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Constantine Lascar

"The body says what words cannot."

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a character in “Rorschach Academy”, as played by Stark Contrast

Description

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NAME
Constantine Lascar

NICKNAME
Stan (for close friends)

AGE
18

SEXUALITY
Biromantic|Asexual

ETHNICITY
Romanian|English|Russian

ABILITY
Biokinesis

ROLE
Senior




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HEIGHT
5'11

WEIGHT
164lbs

HAIR COLOR
Brunette

EYE COLOR
Chestnut Colored

GENERALX APPEARANCE

Constantine considers himself to be of average height, and looks, with his curly brunette hair that stays up one moment, and then finds a way to sweep over his forehead the next by even the simplest movement. Many seem to think that Constantine looks a little old for his age, perhaps it has something to do with his impeccable wardrobe of pressed ties and shirts, his deep voice, or the fact that he tends to grow stubble almost as quickly as he's shaved it off. Upon approaching Constantine, you'll no doubt notice that he smells of a light fragrance, and is obviously concerned about his appearance towards others. He seems to have an endless supply of bow-ties, and collared shirts, as well as clothing for the different types of weather, he is not one to be fashionably unprepared. Perhaps one of his more significant quirks is the small gap between his teeth, which he sees as more annoying than cute. On his person he is usually wearing gloves of some kind, and has a hand-sanitizer nearby, something that has no doubt given others the impression, and magnitude of his phobia. Underneath those gloves, are scarred hands with hyper-pigmented splotches, and healed over skin from years of washing them obsessively, one must wonder what the rest of his skin might look like.



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Soft SpokenPerfectionistCholericMethodicalConscientiousCalmWell-ManneredObsessiveAnxiousCleverWittyIdealist

___ERSONALITY

Constantine is like a dormant volcano, the type that people are wary of exploding sometime soon, though not many people seem to note this, in fact, Constantine seems completely normal to many of those who know him on at least a superficial level. He is at his best, a well-mannered, orderly, and an intelligent student, almost like a role model to others. He is soft spoken, charming, and polite, never seems to let obscenities taint his well crafted sentences, and even when insulted, he finds some way to quip back in good taste. All of this though, is a ruse, covering over deep seated problems that the young man has difficultly expressing. Do people realize that nearly every time he addresses someone there's is an air of anxiety inside him? Or that the little facial twitch he has when someone close to him sneezes is a result of his phobia? Even worse, do people realize that he over analyzes everything? That from the moment his eyelids peel back in the morning he has summarized his list of things he will do in the day, and one step off that track can send him into panic?

Worst of all Constantine suffers from both paranoia, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, his absolute fear of disease, rot, and bacteria, has caused him to resort to rather unusual means, though funny enough, whenever someone needs a tissue or some sanitizer, he always had some on stock. For him perfection is an ideal that needs to be realized, an ideal that has unfortunately made it hard to live some aspects of his life, while others may think of him as having a large social group, and good social skills, they do not see the young man who can spend hours handwriting a paper to his idea of perfection, and then erasing the entire thing once he comes across a mistake, they do not see the uneasiness he has with his everyday thoughts, the way he narrates the lives of the people around him when they aren't conscious of the diseases they might have. There is a great amount of suffering within him, and his want to lead a normal life seems too far off to even desire.

While not necessarily suffering from anger issues, he is quite irritable, a symptom of comparing his habits to others, though most people wouldn't even notice this annoyance unless they were able to easily read facial expressions. If there is one thing that Constantine finds admirable about himself is that he believes in the best of people and not their worst, he's never mean to others regardless of how they may treat him, and he has an unwavering desire to help others, perhaps as a way to help himself. He is an Idealist at heart even though he knows such a thing could be harmful to him in the long run, He is generous, and forth-with, kind even, so most people tend to be on amicable terms with him. Others may be able to see the scars that he has on the inside, and while he'd rather hide them, he does indeed try to break free from insecurities, and the paranoia that seems to haunt him nearly everyday. In any case, he's a bright young man regardless of his mental conditions, and has shown himself to be quite intelligent, though he wouldn't say that his intelligence is a particularly notable quality about himself or anything. He just wants to keep his head on his shoulders, and hope for a better diagnoses.



