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 glanced sideways with a raised white eyebrow at the woman who decided to sit so close to him. He was rather fond of his personal space and frowned deeply, tossing his head to one side to remove yet further stray strands of hair. "Women." He scoffed very quietly. She shouldn't have been able to hear him, but one could never tell in this place...
He reached for his glass and tugged the collar down in order to take a large gulp. This caused a thin scar running from the left corner of his lip to the bottom of his chin to come into view, albeit briefly as soon his coat was back in place. He was quite a private individual and so shifted his position in order to place his back more to the woman... He wasn't trying to be rude, he was just... Actually he was indeed rather rude to those he didn’t know.
Laurent twitched slightly as he caught the mumble related to his scar. It was a topic of great sensitivity - Having a scar meant a moment of weakness, and there was nothing Laurent hated more than weakness, especially when it comes to his own. "Problem?" He asked, his tone sharp, eyes narrowing instantly into hostile slits. He thought about adding 'bitch' to the end of it... But he decided to hold off for the moment.
He gulped the remainder of his gin, reaching for the bottle to pour himself a second shot as he waited for her to reply, an irritated look on his features.
The steady and oddly catchy tap-tap of shoes upon a finely polished floor would reach the ears of those in the bar, the quick rhythm echoing, perhaps encouraging the tapping of a finger against a knee, or a slight nodding of the head with the tune. The sound would grow steadily louder until it would seem that the source was in the room, though it was as yet invisible.
Suddenly a circle of bright blue light would come to being in the centre of the room, the soft light casting flickering shadows on the walls and ceiling as Alois slowly came into view; his body rising upward from below the ground. One hand was upon the brim of his top hat, the other raised high above his head in what was a clearly practiced pose, and his feet were moving at a terrific speed, causing the steady tapping of the dance he preformed.
He then stopped and removed his hat in a sweeping bow, clattering his feet together smartly as he straightened and replaced the hat upon his head, glancing about happily as the circle of light faded from about his feet. “Ahh... What a glorious atmosphere!” He declared, turning slowly to regard those in the room, a soft chuckle coming from his lips.
Laurent kicked open the door to the bar, it banging off the wall with a loud thud. Dark brown eyes narrowed slightly as they scanned the bar before the young man made his grumpy way toward the bar, taking a seat with a heavy sigh.
Laurent glanced briefly to the tender with a raised white eyebrow, waving a gloved hand as he responded in a guff tone. "Gin. Leave the bottle." He nodded firmly; drinking was one of his most favorite pasttimes, after all.
Laurent sighed heavily, as if paying was a tremendous chore before he reched into a pocket and flicked the credits over one by one in what would be a very irritating gesture. "Cheers." He muttered before pouring and downing his first shot of the evening.
Laurent replied with a simple and effective; "Nah, I'm good." Before he raised his legs and crossed his ankles, placing them then upon the bar counter, cradeling the gin in his hand. Yum. Tasty alcohol.
