
- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Lester Knox.
█ AGE ▬ 31.
█ NICKNAME ▬ Less.
█ GENDER ▬ Male.
█ RACE ▬ Alchemist.
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Asexual.
█ OCCUPATION ▬ Weapons Expert.
█ PARTNER ▬ Single.
█ SLAVE ▬ No Slave.
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Brown.
█ EYES ▬ Gray.
█ BUILD ▬ Average.
█ TATTOOS ▬ None.
█ SCARS ▬ Too many.
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ None.
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▬ Dramatic as s**t.
█ ▬ Whiny as crap.
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
First off, I hope you fall on a rusty knife and get a new breed of super aids. With that said, I don't like people. I'm actually going for the world record of being the person to go the longest without talking to anyone ever. So if we were to ever meet that's probably why I'll be texting you from two feet away. Because the thought of having to open my mouth to communicate with you gives me cancer. So what's this thing supposed to be again? Oh. Right. History. My bad I got off topic already.
I'll start with little Less. That's me and I was a genius (COUGHnotreallyCOUGH). If you gave me a pen, a piece of string, and a rubber band I could find a way to make sling shots that would murder frogs at the playground. I was enchanting thumbtacks to go invisible until you made contact with them and slipping them in teacher's seats since I was ********' 11, son. As I got a bit older me and my best friend at the time found out that our bromance made girls really interested in us and being our friends. So me and him started to fake-date. Somewhere along the lines fake-dating turned into real dating and we were picking out colleges together trying to make sure we went to the same place since we didn't want to be separated. College was fun. It was alright. Lots of parties and friends that you replaced every year or two. I wanted to get a degree in enchantments so my schedule was always ******** full of bullshit runes classes and potions and magical theory and s**t. I sorta sucked at a lot to do with magic, but I always excelled a lot in enchanting. So it wasn't that big a deal, eh? Wrong. Turns out once your GPA falls too low you get kicked outta school.
I took some time off to work while my boyfriend finished school and he ended up using school to our advantage. I was still baller at enchanting s**t so when my boyfriend brought me a pen asking me to make it so when it was held under water it would absorb the water and change it to ink. A pen that never ran out. I was game for the challenge. I did it and him being so ******** determined to run his own business decided to turn me into his business. We began to enchant things for college students and found awesome ways to cheat, or simple quality-of-life hacks. His website was real popular in our area and I loved it since I had a use and didn't need to go back to university for anything. We really thought we were gonna turn our products into a business one day.
One day came sooner than we thought. And, well... It wasn't really our business. My boyfriend went missing for a week and when there was finally a knock at the door a fire mage was holding out a pen telling me to enchant it so it could amplify his abilities and shoot out bullet-like, small yet powerful, fireballs. Took me a while to do but when I finally did he realized they took the wrong guy. They thought my boyfriend was the enchanter so they'd kidnapped him when it was me they wanted. I spent most my twenties as a member of Crownless. They didn't really care what I did. I got a ton of money and had my own apartment and freedom to go where I pleased as long as I got them their shipments on time. It wasn't school supplies anymore. It was weapons. They had me enchanting and creating weapons for them each week. I was just a normal gang member. Sort of. Except:
Where's my boyfriend?
You can't keep him as an illegal slave ******** warehouse is he at? Where is he?
I want to see him. I have to see him.
Who has him? Where was he moved?
You can't keep him as an illegal slave ******** warehouse is he at? Where is he?
I want to see him. I have to see him.
Who has him? Where was he moved?
Complicated relationship status, you see. At 25 I got fed up. I went to the police and was closely trying to work a case for them to get him back and help me find him. I had to do it all while hiding that I was a member of the gang that was holding him hostage. I wanted to be specific. I wanted to tell them how the operations I knew about worked. But I couldn't. I couldn't let them know what role I had so I was forced into being useless and they weren't able to read between the lines and pick up the small hints I left between the words I said. Then the end came. Investigation called off when he was dead.
So, you know, that started my <******** THE POLICE phase. I stopped doing s**t for Crownless. They'd leave me items they wanted me to enchant and get them back useless. They tried to threaten me but after realizing they let my boyfriend die when they was who they were holding hostage they eased up, quite a few stopped showing up. It was a lot more humane than I thought leaving the gang would be. I up and rented out the old apartment I had in college. Some old guys still contact me but I'm in charge of myself. I'm no longer a hostage.
I dunno. I ******** off to become a hermit. You know? After my boyfriend died I began to have a lot of spirits coming into my dreams. I welcomed them. Some would talk to me about how I felt, others would take his form and tell me it's not my fault he's dead. I believe most spirits are real good guys. Since his death I've began sleeping more and more. It's normal for me to sleep 12-16 hours a day now. I get most my social interaction with spirits these days. I still had some connects for some clients I did some favors for so my number would be thrown around sometimes. I refused to meet with anyone though. I'd do my enchantments, find a messenger, then have the item anonymously be delivered. Everything I did was just continued through word-of-mouth and texts. How old am I? ******** 40 now or some s**t? I dunno. I live in my bedroom with a dog and try to go out as little as possible. I enchant s**t for rent money. I'm damned good at it. Just waiting to waste away so I can find a nice cozy grave to curl up and die in. If you feel like ending my life short, please, feel welcome to.
█ ABILITIES
▬ ENCHANTING
His specialty? Enchanting weapons. He's been pretty involved for nearly ten years and has created unique and customized weapons for people all across the city. If he has done an enchantment in the past, he can have an item replicated and delivered within 24 hours. If it's a new enchantment he hasn't done before he can spend up to a month trying to figure out how to make it possible.
▬ POTIONS
He's s**t at potions. Most them are not edible and end up just being alcoholic beverages by accident. He can't do anything else.
▬ CURSING
He's s**t at cursing. He used to try a lot, but backfires were common. He stays real far away from cursing items since he doesn't want to get hurt. Can't teach an old dog new tricks after all.
█ EXTRA
█ ▬ Less puts a shitton of time each morning into putting on make up to cover the scar on his face.
█ ▬ His eyes dim down while he's casting enchantments. He's most comfortable performing magic in the bathtub.
█ ▬ He can't enchant s**t unless he has spent a half hour to an hour drawing on his skin first.
█ ▬ He draws on his skin with enchanted ink that lasts about a week. So he has 'tattoos' that are always changing.
█ ▬ He sleeps 12-16 hours a day, thanks to allowing spirits to freely enter his dreams.
█ ▬ Less is extremely a**l about letting people see his face. He bought a motorcycle so he has an excuse to wear a helmet in public. Large scarfs, sunglasses, and bandannas are common for his fashion sense.
█ ▬ He needs glasses but refuses to wear them in public. He's too busy wearing sunglasses to try and look cool and hidden.
█ ▬ He's a huge math whiz. Numbers make sense to him and he's always got straight A's when it comes to math classes.