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...
Laurent bit his lip hard and furrowed his brow. "W, well... He can walk and stuff... Sometimes he was bounce about lie you would think there was nothing wrong... But then some days he just never gets out of bed and stuff... Maybe... Maybe... I don't know how long." He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, letting out a heavy sigh. "God damnit... And yesterday he went and fell down the stairs too, which probably didn;t help him much..."
Laurent winced and looked away, debating the idea for a moment. "Well... Well I guess... I guess it's up to him, what he wants to do..." he said quietly, a frown on his features. "But... he's going to die anyway without you're help so... What would you do to him?" He asked with a concerned tone, leaning forward, his eyes drifting down to the orb.
Laurent looked rather terrified for a moment. "Wait... Does that mean... So far he;s only been half of himself!?" He groaned loudly and shook his head. "Good Lord, he will be impossible when its restored... Or if it works..." He mumbled the final bit before shaking his head. "A, anyway. Painful? But... But it would work, right? He;d be better? Live a normal magical life?" He looked hopefully at her.
Laurent nodded with a very rare and genuine smile coming to his face. "you know, I'd hug you if I didn't think you'd be disgusted." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he reached into a pocket and took out a small black sphere, this one smaller than the Spirit Orb. "Shall I give him a call? See if he'll do this?" He made a mental note to make sure Kei went through with it, whether he wanted to or not.
Laurent blinked slowly, an expression of pure confusion on his features as he was kisses, shaking his head and clearing his throat loudly. "Um, yeah... Right... I will do... I'll talk to him and see you soon, I guess." He nodded, standing also and giving her the promised hug, his arms squeezing her tightly for a moment before releasing her. "You're a life save, quite literally in fact." He chuckled, waving her away.
Laurent yawned loudly as he kicked open the door with a heavy black boot, one gloved hand flicked a recently smoked cigarette behind him while the other ran through his untamed white hair. Dark eyes flicked round the bar, a bored expression coming onto his features before he spotted Crepa. "Shit." He looked from side to side and edged around the room to take a seat at a table in the corner, facing away from her. "Don't feel like being tackled today..." He grumbled as he reached to his belt where a hip flask rested. "Drink time." He announced to himself as he took a large swig, sighing heavily once it was done.
Laurent was expecting a tackle, maybe some nibbling on his arm... Certainly not a sniffling crouch. He looked around awkwardly; dealing with sobbing females was something he was not at all used to. "Erm... I see..." He patted the top of her head, having little to no idea of what to to do.
"Um... Chin up?" He offered with a slight smile.
Laurent was rather preoccupied with the sobbing Crepa and so failed to notice Mitsu as he approached, he simply continued to pat the top of her head, shuffling in his seat as he felt extremely uncomfortable. "Look... Don't be down, ok? How, how about a hug?" He offered, opening his arms slightly in a very un-Laurent-like action.
As the girl growled he looked up and his face split into a wide smile as he saw Mitsu. "Oh Mitsu, good, you're here. How have you been?" He then waggled a finger at Crepa. "Hey, hey. No growling at Mitsu, I'm quite fond of him." He chuckled quietly.
Laurent found the hug rather awkward what with Crepa huddled against him, but he still managed, giving the other man a very small and brief kiss on the cheek; Laurent and public displays of affection didn't mix well. He cleared his throat quietly and nodded. "Good, glad to hear it... I have been buried under paperwork... It's been so dull. You haven't lost that blade of yours again, have you?" He chuckled, making a little joke.
"Hey, hey Crepa, come one... No need for this." He gave one of her ears a small flick. "You missed your chance for a hug, y'know... They don't come very often involving myself." He then looked between the two, sighing heavily and wishing that he was better at social situations.
Laurent waved a dismissive hand at Mitsu's comment about intruding. "Tch, don't be silly, you're not intruding at all..." He lowered his tone to a small whisper. "Don't mind Crepa, she's just a little... Odd." He then looked down at her again and had to think for a moment. "Iante...? Who is-Oh, that guy. Hmm... Nope, well not since last week. He was with Kei though, maybe he knows." He lightly shrugged his shoulders. "If you're tired you should probably go to bed... Don't you have a room?" He then answered his own question mentally: Of course she didn't have one. "Um... Hm... You could just... Nap here?" He offered, placing his coat on the chair next to him. "Up to you."
