Description

"There's no greater waste of time in life like that of dealing with people."

| Full Name |

| Hair Color |

Dark brown, seen with a slightly ashen hue in natural lighting. Always seen swept away from his face, though loose strands occasionally bother. Reaches a bit past the nape of his neck.

| Eye Color |
Also a very dark brown, though lacking much light to them at all, causing a very distant and/or cold feeling to be associated with them. 　　　

| Height |
6 feet even, or approximately 1.85 metres.

| Weight |
156 pounds, approximately.
　　　
| Scars |
Bite mark scars on the far right side of his neck, quite far to the back, enough so that it's concealed mostly by his longer hair. They've faded over the years, and he is able to pass off the raised bumps and two ridges as an injury from the wiring of traps for hunting.

| Oddities |
Has slightly elongated canines, though nothing too dramatic. It might seem just a bit weird to some people, but more weird would be the fact that he smiled in the first place. As well, he is extremely perceptive in his environment, more than regular people, though this mostly aids him in hunting and is referred to as just a natural 'talent'.

| Personality |

{Aggressive, Disdainful, Unsympathetic, Serious}

Landon, amongst older people of the court and those higher up, acts like a very decent person. He's courteous, polite, perhaps even charming beyond his looks. Of course, servants who work around him and most younger people there know very well that he's not really like that. Landon is very controlling of the people around him, always wanting things his way and with no interference from anyone. Telling people what to do partly for enjoyment, but mostly for the comfort he actually feels from it. His patience wears thin very quickly, and if people test him any longer than he can stand, he will snap. Usually this comes out verbally, though sometimes, physically. The possibility of feeling any guilt from his rash actions is very slim to none. He finds it extremely difficult to relate to people, or to 'walk in their shoes' and imagine how they might be feeling. It takes too much effort from him, and so he decides that ignoring others is just the way to go.

He will really only focus on people if he's in a bad mood. Most of the time, he is very disdainful, paying no mind to most of those around him. The case with him is if you don't speak to him, then he won't speak to you. His favourite types of people are those who are quiet, and pay little to no mind to him. Unless, for some reason, you have the same interests as him. Landon is very passionate with his hunting, and actually happens to get along well with those who work with him, trapping and working with gun technology. He isn't one to joke around in his work, or really in any situation. The closest thing to humour you could find in him would be his dry sarcasm. Landon, while holding many of these negative traits, manages to be decent when it's called for. He can be charismatic and even seductive when he wants to be. Of course, everything he does is usually to serve his own needs. It still remains that he's not here for the people, in terms of friendships or relationships, no, here's here for the work that just happens to require people to be surrounding it.

　　　
| Hobbies |
Hunting- Hoping to turn it into his actual occupation at the court, for entertainment and conventional purposes, Landon enjoys hunting for the excitement, the blood, the chase and for the fact that he's better at it than most people. Due to his heightened senses, and unusual strength and speed, the sport is extremely well suited for him.

Bossing People Around- He sure counts that as a hobby, seeing that it's something that he enjoys. Being the gentleman usher, he is a slightly higher level of servant. That does not entitle much, but to him, it at least means that he can order around the lower servants. Oftentimes he's quite harsh, enjoying getting a scare out of some of the more shy and nervous ones when he yells at them for leaving a spot on a glass.
　　　　　　

Hunting
Dogs
Architecture
Firearms
Mathematics/Arithmetic
Trapping
Fishing
Blood/Feeding
Horses
Fine Clothing

| Dislikes/Hates |

Cats
Archery
Regular Food/Drink
Large Fires
Talkative People
Long Conversation
Hot Weather
Loud People
Jokes/Humour

History:
The more detailed and the lengthier, the better- (At least 2 detailed paragraphs)

| Face Claim |
Ben Barnes

So begins...

