- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Lance Ward
█ AGE ▬ 24
█ NICKNAME ▬ Kemuri 煙 (If you only know him from business, this is the name he’s probably given you.) Lancey, Lancelot, Lan (Call him any of these and you’ll be on the receiving end of a boot to the face.)
█ GENDER ▬ Male
█ RACE ▬ Smoke Mage.
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Homosexual
█ OCCUPATION ▬ A common thug who dabbles in a bit of everything(except human-trafficking) Peddler of (maybe stolen) goods, rumours, and miscellaneous illegal stuff. You want it? He can get it, probably.
█ PARTNER ▬ None.
█ SLAVE ▬ None.
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Dyed Dark blue, with dyed ice blue bangs. Natural color is black.
█ EYES ▬ Bright blue
█ BUILD ▬ Short, about 5”6 and deceptively lean as he’s actually rather strong for his stature.
█ TATTOOS ▬ None.
█ SCARS ▬ Multiple small ones littered over his body, scratches, bullet scars, name it and he can probably point out one on his body.
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ None.
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ Venger [feat. Greta Link]
█ ▬ X.U.
█ ▬ The Wolf
█ ▬ Tokyo Teddy Bear
█ ▬ King
█ ▬ Sand Planet
█ LIKES
█ ▬ Hoodies that are way too big.
█ ▬ Being a total Tsundere
█ ▬ (Secretly) Being doted upon
█ ▬ Smoking.
█ ▬ Trusting his clients.
█ ▬ Money
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ The Slave system
█ ▬ Children and immature people.
█ ▬ Spoiled people.
█ ▬ Crownless
█ ▬ Traitors
█ ▬ Smoke Detectors, they always seem to go off randomly.
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ On the outside he appears rather happy-go-lucky and can usually be found with a smile on his face. A cool guy you can crack a joke with. That’s just for show. If you push him too much, that mask quickly shatters and his true colors will really show.
█ ▬ Either way, he tries to be rather distant, and picky when it comes to friends. He may act friendly, but he trusts few. It might take a while for him totally warm up to you.
█ ▬ Open-minded. He feels it’s not his place to judge people on their lifestyle.
█ ▬ Patient, it takes a lot to make him mad, but god help you when he does.
█ ▬ Cocky, he tends to be rather full of himself, and constantly overestimates his own power. He tries to pick fights with people a lot more powerful than he is.
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
The Wards were never the richest family, in fact, they were dirt poor, they were always on the brink of starvation, constantly sick, and generally lived in squalor. Ever since their real father abandoned them, they struggled to make ends meet. However, Lance learned early on not to complain. If he did, his mother would be sad, she would cry when she thought he and Oliver were asleep. That was the one thing he couldn’t stand more than any hunger pang. He knew his mother was doing her best, she worked long hours, and had to leave Oliver and Lance home alone a lot, her solution to this was when they were ten she gifted them both a matching dagger. Thankfully, they never needed to use them and kept them safely under their pillows. They didn’t stay poor forever though. Everything changed when his mother met met his new “Father”. She’d been staying out later and later for work until she finally sprung the surprise on Oliver and Lance. Lance’s first impression of the man was that he looked like a monster, tall, muscular, and mean looking, and it was clear, the man didn’t like him or Oliver. Over the years this was much more apparent, occasionally the man would hurt him and Oliver. There wasn’t much he could do though, he certainly couldn’t fight back, and the man seemed to make his mother happy, so Lance lied and said they got along great to his mother.
It all really started going downhill when Lance was around 16, six years after his mother met his ‘father’. He didn’t know what had started this series of arguments between his mother and father, but it was obvious whatever it was about, his mother sounded desperate. They always seemed to argue when they thought the children were asleep. Of course, being the curious teen he was, Lance listened in to one of their arguments. It seemed as if father dearest had finally gotten fed up with dealing with kids that weren’t his, calling Lance and Oliver “Useless” and “Delinquents”. Though he brought up some pretty valid points, Lance and Oliver were far from being good kids. They were constantly getting in trouble at school, one of their greatest heists including the flagpole and the entire gym class’ shorts. On the other hand, Waylon was a perfect little student. 10 years old and already pretty much a prodigy. At least his mother was sticking up for him and Oliver. Lance didn’t think much more of it and went back to bed that day.
