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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:36 am
Character name: Lawrence Weiman
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: [x]
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Emotionless, Cold, Distant, Multiple Personas, Unpredictable
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? The only ships he has exist solely in his own mind.
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Something toxic that looks like something harmless.
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Playing the Piano.
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Arts
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Innocence, Arrogance, Greed, Strong emotion, Gentleness, Concern, Love
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) He is a quick learner, he is observant, he will be anything people want for a specific duration, he will tolerate a lot.
What are your character's personality flaws? His complete lack of strong emotion and subsequent lack of a moral barometer
What is your character's favourite colour? White
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: A changeling demon.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? As the opposite gender he would look much the same as he presently does except with breasts and softer features. His hair would still be cropped. He'd still don disguises.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? With ruthless disregard for personal feelings and emotional frailty.
Who does your character look up to? No one but himself.
What is a great weakness of your character? His ego.
What are their favourite foods? Small, exceptionally cruel and fine cuisine.
Favourite fashion style? Expensive, neat and businesslike.
Favourite minipet? A dead one. Failing that any one that America cares about.
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? The too good to be true ally who either murders half the party or makes off all the supplies
Describe your character as a mythical creature: A true fae. All illusions and false promises with potential neutrality which could end up beneficial or the ultimate downfall of a person.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain I have no idea.
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Back to his con ring in Florida.
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? That he believes he's in love.
63. Unexpected
34. Escape
60. Liar
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:45 am
63. Unexpected
He had to stagger back to his room. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to stagger anywhere, when he moved it was always deliberate and precise. Pre-meditated was a descriptor which could be readily applied to almost all of his activities. Having his legs feel weak and wobbly under him, adrenaline leaving his frail frame rattled and shivering was an entirely novel experience. Every step was preceded and followed by a crescendo of pain and he could feel the rent tears in his skin where her nails had dragged sting in the dry air of the dormitories. In the dark it hadn’t mattered, all that had mattered was rising to meet the anger and desperation, to unfurl his wings and show that he was equal to the creature she was. In the fluorescent and stark light of the facility it became clear that despite all aspirations to the contrary, his body was still human and flawed.
He hadn’t expected the ferocity in the interaction, in their close twisted contact. He’d expected it from her, she wore anger like a crown, it was the response in himself which left him as shaken as the adrenaline which still strummed his veins. Had it been anger? Or had it been nothing more than a mirrored response, hollow imitation of true emotion. He suspected unfortunately the latter, in the moment he’d allowed himself to become a parody of her, the way he so readily did, it hadn’t penetrated to the self below the others. At least, not entirely. He’d come close, there had been a moment in their tryst where he felt like he’d been pressed up against the glass walls of his mental prison and could feel the warmth that was her beyond it.
He eyed himself in the mirror and recoiled at the sight that met him, scratches and bruises marred his almost translucent skin and there was a moment of fluttering panic in his chest when he wondered if he would have to contend with scars.
And the relief though shallow as the fright that preceded it was enough to make him laugh, rough around the edges from strangled words held back in the dark. Laugh because he was more than human in body now as well as mind and elated in the realization that if she wanted to mar the divine, she was going to have to work much, much harder than that.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:12 pm
34. Escape
They were coming for him. He’d been expecting it all his life, right from the moment he first learned you could lie and get away with it, the childish expectation that one day surely someone would realise and there would be repercussions. Except it had never happened. Years and years had passed and the consequences had never been heavy enough to make him want to stop. Now it seemed like he would face prison time. It would be inconvenient and he doubted that he would enjoy incarceration at all, it simply wasn’t his scene. He’d leave it to other people.
The boarding announcement rung out at the gate as a pretty young thing informed them that zone one was now boarding. Zone one was him, he only ever travelled in style. There was a very real danger that they might stop him at any point in the process, that the government might actually display some competence. But he wasn’t afraid, he had never been afraid.
There’d be no going back, Susan would have to make her way in things alone. There would probably be debts. There would probably be mandatory wage deductions. There would be a long long road ahead.
He looked out the window as they left Britain behind and hoped that he’d been worth it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:35 pm
60. Liar
Fading away, piece by piece a mere shadow of herself. And he felt nothing but disgust towards the frailty of the woman and some hollow impotent rage at the fact he by all rights felt like he should feel more.
“Jag älskar dig älskling” she said, her breath hardly a whisper. I love you darling.
“Jag älskar dig också.” I love you too
It was a lie.
But it was his gift to her.
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Baneful rolled 1 100-sided dice:
43
Total: 43 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:23 pm
43. Insanity
He wasn't mad. He was certain of it, he felt it undeniably. The psychologists he'd been to, more out of curiosity than anything else had listed any number of conditions that had applied to him. Blunted affect, possible schizophrenia, psychopathy, sociopathy. And yet none of them had been willing to or able to give him answers, only questions.
He wasn't mad, he was the single sane and superior creature in a world of emotional idiots.
It could never be considered madness.
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Baneful rolled 1 100-sided dice:
42
Total: 42 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:58 pm
42. Moral
Margaret had no children, no family, her life had been fraught with hardships and strife and she'd come to be alone with her cats. She'd turned to the psychic helpline she found for advice on how to help mittens, her fussy cat to eat and their spiritual relationship had gone from there.
When she got sick, he informed her of the effect of psychic healing over traditional medicine.
When she died, she left him his cats and a great deal of money.
He did not feel bad.
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Baneful rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:05 pm
84. Hunger
Lawrence was always hungry. He couldn't remember what it felt like to have his body be satisfied. Whenever he ate the gnawing hunger went away and he was left adrift, with no real connection to himself. Starvation felt like discipline and was often necessary to maintain whatever appearance he was aiming for at that moment in time in an exact fashion.
Food never really satisfied him anyway, even if he ate the most expensive food, even if he pursued the rarest delicacies, it didn't matter. It was all simply a pointless distraction.
His real hunger was for something he didn't understand.
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