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 Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 2:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 2:59 pm
 Name: Lysander KinsleyGender: MaleOrientation: In DenialAge: 18 Patrol: N/ARank: RecruitAppearance: He's fairly tall, 5' 11 1/2", which he normally rounds to 6' because he likes to feel big. His hair is a medium-length mess of brown kept in some amount of order only by a pair of goggles strapped around his forehead. His hair is dull brown, contrasting his vibrant yellow-orange eyes and vibrant personality completely. He's built of lean muscle and looks somewhat lanky.Personality:Lysander is in no pickle when asked to speak his mind. In fact, he does it all the time without being asked. He's flirtatious to a fault and will probably jump at anything with boobs. Making friends came naturally to him, so he had many friends back behind city walls. He's charismatic, a good speaker, and could fool many into believing he was a gentleman if he had the inclination, meaning he can lie most outrageously. His hobbies, excluding flirting and making a complete a** of himself, are pretty-much anything having to do with physical activity. Lysander can be serious too, but doesn't like to be. To him, life's a game, and he's still in the "Mr. invincible" stage of adolescense.History: Lysander spent all of his childhood in blissful ignorance of everything outside of school and his wide circle of friends. His life in those times consisted mostly of gossip; which people had cooties, who liked who, and other such childish things, and attempting all things dangerous: sports, crazy stunts, and anything else he could think of. After several failed attempts of sneaking out of the city with those going to retrieve water and the new recruits that left at all times of the year (for what, he was either never told, or never cared to ask), in secrecy, he began building a ladder. Considering his age and lack of experience in carpentry, it was faulty and its only useful purpose was for firewood. Still, in the dead of night, he dragged the hopelessly big and surprisingly light piece of wood and propped it against the wall. Lysander's plan was that when he reached the top, he would pick up the ladder, prop it on the other side, and climb down without being noticed. What he'd built was not only too small, but while climbing up, when he'd stepped onto a poorly built rung, it broke and he fell a good 15ft.
When Lysander landed, miraculously, he'd only broken his arm. Despite his parents' reaction to this (millions of kisses from his mother and a thorough scolding and grounding from his father), they knew that he wouldn't be satisfied unless he could spread his wings, so to speak. Eventually, he was able to enter the academy and to his mother's dismay, moved from the house to pursue a career in the wolfriding arts. Post Color: #996666~Relationships~Family: ---Friends: ---Lover: ---
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 3:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 6:25 pm
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