Post by lorcan on Jan 10, 2011 19:24:15 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Lorcan. I am 15 and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for 2 years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PM.
Name: Lorcan Terrance Green
Nickname: Anything you can come up with.
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight/Heterosexual
Member Group: Demigod- Son of Demeter
Appearance:
Lorcan is a six foot two, one hundred and thirty pound teenager of seventeen. He is quite tall, rather lanky, though muscled and very much in shape. Not the tallest of all males, but he makes good competition, even if he doesn't care about his height, or anyone else's. He has sandy brown hair, that's close-cropped and at a reasonable length, and normally has some stubble showing on his face. His iris's are a light, minty green, and though they're not piercing, they are calm and soothing. he has strikingly white teeth, perfectly in place, though he never needed braces. He has a rather athletic and attractive physique, even if he doesn't work very hard to maintain his looks, normally not caring.
Lorcan's normal apparel consists of jeans, and a jade, forest, or brown colored t-shirt. He always has those colors on, or any colors that have to do with nature, the earth, or agriculture. He's drawn to them and loves to sport Demeter's realm. He normally dresses in a casual feel, adding to his calm presence.
Personality: Calm, sensitive, kind. A few words that could describe Lorcan Green, typical demigod teenager. He's an extremely mellow, cool guy who just kind of is there, and doesn't make it known. He doesn't care what people think of him, who he is, or what he does. But he's not aggressive, and won't argue with people about anything other than... well, his mom. If he sees animal abuse, litter, or anything unsafe around an enviorment of nature, that's the only time he really loses it. Other than that, he's always nice to everyone, even if he is the shy guy that's head is always in a book. He likes people, all people, and he waits until he meets them to judge them.
Likes:
- Nature
- Earth colors
- Night-time
- Autumn
- Reading
- Cats
- Mints
- "Green" awarement
- Art (secretly)
Dislikes:
- Fires
- Dogs
- Rude people
- Pollution/litter
- ..Artificial Flavoring
- Meat
Mother: Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest, Nature, the Earth and Agriculture
Father: Edward Green, 42, Botanist
Siblings: None (Besides Half-Siblings)
Pets: A small brown tabby kitten, named Ceres.
History: The easiest way to describe Lorcan's life is: Simple. His father was a great botanist, and they lived in a rather large house, and had a fine income. Not rich, but not poor. Lorcan never had to work unless he wanted to, and he never put much effort into anything other than his petitions and rallies, to 'stop pollution!', or 'save rabbits!'. Silly things like that. He led a relatively priveleged life, as a pretty normal kid. When he learned of his Demigod heritage, he was sent to a new high school, and has been there since he started high school. He is now a Senior, an average, Demigod Senior.
Code Word: nummies
Roleplay Post
Lorcan sat in his dorm, alone on the bland sheets, drawing on his sketchpad. Ceres was curled up on his lap,
sleeping peacefully, despite the swift movements of his pencil on the pad. He looked down at the brown tabby kitten, fondly gazing at her rest. He kept the drawing going, adding the shadings and extra features to his artwork, and looked at it. He was looking at a sketch drawing of the little kitten in front of him, his muse, today. He had drawn her beautifully and almost perfectly, but he still was not content with it, and threw it in his wastebasket, grunting. Ceres woke up and mewled, but he didn't pay her any attention other than a scratch behind the ears.
Why wasn't he content with these simple drawings, why did everything have to be so perfect..? It irritated him that he got irritated by small things like a erase mark, or a smudge of ink. Why couldn't everything be 1-dimensional, simple, easy? Lost in his thoughts, he shut off the lamp, and tried to sleep. Something the little cat had no problem doing. She curled up in a ball next to him, and began breathing more heavily than she had. A strange way to describe it, was a cat-snore. He sighed. It was especially hard to stop thinking when you were thinking about stopping... He had better stop thinking, or he'd give himself a head ache. Great. He was doing it again. There were thousands of things to think about, his mom, dad, his test tomorrow, what he would dream about... Lovely. Now he was thinking about what he would dream about. A voice inside his head screamed, 'Stop thinking about it, and just do it!' Who was that? His conscience? Did people really even have consciences? And he was thinking about another thing... Something complicated. Like time-travel. The seemingly science-fiction thing was explained with physics that he didn't understand... Stop thinking, and sleep!
