Lancelot Du Lac

[camena]

lancelot du lac



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS CAMENA
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 22 YEARS
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR FOUR YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE N/A
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] lancelot du lac
NICKNAMES: lance (call him lancelot, and you will pay)
AGE: eighteen
GENDER: male
RACE: merman
CLASS: B
PLAY BY: KAITO; vocaloid[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] blue
HAIR: azure (for variation) -- who knows where this comes from, hair dye or is it natural? either way, he keeps it stylishly tousled, or “sea-swept” in his terms.
SKIN: ...pale ivory? beige? whatever skin color is that one haves from living under water?
BODY: the ideal body of a swimmer -- muscular, streamlined, lithe, and sinewy.
UNUSUAL: asides from having scales, a fish tail, and blue hair? not really.
OTHER FORM: the man, the merman
APPEARANCE: lance’s most notable feature would be his eyes; they gleam whether they’re in the dark or whether he’s underwater -- they seem to glow an eerie azure with hints of periwinkle which reflect the sea itself. those cobalts give meaning to the phrase “drowning in eyes.” he looks upon others with carelessness or perhaps a sort of distaste as the corner of his lips are hung in a forever down-curve save for the times when they smirk in arrogance or when he feels particularly pleased with something unorthodox.

he dresses well, stylishly, much like how his hair is always stylish -- never messy, but there is orderly chaos: perhaps a dress shirt, but not buttoned all the way or probably untucked, designer jeans with a few frays, a jacket with its sleeves rolled up... His saunter also matches his choice of dress; he walks with proper posture, unslouched, but with a certain nonchalance that brushes across the air about him as his face dawns an almost-scowl. Tense relaxation.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b] he loves water or moreso the ocean; he is awe at its majesty at its power -- the ocean is one of the only things he respects as the sea gives life and takes it. it would only make sense that he finds rain highly pleasing, but not the disgusting mistiness that sometimes occurs, the full-blown storms are his favorites. diets of fish and the occasional human land-flesh were getting a tad boring, lance enjoys the variety of food he finds upon land, especially sweets and salty foods. he’ll let you guess what else would be one of his favorites -- it’s related to the ocean. believe it or not, lance prefers an environment of serenity preferably the sea-side as opposed to the noisiness of hallways and the hustle and bustle of crowded areas. and who could every pass up beauty?
DISLIKES: fire or just about anything hot that would burn his tongue (and this includes spicy foods); being a merman didn’t exactly tailor this condition to the positive end. lance cannot stand anything that is putrid in smell or tasteless in style -- style in regards to personality, dress, and killing. idealism and naivety don’t particularly float his boat either.
STRENGTHS: great swimmer and extremely agile -- he’s got fins and all and even without them he’d destroy any top-notch athlete, and while in or out of water his art of seduction is unparalleled, or at least...it works convincingly enough as it is part of racial abilities to drown people. along with his ability to manipulate water, he can create ice sculptures with remarkable precision and can replicate anything, be it weapon or animal down to the finest detail. used to picking up sonar signals, lance’s hearing is superior than the average person and he can instantly detect a target within a 15 feet radius out of water and a 60 feet radius in water.
WEAKNESSES: fire, fire, fire, and more fire, and lack of water due to his unfortunate handicap as a fish man. much to his chagrin, lance has to lug around an impossibly large bottle of water -- he dehydrates like a sponge in a desert; if he so chooses to remain in human form, he fills the bottle religiously, and if anything gets in the way, there will be problems. asides from being a fish out of water, lance does have a tendency to lose his temper or to become prone to bouts of self-loathing or misanthropy -- well...more like...hating things in general.
SECRETS: a deathly fear of drowning in air -- losing water
OVERALL: in the face of other people, lance couldn’t care less; he’ll either scowl or he’ll throw a noteworthy smirk or maybe even a nonchalant glance. his attitude towards schooling and where he has to be -- to learn about these footed humans -- is atrocious as he despises what despises him. he’s not whom one would call generous or good or nice; he’s a utilitarian -- the unnecessary is merely unnecessary -- and will only do good or some sort of a charitable act if it benefits himself immediately or in the long term. [/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] lemure du lac
FATHER: auron du lac
SIBLINGS: too many to remember (after all...they are fish)
OTHER PEOPLE: not as of yet
HISTORY:

this past isn’t too interesting; he was simply born, fed, and raised by the merpeople -- he was taught the atrocities of man and was then thrown into their world. oh, what he wouldn’t give to rake his claws into their throats. but violent tendencies weren’t proper, they were wrong, they were tasteless. but it is only proper to begin with childhood; we wasn’t much of an outstanding lad, just a little boy with a terrible temper -- the smallest things sent him into a swimming flying rage. the young merman has gotten into his share of fights and tore off his share of fins and derived a certain satisfaction from ripping his opponents limb from limb. he didn’t kill anyone, yet, per se, since the damage was more satisfying than the death of the other.

as for his pubescent years, one would know the qualms of a teenager; lance’s rage was delivered in bursts of fights, pranks, dragging humans into water and watching them get eaten by sharks -- he especially liked the pretty ones, the pretty girls were most fun... the way they screamed or perhaps the way their eyes glazed over. he enjoyed watching the water slowly work its judgement upon unwary victims and he thought, “you deserve it.” the flashes of screams, nets, blood, a frenzy of a stormy night that rained harpoons upon the bodies of his comrades was always fresh in his memory, and he would speak of it to none.

alas, although the pubescent years were fun and games, he was sent off by his parents -- and he couldn’t imagine why -- to akashibai academy for monsters. monsters! he was no monster, not in comparison to those dirty humans who fished his people from the ocean, put them in tanks, tortured them, defiled them. lance was always resentful of the fact that he was sent off to board upon land, no less, and he misses the ocean greatly, but for now, he was an outcast. an outcast who had to learn “restraint” or so lemure put it and had to exercise “discipline” as auron put it. what a disgrace. he would graduate and return a little mellowed, but with burning ice within him.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] n/a

RP SAMPLE: Pride was a sin. Wrath was a sin. Iridescent eyes that wavered with periwinkle and blue stared, focused, out upon a single lane of the school pool; it was the only water that was free, freedom that was confined in a single box of concrete and glass, drowned in chlorine, deafened by the stillness underneath. There was no mystery to the pool, there was no question, there was no power, there was no undulation save for when a body plunges beneath its clear shallowness. The ripples would slow and stop. Lance watched the glassy surface waver a little, watched his own reflection sit upon the clear sheet of water and frowned.

He could see everything form the surface to the pool floor to the little particles of dust floating or sinking here and there. Pride was a sin, wrath was a sin. He snorted and dove, breaking the stillness; ordered chaos must be established. Sounds were muted, but so clear; the familiar thump, thump of his own heart against the synthetic wetness was soothing in some respects, but it couldn’t compare to when the rhythm pounded with the waves, the real waves of the ocean. Speed. More speed. These human legs were nothing in comparison to his tail, the power in a single stroke. But this pool was too small.

These human lungs were limited and they burned without gills -- seven minutes was not nearly as close to a lifetime underwater. Pride was a sin, wrath was a sin. Ivory teeth clenched down as he forced his lungs to take on eight minutes; let these lungs burn -- he propelled his body across the lanes, cutting through water with sinew and speed. And pride, and wrath. Air, he needed it. With a second break in surface, a tangle of blue reached for air, and he wondered why he even needed it while tasting how delicious it was. Disgusting. The smell of chlorine began to irritate him, and lance grabbed the edge of the pool to pull himself up. With a spit upon the ground, he returned to his dorm.[/size][/ul]

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