Post by punk on Feb 10, 2010 11:27:44 GMT -5
Takeru Lioncourt
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: David
Age: 17
Roleplaying Experience: 10+
How you found the site: Google.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Takeru Lioncourt
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Hair Color: Dark Gray
Eye Color: Black
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Wealth: Just below the poverty line.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Why they are in La Campana: Only place left to go.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes: 1. Hard rock music.
2. Ashton Bennett.
3. Men.
4. Being a student.
5. Sano (as a friend!)
6. La Campana.
7. The teachers.
8. Anyone cool to come his way.
Dislikes: 1. Assholes.
2. Females.
3. Flirts who want nothing but sex.
4. The idea of an open marriage.
5. Cross-dressing.
6. Make-up.
7. His appearance being 'clean-cut'.
8. People calling him a kid.
Turn Ons: 1. Neck biting/nibbling.
2. Gentle, and soft, moaning in his ear.
3. Groping, considering how sensitive he is as of late.
4. Nibbling his ear.
Turn Offs: 1. Boobs.
2. Feminine boys.
3. Cross-dressing.
4. Being submissive.
Nervous Habits: 1. Popping his knuckles.
2. Stuttering.
Fears: 1. Leaving La Campana.
2. Death.
Goals/Aspirations: 1. To actually -ask- Ashton out.
2. To be one of the best liked students in LC.
3. To make up "taking" Hiketsu's virginity to her.
Appearance: Takeru is back, and back with the roughest and toughest of all the people around. At the same time however, he seems to have reverted to more of a simplistic style of clothing and the like that fits the kind of person he is and just...well, him! Having dyed his hair an entire shade of black and going for that whole 'punk goth' look, Takeru's face is usually accompanied by smirks and grins. With the occasional cigarette, a habit he is not proud of, Takeru has one piercing in his eyebrow and three upon each of his ears to keep with a sort of matching attire. An arm sweatband with a cross and a watch usually accompany his arm, although the former seems to be more prominent and dominant when it gets right down to it. A chain necklace and black collar adorn his form, and harsh slated dark purple eyes come out to radiate his personality. A red shirt with a cross underneath, a black jacket, and black jeans to match with dark black shoes with light green laces can be seen if you get a good look at Takeru. Lord knows he is not the same boy we all knew and loved when it comes to attire...if anything, he's hotter, and just overall looks better to boot!
Personality: What can be said about the enigma that is Takeru? Well, we all know Takeru's personality has made tiny little skip-jumps his entire life, and that hasn't stopped him from being the typical Takeru that he is. Smirks, sly grins, and witty remarks usually accommodate Takeru as this reflects his earlier punk nature from his first days settling around La Campana. While Takeru's mature personality has been known to radiate itself out around him, his punk-ass attitude seems to be the dominant factor in deciding which of these two that he decides to show most of the time. Takeru doesn't take threats lightly, and if nobody acts on them then Takeru takes it into his own hands and acts on it for them. Despite all of these negative factors that may confuse people over Takeru, he is always a cheerful bag of 'punk' that will kick your ass and apologize directly afterward. [/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Takeru Lioncourt Sr., Deceased.
Mother: Maria Lioncourt, Deceased.
Sibling/s: N/A
Other important relatives: Dante Lioncourt, Deceased, Uncle.
Pets: N/A
History: Takeru's history hasn't really changed throughout his life, though what he remembers to have happened has changed drastically. For one thing, Takeru remember the farthest back all the way to his younger childhood. He was raised more by his Uncle rather than his actual parents, whom had died at a young age and left him to fend for himself. Takeru always harbored a deep loathing for his parents for dieing off so quickly, but he knows it wasn't their fault and attempts to forgive them inside himself. Takeru learned to be adept at hand-to-hand combat having been trained by and along with his Uncle. Takeru went through many appearances changes mainly attempting to rearrange his life around through these changes. Managing his life was fine...until his Uncle decided that the best thing to do would be to send Takeru to La Campana.
This is where Takeru's life got a bit weird, yet he gained two major friends that he can remember. One was Ashton Bennett, who has played a major part within Takeru's life. The other is Sano Kemosiri Dyrovaske, still the art teacher here and one of Takeru's close friends. As Takeru's antics came across La Campana, he would be given the chance to attempt a home life once again and couldn't help taking it up, not letting anyone know he was leaving to spare them the tearful goodbye. However, Takeru went through a high depressive phase having left La Campana and even attempted to commit suicide. He was saved of course by a friend of his and this had emotionally scarred Takeru to no end. Attempting to fix himself, Takeru went back to LC with a new look and a new attitude, but tragedy struck a third time and he was forced to leave his home to "prove" that he was no longer homosexual in any way.
