Post by LUCUS ROY ROSWELL on Apr 18, 2013 23:41:18 GMT -5
* lucus r. roswell ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Lucus Roy Roswell
NICKNAMES Luke
DATE OF BIRTH October, 17th.
AGE Nineteen.
GRADE/YEAR Sophomore
ELEMENT Wind
SEXUALITY Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Gaspard Ulliel
EYE COLOUR Blue with specks of green
HAIR COLOUR Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'10 & 130
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES A round scar just above his left eyebrow
CLOTHING STYLE Always seen in jeans and often with some sort of worn over shirt or jacket. His undershirts are always loose and often in shades of black, white or grey. If its too hot for an over shirt or jacket he will often wear a buttoned up t-shirt.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Social
- Cheerful
- Positive
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Secretive
- Rude
- Cowardly
LIKES
- Gossip
- Music
- Stealing
- Jokes and pranks
- Chocolate
- Starting fights
DISLIKES
- Personal questions
- Sitting still
- Reading and writing
- Technology
- Being Overpowered either physical or by social status
STRENGTHS
- Often can talk his way out of trouble
- Charming and rarely loses his temper
- Quick with his feet when his mouth doesn’t save him
WEAKNESSES
- Poor at retaining friends
- Physically weaker than most people
- Has a very hard time with most electronics
- Protects his own bottom and rarely others. In other words: Cowardly
FEARS
- Fire
- Commitment to anything
- Being relied on
BEST MEMORY
Hiking through the mountains with his 'father'. He loved the fresh air, the heights and freedom. It was one of the only times he actually respected the old man.
WORST MEMORY
Living in the foster home. The memory of his fathers death was painful, and his mothers alcohol abuse was frightening. Yet in the end, Luke felt more afraid and lost during his time in the foster home. He was certain his life was damaged beyond repair. He had fallen so hard he would never be able to get back onto his feet again. Luckily, he had been long but the fear and pain still burned his memory.
LONG-TERM GOAL
To make it through school and secure a job to get him through the rest of his life. He's aware that goal may change someday but just getting through life seems like a task all in its own.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Anglia Abigale Roswell (39), Welfare/ Nightclubs.
FATHER James Roy Roswell (43), Electrician (deceased)
SIBLINGS N/A
OTHER Grandmother, Sarah May Roswell (67)
HISTORY
To put it simply, Luke doesn't remember his past. Everything he was or knew before the age of 8 became nothing more than a blank canvas. Doctors claimed he had mentally blocked his past to protect himself from emotional trauma. Luke wasn’t sure if this was true or not, but had no choice but to believe what he was told.
It all began with a forest fire on a hot summer afternoon. The fire had quickly grown, its massive body engulfing and burning down more half of forest. Most claimed it was lucky the fire had been controlled soon enough to keep the fire from reaching any nearby towns. It wasn't until late that night that helping hands found Luke's body laying safely at the edge of the forest. Though his body was covered with ash and small licks from the fire, Luke had managed to escape the infernal with nothing more than a bump on the head.
With no ID Luke spent the first day in the hospital alone and asleep. When he awoke early the next morning he had no memory of who he was or why he had been in the forest on the day of the fire. The only memory he had was a glimpse of red. This was by far the most frightening time in Luke’s life. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. The police, doctors and nurses all assured him that they would be doing everything they could to find his parents. A day later his parents were finally found.
It turned out his mother, father and himself had been on vacation on Rattlesnake Island. As usual, Luke had been off adventuring when the fire they were calling ‘the Okanagan Mountain Park fire’ had broken out. The cause had been a lightening strike during a lightning storm. When the evacuation was taking place, his parents had been unable to find him. They had thought the worst, but refused to stop searching for him. Luckily a missing person list in a local station had picked up Luke. He had been found near the Gemmill Lake Trail and brought to the nearest hospital. No one ever figured out how he had managed to get there. Or at least, no one admit it. His parents had an idea.