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LIKES

Ambient Music Years of therapy, have really only taught him one good thing, ambient music is the perfect thing to listen to when studying or just relaxing.
Photography A hobby that eases his mind, but it's more in the thought than in the action, it's the one thing he feels like he can control, taking pictures of scenery, or people, and not having much manipulation to do other than snapping a photo.
Biology/Physiology While there are certain aspects that can trigger his phobia, Constantine is extremely knowledgeable when it comes to the human body, and will often quip little facts here and there and advise against harmful substances.
Cooking For someone so afraid of germs, Constantine surprisingly, has a love of cooking, though often he has to do so with a partner for the 'dirtier' work, as he knows he'll freak out the moment he has to touch yeast, or clean meat.

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DISLIKES

Rudeness Nothing really excuses unwarranted rudeness for him, and even if he is nice to people he has a certain wariness around those who are rude right off the bat.
Tomatoes The flavor of it disturbs him, and by extension he doesn't eat things like Pizza, Ketchup, or certain Spaghetti recipes.
People who don't sneeze in another direction WHY?
Sex Fluids going into each other, gods know what type of hygiene the other person has, and high risk of infections and disease? Constantine would rather take his chances smoking.



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STRENGTHS

Level Headed ▮ While he may suffer from occasional panic attacks and anxiety, at his best Constantine is able to remain calm, even in critical situations. ◗
Curious ▮ He has a good thirst for new knowledge, and has a love for being able to teach himself something. ◗
Thoughtful ▮ While he may have his own problems Stan never eschews the problems of others over his own, he thinks it's a bit selfish to only think of himself all the time in any case. ◗
Resourceful ▮ He's got good memory and with that (depending on the subject) he could be a good wealth of knowledge for others.◗


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WEAKNESSES

Anxious ▮ Anxiety has been a life long battle for Constantine, and one he has barely even conquered. ◗
Obsessive ▮ His OCD even prevents him from doing simple everyday activities, and has affected his life far more than most people would think. ◗
Paranoid ▮ His Paranoia is most social than anything, and has to do with whether or not people can see his mental illness. It is something he wishes to hide more effectively. ◗
Overly Critical ▮ He can both be overly critical of himself, and only rarely others when the urge arises, but more on himself when his mind can't come to an agreement with how he handled something. ◗


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QUIRKS

➵||Is usually seen wearing gloves, and has tissues and hand santizer should anyone else need them.
➵||Will stare at someone rather standoffishly when they annoy him, instead of talking.
➵||Someone sneezing or coughing in a more public setting might cause a bit of panic attack, though you'll never tell since Constantine usually excuses himself before anything sets in.
➵||Cleans his side of the room religiously each and every day.
➵||Goes jogging every morning before classes.
➵||Has a tiny gap between his two front teeth.
➵||Has an English accent, and is from the UK.


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FEARS

✖||Being Buried Alive
✖||Mental Hospitals
✖||Not being able to overcome his OCD
✖||Immortality
✖||Hypochondriac; so he often worries about diseases he can catch.




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POWER
Biological Manipulation|| Constantine is able to control life on a cellular level, including but not limited to, genetic alterations and physical distortion and/or augmentations of biological functions. He can heal himself and others, induce diseases like cancer, alter his appearance, manipulate pheromones, and even increase his age, he can also sense or see sickness in others. Word has it that due to his ability to heal himself spontaneously he may be immortal, a thought that does not settle well with him.
LIMITATIONS
Well, Constantine hardly uses, or wants to use his powers, and as such they are severely underdeveloped. At most he can heal others, but knowing how he is with bacteria and putting his hand over an open wound would be like suicide to him. His powers are also quite slow, and if he were to use his DNA alteration abilities to say; alter his physical appearance, it would cause strange aftereffects like lingering traits not belonging to his original body that may take hours to wear off, sometimes he doesn't have a firm control over these powers, and may wake up with something strange, like one iris being discolored, or freckles all over his skin.




