Post by Lance Woodburn on Aug 22, 2010 20:42:41 GMT -5
Player's Name:
Name: Lance Woodburn
Age: 21
Grade: University Sophomore
Birthday: Jan. 19th
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Average build + high metabolism + significant muscle from all the stuff he does = ???
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Tall, kinda buff, pretty, babyfaced; he looks like he should be 16-18. Hair very short- may or may not be shaved at any given point- tends towards casual clothing, usually stuff that he knows shows himself off a little. Bright sky-blue eyes.
Personality: Lance is a sweetheart. He's an adorable, friendly, extroverted, helpful guy. He's got a bit of an inferiority complex- though he's slowly getting over it- has trouble taking things seriously sometimes, and greatly enjoys the minor comforts of life.
He reads just about anything he can get his hands on; he also plays guitar (though he's not terribly good at it), sings (also not well), and has a weakness for girl rockers and early jazz/torch stuff.
History: Lance has a nice little upwardly-mobile family. His mother is an elementary school teacher, his eldest brother has some obscure job in intercorporate-something which pays well, his sister got a scholarship to the Ivy League before she decided to be a newscaster, and his other brother, whom he's actually rather close to, is a concert pianist.
And then there's his father. Lance's father is in the Air Force, and in DH-verse, the second-highest-ranking black man in the branch, having followed his father in. He really wanted one of his kids to take up the tradition, too- and though the man didn't want to say anything, and potentially steer his kids away from something that would make them much happier, Lance picked up pretty quickly that he was his father's last chance to see that happen. Having all the resolve of a beached whale and no compelling motivation to speak of, he decided to try it out.
This actually turned out better than it sounded like, until on a particular assignment he got juuust enough backbone to get very angry and a bit loud about certain decisions being made around him, ended up on the wrong side of a string of misunderstandings and botched paperwork that put him face-to-face with a large angry magical something, managed to rather heroically hold it off until people with bigger guns arrived, and promptly collapsed from blood loss.
It also flashed his eyes bright-sky blue for some reason no one has yet been able to quite define, not knowing what it was. The people involved (including him) decided they didn't really want to think about it too hard, and so cut their losses and let him leave. Trying to research both what the hell had happened to him and where he could go to college, he ended up falling in with some other people who'd had supernatural experiences, and eventually got referred to Dunehelden.
For Mortals
Non-Magical Strengths: Lance is smart. Like, scary smart: we're not exactly talking godlike here, but he does make the people around him wonder why he's not off curing cancer or terraforming the moons of Jupiter or something, to his great discomfort. He usually tries to ensure it just never comes up.
Minor Powers: Low-level, irrevokable resistance to all forms of natural magic (i.e., not divine and not fae), benign or malevolent.
Name: Lance Woodburn
Age: 21
Grade: University Sophomore
Birthday: Jan. 19th
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Average build + high metabolism + significant muscle from all the stuff he does = ???
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Tall, kinda buff, pretty, babyfaced; he looks like he should be 16-18. Hair very short- may or may not be shaved at any given point- tends towards casual clothing, usually stuff that he knows shows himself off a little. Bright sky-blue eyes.
Personality: Lance is a sweetheart. He's an adorable, friendly, extroverted, helpful guy. He's got a bit of an inferiority complex- though he's slowly getting over it- has trouble taking things seriously sometimes, and greatly enjoys the minor comforts of life.
He reads just about anything he can get his hands on; he also plays guitar (though he's not terribly good at it), sings (also not well), and has a weakness for girl rockers and early jazz/torch stuff.
History: Lance has a nice little upwardly-mobile family. His mother is an elementary school teacher, his eldest brother has some obscure job in intercorporate-something which pays well, his sister got a scholarship to the Ivy League before she decided to be a newscaster, and his other brother, whom he's actually rather close to, is a concert pianist.
And then there's his father. Lance's father is in the Air Force, and in DH-verse, the second-highest-ranking black man in the branch, having followed his father in. He really wanted one of his kids to take up the tradition, too- and though the man didn't want to say anything, and potentially steer his kids away from something that would make them much happier, Lance picked up pretty quickly that he was his father's last chance to see that happen. Having all the resolve of a beached whale and no compelling motivation to speak of, he decided to try it out.
This actually turned out better than it sounded like, until on a particular assignment he got juuust enough backbone to get very angry and a bit loud about certain decisions being made around him, ended up on the wrong side of a string of misunderstandings and botched paperwork that put him face-to-face with a large angry magical something, managed to rather heroically hold it off until people with bigger guns arrived, and promptly collapsed from blood loss.
It also flashed his eyes bright-sky blue for some reason no one has yet been able to quite define, not knowing what it was. The people involved (including him) decided they didn't really want to think about it too hard, and so cut their losses and let him leave. Trying to research both what the hell had happened to him and where he could go to college, he ended up falling in with some other people who'd had supernatural experiences, and eventually got referred to Dunehelden.
For Mortals
Non-Magical Strengths: Lance is smart. Like, scary smart: we're not exactly talking godlike here, but he does make the people around him wonder why he's not off curing cancer or terraforming the moons of Jupiter or something, to his great discomfort. He usually tries to ensure it just never comes up.
Minor Powers: Low-level, irrevokable resistance to all forms of natural magic (i.e., not divine and not fae), benign or malevolent.