance (Running Double-Knee Facebreaker)
Refers To Fans As: The Possessive, The Greedy, The Greedy Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980): Bellona Quiroga / Bel Lucifarian
"I've got my own type of Latino heat, you know what I mean?"
Name
Full Legal Name: Bellona Nydia Quiroga
First Name: Bellona
Meaning: Derived from Latin 'Bellare' meaning 'To fight'.
Pronunciation: behl-LO-na
Origin: Roman Mythology
Middle Name: Nydia
Meaning: Perhaps from Latin 'Nidus' 'Nest'.
Pronunciation: NID-ee-a
Origin: English, Spanish, Literature
Surname: Quiroga
Meaning: Originally denoted a person from the town of Quiroga in Galacia, Spain.
Pronunciation: kee-RAW-ghu
Origin: Galician
Ring Name: Bel Lucifarian, Lust
Commentary Nickname: The Body, The Babe
Nicknames: Bell, Bel, Lona, Lon, Dia
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 30
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: Mexican
Ethnicity: Latina/Hispanic (1/4 Mexican, 1/4 Guatemalan, 1/4 Cuban, 1/4 Honduran)
Birth Date: February 12th 1950
Sexuality: Bisexual
Religion: Non-Religious
Native Language: Spanish
Known Languages: Spanish, Portuguese, French, Italian, Romanian, Catalan, English, Romanian, Dutch
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Aquarius
Entrance Music: 'I Wanna Be Your Lover' - Prince (1979-), No Music Prior To 1979
Voice Claim: Salma Hayek
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico
Appearance
Height: 5'7" / 170 cm
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Eye Colour: Black-Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Hair Dye: Front 4 Strands Dyed Pink
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 4
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both, Double), Navel
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Mr Fuji, Tito Santana, Hulk Hogan, Jesse Ventura
Closest Confidant: Sarai Quiroga
Mentor: Borja Quiroga
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Borja Quiroga (62, Father), Sarai Quiroga (61, Mother, Née Quirós)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Israel Quiroga (33, Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Reina Quiroga (34, Israel's Wife, Née Quintana)
Nieces & Nephews: Ildefonso Quiroga (13, Nephew), Regla Quiroga (10, Niece), Gonzalo Quiroga (7, Nephew), Lady Quiroga (4, Niece), Duilio Quiroga (1, Nephew)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Skull Lucifarian, Borja Quiroga
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1968 (WWF Debut: 1980)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Grappler
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1968-)
Teams:
Father’s Joy (Skull & Bel)
The Vixens (Ven & Bel)
Black Widows (Bel & Pat)
Beauty & Beastly (Bel & Cas)
The Dream Team (Bel & Hel)
Jealous Lovers (Bel & Eve)
Twisted Steel & Sex Appeal (Bel & Syd)
Regular Moves: Suicide Dive, Springboard Moonsault, Snap Suplex, Frog Splash, Somersault Senton, Running Shooting Star Press, Corkscrew 450 Splash, Pendulum Backbreaker, Falling DDT, Belly To Back Suplex, Love Me Tender (Flying Neckbreaker), Personal Aphrodite (Reverse Frankensteiner)
Finishers: Sexual Healing (Double Underhook Facebuster), Fall Forward Single-Underhook DDT
Refers To Fans As: The Lustful, The Passionate, The Passionate Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980): Venka Tupper / Ven Lucifarian
"Everybody talks about Pride before the fall. I'm just glad they have my name in their mouths."
Name
Full Legal Name: Venka America Tupper (Born: Leach. 1st Change: Todd)
First Name: Venka
Meaning: Means 'Victorious', from Esperanto 'Venki' 'To conquer', ultimately from Latin 'Vincere'.
Pronunciation: VEHN-ka
Origin: Esperanto
Middle Name: America
Meaning: In the English speaking world, this name is usually given in reference to the United States of America.
Pronunciation: a-MEHR-i-ka
Origin: English
Surname: Tupper (Born: Leach. 1st Change: Todd)
Meaning: Tupper: Occupational name for a herdsman, derived from Middle English 'Toupe' 'Ram'.
Leach: Originally indicated a person who was a physician, from the medieval practice of using leeches to bleed people of ills.
Todd: Means 'Fox', derived from Middle English 'Todde'.