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___IOGRAPHY

Constantine imagines that he knew he was a burden to his parents the moment he could understand their shared whispers over their son, while he had a normal birth, and upbringing, there was nothing that would satisfy his already successful parents, especially not after seeing him struggle with mental illness, a trait not commonly found in a Lascar Constantine can only assume. His phobia was rather simple, not tragic enough to even share, and most definitely a little thought he obsessed too much about once it found a way to niggle into his brain. When little children are young, they are commonly taught to wash their hands right? To keep the bad germs away from making you oh so sick..., he isn't sure if that caught on more, or if when his sickly grandfather was confined to a bed from cancer, and at his young age, not understanding his powers and touching that old man's hand, the same that blessed him the day he was born. For some reason his paranoia won't let go of the thought that by simply touching the old man he had cursed him and sped his death, his young self couldn't bare to watch the man suffer, when he most obviously deserved a sweet and quick death for his months of suffering. There's a a part of him through all of the guilt, that somehow finds a light through that. After the old man's death, he started to spiral, things started to look more and more discombobulated in his mind, he wanted to fix the little nicks and scratches in the world, wanted to be free of what he thought was a curse. While his parents, not knowing what to do with their boy who was obviously trying so hard to please them, could only find it within themselves to send him off to countless numbers of therapists, who, no matter what they did could not break the spell that had taken over the boy, somehow it only seemed to strengthen over the years, but he was sure to hide it away, so whatever new doctor shared the room with him could think he was making progress while he regressed back to the same destructive behavior, finding a twisted kind of comfort in it. In the end, maybe he was destined to walk such a path, maybe it some type of retribution from the death he feels he caused, and now he covers his hands, ensuring that he won't kill another again, no matter the situation.



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So begins...

Constantine Lascar's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Catarina Yakovlev Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai Character Portrait: Aislin Buckeldee Character Portrait: Nikolina Barfield Character Portrait: Constantine Lascar Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Crawforde
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ImageImageThe silence in the room spoke volumes.The five of them sat around the wooden table made of harsh grain, like scars carved into a wizened face. The table itself was indeed old; so old none of the people currently sitting around it could remember a time the table had not been the centerpiece of the room. It had been at the academy since the building had been erected, through every renovation and update, and its weathered surface almost out of place among the slate gray concrete of the new walls. And yet, throughout every modernization, the table had remained. No one even questioned it anymore. No matter what happened, the table would always stay. It was a little island of comfort, provided some sense of ease to the people seated at its rickety chairs. Whatever bleak situation was approaching, at least the table would always stand.

This time, however, they weren't so certain. What they were about to be confronted with could topple everything the board had been working towards for centuries-- including the table. All the members sat in pure silence, not a sound uttered. The thick air of unease was palpable.

"We have to fight," the board director finally said, shattering the fragile web of quiet that had laced the room.

"With what army?" came the quick retort from a wiry female with silvery hair.

A new voice chimed in. "You act like we don't have very capable fighters on our side, Patricia."

"Not nearly as many as they have," Patricia responded immediately.

The bulky male opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by the director.

"George, Trisha, that's enough from the two of you. If we don't have sufficient numbers, we'll create them. We have a school full of talented young souls just waiting for a purpose."

George and Trisha glanced in each other's direction, the same look in both their eyes: uncertainty. The two were used to bickering-- they did so frequently-- but theirs was a friendship that could last through the ages. The many years spent working together had solidified their relationship long ago, and while their friendly rivalry never faded, their connection bordered on telepathic.

They directed their skeptical gazes to the director, who responded with a cool stare. There were several moments of uninterrupted silence before any more was spoken.

"That's ridiculous."

The director focused his gaze on Patricia. "How so?"

There was an edge to his voice like she had never heard before, something akin to serrated glass. So this was the voice of desperation.

"These children are terrified. Shaping them into capable soldiers in under a year? It's, well, frankly, it's impossible," George chipped in while Trisha was busy examining the harsh lines of the director's aging face.

Again, a tense silence permeated the air. Then, a sudden scraping noise as the director pushed back his chair and stood. "Figure it out," were the last words he spoke before stalking out of the room. The two members that had been silent the entire exchange followed his suit, leaving George and Patricia in the suddenly much colder room. A shiver ran through Trisha, and she rubbed her arms to ease the goosebumps.

