"Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me"
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[center]"Hey, wait, I've got a new mistake"
[ 400 Lux | Lorde ]
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- [font=timesnewroman]Levi (lee-vye- Meaning 'attached' in Hebrew)
Lucca (Lew-cha- Meaning 'Light' in Italian)
Jericho (Jeh-ri-kow- Meaning 'City of the Moon' in Hebrew)
Schultz (Ch-ults - Meaning 'Overseer' in German)
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- Freckles (Intimate, affectionate, used by friends. - It would be rather abrupt for a relative stranger to use this.)
Otherwise, his name is relatively short, so nicknames are rarely a necessity, he goes by Levi to mostly everyone except from his superiors or teachers, who, for the most part, know him as Schultz, or 'The boy who is helping everyone with their work but forgot to do his'.
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- [font=timenewroman]Eighteen
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- Artemis
Goddess of the hunt, goddess of wild animals, the moon, wilderness, childbirth and virginity. Also, the protector of young children.
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- Homosexual (Closeted... to a degree)
Most people had a vague idea a while back, although they've never said anything to him as they don't want to embarrass/upset him.€
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[center]"Hey, wait, I've got a new mistake"
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- He hit his growth spurt instantaneously one summer, and he grew almost like an empire would... slowly but prosperously. He now stands exactly five feet and ten inches and he does not crouch or stand impossibly tall when he walks- he does not find height to be a defining factor in attractiveness, and as such does not set himself standards for height.
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- From infancy, Levi was the infamous child that could consume copious amount of unhealthy food and stay (to the chagrin of the others) relatively svelte. Of course, he has settled down from the years when his appetite was so large that he ate approximately ten whole pizzas in a handful of hours, however, he is no stranger to the endorphins released from a bucket of 'Kentucky Fried Chicken'... but now his food is mostly exotic in some way (he finds it exciting) and loaded with spices hotter than the blue flames of hell- or should I say the underworld. His statuesque proportions and light muscle bring him to the range of 145-150 pounds
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- Delicate is a single word that comes to mind if you were asked to describe Levi's hair color. Although even you yourself would perhaps not consciously know why you were using that particular adjective to describe someone's hair color, of all things. His hair is best described as a delicate, warm chestnut brown streaked with lighter colours as laugh lines are on an elderly visage. He spends a lot of his free time outdoors and, subsequently, his hair color reflects that.
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- His eyes seem to light up as they talk to someone. They are the guideline to his personality, almost as you think can see a canine's feelings through their eyes. You find yourself drawn to his eyes as someone more perverted would be drawn to other such things anatomically, and you can't help but try to figure out the color... sometimes you settle on blue, the sort of blue that is in rockpools that children poke at with stub-like fingers but sometimes also green... the sort of pale green that tints our eyes in spring as we watch the lambs fall about on toothpick legs. In truth, his eyes seem to sit in the middle of these two colors- an almost milky blend of the colours that can be seen from millions of lightyears away if one were to look upon our planet from such a distance: blue and green.
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- His skintone is a decidedly european... ashy sort of skintone. He is lightly tanned, again from spending the majority of his time outside, not wearing sunblock and carelessly letting ultraviolet rays seep into his skin as he sleeps on the grounds of the academy, dreaming of sweet things. His skin is freckled, freckles run along his nose, to his cheeks, down the back of his neck and to his shoulders- they finally fade away at the small of his back, but run along his arms to his wrist. Affectionately, he is called freckles, and he doesn't mind it because he doesn't mind the little spots of memories of when he lay in the sun and dreamed of sweet things.
"I find comfort in the kindness of strangers."
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✦ GENIAL ✧ SWEET ✦ NEUROTIC ✧ COMPULSIVE ✦ LOYAL ✦
He had always been, what they call 'a people pleaser'. He speaks in a voice like honey, corroding severity within whatever room he is placed. His voice is Tuscan, lightly accented, his vowels rounded and whispered and his sentences looped together when he speaks. His voice is laughing, controlled, modulated, and he dares not be too loud. This is telling of the boy himself, in a perhaps arcane fashion.
