Post by Lance Farrell on Oct 23, 2015 15:54:32 GMT -8
LANCELOT
FARRELL
FARRELL
22 ⌘ JUNE 21 ⌘ MALE ⌘ ORIGINAL
APPEARANCE
Lance is tall and lean. He has messy black hair and dark eyes. He dresses in layers. Often in darker earthy tones. He dresses in practical leather clothing, suited for traveling, as well as a roomy cloak.
He always wears an eyepatch over his right eye. Even when sleeping. He doesn't like his reflection, and feels uncomfortable having his facial scar completely uncovered. The scar from the accident is rather deep and runs from just below his lower eyelid, to the middle of his eyebrow. it's jagged, and there's more scarring around his eye from getting the blade out and treating the wound.
He always wears an eyepatch over his right eye. Even when sleeping. He doesn't like his reflection, and feels uncomfortable having his facial scar completely uncovered. The scar from the accident is rather deep and runs from just below his lower eyelid, to the middle of his eyebrow. it's jagged, and there's more scarring around his eye from getting the blade out and treating the wound.
PERSONALITY
Lance has a rather bright disposition. He tries to be light-hearted and cheerful even in the worst of situations. He's rather curious, and won't pass up the chance to go somewhere new. Lance can be talkative when he's comfortable, but he's a bit shy at first.
He's indecisive as well as stubborn. It may take him forever to make a choice, but once he does he won't second guess it.Lance can be overemotional. He cares too much about little things, as well as other people He is loud when he's upset, and has been known to cry easily. Even when he's angry. Calming down can take him a while, and he's often apologetic after getting worked up.
He isn't violent, and will try every other option before relying on his strength. However since the boy is a bit jumpy, you might end up getting smacked if you spook him. He also has a tendency to freeze up when terrified or confronted by some big scary person or monster.
Ever since the incident that cost Lance is wary of nighttime. He refuses to travel, and barely sleeps if he's out in the wilderness. His anxiety runs rampant. Almost every strange noise puts him into fight or flight mode.
He's indecisive as well as stubborn. It may take him forever to make a choice, but once he does he won't second guess it.Lance can be overemotional. He cares too much about little things, as well as other people He is loud when he's upset, and has been known to cry easily. Even when he's angry. Calming down can take him a while, and he's often apologetic after getting worked up.
He isn't violent, and will try every other option before relying on his strength. However since the boy is a bit jumpy, you might end up getting smacked if you spook him. He also has a tendency to freeze up when terrified or confronted by some big scary person or monster.
Ever since the incident that cost Lance is wary of nighttime. He refuses to travel, and barely sleeps if he's out in the wilderness. His anxiety runs rampant. Almost every strange noise puts him into fight or flight mode.
HISTORY
Lancelot was and only child. His parents had wanted a large family, but heartbreak after heartbreak they had given up on that dream. Lance came along late in their marriage. Even though they lived a rather modest life, he was in a way spoiled. After all, he was the only child they could ever have. Why wouldn't they coddle him?
From an early age Lance craved something more. Something more than the same boring old routine. The stories that were read to him every night had filled his mind with adventure. With curiosity. The boy often wandered away from their small cottage to explore the woods. It was serene, and safe. No one ever bothered them, so Lance really had no fear. His parents, of course, panicked every time their child would wander off out of sight.
As he got older the fears of some animal eating him, or him getting lost started to fade. But Lance's cravings for the outside world were getting worse. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he did know it wasn't something sedentary. He was barely 16 when the itch to leave his happy little life became unbearable. His parents didn't want him to go. Even if he was pretty much a man now they didn't want to let go. It still felt premature, and his mother worried he wasn't ready for the outside world. Yet Lance argued, how could he know if he's ready if he doesn't give it a shot? It was faulty logic. But as stubborn as he was, there was no talking him out of it.
He left early in the morning. More excited than anything to head off on his own. Of course, things weren't quite as easy as he had originally imagined. Finding work that wasn't frustrating was, well, frustrating. Especially seeing as the only skills Lance really had were sewing and basic farming. Farming wasn't really applicable in the city, and sewing wasn't something he cared to do more than necessary.