This time, the silence was blissful as the two stewed in their own thoughts and worries. It was George that eventually broke it.

"Our job starts tomorrow then."

"You know we can't let them know what's happening."

"You're not suggesting we just go on pretending everything's the same as it always was, are you?"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting. We should delay the pandemonium for as long as possible."

"I agree, but... should we really be keeping them all in the dark about this?"

"Yes."

A pause.

"Alright. Fair enough. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," she agreed.

A moment of mutual sympathy and self-pity passed between them. Then, they went their separate ways, dreading the very next day where they'd tackle a task that was sure to fall harder and faster than Goliath himself. They could only hope their students would find a way to overcome their worst fears.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai Character Portrait: Aislin Buckeldee Character Portrait: Constantine Lascar Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Éric Labrecque
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Aislin's breath caught in her chest as she huffed a breath in and out. It was the start of another year; it was another chance to learn to be herself. She knew, deep down inside, that it would never truly work out like that.

The car ride there was relatively uneventful, aside from the awful rap music on the radio and the bickering between her parents over who would miss her the most. Aislin couldn't help but stare out the window - the world rushing past her window felt like it was slipping from her grasp, as if this was her perfect reality that was slipping away from her. After all, school would be filled with horror and fear - it was pretty much required.

She nodded in time to the music, that had switched to something much more upbeat and pop - she couldn't quite place her finger on the name, but she knew that she would prefer something with a better beat and singers. The term 'pop' or 'popular' had never really identified with Aislin. As a rather introverted person, it was something she didn't mind avoiding, but she still hated the genre, even if some of the songs were, admittedly, rather good.

Aislin fiddled with the bottom of the cream button up top she was wearing, her foot unconsciously tapping away on the floor of the car. She was so lost in her own thoughts, and in boredom, that she didn't notice the car roll up to the school and stop gently until her parents turned to her and showered her with smiles and kisses. "Oh, sweetie, we're going to miss you! Make sure to call us every evening and do all of your homework!" Aislin didn't meet her mother's eyes, but bent her head to stare at her lap as her mother squeezed her hand. "Yes, and you'd do well to steer clear of that Violet boy." Her father chipped in. "It's Vinny, Dad." She muttered back, shaking her head. That was one comment she was sure to ignore. Her father thought that Vinny was a bad influence on her, which he probably was, but Aislin didn't care. He was more there for her in her time of need than her father was.

Aislin sighed, before grabbing her suitcase and school bag, before sliding out of the car with a cheery grin and a wave, before slamming the door and watching the car drive off. She waited a few seconds, taking a deep breath in, before heading in. She signed in at the front desk, before quickly scanning the roommate list. To her disappointment, she wasn't with Kai or Vinny, but she was with Constantine, and that was a win in her book. Unfortunately, there was no sign of the gorgeous Eric Labrecque either, much to her disappointment. She wasn't sure how obvious it was, but the girl had more of a slight crush on the boy. Shaking her head, she thanked the receptionist and headed over to the physical powers dormitory.

As soon as she entered the building, (or rather, just before she entered) she could hear loud insults being hurled around. Rolling her eyes, she dragged her suitcase down the hall, counting the doors, before pushing her door open and walking through to her side of the dorm, before sliding the case under the bed. It was very nice, seeing the room so fresh and bright. She smiled to herself, before running a hand through her hair and deciding to see what the racket was about.

It didn't take long to locate the room the noise was emanating from, which wasn't surprising to Aislin. She rolled her eyes to herself, before knocking gently and pushing the door open slightly. "Jeez, Vinny, I should wash your mouth out with soap." She rolled her eyes, smirking to herself, before it faded from her face as she realized who Vinny was yelling at. "What the hell?! Kai?!" Aislin couldn't hide her surprise, along with her excitement and hurt. Sure, he'd grown up a lot, but just seeing him made a lump rise in her throat at the memories they'd made together. She risked a glance at Vinny, before glancing over at Geneva, smiling at her awkwardly. She had to admit, Aislin deeply regretted visiting the dorm room now. She could already tell that this year was going to be crazy - right from the start.