That morning, he knew something was wrong immediately. His father sat alone in the kitchen, and stared Lance down as he came down the stairs. His mother had apparently left. It seemed during that argument, they finally reached the conclusion that the two boys were old enough to fend for themselves. Lance’s heart was beating a thousand beats a minute and time seemed to stretch on and on as he waited for the monster to say something… Two words. “Get out.” That was all the man had to say. Lance and Oliver knew this day was going to come eventually. Lance numbly went back up the stairs, woke his still sleeping twin and packed their things. Oliver had always been the more emotional of the two and was the one who cried the most. They didn’t know where they were to go, but they certainly couldn’t stay there. It was hardest to part with Waylon, but they figured he’d be safe with their parents, he was a good kid, he was going to do great things one day. So Oliver and Lance set off on their own, both 17 and had just barely finished high school. Needless to say, there weren’t many job opportunities for them.
Clearly, when you have no chance of getting a good job, what do you do? That’s right, you turn to a life of crime. Well, Lance did. Oliver actually found an honest job at a fast food place. Good for him. Lance was always happy that Oliver never got into his line of work, nor did Lance ever tell Oliver exactly what he did. Though this was just the small stuff, a few burglaries, a bit of ‘entrepreneurship’. It kept food on the table. It wasn’t the most glamorous lifestyle, but the two had hopes of saving enough for community college where they’d be able to finally find work to get them out of the slum.
Plans didn’t go as expected.
The day Oliver was taken is engrained in Lance’s head. It’s fuzzy, distorted and missing a few pieces, but Lance refused to give up trying to remember every detail. It had been storming that day, like a bad movie cliche. As the sky released its fury, the two brothers had been caught right in the middle of it. The twins fled down an alley to escape the downpour, joking all the way. They didn’t realize something was wrong until it was too late. A snapping sound alerted the two boys to the other presence in the alley. A man pointed a strange looking gun at them. Oliver, almost instinctively pushed Lance aside and told him to run desperately. Lance heard the gun fire and stick a dart into his brother. Not knowing what else to do, Lance panicked and used his smoke to fill the entire alley, this was before he carried around goggles and a mask, so he was left a coughing mess as he struggled to run to the other end of the alley. When he finally broke into the street he looked back for his brother, but he hadn’t followed. Lance went back in for him but could find no trace of him or the man. He was left alone. The smoke eventually cleared and the police were called, but Lance was just told there wasn’t much they could do for him and that this happened way too often lately… That wasn’t good enough for Lance.
It’s been two years since Lance lost Oliver. He refuses to let it go, no matter how many people tell him his brother is dead, Lance turns a deaf ear to them. He started learning to fight, he’s not the best, but he’s pretty light on his feet. He prefers getting up close and personal with a pair of daggers he kept from his childhood. Currently he does all he can to research those who took his brother, digging up what he can about slave trafficking groups like Crownless while keeping up his charade as the happy, wandering merchant.
█ ABILITIES
▬ Catch your breath.
During a fight, Lance is able to cover the battlefield in a thick smoke in an attempt to weaken his opponent, as the smoke would make it hard to breathe and hurt their eyes. The lack of oxygen can get so bad as to cause minor hallucinations depending on the person. However, Lance himself isn’t immune to his own smoke, which is why behind his scarf he keeps a pair of goggles and a gas mask that only covers his mouth and nose. (x)
▬ Now you see me…
When faced with a particularly angry client, occasionally Lance will choose the option to flee instead of fight. One way he does this is by gathering a large amount of highly concentrated smoke into his hand and throwing that on the ground to suddenly fill the area with thick smoke so he can make his escape.
▬Cool party tricks.
Other than filling an entire place with smoke, Lance hasn’t really practiced much with his power and doesn’t know if he’s able to do much else. You know what he can do though? Make little smoke animals that fly around and do tricks. With a bit more practice he hopes to make bigger illusions that could scare off attackers.
█ EXTRA
Lance’s face claim is Ayato Kirishima from Tokyo Ghoul
((I hope I did everything right, I've never rped on Gaia before so the format is a bit different than I'm used to! Please tell me if I did something wrong! ^^ ))
