Description
Species: Humans.
Age: 23
]Height: 6'4
Weight: 195lbs
Hair: The colour is pure white and seems to often defy gravity and form small spikes that stick up and odd, random angles. There are always several small strands that drift into his face and slightly obscure his right eye.
Eye Colour: Very dark brown, almost to the point of people mistaking them for black.
Birthday: January 17th
Sexuality: Homosexual (Not openly).
Skin Tone: Rather tanned thanks to his many years traveling and training in various remote places.
Body Type: Muscular and well-tones, though not overly so.
Outfit: He always wears his long light gray trench coat, which has long sleeves, widening as they move down his arm. The fastening are a rather complicated set of black buckles that ensure it will be kept in place when moving at speed. This covers a simple black t-shit that is slightly tight over his muscular chest.
Covering his hands and forearms are a pair of dark red gloves with steel plating on the knuckles so they can be used in combat.
He wears a pair of trousers the same colour of his coat that are tight, but have enough give for them to allow complete movement.
Heavy black boots cover his feet, made of a tough leather.
Personality
General Likes: Gin, solitude, training, being paid.
General Dislikes: Paperwork, arrogant people, being invading his personal space, bright colours, coffee.
Greatest Desire(s): None. Just to live well.
Greatest Fear(s): His homosexuality being discovered.
Main Positive Trait: He has great common sense and intellect that allows him to remain one step ahead of most people which he uses to his advantage. Because of this he does not pick fights randomly, and is not foolish enough to start a fight he cannot win. He also has an almost perfect mask over his features, making it difficult for anyone to tell what he is thinking inside.
Main Personality Flaws: Deeper inside his mind he feels confusion about his sexual orientation, feeling that his homosexuality will make him seem somehow weak. This causes him to very edgy around certain subject; anyone calling him "strange" or anything to that nature will cause him to become very angry. As this suggests, his temper can often get the best of him when he should remain calm.
Unusual Traits: None as of the moment, but they may develop.
Relationships
Mother: Deceased.
Father: Deceased.
Siblings: None.
Other Family Members: Alessa (Though not related by blood, they are akin to brother and sister).
Friends: Host, Kei.
Desired Partner(s): Omitsu.
Lover: Omitsu.
Equipment
Weapons: The metal plates beneath his innocent looking gloves can be used to deliver a surprisingly hard punch, and Laurent has an advanced knowledge of pressure points due to his years of training.
His twin blades named Eros and Mortis meaning sex and death respectively. Eros is a black blade with a red tip moving down the sharp side, while Mortis is black with a white strip. They are always on his possession, strapped to his waist and they are his main method of attack.
Finall he has his long black whip called Scorpion. Very rarely does his use this, as the poison coating the barbed tip is very hard to come by and expensive, but it paralyzes whatever area it touches, making it very useful.
Magical abilities: None.
Other Talents: Noting fully polished, but he is currently training in gymnastics, which will eventually allow him to move much faster and use the terrain more to his advantage.
Anything Else: Just the various good luck charms that adorn his neck, one of which is very special to Laurent, as it bears the symbol of his Assassin Clan (A snake winding its way around a single red rose).
History
Coming for a fairly well-off family in the large city of Cledrome, he and his parents never had to worry about moeny, or anything at all. They were certainly not wealthy, but they had all they needed. Life seemed simple, but perfect.
When Laurent was 11 years old however, his father began to develop a rather serious gambling habit. His mother tried to dissuade him, failing constantly before apparently arguing with the man too much, resulting in him striking her. Eventually his addiction made him borrow money from less-than-savory characters who were well-known underground criminals. The day to collect came, and Laurent's father had no money to pay, having fretted it all away in card games. Laurent's mother hid him in a cupboard as the men came, knowing that they had barely any money at all.
The men shot his father in cold blood before turning their anger on his mother, viciously raping her before shooting her also, leaving Laurent in a blood-stained room with nowhere to go.
For several years, untill he was 15 he became a simple pickpocket, stealing to stay alive. Then one fateful day he chose the wrong target, a woman who he later learned to be called Alessa, caught him in the act and dragged him to, what he thought, would be prison. What she actually did however, was introduce him to something that would change his ilfe forever. The world of the assassin. She took him deep underground where Laurent saw people of all ages training to become killers, to murder for money. Initially he was repulsed by the idea, being haunted by the killings of his family. Alessa however, told him that the one's who had committed the crime were themselves, marked men, and she offered him the chance for revenge which he then took immediately.
