Post by lachlan conell on Jun 4, 2015 5:19:32 GMT
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[newclass=.tablebold b]color:#823030;[/newclass]Lachlan Keir Conell
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i am a SIXTEEN year old MALE PHOENIX. i am currently a SECOND YEAR. i am HOMOSEUXAL. a lot of people tend to call me LACH.
PERSONAL
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[ABILITIES]
• otherworldly link: the ability to perceive and commune with spirits
• superior speed
[PERSONALITY]
Lachlan was raised to be unassuming. Quiet in a crowd, and constantly observant, aggression was presented to him as the worst trait to posses and to encounter. After all, he was a phoenix. He was to be polite, and to avoid attention at all costs- even positive attention. That was his parent's ideal. Only then could they be assured he'd be safe.
Unfortunately, his parent's paranoia could not chase away his passionate streak, or his natural enthusiasm. He was a ball of energy. Once he trusted you into his inner circle, his inquisitive, adventurous side would take hold, and no amount of scolding could coax him back to safety. He lived to learn something new- would it hurt if he jumped from the swing? Could he break ice in the nearby pond to give the fish air to breathe? His courage and his imagination, in combination with curiosity, shaped his childhood.
Toss in optimism and a dose of superstition, an undeniable intelligence, and a propensity for blushing and stuttering in a crowd as introversion took effect, and you'd understand the simmering teen well enough. In short, if you let him be happy, his silliness wouldn't disappoint. But anger him, and his temper would reveal a more calculating side that always lurks beneath the surface. After all, not all his thoughts are silly, or happy for that matter.
• otherworldly link: the ability to perceive and commune with spirits
• superior speed
[PERSONALITY]
Lachlan was raised to be unassuming. Quiet in a crowd, and constantly observant, aggression was presented to him as the worst trait to posses and to encounter. After all, he was a phoenix. He was to be polite, and to avoid attention at all costs- even positive attention. That was his parent's ideal. Only then could they be assured he'd be safe.
Unfortunately, his parent's paranoia could not chase away his passionate streak, or his natural enthusiasm. He was a ball of energy. Once he trusted you into his inner circle, his inquisitive, adventurous side would take hold, and no amount of scolding could coax him back to safety. He lived to learn something new- would it hurt if he jumped from the swing? Could he break ice in the nearby pond to give the fish air to breathe? His courage and his imagination, in combination with curiosity, shaped his childhood.
Toss in optimism and a dose of superstition, an undeniable intelligence, and a propensity for blushing and stuttering in a crowd as introversion took effect, and you'd understand the simmering teen well enough. In short, if you let him be happy, his silliness wouldn't disappoint. But anger him, and his temper would reveal a more calculating side that always lurks beneath the surface. After all, not all his thoughts are silly, or happy for that matter.
The looks
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[APPEARANCE]
This phoenix's red eyes often blaze with emotion, framed by contrasting thick, jagged white hair. Usually layered and usually kept out of his eyes by luck rather than his haircut, Lach is one nod away from having to brush away his hair. Not that he seems to mind the minor inconvenience.
On the contrary, the pale skinned teenager has a practiced calm expression for strangers, devoid of the minor irritation, and just about all other emotions, besides nervousness or embarrassment when the calmness doesn't keep the strangers at bay.
To see more from Lachlan, you'd need to befriend him. Once he is your friend, he's got this quiet happiness about him in his calmest moments. He's the type of person who prefers a smile and who can let just about anything entertain him. The type who wears his emotions on his sleeve, and isn't hesitant to show fear, or affection. Also the one who will literally run from a bunny, if he encounters one.
This phoenix's red eyes often blaze with emotion, framed by contrasting thick, jagged white hair. Usually layered and usually kept out of his eyes by luck rather than his haircut, Lach is one nod away from having to brush away his hair. Not that he seems to mind the minor inconvenience.
On the contrary, the pale skinned teenager has a practiced calm expression for strangers, devoid of the minor irritation, and just about all other emotions, besides nervousness or embarrassment when the calmness doesn't keep the strangers at bay.
To see more from Lachlan, you'd need to befriend him. Once he is your friend, he's got this quiet happiness about him in his calmest moments. He's the type of person who prefers a smile and who can let just about anything entertain him. The type who wears his emotions on his sleeve, and isn't hesitant to show fear, or affection. Also the one who will literally run from a bunny, if he encounters one.
