Post by lil on Apr 28, 2013 20:32:49 GMT
Lasair Oir Hathaway
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YOU SAID HEY, SINCE THAT DAY, YOU STOLE MY HEART, YOU'RE THE ONE TO BLAME
AND THATS WHY I SMILE, ITS BEEN A WHILE[/b][/size][/font]
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Age: 7
Species: Human
Kingdom: 4th Kingdom
Occupation: None
Playby: Asa Butterfield
Father: Remenus Hathaway, Deceased
Mother: Annikka Hathaway, Deceased
Siblings: N/A
Other: Reina Wood, Foster Parent
Likes:
-books
-nature
-sky
-colors
-autumn
-quiet
-reading
-art
Dislikes:
-heat
-fire
-violence
-nightmares
-tight spaces
Strengths:[/size]
-kind hearted
-strong willed
-unique
Weaknesses:[/size]
-shy
-stubborn
-clumsy
Personality:[/size][/font] Lasair is very creative and he loves to draw. Lasair can sometimes be shy but when it comes to making new friends he never has a problem. Lasair likes to be in someplace quiet where he can read, study, or draw. He loves the water which is the complete opposite of the meaning of his name which is flame or fire. Lasair can be quite shy when it comes to being in a room with adults and he normally hides out in his room at home when there are adults there.
Considering how Lasair is a mute he likes to hang around quiet places. He can't stand loud noises and is easily disturbed by many things since he has really good hearing. Lasair is kind hearted and will help anyone who is in need of help. After his parents death Lasair was no longer the little happy kid he used to be. Now he normally is more serious and less outgoing than he used to be. He is still into art but his paintings and drawings are more sad and dark now. He no longer has a smile on his face although sometimes one will appear. He liked to be in dark places and likes to read sad books.
Eyes:[/size] Grey
Hair:[/size] Dark Brownish Black
Physique:[/size]Lasair has brown hair and grey eyes. He is quite short and can be described as skinny to the bone. Lasair has quite a sturdy build even if he does look weak. Lasair normally wears the clothes he finds comfortable and that show cases his personality. Overtop of his clothes he likes to wear a black cloak that shows how much pain his life had caused him.
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History: [/font]During a warm summer day Lasair was born. He was the one and only child in the family and was somewhat a surprise to his parents since they had not planned on having a child. Even though Lasair was not exactly something the family had expected they treated Lasair with as much love as possible. Although Lasair's family was wealthy and he could get anything he wanted Lasair was not a spoiled child. He was in fact a child who wanted nothing more than being able to speak since he was a mute and an art set.
As Lasair grew older Lasair's passion for art grew stronger and stronger. He would beg his parents anything to get an art set and they would always oblige to get him some paint which he used to make wonderful drawings.
When Lasair was only four his parents were murdered. He didn't know who murdered his parents just that he would no longer see them anymore. He was devastated and he had sat there crying on his front door for the longest time. Every time someone asked if he was okay he wouldn't answer not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't. One day someone took him in to his house and raised him like a family would. They treated him well and never did they get mad at him. Now Lasair at the age of seven lives a quite peaceful life but still he grieves about his parents and never does he let go of the past.
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Role-play Example:
Jia smiled at Damien. She didn't expect to hear he was going to or something along those lines. She wouldn't judge him and say he wasn't her friend if he didn't like singing it was their own opinion if she couldn't know better. "That's not a problem you don't have to if you don't like to I won't judge you for that" she said smiling watching the fire glowing and changing colors as the other campers sang. "You know if you tried it would boost up your confidence level" she said looking at the ground and squishing the grass with her shoes.
Jia knew people needed confidence just like how she needed it so she was able to tell her history to others. Not like she had a perfect nice history since she looked like she would have. Jia was all smiling and happy and never was she once seen sad but if you knew what happened in her childhood you would figure that she wasn't a happy smiling child she was more of a sad hollow child that tried to capture all her happiest moments on a camera.
"That would be great if you did I think I would like your voice very much" she said and looked back up to the bonfire. Being around the bonfire made her feel warm and cozy and happy because right now she had friends with her. It was just like with Adrian. She rarely saw Adrian now but that was only because he had his own friends now. Adrian would pop up sometimes to talk to Jia but that was just as rare as bumping into him at camp. Jia needed someone with her and not just as a friend she also needed a family and someone she could care about but Jia never found one and vowed she never would. Jia would keep up her promise until she really thought she needed one and sitting around the bonfire with her new friends she finally realized she really did need someone she really needed someone to care for as more than a friend but she had always had trouble finding that someone special for herself.
Jia suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when Elisabeth asked about her aura. Jia had realized she had a Hunters aura way before she had asked but didn't want to point it out. "Yeah I saw it earlier... Why did you join the hunters I thought someone like you would have wanted to be with a someone special someone that you could care for... I really guess I was wrong i'm not you so I won't judge how you are" she said turning away a bit from the bonfire. "I think the hunters color is quite bland just silver I bet you they would get bored of it if they had it for centuries which they have since they are immortal" she said quietly. "You realize you will be forever with that aura and you will never know your true aura I would have wanted to know what that was" she said.
Jia really liked to see peoples aura. It was a fun experience and it normally helped distinguish how they truly are. It was something that took practice or just using your periphical vision or whatever they called it Jia wasn't sure what it really was called. Suddenly the girl that stole Damien's seat began talking something about cheese? Jia shook her head. What a weird girl she thought to herself. Jia suddenly started to hum quietly to herself since she didn't know the song that the other campers were singing. Her humming soon became a soft singing that was barely audible from the sounds of the campers singing.
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
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Name: Mindy/Lillian
Location: --
RP Experience: 3+ years
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