Firstly, I shall start off saying that Levi Schultz is a good person, by the standards of how we categorize humans as if we were analyzing a painting by picasso- and it comes fairly naturally to him. Since infancy and childhood (which seems like a sepia-toned daydream) he has always been incredibly helpful and supportive of others, he has always naturally found himself commiting acts of kindness without thinking about it. By this description, you may think that he is perfect or one-dimensional- you would be wrong in this assumption, as this is the first paragraph, the exterior of a layered personality. Levi Schultz did not exactly ride the cheerful train to Aeonis, he is a demigod, and as such has some level (however small) of tragedy in his life.
He learned about death at five when his mama's mama died. And since then, Levi has been extremely neurotic. "Levi I'm going on a walk" would result in a hour of his mind arguing loudly on about the statistics of accidental deaths and how you were so in danger and he would frighten himself and probably run to see if you were dead because mama said that death is coming to all of us. He thinks of himself as protective, but his behavior worries those who know about it. Although... its just Levi, right? Little Levi. And when he's not doing that he sanitizing all of the handles exactly three times and cleaning and cleaning and cleaning because the germs are gonna make all of us sick. Thats what mama said and Levi lives by Mama's rules. They said he had a little bit of "oh-cee-dee" but he's just making sure no one dies before their hourglass runs out (thats how mama used to say it) He's locking the doors and the windows exactly three times each and he's checking that everyone is safe and sound because he takes it upon himself and blames himself greatly if anything happens.
Homophobic insults were radioactive around him, the toxicity of their tongues and their atomic punches. Levi was no longer his name. It was Freak and Homo and a whole slew of insults the small boy from Tuscany could not comprehend. Alien language. When he figured out the true poison on their tongues (he learned swear words in English with a giggle) his smile faltered and his eyes trained themselves to the ground. Crushed. Bullying subsided in middle school when he gained a large group of friends, drawn in by his electricity and warmth, the smooth accent and kind words... however he gained something that remains to his day. Panic Attacks. If he becomes overwhelmed he's transmutated to an ocean somewhere and thrown in without warning- gasping, breathless, frightened. He suffocates on his own fears, his own body and he's thinking that everybody is looking and staring and calling him those toxic names and he's scared so scared.Mama always said that you needed to learn to swim.
Needless to say, he grew to dislike himself.
It was around that time when he began to suspect he was different to the other boys at school. While they were chasing girls with cheeky grins and bad pick-up lines, he was content in talking to the stars about them and pointing out the different constellations. On some level- he wanted the boys to tell him those pick up lines but then he'd say no, no, no... I'm not... gay to himself and he'd push it to the back of his mind over and over. A heart of gold hung heavy within his chest.
His innocence and mirth is clear- it's infectious, even- and he's making flower crowns and he's laughing with his friends. Levi likes the outdoors- without the pressure of walls and ceilingsdoor handles and, ironically, he feels like the grass is his home. His view on life is unfalteringly optimistic, even idealistic and he's almost never seen without a smile lighting up his eyes. He's fumbling over his words and making dad jokes but everyone's smiling so it's fine that he's a bit of a dork.
The stars were always his happy place. Knowing that in a lifetime those little shapes in the sky never change gives him something solid to look on. As the sly darkens and the silky fingers of the night stretches its long fingers across the time old worn sky the stars come out to play. They never change and there ever appearing shapes brings him small comfort in a world that seems to be frayed at the edges with chaos. After realising his dream was near impossible, he decided to make it possible. To touch the stars, he found the snow- glittering white in the sun. That was his stars. To touch the stars, he became one.
He had always been, what they call 'a people pleaser'. He speaks in a voice like honey, corroding severity within whatever room he is placed. His voice is Tuscan, lightly accented, his vowels rounded and whispered and his sentences looped together when he speaks. His voice is laughing, controlled, modulated, and he dares not be too loud. This is telling of the boy himself, in a perhaps arcane fashion.
Firstly, I shall start off saying that Levi Schultz is a good person, by the standards of how we categorize humans as if we were analyzing a painting by picasso- and it comes fairly naturally to him. Since infancy and childhood (which seems like a sepia-toned daydream) he has always been incredibly helpful and supportive of others, he has always naturally found himself commiting acts of kindness without thinking about it. By this description, you may think that he is perfect or one-dimensional- you would be wrong in this assumption, as this is the first paragraph, the exterior of a layered personality. Levi Schultz did not exactly ride the cheerful train to Aeonis, he is a demigod, and as such has some level (however small) of tragedy in his life.