Pronunciation: TUP-er. LEECH. TAWD.
Origin: English. English. English
Ring Name: Ven Lucifarian, Pride
Commentary Nicknames: The Prodigal Daughter
Nicknames: Ven, Meri
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 32
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: English
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: August 5th 1948
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Christian
Native Language: English
Known Languages: English, Spanish, French, Latin, German, Japanese, Portuguese, Italian, Norwegian
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Leo
Entrance Music: 'You're So Vain' - Carly Simon (1972-), No Music Prior To 1972
Voice Claim: Helena Bonham-Carter
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: London, England, UK
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: London, England, UK
Appearance
Height: 5'6" / 167 cm
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Eye Colour: Light Brown
Hair Colour: Golden Brown
Hair Dye: 2 Front Strands Dyed Purple
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 10
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian (But will eat meat if she has to.)
Relationships
Allies: Freddie Blassie, Lou Albano, Skull Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Lord Alfred Hayes, Mr Fuji, Dynamite Kid, George Steele
Closest Confidant: Norma Tupper
Mentor: Driskoll Leach
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Driskoll Leach (64, Father), Regina Leach (40, Step-Mother, Née Wolf), Wesley Tupper (65, Step-Father), Norma Tupper (60, Mother, Née Todd)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Martha Colt )43, Half-Sister, Née Wilbur), Gareth Wilbur (40, Half-Brother), Madonna Bullock (37, Half-Sister, Née Wilbur), Frederick Tupper (35, Brother), Eric Tupper (29, Brother), Freya Bull (26, Sister, Née Tupper), Edric Tupper (23, Brother), Donna Buckley (20, Sister, Née Tupper), Earl Swift (18, Half-Brother), Candace Swift (15, Half-Sister), Duke Leach (13, Half-Brother), Sigmund Todd (41, Half-Brother), Eunice Doctor (38, Half-Sister, Née Todd), Prosper Tupper (17, Half-Brother), Edith Tupper (14, Half-Sister), Nicholas Tupper (11, Half-Brother), Cassandra Tupper (8, Half-Sister), Theobald Tupper (5, Half-Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Donald Colt (42, Martha's Husband), Sophia Wilbur (39, Gareth's Wife, Née Brock), Cyrus Bullock (36, Madonna's Husband), Reign Tupper (34, Frederick's Wife, Née Bird), Kinsley Tupper (28, Eric's Wife, Née Beverley), Cyril Bull (25, Freya's Husband), Judith Tupper (22, Edric's Wife, Née Best), Basil Buckley (19, Donna's Husband), Berenice Todd (40, Sigmund' Wife, Née Norris), Leopold Doctor (37, Eunice's Husband)
Nieces & Nephews: Diana Barlow (22, Niece, Née Colt), Arthur Barlow (21, Diana's Husband), Peter Colt (19, Nephew), Blanche Colt (16, Niece), Oscar Colt (13, Nephew), Rhoda Wilbur (19, Niece), Gabriel Wilbur (16, Nephew), Pearl Wilbur (13, Niece), Fitzroy Wilbur (10, Nephew), Oro Wilbur (7, Niece), Ferdinand Bullock (16, Nephew), Olive Bullock (13, Niece), Clarence Bullock (10, Nephew), Misty Tupper (14, Niece), Casimir Tupper (11, Nephew), Melissa Tupper (8, Niece), Albert Tupper (5, Nephew), Katherine Tupper (8, Niece), Winfred Bull (5, Nephew), Iris Bull (2, Niece), William Tupper (2, Nephew), Emmeline Reeve (20, Niece, Née Todd), Gerard Reeve (19, Emmeline's Husband), Conrad Todd (17, Nephew), Brava Todd (14, Niece), Bernard Todd (11, Nephew), Indigo Todd (8, Niece), Archibald Todd (5, Nephew), India Doctor (17, Niece), Chad Doctor (14, Nephew), Millicent Doctor (11, Niece), Neil Doctor (8, Nephew)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Skull Lucifarian
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1966 (WWF Debut: 1980)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Trickster
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1966-)
Teams:
Father’s Pride (Skull & Ven)
The Vixens (Ven & Bel)
Dynasty (Ven & Pat)
Cherry Bombs (Ven & Cas)
Lavender’s Blue (Ven & Hel)
The Killer Barbies (Ven & Eve)
Violet Offenders (Ven & Syd)
Regular Moves: Over The Shoulder Arm Drag, Forearm Smash, Leg Sweep, Chokehold STO, Keylock, Diving Somersault Evasion, Beheader (Neck Wrench), Lineage Ender (Standing Moonsault Double Knee Drop), Lion's Den (Crucifix Pin), Family Pride (Leg Trap Sunset Flip Power Bomb)
Finishers: Wish For This (Shooting Star Knee Drop), Flowing DDT, DDT
Refers To Fans As: The Prideful, The Prideful Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980): Driskoll Leach 'Skull Lucifarian'
"You don't know Hell until you own the crown."