He had spent his years getting treatment for his condition and attending school. Though his memory never returned, he had a pretty happy childhood. Perhaps not one of a normal person, but he and his family weren’t normal and it wasn’t just because of his head injury. It had been explained to him that held a special power. A power to control the wind. Thus he was sent to a special school that would not only teach him the things you needed to know in life, but also the things about his power. It was something he enjoyed but had very little attention for. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a smart kid, he just simply got bored very quickly. This caused him to get into a lot of rouble. Luckily his father was good at keeping him in line. Throughout school Luke was always one with few friends yet always surrounded by people. The class clown is what most called him. He always had a smile upon his face and some sort of joke or prank to play
It was around the age of fifteen that Luke lost his father. He had fallen to a heart attack which they later found was caused by a cardiovascular disease. It had been unexpected and his father’s life had been taken before he could make it to the hospital. With his father’s death, Luke’s mother fell into a deep depression. That depression led into the abuse of alcohol and the struggle to keep the family in a home. Luke quickly learned that his mother was not going to be able to support him on her own and so he found himself stealing to make a living. Sadly that landed him in and out of jail frequently when he wasn’t off at school. In school his grades were quickly dropping and most years he just managed to squeak by.
It wasn’t until his Luke was taken from his mother and sent to an foster home for children that things began to change again. His mother had been deemed unfit to care for him and he was causing too much trouble as a juvenile. He hadn’t been there long when his Grandmother, Sarah May Roswell had been contacted. It was by the pleading of his mother that his grandmother stepped in but it took time to get Luke out of the foster home. Eventually both he and his mother were sent to live with his Grandmother and Luke found life to be more like the days when his father was alive. Sort of. He was getting in less trouble and his Grandmother was rather strict. She had a habit of keeping him busy which gave him very little time to himself. Her methods seemed to work though as his marks in school gradually got better. Old habits did die hard and Luke never completely stopped stealing. Either it was luck or he was getting better at it, Luke didn’t end up getting caught again.
Next thing he knew he was finishing high school and enrolling for college. His Grandmother had highly suggested he go and eventually won the argument with ‘It’s what your father would have wanted’. He had decided to undertake studies as an electrician like his father though took the extra credits to improve on is elemental powers. Most of the funds were being taken care of by his Grandmother but she had insisted he obtain a job for the weekends. With her help, he managed to get a job working in a small Convenience Store near his residence.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Leaf
YOUR AGE I'm 26
RP EXPERIENCE Been off and on role-playing for about 15 years.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Proboards Ad
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLEAs
the man explained who he was, tree questions instantly popped into Sen’s head. Why in the devils name would anyone care if someone cut down trees? With the amount of resources the humans took from the world already, would it really make that much of a difference? There was no point worrying about an inedible doom. Secondly, why were some humans so set on keeping complete strangers alive while others were capable of killing their own blood? Lastly, why would this man stop people from jumping? If they really wanted to die, why not let them? Human’s truly were confusing little creatures.
“Sounds more like a boring job to me,” Sen replied with a goofy grin filling his face, “But I guess someone has to do it, am I right?” No, no someone did not have to do it. It seemed like a huge waste of time. Though perhaps if this man wasn’t in his way, Sen wouldn’t feel it was as much of a waste of time.
The grin on Sen’s face suddenly vanished as Rainier bluntly asked him what his intentions at the gorge were. That question was answered with nothing but silence for a short while. It was as if Sen’s mind had suddenly stopped working because it had gone completely blank. Luckily for him, his mouth once again saved him and words began to spill past his lips.
“Well you see, I’ve killed a woman.” He blurted out, a hint of sarcasm hanging onto each word, “Was going to dump her body in the river. I don’t seem to be very good at ditching bodies though. Seems I’ve forgotten to bring it with me.” It was, of course, all a lie. He hadn’t killed anyone and he certainly didn’t have a body to ditch. It was such a waste to murder humans. They could be used for so much more.
When Sen finished speaking, the grin once again returned to his face. He was quite pleased with his answer. He found it witty and amusing though it was hard to tell if the older man would enjoy it. Humans were hard to read on those sorts of things.
“Seriously though, I don’t feel the need the share my ‘true intentions’ for coming here. At any rate, they aren't of your concern. After all, sir, I don’t even know your name. My mother always told me I shouldn’t give personal information to strangers.” Sen had no mother. At least none that he ever met or known. But a girl he once met had told him that before. It seemed like a fitting thing to say now. “Why don’t we play a game. For every question you answer of mine, I’ll answer a question of yours. Sound fair? Of course it does. How about we start with your name.” Sen really did love playing games. Especially ones that allowed him to dig into peoples personal lives. Ohhh he truly hoped the man would play along. It had been such a long time since Sen had someone older to play with.
(A Post I made on 'Dance with the Devil' Luke is based off my character Sen so I thought it would be suiting.)