He learned about death at five when his mama's mama died. And since then, Levi has been extremely neurotic. "Levi I'm going on a walk" would result in a hour of his mind arguing loudly on about the statistics of accidental deaths and how you were so in danger and he would frighten himself and probably run to see if you were dead because mama said that death is coming to all of us. He thinks of himself as protective, but his behavior worries those who know about it. Although... its just Levi, right? Little Levi. And when he's not doing that he sanitizing all of the handles exactly three times and cleaning and cleaning and cleaning because the germs are gonna make all of us sick. Thats what mama said and Levi lives by Mama's rules. They said he had a little bit of "oh-cee-dee" but he's just making sure no one dies before their hourglass runs out (thats how mama used to say it) He's locking the doors and the windows exactly three times each and he's checking that everyone is safe and sound because he takes it upon himself and blames himself greatly if anything happens.
Homophobic insults were radioactive around him, the toxicity of their tongues and their atomic punches. Levi was no longer his name. It was Freak and Homo and a whole slew of insults the small boy from Tuscany could not comprehend. Alien language. When he figured out the true poison on their tongues (he learned swear words in English with a giggle) his smile faltered and his eyes trained themselves to the ground. Crushed. Bullying subsided in middle school when he gained a large group of friends, drawn in by his electricity and warmth, the smooth accent and kind words... however he gained something that remains to his day. Panic Attacks. If he becomes overwhelmed he's transmutated to an ocean somewhere and thrown in without warning- gasping, breathless, frightened. He suffocates on his own fears, his own body and he's thinking that everybody is looking and staring and calling him those toxic names and he's scared so scared.Mama always said that you needed to learn to swim.
Needless to say, he grew to dislike himself.
It was around that time when he began to suspect he was different to the other boys at school. While they were chasing girls with cheeky grins and bad pick-up lines, he was content in talking to the stars about them and pointing out the different constellations. On some level- he wanted the boys to tell him those pick up lines but then he'd say no, no, no... I'm not... gay to himself and he'd push it to the back of his mind over and over. A heart of gold hung heavy within his chest.
His innocence and mirth is clear- it's infectious, even- and he's making flower crowns and he's laughing with his friends. Levi likes the outdoors- without the pressure of walls and ceilings
The stars were always his happy place. Knowing that in a lifetime those little shapes in the sky never change gives him something solid to look on. As the sly darkens and the silky fingers of the night stretches its long fingers across the time old worn sky the stars come out to play. They never change and there ever appearing shapes brings him small comfort in a world that seems to be frayed at the edges with chaos. After realising his dream was near impossible, he decided to make it possible. To touch the stars, he found the snow- glittering white in the sun. That was his stars. To touch the stars, he became one.
- ✦SMILES - Levi finds happiness is others' happiness. Being around the boy could lift the moods of most, if slight. He sometimes is funny or even cute without noticing it, but when he's trying to crack jokes it turns out laughable and funny in an altogether different way.
✧PHOTOGRAPHY - Photos, to him, are snapshots of life in its purest, most unadulterated form. Where an artist might miss the crease in someones smile, or the exact amaranth pink of the clouds at sunset, a photograph will capture it and more. He tends to take photographs around campus.
✦STARS - Stars, of course... things of beauty and even mystery. It is not uncommon to find Levi out at night, looking at the stars, the countless amount. He just stares at the stars and ponders the universe.
✧COOKING - Levi is excellent at cooking- his family, for generations, have owned numerous restaurants, cafes and eateries of various delicatessens- he finds it a nice experience to cook- it is almost catharsis for him, and a way to relieve stress for sure. The sights and smells excite him; from the sweetness of salt, to the spice and salt.
- ✦ARITHMETIC - Levi possesses an artist's brain, philosophical and waxing poetic. Mathematics does not really agree with him.
✧GERMS - His obsessive compulsive tendencies have given him an acute fear of germs... especially in and around his living space. He has been known to clean his weapons during battle. A rumor went around last year that he was getting married to a bottle of Windex.
✦ MISTREATMENT- A strong sense of justice is present in the boy. Whether it is the mistreatment of animals or of people, it is something he will not stand for.
✧LARGE CITIES - He likes living in more intimate settings, knowing people he passes by in the street. When he moved to New York, it was a culture shock and not a pleasant one.
