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Created on 2009-02-20 17:53:51 (#18752059), last updated 2009-11-28

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Name:	Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Contact:

sumeragi.subaru@gmail.com

Bio

WESLEY WYNDAM-PRYCEdiscedo: ( discessum ) to depart; pass away

STATS

[nick]: Wes
[age]: Late twenties/early thirties (I need to pick an age)
[species]: Human
[nationality]: British
[status]: Deceased
[residence]: Mansion by the woods
[previous occupations]: Active Watcher → Private Investigator for Angel Investigations → Head of Research and Intelligence at Wolfram & Hart
[current occupation]: Private Investigator for Angel Investigations.
[skills]: Superior knowledge of demonology, sorcery, and the occult. Gifted with understanding and/or translating human and non-human languages. Incredibly skilled marksman with both firearms and crossbows, and capable in melee and hand-to-hand combat.
[timeline]: Post-After the Fall
[4th-walling]: Message me first.

PEOPLE

QUOTES

[wesley]: There is a line, Lilah. Black and white; good and evil.
[lilah]: Funny thing about black and white—you mix it together and you get gray. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in, you're never gonna get anything but gray.

[angel]: They're all trying to bring us down. The perception is that we're weak.
[wesley]: No. The perception is I'm weak. That's why they went for me.
[angel]: They're wrong. You do what you have to do to protect the people around you. To do what you know is right, regardless of the cost. You know, I never really understood that. You're the guy who makes all the hard decisions, even if you have to make 'em alone.

[wesley]: The walls don't press in as hard when you can't see them.
[illyria]: But they're still here.
[wesley]: Yes.
[illyria]: All I am is what I am. I lived seven lives at once. I was power and the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god. Now...I—I'm trapped...on a roof. Just one roof...in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf. ...You don't worship me at all, do you?
[wesley]: And you really can't leave.
[illyria]: I...don't know. And I fear in any other dimension in this form I'd be but prey to those I knew. I reek of humanity.
[wesley]: Don't flatter yourself.
[illyria]: Your world is so small. And yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut yourselves inside; In rooms, in routines.
[wesley]: There are things worse than walls. Terrible...and beautiful. If we look at them for too long they will burn right through us. Truths we couldn't bear. Not every day.
[illyria]: We are so weak.
[wesley]: Yes. Yes, we are.

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