After a while, he started to become a bit desperate. Lance decided to look into things that he generally wouldn't go for. Violence wasn't something he ever enjoyed, but there was a certain pride to be found in becoming a soldier. So he decided to train and see what came of it. However, training isn't free. Nor is it necessarily cheap. And even with that there was no guarantee he'd make it. But he wanted to try anyways. What did he have to lose?
Lance ended up working and training under some less than favorable people. He'd be taught under him, as long as he did the man's errands and such. An apprentice of sorts. It all seemed simple enough at first. However, it was a shock to the system. Lance wasn't used to the amount of work and dedication these sorts of things took. So he faced a rather hard learning curve.
Three years had passed slowly. They were rough, but Lance had grown stronger physically, and had found himself used to the daily grind. At 18, Lance was also acting as a messenger of sorts. His mentor didn't like using birds that much. Sometimes they could be unreliable, so the next best thing was the person he'd grown to trust.
He was on his way back from delivering one of these letters when he found himself in one hell of a pickle. It was winter, and darkness fell rather early. He wasn't completely naive to the dangers of the back roads at night, but he was overconfident in his own abilities.
Unfortunately, the boy didn't have a chance to use any of said abilities. Before the thieves even showed themselves, they attacked. A dagger that had been chucked at Lance, dug it's way into his left eye socket. It happened fast. So fast that Lance didn't even get a chance to register the figure suddenly on the path ahead of him was a threat. The pain was the worst thing he'd ever felt. In fact, It was so intense, the rest of the beating that followed didn't even hurt.
When he woke up he was in an unfamiliar tent, his head throbbed and he couldn't see out of his right eye. A few hours after the attack, a wood elf scout had stumbled across his body. They initially thought the human was dead, but upon closer inspection he was still hanging on.
They took pity on him and brought him back to camp. The shaman's apprentice healed his major wounds to the best of their ability. But Lance's right eye was toast. The knife had also left one helluva a scar as well. They let him stay at the camp for a short time as he healed the rest of the way and adjusted to his damaged vision.
He couldn't look at his reflection at first, it made him want to scream. Then there were other issues. His depth perception was rather bad now. These things could get better with time he was told. Just be patient and keep moving on. Just survive. It was hard for him to believe any of it at first. After all, Lance couldn't regrow an eye with time. The unfamiliar faces didn't help matters either at first.
Slowly but surely he started to get a better grasp on things. And the elves started to seem less strange than he'd originally thought. A few days went by before he was able to finish the trek home. He promised that he'd find someway to repay them for saving his life. Right then, he had nothing. Everything of value that Lance had had been stripped from him by the bandits.
He returned to his worried mentor and continued on with his training. It was harder now that he had a major blind spot, but with time he could get used to it. At least, he hoped he would. At the age of 20 Lance started to feel that familiar itch. The urge to move on again. He scrapped his original career plans when he lost his eye, so why not go on a little adventure.
After all he had He had a handle on being half-blind, and was more than capable of protecting himself. So with that thought, he gathered up his few possessions, said goodbye to his mentor and headed off. In search of anything and everything. This journey he hoped would be a long one. A fulfilling one.
From an early age Lance craved something more. Something more than the same boring old routine. The stories that were read to him every night had filled his mind with adventure. With curiosity. The boy often wandered away from their small cottage to explore the woods. It was serene, and safe. No one ever bothered them, so Lance really had no fear. His parents, of course, panicked every time their child would wander off out of sight.
As he got older the fears of some animal eating him, or him getting lost started to fade. But Lance's cravings for the outside world were getting worse. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he did know it wasn't something sedentary. He was barely 16 when the itch to leave his happy little life became unbearable. His parents didn't want him to go. Even if he was pretty much a man now they didn't want to let go. It still felt premature, and his mother worried he wasn't ready for the outside world. Yet Lance argued, how could he know if he's ready if he doesn't give it a shot? It was faulty logic. But as stubborn as he was, there was no talking him out of it.
He left early in the morning. More excited than anything to head off on his own. Of course, things weren't quite as easy as he had originally imagined. Finding work that wasn't frustrating was, well, frustrating. Especially seeing as the only skills Lance really had were sewing and basic farming. Farming wasn't really applicable in the city, and sewing wasn't something he cared to do more than necessary.