Landon Kinsley's Story

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Renaissance England

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#2014-07-23 08:16:35, as written by Chatoyant

Summer mornings were never a very good time for Landon. An early, bright sun piercing through the veil of night, hustle and bustle around as people began to rise, noisy birds, and most annoying- tired, clumsy servants. He had to rise early if he wanted to be there to watch over the servants to make sure they were perfect in every aspect. Always very critical about how things were run in the mornings, a schedule being his best friend, Landon was there to yell and hurry along the slower servers, making sure that they finished morning tasks at a decent time. This morning however, had been particularly bad. Servants were slow, fine glasses shattered, plates were not cleaned, and some had decided that they would rather sleep in a bit longer than show up. It was almost late morning by the time everyone had calmed down, and things finally started to go into motion. Landon was about ready to kill someone at this point. Of course, that would not have been very acceptable in this environment. Rather than linger longer than he needed to, he left the upper quarters, as it would be a while before the servants had to rush to make any meals once again.

He instantly began his way outside, trying his best to pay little mind to the headache that the bright sun gave him. He knew exactly how to rid of his pent up anger, and his path began to sway towards the stables. Without a word, he went inside and began to lead out the horse that belonged to the Master of the Hunt. By now, most knew that he was in a sort of apprenticeship with the man, hoping one day to overtake him when the time was right, and work no more as someone who watched over the servants, but someone of a higher position. He tried his best to be as silent, and as quick, as he could. The last thing he wanted was that annoying stable-hand to begin conversation with him. Landon saddled up the horse and put a rein on without much difficulty, slipping out of the stables, lazily guiding the horse behind him. He continued to lead the animal on the more populated pathways that people took towards more populated shopping areas and beyond. It wasn't until he began to hear the voices drown away did he climb up onto the chestnut horse, and veer off the well beaten path into thicker areas of the forest.

The ground wasn't laden with too many stray branches, and though the trees were close, he was still able to effectively maneuver the animal. The shade of the full canopies was a great relief from the burning sunlight. For the first time in that day, Landon felt completely content. He continued deeper into the trees, hearing the sounds of wildlife all around him. A hare sprinted by the back legs of his horse, and the large animal let out a flare of panicked breath from its nostrils, startled.

"Calm down now..." Landon muttered quietly, placing a reassuring hand on the neck of the stallion, and pressing his heels into the side of the animal, pushing him onward. His view glanced downward, noticing the familiar footprints signifying that he had been here before. Up ahead, the clearing looked very familiar. He pulled the reins gently, getting off of the horse and planting himself firmly on the ground. He reached into the leather saddlebags on the horse, pulling out small trap, similar to a bear trap though much smaller, obviously designed for creatures such as rabbits and foxes.

The young man moved forward, pushing himself through a brush of bushes. He crouched down, bending his knees, and used his free hand to part the thick mass of leafy branches. Hidden amongst the cover of the bush, was a small rabbit den, burrowed into the ground. And, right next to it, a large rabbit ensnared in the trap, blood surrounding its hind legs where the claws had pierced it. Landon felt a very familiar sensation at the back of his throat, a sort of burning similar to the feeling of a sore throat. He let out a quiet cough, pressing his hand up against his neck, as if to try and rid of the feeling. Already though, he felt his senses sharpen, his vision tunneling, only focusing on the dead, bleeding victim of his trapping. Landon usually had more self control than this. It must have been because he hadn't actually had human blood for a very long time. His grip on the limp rabbit tightened, and blood gushed from its wounds. It had died just recently.

Setting down the trap, he reached his other hand forward and brushed the tips of his fingers against the fresh blood, watching as the droplets attracted to his skin. Landon brought his two fingers towards his mouth, quickly getting a taste of the blood. Just that set his throat even more ablaze. He considered a possibility for a moment. Right here, in the middle of the woods, taking all the blood he could from the animal just to keep him going for a bit longer. But...no. That'd be stupid. Insensible. Anyone could come by just now and see him.