Training as an assassin for a further few years, he was ready to enact his vengeance when he was 19. He performed his task flawlessly; killing every member of the criminal group without once being spotted; deadly as a shadow. As a gift Alessa granted him Eros and Mortis, the twin blades he carries even today. She then gave him permission to travel wherever he pleased, as long as he performed when needed.
And that is what he does.
"Death is my way of living... Sex is my way of coping with it."
So begins...
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Cracking his neck he walks into the bar, looking rather terrible. His white hair was dishevelled and his clothes were torn in places. Blood was spattered here and there on his clothes also, and some was in his hair. His dark eyes scaned the room briefly before he growled and walked to a table, sitting down with a loud groan or pain, unsheathing his twin daggers and placing them on the table, looking round for somthing to clean the blood and odd bits of flesh off with.
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He spotted Kaiton out of the corner of his eye and growled quietly, wanting to go over but, though he hated to admit it to himself, he couldn't do much in his current state. He finally found a small piece of cloth and began to clean his blades.
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His dark eyes look up at Fawn, narrowed dangerously "... Leave me." He looks back at his daggers, continuing his task
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He sighs, taking the glass, draining the alcohol in a matter of second before placing it back on the table, accidently smashing the delicate glass. He curses as some sticks into his hand and he growls, removing them from his skin. "Damnit... Cant even clean my blades now..." He grumbles as his hand bleeds "Damn Kei... And Kami... And Kaiton..." He curses
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He glances over at Kaiton again, narrowing his eyes before cracking his neck again "Fucking joke..." He bangs his forehead on the table, resheathing his daggers
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He raises his head, looking now at Lucid, rolling his eyes "Idiot... Damn idiot girl..." He cracks his neck, looking back to Kaiton and he stands, walking over, not caring about his horrid apperence "You. You can speak with her and Pecca." He blinks slowly "Where are they?"
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He looks at the pair for a moment before he sniggers quietly "Tch... This is... Foolish... I clearly am not needed." He cracks his neck, turning away and walking back to his table, growling to himself, looking awfull. He takes a large gulp from the bottle at his hip, glaring quietly at Kaiton
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He blinks slowly for a moment before he stands, shouting "God damn woman!" He cracks his neck, punching the table hard 2Right... Where would she go... Think..."
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As he walks into the bar he cracks his neck with an irritated sigh. He rests his hands on the hits of his daggers as he makes his way to a table and sits. He raises a hands, brushing some white hair out of his rather pale face as his dark eyes narrow, looking from person to person.
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He reraches for the bottle at his hip and takes a small sip before resting in on the table top. He leans back slightly in his chair, one hand still resting on the handle of one of his daggers.
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He yawns quietly, covering his mouth with a hand as his dark eyes resume their scanning of the bar.
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He sniggers at the foolishly loud man, shaking his head "What an idiot..." He mutters to himself before taking another drink from his bottle.
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He sighs quietly, druming his fingers on the table top in a bored fashion "God... So dull today..."
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He raises an eyebrow at Maitizu "Why do you say that?"
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He sniggers again "Rather up himself... Good at the 'poor me' buisness..." He says, more to himself than anyone else
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He rolls his eyes and sighs heavily "Hm.... Sounds wonderfull..." He mutters sarcastically
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He cracks his neck again, pulling the dagger from Kei's body as Kami begins to heal him. He picks Kei up and places him carefully in a seat, folding his arms and staring at him, the blood beginning to seep back into his skin "Hm... Something you didn't know about him, eh?" He smirks, looking sideways at Kation
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He sighs heavily, leaning forward, looking closely at Kei's face, lifting an eyelid. He leans back with a nod "Hm... Its gone so... Kei will be back and he will probably tell you everything." He turns away "... Well, you will most likely want me to leave so I will... Tell Kei I am sorry for having to stab him..."
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He blinks slowly, turning round, flicking some white hair out of his face, smirking at them "Heh... If you insist." He chuckles under his breath and takes a seat next to the unconcious Kei, again cracking his neck "Drink is needed." He nidds firmly before taking out his usual bottle, taking a few rather large gulps, sighing in satisfaction after
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