After a while, he started to become a bit desperate. Lance decided to look into things that he generally wouldn't go for. Violence wasn't something he ever enjoyed, but there was a certain pride to be found in becoming a soldier. So he decided to train and see what came of it. However, training isn't free. Nor is it necessarily cheap. And even with that there was no guarantee he'd make it. But he wanted to try anyways. What did he have to lose?
Lance ended up working and training under some less than favorable people. He'd be taught under him, as long as he did the man's errands and such. An apprentice of sorts. It all seemed simple enough at first. However, it was a shock to the system. Lance wasn't used to the amount of work and dedication these sorts of things took. So he faced a rather hard learning curve.
Three years had passed slowly. They were rough, but Lance had grown stronger physically, and had found himself used to the daily grind. At 18, Lance was also acting as a messenger of sorts. His mentor didn't like using birds that much. Sometimes they could be unreliable, so the next best thing was the person he'd grown to trust.
He was on his way back from delivering one of these letters when he found himself in one hell of a pickle. It was winter, and darkness fell rather early. He wasn't completely naive to the dangers of the back roads at night, but he was overconfident in his own abilities.
Unfortunately, the boy didn't have a chance to use any of said abilities. Before the thieves even showed themselves, they attacked. A dagger that had been chucked at Lance, dug it's way into his left eye socket. It happened fast. So fast that Lance didn't even get a chance to register the figure suddenly on the path ahead of him was a threat. The pain was the worst thing he'd ever felt. In fact, It was so intense, the rest of the beating that followed didn't even hurt.
When he woke up he was in an unfamiliar tent, his head throbbed and he couldn't see out of his right eye. A few hours after the attack, a wood elf scout had stumbled across his body. They initially thought the human was dead, but upon closer inspection he was still hanging on.
They took pity on him and brought him back to camp. The shaman's apprentice healed his major wounds to the best of their ability. But Lance's right eye was toast. The knife had also left one helluva a scar as well. They let him stay at the camp for a short time as he healed the rest of the way and adjusted to his damaged vision.
He couldn't look at his reflection at first, it made him want to scream. Then there were other issues. His depth perception was rather bad now. These things could get better with time he was told. Just be patient and keep moving on. Just survive. It was hard for him to believe any of it at first. After all, Lance couldn't regrow an eye with time. The unfamiliar faces didn't help matters either at first.
Slowly but surely he started to get a better grasp on things. And the elves started to seem less strange than he'd originally thought. A few days went by before he was able to finish the trek home. He promised that he'd find someway to repay them for saving his life. Right then, he had nothing. Everything of value that Lance had had been stripped from him by the bandits.
He returned to his worried mentor and continued on with his training. It was harder now that he had a major blind spot, but with time he could get used to it. At least, he hoped he would. At the age of 20 Lance started to feel that familiar itch. The urge to move on again. He scrapped his original career plans when he lost his eye, so why not go on a little adventure.
After all he had He had a handle on being half-blind, and was more than capable of protecting himself. So with that thought, he gathered up his few possessions, said goodbye to his mentor and headed off. In search of anything and everything. This journey he hoped would be a long one. A fulfilling one.
EXTRAS
-He's allergic to bees, and carnations. Which is terrible because he loves both.
-He has a tendency to binge eat.
-Because of his tall stature and scarred face, one of the jobs he frequently takes when he needs money is that of a body guard. He has thought of being a sell-sword, but blood makes him queasy.
-He writes home whenever he has free time.
-Lance isn't a killer, and prefers to fight people off with a wooden staff than with a sword. He also has a small interest in magic.
-Lance is fond of amphibians, and had a bullfrog for a time.
-He has a tendency to binge eat.
-Because of his tall stature and scarred face, one of the jobs he frequently takes when he needs money is that of a body guard. He has thought of being a sell-sword, but blood makes him queasy.
-He writes home whenever he has free time.
-Lance isn't a killer, and prefers to fight people off with a wooden staff than with a sword. He also has a small interest in magic.
-Lance is fond of amphibians, and had a bullfrog for a time.
XEMMY
TOUKEN RANBU, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada as Lance Farrel
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