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| Alastor Khaine D'Lacreu; Wounds are only skin-deep | |
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| Chena | Nov 6 2009, 08:38 PM Post #1 |
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Your name or nickname: Chena, darlings. Your age: I do not want to share. :c How dared you ask a lady her age. Experience in roleplay: I've been roleplaying about four years now. c: Preferred Genres: Fantasy-- anything humanoid. I do fandoms as well. Character type: Human. Character name: Alastor Khaine D'Lacreu. Age: 28 Residence: A /small/ apartment in the slums-- What; it's true. He doesn't aspire to anything but. Description: Alastor is the slightest bit tall, at six foot one, and well built; reading and sulking, though his passions, is not his life-- and as such, he's not some pathetic, hunched back old man with barely the strength to lift his book and the remote. He is careful to keep himself in good health and good form; he runs often simply because he can and often must, whether it be to catch a kid that hit him with something or simply to grab something he forgot (for the fifth time). His dark brown, almost black, hair is always in a state of disarray, constantly tossed to the side from the wind or simply that he hadn't the energy to brush it in the morning. His eyes are always sleepy or alert-- it is always one or the other, there is no middle of the road. They're a sort of peculiar blue, dark navy -- he insists they're just black and gets rather flustered when the colour quality of his eyes becomes mentioned. It's odd, of course. Alastor has the left side of his face scarred-though whether his face was rended by some beast's claws or by some freak accident, Alastor will not tell. The (hypertrophic) scars extend from his lower eyelid, just barely pulling his eye downward, to his chin, leaving his lips in a permanent sort of down trodden look. Without them, Alastor would be handsome-- with them, he's an eyesore, a monster, a mockery of human beauty; his right side is still handsome, and so long as that is the visible side, he appears normal-- no, it's not until he turns his face so that one can see his left side does one realize why Alastor is distant. Another note is that he dares not hide his disfigurement under a layer of hair, nor does he slink about like a kicked dog, but rather shows it with a type of sick pride-- this had happened to him, yet he survived. Yet he lives, yet he thrives. Stares are met in kind; if one wants to gape at him, he'll simply look back. Personality: Alastor is not what one expects; he's not at all bitter about his scars. Oh no, quite the contrary; instead, he's grateful for them. He's a respectful, quiet individual; he does not scorn those who taunt him, does not mock those who fear him. He doesn't really care. He doesn't really care about much, though, and that becomes glaringly obvious. Alastor doesn't have it in him to loathe others - he finds it a waste of time - and instead just lets them do whatever they like; that doesn't mean he /likes/ them, oh no, but is most likely simply apathetic to them and their plights. Even the person that disfigured him-- he wouldn't be able to hate them either; Alastor has come to realize that his scars define him; without them, he would be so different that they could scarcely be believed to be the same person. It's amazing what the loss of one's beauty can do to an ego. As should be obvious, Alastor is distant; he is not angry at the world nor does he actively participate in it. The world is around him and constantly abuses him, yet Alastor almost seems to be entirely separated from it. Surprisingly, the distance between him and other individuals was not self-initiated, but rather from the other people that were-- what? Afraid to catch the scar? To catch the disfigurement? He had no idea. Just that no one ever seemed to want to be around him and, on the rare occasion someone found themselves forced in such a situation with no chance of escape, constantly leaned back and attempted not to breathe his air. He supposed that they believed he was too stupid to notice that they were doing so, but that was pointless; if they believed everyone was only as smart as they were, Alastor would have been moronic enough to realize that. ... Whoops. A moment of pessimism on his part. He frequently suffers from those, though; it's just a matter of seeing past them. Surprisingly, people that show an interest and treat him as if he were normal (which he is) find themselves in his good graces soon enough; Alastor is very protective of his friends-- or perhaps it would be better to say, "would be very protective,"-- and would do anything to keep their companions near to him and safe from harm. It could be said Alastor has almost a regal bearing about him, in the sense that the patricians do not care what the plebeians think of them; nor does Alastor care worth a damn what the casual on-looker thinks about him. The best description for him is firmly asexual; humans are either disgusted by his face or pity him; he wants neither in a relationship, so