(Alternatively: 'I couldn't come up with an actual working title so have this instead'. That and I don't think 'Some Jerk in a Circle' would be all that funny)
Anyways, uh. Here it is. Just tell me if it's good or if there needs to be improvements/changes, or if it should just be tossed into an explosive trash compactor or something okay
Name: Lawrence Gallis
Gender: Male
Age: Old 18
Race: Human, last I checked. Don't think you can really change
race overnight, as ridiculously amusing a story as that'd be. (also, born into Nobility, for clarification on that.)
Kingdom: Chaosville, Purplonia. And by that, I mean Derse.
Psychological traits:Lawrence is generally a rather calm sort of fellow, occasionally cracking a slightly dumb joke or saying something a bit on the odd side of things, all in all making him seem like a rather nice fellow with a somewhat soft voice. Though, he does know when to get serious, particularly during his studies and interactions with other members of the Noble Circle, in which he changes his tone of voice, speaks much more clearly, and generally acting a bit more, well. Serious.
In his free time, aside from practicing with his daggers and exercising to keep in good shape, he reads a small variety of books, particularly of the horror, adventure, and comedy genres, sometimes with two of those mixing together (or if he's lucky, all three, and it's done
well, to boot.), which has in a way helped expand his sense of humor, and has given it a bit more of a... morbid kick on occasion. Though, that really doesn't become apparent unless he's serioused up, or worse yet, feeling particularly mean-spirited, which fortunately isn't something that occurs that often...
Though, when it
does, Lawrence can be somewhat of a bastard as he will have no qualms tearing into his unfortunate victim.. that is if he doesn't feel like mocking them, particularly
while he's beating them down. Though, this has only really happened about two or three times, and only because some idiot seatrolls thought that harassing him was
such a good idea. When he's like this, he also likes to lick some of his enemy's blood off of one of his daggers, if an opportunity to do so permits.
And on a less disturbing note, one of Lawrence's favorite hobbies is cooking. Sometimes, he just likes to take a nice bit of time out of his day to thumb through a cookbook or two to look for recipes that he'd like to try his hand at making, and maybe, if time permits, try making them himself. He sees it as a nice little way to relax and get something to eat at the same time. He also doesn't mind cooking for others, especially if they enjoy it as well.
Physical description: Lawrence has dark, sandy blonde hair that stops around his neck and seems to spike out a bit in the back, while his eyes are a somewhat dark shade of amber. He stands tall at a rather imposing height of 6'3", though handy in its' own ways, does come with its' own little problems (Sometimes it just isn't a day until you smack into something that's hanging low.), and has a somewhat lean, toned body (Though nowhere near as well-defined as that of a trained soldier's.) due to the exercise he's done in his spare time, having wanted to keep his mind and body decently balanced.
His usual outfit consists of a slightly snug-fitting belted tunic, along with a large, somewhat loosely-fitted black mantle coat with a hood and wide sleeves, along with a pair of concealed daggers a pair of gloves and a simple pair of leggings with boots (Or at least what would pass as 'simple' among nobility.). Though, if for whatever reason the mantle coat isn't available, he instead dons a purple hooded cloak, usually with the hood up.
Background:When Lawrence was born, his mother and father had already planned for him to become a fine, upstanding military man, like his father and his father before him. They started to teach him the basics from the age of 3. The next three years went by uneventfully, until Lawrence, now a child of 6, heard something regarding a 'Noble Circle'. Something about those two words clicked together in his head, so he'd decided to look through various books in his spare time outside of training regarding those two words. A few days later, he had learnt of the Noble Circle of the Horrorterrors, that clicking turning into a spark... which lead him to approach his parents, and in the most serious voice his 6 year-old self could muster, asked if he could try and join the Circle instead. His parents, thinking that nothing would come of it, decide to humor his request, believing that he'll either be scared away by the Circle's peculiarities or quickly lose interest and resume his training.
To their surprise, Lawrence wasn't at all unnerved by the Circle, instead embracing them, taking the studies quite seriously. Though, not to the extent that he'd become a shut-in, no. Instead, he headed back home every once of a while to take a short break and spend some time with his family before going back to his studies, with this cycle repeating for the next couple of years. At around the age of 11, Lawrence started to use his free time to exercise and spar with his father to keep himself in shape, believing that even with the time he puts into his studies, there's no real excuse for him not to refine both his body and mind instead of just one over the other. Of course, he had also seen the Seer herself during his time there, even if he never did get a chance to talk to her. Regardless of that fact, he held her in high regard, confident that with someone like her around, Derse's future was sure to be a bright one. Then, at around the age of 15, Lawrence was fully initiated into the Noble Circle. He would, of course continue further studying along with whatever rituals he would be needed to perform, of course making sure to use some of his spare time to continue his exercises. And all was good for the next...
...Oh, about two years or so. Things quickly went straight to hell when the Condesce took control and her army had slaughtered the Black King, along with the few nobles who had dissented... among which were Lawrence's parents. The news of this had, of course shocked and saddened him, yet... also filled him with a profound amount of searing hatred towards those involved, the Condesce in particular. His anger only worsened as he knew there was quite literally
nothing he could do at that moment that would have any sort of an impact. Forcing himself to calm down, he returned to his studies, biding his time. Of course, when he caught wind of the rebellion, he went to lend his assistance to them posthaste, and from that point on, he would do what he could to help them in their efforts to bring that wretched demoness of a troll and her flunkies to justice.
Personally, if need be.
OOC: Okay, so. I don't know exactly what to say about my dumb 'ol self, but I am Dragoshi and I am an existent person-type deal variant. Not that that's my actual name, but eh. It's the net alias I've grown most accustomed to. I'm some 20 year-old dortwagon who lives somewhere around the South NJ area in the US. English is my first language, though to be honest, I sometimes feel that I'm quite mediocre at it. It especially doesn't help when I occasionaly drop entire words or (rarely) start hitting keys to the sides of the one I mean to hit, but hey! that sorta thing just happens, yanno?
I do hope that my ability to seriously RP forum-side in comparison to my IRC abilities hasn't atrophied too horrendously. Especially considering that I haven't done a forum RP in about... Oh~... five or six years. So I do apologize if I take a good bit of time to wind myself up.
Website: my tumblr is 1973s-finest (If you get the reference, good for you! \o/), but I have no idea why you'd want to follow
me of all people. You'd only come out of it with some pretty hefty damage to your brain cells, but. Eh. Your choice.
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