He set the new trap, turned around, and got a bit more blood for himself once again before putting the carcass into a saddlebag and mounting the horse to set off again; unaware though that some stray blood had settled itself on the collar of his white shirt.

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#2014-07-24 19:47:34, as written by Miss Nomer

Samuel's eyes followed the blonde noblewoman until she and her horse are out of sight. She had quieted down upon meeting his eyes, and he already took that as a slight step towards having won. Of course, it is childish to think this way, but no one has ever accused the flame-haired stable boy of being overly mature or wise. His knowledge is the flexible, fluid sort that is so common in youth, valuable in its ability to change, but lacking the concrete quality of the crystallized intelligent one earns from age and experience. He is good at pranks, but not advice, and could perhaps solve a riddle or create a new solution for an old problem, but might falter in a conversation brimming with references and past knowledge. This is perhaps to be expected of him, though, for he has not had enough experience in his short 19 years to be deeply interesting, and is not well read enough to borrow from others. In fact, he has never read at all, really --Samuel's literacy level is painfully low. It is not necessary for a stablehand to be well-read, after all. His parents taught they what they knew, but their literacy is similarly unimpressive.

Another person walked in soon after the blonde had left, but the sight of the individual only put a sort of scowl on Samuel's face. Landon is well known for his snobbishness, which some of the servants view as unjustified due to his lack of noble blood. Some of the maidservants seem to fancy him, much to the confusion of many other members of the staff. Samuel is far from Landon's biggest fan, clearly, because he cannot stand the disdain with which the man seems to look down upon other servants. Luckily, they have little exposure to each other --Landon rarely asks for anything to be done with his horse when he visits the stables, typically just leading the horse away briskly, as he has just done. Not sorry to see him go, Samuel is about to start grooming another horse when a maidservant comes into the stable with her mistress. Samuel smiles at the maid, who has very pretty brown eyes, and bows to the noblewoman, face void of warmth. The two chatter about some event that is to be held in the next day or so. Uninterested, Samuel tunes out initially. However, upon hearing something about servants being able to attend, his attention is caught. He listens enough to learn that it is a ball, meant for servants and nobility to intermingle without knowledge as to who is who.

Admittedly, he finds the idea rather interesting. It is tempting, the thought of anonymously interacting with people who don't know whether he is nobility or a servant. His hair and calloused hands would likely give him away, but the thought still remains.

Rebecca is content enough with the course of the conversation, for while she is enjoying it well enough, the woman really is itching to fall [mentally speaking] into the novel that is still resting in her arms. Lord Blythe begins to bid her farewell, citing his need for clean clothing and grooming as a reason for going. She has no qualms with this, as previously mentioned, and his looks are rather funny at the moment. Of course, and she would be unlikely to say this out loud, she finds certain aspects of his appearance sort of silly to begin with. His hair, for example, makes her think more of a child, perhaps two years old, than a young lord. And the use of his hands all the time is funny to watch, this goes without saying.

She is about to say goodbye, and perhaps find a comfortable spot on the bench to begin reading, when he makes the comment about her invitation for a bed of moss. There is a millisecond in which she is taken off guard, confused by his response. It is then that she realizes her statement to have been misinterpreted. Rather than a suggestion that he had been in a woman's bed last night, he takes her moss comment as a recommendation that he join her on one --that seems to be the case, anyway. Not wanting to be misunderstood again, she falters for but a moment. In a typical conversation, this missing of a beat would be typical --in the case of Rebecca, it is a hint at her hesitation.

"It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I'm afraid that I'll have to pass on such an opportunity in the future, milord. I'd rather a book in the moss than a boy," she says, quickly returning back to the situation at hand. The surprise had created a slight delay, but not a block. She curtsies very shallowly once more. "Until next time," she adds, probably waiting for him to leave before she sits and begins reading. To do so before he has at least turned away might come across as slightly rude, after all.

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Landon Kinsley

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a character in “Our Rebirth”, as played by Chatoyant

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Landon Kinsley's Story

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