Laurent lifted a hand as if to say "Hang on a minute." To Mitsu, focusing on Crepa for a moment. He looked for a moments before snapping his fingers, apparently having an idea. He stood and dragged a nearby chair to face it opposite the one with the pillow and coat on, making them face each other in a makeshift bed. "There we go. That ok for you?"
He then turned to Mitsu with an expression of awkwardness at the situation of having to look after Crepa; something he had never had to do with normal people, let alone... Odd ones. "That gin sounds fantastic, Mitsu." He said with a small smile.
Laurent looked down at Crepa as he curled up, lifting a white eyebrow at the hand placed on his knee. He ow had a problem; He wanted to sit back down, but would moving disturb the girl. He looked anxiously at Mitsu before carefully holding her hand and he shifted himself into the chair offered to him. Deciding that it would be easier to simply hold Crepa's hand he continued to do so, looking up at Mitsu. "Hmm, thanks for this, Mitsu, what would I do without-" he then narrowed his eyes at the woman who had bumped into the other man. "Hey! Watch it... Ergh. Another reason why I hate women. Clumsy all of them." He grumbled, gesturing at Mitsu to sit next to him.
Laurent blinked across at her, an eyebrow twitching slightly. He wasn't sexist, thinking that women should be in the kitchen and things like that... He just disliked most of them. "Right, whatever. Stupid woman." He growled, forcing himself to remain quiet at Crepa's little complain, shifting his glare to Mitsu. "Hey! Don't you apologize you were just standing there. Was her-" He jerked his head in Embre's direction. "Who bumped into you. Anyway, whatever." He looked back at the woman. "You're being too loud, too annoying and are bothering her-" He jerked his head to the snoozing Crepa. "So do us all a favor and piss off, hm?"
Laurent rolled his eyes as she continued to be annoying, lifting the hand that wasn't holding onto Crepa to rub his forehead with a heavy sigh. "A twat? Good Lord... Haven't heard that insult for a few years.." He was tempted to make some insult about her age in connection to this, but a side glance to Mitsu let him know he was upsetting the other male and so he bit his tongue. "Anyway. Let's leave this... Discussion, eh?" He shrugged his shoulders, reaching for his drink to take a sip.
"Oh, I'm pleasant when the situation calls for it... Which isn't often I guess." He shrugged once again, placing a hand on Mitsu's shoulder. "I, for one, don't want to upset Mitsu anymore. So I am done with this talk." He nodded quite happily, addressing said male then. "So... What have you been up to recently?"
Laurent looked briefly at the woman, making sure she was out of earshot before sighing and shaking his head. "Well... I blew that out of proportion, didn't I?" He chuckled in a somewhat embarrassed fashion. "... Sorry about that, Mitsu." he added, taking a large gulp of gin and shrugging again. "I guess work has me tense... or maybe I'm just a jerk?"
Laurent made a sound that made it clear he didn't believe Mitsu's talk about him not being a jerk and shook his head. "Well... If you say so." He shrugged his shoulders, wrapping an arm loosely around the other's shoulders in a small hug. "Ergh. I hate work... Well no, I like the action, but not the paperwork that goes with it." He gulped down the rest of his gin, jumping slightly as a shiver passed over his body. "Woah... You feel that?" He asked Mitsu, looking somewhat confused.
Laurent nodded simply at Mitsu as he left, sighing heavily and tilting his head back, looking up at the ceiling. He crossed his arms over his chest for a moment before reaching into a pocket, taking out a small black sphere, rolling it slowly between his fingers to calm himself. "Damn temper..." He grumbled to himself.
Laurent reached a hand to his belt and slid out a slender black dagger, it sharp edge curling in wicked spikes, handle also black with a single ruby fitted into the center of the cross where blade met pommel. A heavy sigh passed between his lips as he lifted a corner of the table sloth and began to polish at the metal, eyes flicking back to Mitsu on occasion... It was rather boring sitting alone...
Laurent tilted his head as Mitsu came back, sliding the blade back into its sheath in order to brush his hands together, wrapping an arm again securely around Mitsu's shoulders. "Say something to calm me down... I feel really on edge today." He shrugged his shoulders repeatedly as if highlight how tense he was.
Laurent blinked slowly, a smile coming to his lips but he soon coughed and shook his head, giving the other male a little nudge. "Hey, hey... Don't say things like that, you'll have me goin' all soft." He tilted his head to look down at him, shaking his head slightly. "But... Yeah, I missed you too. Can't tell you how good it is to just sit down for once. Not have to rush around all the time, you know?"