✦POLLUTION - Noxious gases above cities aren't something to be proud of. Levi can be a "tree-hugger" when he wants, he knows how to "hang" with Demeter kids.
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- ✦SWORDSMANSHIP - Although typical for offspring of Artemis, Levi prides himself on his exceptional sword skills. He is relatively skilled in weaponry (Another Artemis trait), however he is most proficient in swordsmanship.
✧HISTORICAL KNOWELDGE - History class is a fucking breeze for him and he's known for having an impressive knowledge, especially of dates and such things. Day the battle of the Alamo ended? Child's play. March 6th 1836.
✦SOCIAL SKILLS - Despite his quirks, Levi is a sociable young man and easy to get along with. He's very trusting of others- he would put his trust in a complete stranger if he felt they were being genuine. There's someone alone? Bam. Levi's there. He'll come up and start the weirdest conversations with you and he'll compliment you at all the right moments and guess what? He's not even trying.
✧AGILITY - He's a fast runner, yes, with stamina for sure, but what sets him apart is his agility, his almost parkour-like ability. He's up a tree in a dozen seconds and you look away, look back and he's five steps ahead of you and running and laughing. He treats his body as one may treat a sports car, and as such his skills in the agility apartment are quite admirable.
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- ✦HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT - Although skilled in weaponry, without a sword or bow in hand, his hand-to-hand combat skills are lacking. He never gets the rhythm, and always gets punched or kicked in the face.
✧PANIC ATTACKS - It has happened more than once in a variety of places- once at a party, another time in the middle of battle, another time in the midst of swimming
✦SELFLESSNESS - Empathy is considered an admirable trait, but in battle it is not exactly ideal. And Levi's empathy is boundless, and it becomes a problem when in sparring he stops and says "Mi dispiace, did I hurt you?"
✧SELF-CONFIDENCE - After years of bullying, he unconsciously does it to himself. He doubts himself immensely, does not believe he can do most things. He finds it tough to muster up confidence.
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✦EVERYONE SECRETLY DISLIKES HIM
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- MARCELLA Calista Bisognin-Schultz / Step-Mother / Forty-two
Relationship Status | Above average
Description | Marcella did not know her simple tales of wisdom would stick with Levi in such a manner- of course, it was not her fault. She has been his surrogate mother since before he could speak... he sees her as his mother.
LUCILLE Belle Schultz-Bisognin / Sister / Ten
Relationship Status | Protective
Description | Levi is extremely protective over his little sister, they have a good relationship but sometimes Luci feels smothered by his affection.
ANDREAS Thomas Schultz / Father / Forty-four
Relationship Status | Pleasant
Description | A traditionalist in his views, Levi is scared to tell him and so he keeps it bottled inside. Otherwise, pretty standard relationship.
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- MEMORIES :: not particularly in chronological order
Age 5, Italy
Somewhere in his past there is a small boy walking across a two-day field of untouched snow. He is trying not to break the surface, leaving the canvas of winter unspoken. To accomplish this, he is holding her breath, as if that will make him lighter, as if that will pull him into the air. He knows how to walk across the surface of snow without leaving any tracks. He cannot teach you how to do this, but He'll tell you a secret: "It has nothing to do with weight.
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Age 14, USA
In the bottom of the bottle, there are no answers. Downcast eyes search for something, anything, to find only their own reflections, distorted and mute in the glass. Hollow people become transparent when you stare at their reflections long enough. Levi's cheeks are tinted light pink as he stares at the host of the party; Aaron Dulheimer- his best friend's older brother. The dust begins to settle on the room once more, the people in a large circle. Aaron lights a cigarette and raises it to his lips with the careless precision of somebody who has held onto a bad habit just a little too long. In the darkness, the tiny tip simply illuminates his soft features, giving them a radiance that contrasts with his rugged appearance. Girls look at Aaron and they blush too. The bottle spins. Aaron. The bottle is respun as all the girls in the room look hopeful. Levi watches it intently- a sort of amused jealousy. But he realised people were staring at him. No... it had landed on him!
"Re-spin- people of the same sex don't count." Aaron smirked and Levi rested back on his palms. I guess that was... expected. He bit his lip, feigning a laugh.