THE PAST
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[HISTORY]
Lachlan was born in Dublin, Ireland, to caring parents. On the outside they were quiet people who worked to be unassuming and well-liked. Sickly, almost, as if their current regeneration hadn't quite had enough time to strengthen itself, they weren't the type you'd expect to be rebels. They taught their son to be courteous and to keep his emotions in check- to hide them, when he could manage it, though it seemed particularly hard for Lach- and to always avoid conflict. As if the world were that simple. They kept him by their side as much as they could, constantly hovering as his inquisitive toddler mind took him from the living room to the edge of the block.
But, every deed has a consequence. For standing up against the oppressive vampire family in their town, the Conell family was slated to be eradicated. First, the mother. When her ashes littered the ground, the vampire offenders scattering them until they were invisible. Next, the father. His death was slower, but his ashes were kicked around with as much disregard as his wife's.
And then, the boy. He was all that was left of the troublesome rebel phoenix family. Lachlan was five then, desperately trying to brush the ashes back into a neat pile. It was an impossible task, but he kept at it, dragging his hands along the ground as if he had a chance of swiping past every inch. Tears tumbled down his cheeks, dampening the very ash he was trying to save, but he displayed no fear. Whether it was bravery, or indoctrination to believe that he couldn't fight back, it intrigued one of the vampires observing him.
If only he'd cowered.
The vampire would end up keeping the boy for himself, trapping him within the mansion his coven owned. The boy became his personal pet; protected by him, but also completely dependent upon him. Rather than raise him as Lachlan's parents had, the vampire set the five year old on the path of a rigorous self-defense regime. Anatomy was often taught with live victims- it became a game to the vampire.
The vampire would explain a weakness of the human physique with clinical accuracy, then exploit that weakness, reveling in the moments of terror from the human example as he showed off the sometimes lethal moves that could protect the fragile phoenix. Even if it wasn't lethal, those chosen for the lessons didn't survive long. The theory was that what the fragile phoenix lack in outright strength, he could account for with knowledge.
Everything changed for the vampire when trouble began brewing for friends in New York. The vampire was eager to go, to have an adventure. His pet, having spent eleven years in his care, wasn't given a choice.
Lachlan was born in Dublin, Ireland, to caring parents. On the outside they were quiet people who worked to be unassuming and well-liked. Sickly, almost, as if their current regeneration hadn't quite had enough time to strengthen itself, they weren't the type you'd expect to be rebels. They taught their son to be courteous and to keep his emotions in check- to hide them, when he could manage it, though it seemed particularly hard for Lach- and to always avoid conflict. As if the world were that simple. They kept him by their side as much as they could, constantly hovering as his inquisitive toddler mind took him from the living room to the edge of the block.
But, every deed has a consequence. For standing up against the oppressive vampire family in their town, the Conell family was slated to be eradicated. First, the mother. When her ashes littered the ground, the vampire offenders scattering them until they were invisible. Next, the father. His death was slower, but his ashes were kicked around with as much disregard as his wife's.
And then, the boy. He was all that was left of the troublesome rebel phoenix family. Lachlan was five then, desperately trying to brush the ashes back into a neat pile. It was an impossible task, but he kept at it, dragging his hands along the ground as if he had a chance of swiping past every inch. Tears tumbled down his cheeks, dampening the very ash he was trying to save, but he displayed no fear. Whether it was bravery, or indoctrination to believe that he couldn't fight back, it intrigued one of the vampires observing him.
If only he'd cowered.
The vampire would end up keeping the boy for himself, trapping him within the mansion his coven owned. The boy became his personal pet; protected by him, but also completely dependent upon him. Rather than raise him as Lachlan's parents had, the vampire set the five year old on the path of a rigorous self-defense regime. Anatomy was often taught with live victims- it became a game to the vampire.
The vampire would explain a weakness of the human physique with clinical accuracy, then exploit that weakness, reveling in the moments of terror from the human example as he showed off the sometimes lethal moves that could protect the fragile phoenix. Even if it wasn't lethal, those chosen for the lessons didn't survive long. The theory was that what the fragile phoenix lack in outright strength, he could account for with knowledge.
Everything changed for the vampire when trouble began brewing for friends in New York. The vampire was eager to go, to have an adventure. His pet, having spent eleven years in his care, wasn't given a choice.
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[YOUR ALIAS]
Hödekin
[CHARACTERS]
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[FACE CLAIM]
Hödekin
[CHARACTERS]
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[FACE CLAIM]
[b]to aru majutsu no index[/b], accelerator as @lach