Name
Full Legal Name: Driskoll Rex Leach
First Name: Driskoll
Meaning: Variant of 'Driscoll', from an Irish surname that was an Anglicized form of 'Ó hEidirsceóil' meaning 'Descendant of the messenger'.
Pronunciation: DRIS-kal
Origin: English
Middle Name: Rex
Meaning: From Latin 'Rex' meaning 'King'.
Pronunciation: REHKS
Origin: English
Surname: Leach
Meaning: Originally indicated a person who was a physician, from the medieval practice of using leeches to bleed people of ills.
Pronunciation: LEECH
Origin: English
Ring Name: Skull Lucifarian
Commentary Nickname: The King of Hell
Nicknames: Skully
Titles: Mr
Characteristics
Age: 64
Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: White
Birth Date: August 2nd 1916
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Christian
Native Language: English
Known Languages: English, French, Spanish, Latin, Italian, German, Polish, Portuguese, Japanese, Greek
Relationship Status: 3 Times Divorced, Married to 4th Wife
Astrological Sign: Leo
Entrance Music: 'Anarchy In The UK' - Sex Pistols (1978-), No Music Prior To 1978
Voice Claim: Alfred Molina
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: London, England, UK
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: London, England, UK
Appearance
Height: 6'5" / 195 cm
Weight: 260 lbs / 117 kg
Eye Colour: Ice Blue
Hair Colour: Jet Black, Greying
Hair Dye: Dyes His Grey Hair Black
Body Hair: Hairy
Facial Hair: Moustache
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 20
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Freddie Blassie, Lou Albano, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian
Enemies: Mr Fuji, Lord Alfred Hayes
Closest Confidant: Ryan Leach
Mentor: Malachi Leach
Significant Other: Regina Leach (40, Wife, Née Wolf)
Previous Partners: Primula Wilbur (70, Ex-Wife, Née Warren), Norma Tupper (60, Ex-Wife, Née Todd), Miranda Swift (50, Ex-Wife, Née Swallow)
Parents: Malachi Leach (96, Father), Serena Leach (95, Mother, Née Woodcock)
Parents-In-Law: Brendan Wolf (70, Father-In-Law), Luna Wolf (69, Mother-In-Law, Née Steed)
Siblings: Ryan Leach (70, Brother), Gloria Shepherd (67, Sister, Née Leach), Genesis Seward (61, Sister, Née Leach)
Siblings-In-Law: Gemma Leach (69, Ryan's Wife, Née Roach), Vincent Shepherd (66, Gloria's Husband), Victor Seward (60, Genesis' Husband), Silvester Wolf (49, Regina's Brother), Dulcibella Wolf (48, Silvester's Wife, Née Read), Dolores Pound (46, Regina's Sister, Née Wolf), Rufus Pound (45, Dolores' Husband), Lucius Wolf (43, Regina's Brother), Delicia Wolf (4, Lucius' Wife, Née Peacock)
Nieces & Nephews: Felix Leach (49, Nephew), Ciara Leach (48, Felix's Wife, Née Mutton), Carina Marshall (46, Niece, Née Leach), Curtis Marshall (45, Carina's Husband), Aster Leach (43, Nephew), Capri Leach (42, Aster's Wife, Née Lowell), Candida Lamb (40, Niece, Née Leach), Walter Lamb (39, Candida's Husband), Thane Shepherd (46, Nephew), Calla Shepherd (45, Thane's Wife, Née Kidd), Aurora Howard (43, Niece, Née Shepherd), Royal Howard (42, Aurora's Husband), Richard Shepherd (40, Nephew), Aureole Shepherd (39, Richard's Wife, Née Hawk), Aura Hartley (37, Niece, Née Shepherd), Reynold Hartley (36, Aura's Husband), Prince Shepherd (34, Nephew), Anima Shepherd (33, Prince's Wife, Née Hart), Angelica Harley (40, Niece, Née Seward), Oswald Harley (39, Angelica's Husband), Messiah Seward (37, Nephew), Alma Seward (36, Messiah's Wife, Née Harland), Vespera Harford (34, Niece, Née Seward), Major Harford (33, Vespera's Husband), Leroy Seward (31, Nephew), Merita Seward (30, Leroy's Wife, Née Harden), Velda Fox (28, Niece, Née Wolf), Laird Fox (27, Velda's Husband), Kingston Wolf (25, Nephew), Sarah Wolf (24, Kingston's Wife, Née Finch), Royalty Everly (22, Niece, Née Wolf), Kingsley Everly (21, Royalty's Husband), King Pound (25, Nephew), Royal Pound (24, King's Wife, Née Darby), Rhiannon Crawford (22, Niece, Née Wolf), Kendrick Crawford (21, Rhiannon's Husband), Joyce Wolf (19, Nephew), Raine Wolf (16, Niece), Henry Wolf (13, Nephew), Queen Wolf (10, Niece), Harold Wolf (7, Nephew),
Children: Martha Colt (43, Daughter, Née Wilbur), Gareth Wilbur (40, Son), Madonna Bullock (37, Daughter, Née Wilbur),
Frederick Tupper (35, Son), Venka Tupper (32, Daughter), Eric Tupper (29, Son), Freya Bull (26, Daughter, Née Tupper), Edric Tupper (23, Son), Donna Buckley (20, Daughter, Née Tupper),
Earl Swift (18, Son), Candace Swift (15, Daughter),
Duke Leach (13, Son)
Children-In-Law: Donald Colt (42, Martha's Husband), Sophia Wilbur (39, Gareth's Wife, Née Brock), Cyrus Brock (36, Madonna's Husband), Reign Tupper (34, Frederick's Wife, Née Bird), Kinsley Tupper (28, Eric's Wife, Née Beverley), Cyril Bull (25, Freya's Husband), Judith Tupper (22, Edric's Wife, Née Best), Basil Buckley (19, Donna's Husband)
Grandkids: Diana Barlow (22, Granddaughter, Née Colt), Arthur Barlow (21, Diana's Husband), Peter Colt (19, Grandson), Blanche Colt (16, Granddaughter), Oscar Colt (13, Grandson), Rhoda Wilbur (19, Granddaughter), Gabriel Wilbur (16, Grandson), Pearl Wilbur (13, Granddaughter), Fitzroy Wilbur (10, Grandson), Oro Wilbur (7, Granddaughter), Ferdinand Bullock (16, Grandson), Olive Bullock (13, Granddaughter), Clarence Bullock (10, Grandson), Misty Tupper (14, Granddaughter), Casimir Tupper (11, Grandson), Melissa Tupper (8, Granddaughter), Albert Tupper (5, Grandson), Katherine Tupper (8, Granddaughter), Winifred Bull (5, Grandson), Iris Bull (2, Granddaughter), William Tupper (2, Grandson)
Great Grandkids: Esmeralda Barlow (1, Great Granddaughter)
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Malachi Leach
Managers: None
Wrestlers Managed: Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian
Debut: 1934 (WWF Debut: 1980)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Technician
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1966-)
Teams:
Father’s Pride (Skull & Ven)
Father’s Joy (Skull & Bel)
Family Funds (Skull & Pat)
Family Feeders (Skull & Cas)
Eternal Rest (Skull & Hel)
Family Envy (Skull & Eve)
Family Fighters (Skull & Syd)
Regular Moves: Body Scissors, Double Leg Takedown, European Uppercut, Frog Splash, Headbutt, Moonsault, Belly To Back Suplex, German Suplex, Sleeper Hold
Finishers: Seventh Circle (Double Ankle Lock), Olympic Slam, Key Lock
Refers To Fans As: The People, The Peasants, My Loyal Subjects
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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