he chooses not to have one. Were someone to express a genuine interest in his personality and companionship, he would consider, regardless of gender-- he cannot bring it in himself to judge or disclude anything. Other information: If you have a character that you want me to tie in with Alastor's past (i.e., the one to scar him), that's fine. PM me. I honestly prefer it that way. Intro: Alastor narrowed his good eye - the bad followed suit, but slower, and he sneered in a brief moment of temporary annoyance; the facial expression had been imagined as a bitter smile, but the left side of his lip followed the same pattern as the left eye and obdurately refused to do what he attempted to make the muscles do. It was then he decided to screw facial expressions and merely laughed-- a soft, bitter sound that hurt even his own ears to hear; it was no laugh but instead a mockery of one, a bad caricature of what he once had sounded like, as his current face was of the one he had been born with. He shook it out of his shoulders, slowly at first, then with more vigor and a much higher speed until he felt better, the shaking acting as a catalyst to catharsis; he felt much better almost immediately and sighed softly, opening his eyes. There was a little slum girl there, tugging defiantly on her mother's hand, trying to stare at Alastor more; he could hardly blame her, as she appeared to be but five or six; she was too young for her motive to be cruelty, but rather it simply had to have been the innate quality of curiosity all human beings were born with. "Wait, mommy, wait a second!" She protested, digging her feet into the unbending concrete to the best of her ability, still sliding along as her mother shushed her and continued walking. "Stop it; you're being rude!" The young woman snapped; she could have been no more than eighteen, yet had so old a daughter. Alastor smiled in a way he hoped was kindly and approached. As he did so, he noted that the mother held her breath and he could not help but doubt the reason; perhaps it was not fear of his retaliation by her daughter's accidental offense but rather to his own aesthetically unappealing visage. He patted the girl's head softly as the mother hurriedly apologized enough times that the words were rendered ineffectual by their common-quality, but he shook his head in an attempt to be assuring. "It's fine. I don't mind." Crouching in front of her, he did not cease to pat her head; instantaneously, he recognized the look on her face that told him that she felt as though he was being the stereotypically condescending adult and he stopped, smiling instead. Suddenly, with the unpredictable quality children were wont to have, she was shy. "Hi mister." He returned the pleasantry and it was quiet for a few moments more until the girl suddenly burst forward with, "You're pretty mister, except for this." Almost entirely fearless again, she reached out and patted his scarred cheek, still smiling. He blinked in surprise as her mother flushed darkly, again muttering too many hurried apologies. He again responded with a sure shake of the head before laughing in pure amusement; the little girl thought nothing that others did not, save that she had the confidence, or in better terms, the naïveté of a child, to say it. "We-we'd better be going," The mother told the girl, who again protested-- but this time, mother would have none of it and dragged her along by her hand. "You're the one who wanted to see the carnival, Manon." "Manon?" He spoke softly, unsure of what would result from uttering it; whatever he was expecting, the girl turned her head, still being dragged by her mother. "Yeah, mister?" She blinked owlishly, and her mother couldn't help but turn her head as well. "Carnival?" He used the same unsure tone to utter this, but louder again. "Yes, a carnival. It-it just recently came to town." The mother waited no longer, pulling Manon after her. Alastor felt himself drawn to the carnival and followed mother and daughter towards it. I do realize there's quite a bit of dialogue, it was merely the easiest way to get his personality across. P: |
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| Savitar | Nov 7 2009, 08:55 PM Post #2 |
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{x}----Congratulations!! Alastor Khaine D'Lacreu has been accepted as new character on Thorny Towers. My, what a charming fellow you've got here. I'm thoroughly enjoying our new cast as they come along and I can see that Mr. D'Lacreu is going to make for quite some interesting stories. I'll admit, your writing style jarred me at first. I was all revved to write about grammatical errors but I took a nice swig of my coffee to wake up a bit more and all was well. xD It's got a lovely flow to it that compliments Alastor's personality well. Whether you intended that, I'm not sure. But I like it all the same. Your character will be listed in the Roll Call, at which time you can create a profile to be linked to. Please feel free to register with your desired username and begin roleplaying. |
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