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Age 7, Italy
My first mama was gone. Papa said so, - "She's gone, Levi, not coming back, not ever!" - I remember that now. Yet I must have missed something, blinked, perhaps; for now she stands before me quite solid and alive.
My mama smiles at me, her eyes shinin' bright and clear like drops of moonlight. "Did you miss me, darling?" For a moment, I'm not sure how to answer. tiny lines etching their way into his skin and painting a picture of grief. I breathe in and taste the flour that is like oxygen in the bakery - I can see everything at once, feel every emotion that flickered through my soul in past six years. "Yes," I tell my mother.
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QUIRKS; calls people things in italian. cannot see the difference between bad jokes and good jokes, so laughs at everyones jokes. also makes his fair amount of bad jokes. sticks his tongue out while concentrating. bites his lip- alot. constantly smiling. will steal your blanket. watches cartoons. bakes for his friends. his bag is some mary poppins type shit- he has everything. hums in his sleep. hates friday the 13th. early riser. list maker. makes little notes for his roommate before he leaves for his morning walk. rarely late. carries 5 different types of foreign money "in case.". has a survival kit and escape plan for his dorm for just about everything. habitual. names his weapons. flander-ises words just because "where are the spoodly-doodlies?!" . has an uncanny knowledge of the night sky. CLEANS. worries just a tad too much. actually a pretty good skiier(?) for some reason. tangles his headphones after 1.764 seconds. plans to travel the world. is trilingual (english, italian, german) learning spanish in his spare time. would legit cry if he killed an insect. vegetarian (if you could speak to animals you'd be too). has mild ocd. frecklie-decklies (no but srsly they keep appearing every time he even thinks about the sun). DAD JOKES. strangely great listener. lazy when he's outdoors. really good at history, like, really good. really fucking good at hair braiding (used to braid his sister's hair everyday, now braid king) . gets really scared on airplanes, prefers boats. hates elevators. DAD DANCING. there is a rumor going around that he had a full-blown funeral for a mouse... it is true. gets scared on public transport, cannot be alone. hands out free popsicles in summerwhat a dork. carries his camera everywhere. has an obsession with socks. owns a onesie. has a very bouncy walk. heavy sleeper. morning person, always gets up in or around 5:45AM unless it's a weekend/party.
Ok I might just love this character (I always start hating my characters mid-writing so this is weird for me) oh lorde. This is what my life has become, fangirling over my own creations... But he's such a cute dork and I have cute dorky things brewing in my head about him.
QUIRKS; calls people things in italian. cannot see the difference between bad jokes and good jokes, so laughs at everyones jokes. also makes his fair amount of bad jokes. sticks his tongue out while concentrating. bites his lip- alot. constantly smiling. will steal your blanket. watches cartoons. bakes for his friends. his bag is some mary poppins type shit- he has everything. hums in his sleep. hates friday the 13th. early riser. list maker. makes little notes for his roommate before he leaves for his morning walk. rarely late. carries 5 different types of foreign money "in case.". has a survival kit and escape plan for his dorm for just about everything. habitual. names his weapons. flander-ises words just because "where are the spoodly-doodlies?!" . has an uncanny knowledge of the night sky. CLEANS. worries just a tad too much. actually a pretty good skiier(?) for some reason. tangles his headphones after 1.764 seconds. plans to travel the world. is trilingual (english, italian, german) learning spanish in his spare time. would legit cry if he killed an insect. vegetarian (if you could speak to animals you'd be too). has mild ocd. frecklie-decklies (no but srsly they keep appearing every time he even thinks about the sun). DAD JOKES. strangely great listener. lazy when he's outdoors. really good at history, like, really good. really fucking good at hair braiding (used to braid his sister's hair everyday, now braid king) . gets really scared on airplanes, prefers boats. hates elevators. DAD DANCING. there is a rumor going around that he had a full-blown funeral for a mouse... it is true. gets scared on public transport, cannot be alone. hands out free popsicles in summer
Ok I might just love this character (I always start hating my characters mid-writing so this is weird for me) oh lorde. This is what my life has become, fangirling over my own creations... But he's such a cute dork and I have cute dorky things brewing in my head about him.
- Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ robbie wadge
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character basic form © aurei
modified form ઽ૮૨Α
edited, modified form Luna Delta; ઽ૮૨Α
character by ℘ℓ∪tø