Having gone back, another horrible thing struck Takeru. The news of him being homosexual had given his Uncle a heart attack, and because of this killed him when he found out. Takeru didn't blame himself, more-so his Uncle's feeble heart, and went back to La Campana due to having nowhere else to go. Applying as an English Literature teacher, Takeru reverted his appearance to his original style with a darker hair, his body having grown a permanent tan since then. Takeru, back into the school with a more punk-ass attitude than his matured self, still keeps his mature personality dormant so that most of his interactions are easier to go along with.
Roleplaying Sample: Lost love. It was a very painful thing that one may have to go through. Losing that very same love, was also a very horrible thing to go through. Through the many years that seemed to accumulate, Takeru had been through many a fling. During his younger years, he used to be one of the most wild and one of the most hyper boys ever. There wasn't a single person that he tied himself down to permanently. Sure, a fling or two here and there, but not much else really was involved when it came to his love life. There was one boy however, but that had not exactly gone down the right direction. Then again, it all depends on how you look at it. It was because of this one boy that Takeru had ended up being sent here, and it would be because of this boy of all the friends and well, "crushes" that Take had developed slowly.
As Take originally had come to the school, his personality didn't falter, and he had begun to make friends and enemies. His first friend had been a young glasses wearing boy named Ashton. He had caught the boy's attention after slipping a little 'something' into one of the teacher's drinks, and it appeared that after all that the rest was history. How he loved the little guy...mainly as a brother figure, for Take's heart was still to this day headstrong on only one male. Sano Kemosiri Dyrovaske. You would think this name ordinarily would mean nothing. That it would mean one of the teachers who appeared destined for the nickname 'asshole' due to his easy irritations and constant 'cold' attitude. But, no. Takeru would just smile at you and agree, but say that he loved every inch of the man. Oh how his love knew no bounds for the guy!
And yet...when Takeru finally returned to school, he was shocked and amazed. The love he was ready to confess...was taken by another. Valor was the male's name, and there was no personal quarrel Take had with the guy. He was very kind, and it was very easy for him to get along with the man. Many have speculated that it was him however that was one of the main factors for Take's near-suicide attempt. That was incorrect, however, simply because Takeru had a lot of things going on that could contribute to that. As the male's body slowly stumbled into Cathedral de Barcelona, a bottle of what could only be described as whiskey lingered within his finger's gentle, yet cruel grip. A gentle blush was on his face, as he had already had enough shots to near tranquilize a bull elephant.
Don't you just love hyperbole? But, whatever the case, the male was drunk. His body slowly slunk into the Cathedral, as he felt it was one of the only places currently in Barcelona that would be able to help him end the current state he was in. Every single sip almost seemed like it was bringing him closer and closer to escaping his mind. His blurred vision attempted to stare up at the various paintings and gothic detail upon the church area, but none of that really mattered to him. His body came slumping down on one of the many rows of pughs, and his eyes zipped around this way and that, trying to figure out the what, where, who, why, and when. The bottle nearly fell out of his fingers, his palm quickly clenching around the neck of the damn thing. Oh, how his head continued to spin and his eyes continued to dart around this way and that.
Right now, the only thing on Take's mind was getting laid. It was a rather..."bad" trait when it came to him being drunk, but he would revert to what was known as his 'true' self during his childhood, slowly flirting with whatever crossed his path and doing other things. The hangover in the morning was never bad, but he always had to check to see who was in his bed. His blurred vision continued to scan, falling down on the two confesional booths located to the side. Now those would be perfect things to make love in...or throw up in. Either one, by the end of this night, Takeru would have done it.
As his eyes focused on the large crucified Jesus located atop the church's structure, a gentle mumble would slip out. "Screw religion..." grumbled out the intoxicated male, as the bottle was sucked fully down, then thrown up as high as it could go. It was ready to land, but conveniently there had been a trash can under it so it did not shatter and glass didn't spill everywhere. Deep down inside Takeru was glad that had happened, but for the time being...Takeru just wanted to get away from it all. What he did know is, whoever decided to come into this Cathedral at this hour of the night, was going to be the next 'victim' of his drunk state, and probably wake up with something sore...or something 'popped'.