Post by LARS SEBASTIAN TRANCY on Sept 11, 2010 23:28:35 GMT -5
LARS TRANCY
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SURNAME: Trancy
ALIAS: 'Surgeon of the Damned'
'Death Surgeon'
TITLE: Physician
AGE: twenty six
AFFILIATION: ex-pirate
BRANDED?: No, crew disbanded before any 'officials' could stop them
RANK: was second hand/doctor on ship
SHIP: was on The ASYLUM
࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
Mein zelf? I 'as zort raven black 'air and dark brown eyes. Almost to ze point of being completely black. I ztand on average, at about five feet eleven inches. I am as pale az deaz itzelf. I 'ardly go out in ze zunlight. I do 'ave a tattoo on my back right zoulder. It iz off ze number 'IV'(four). I am zin zough 'ave decent muscles on my upper body due to ze 'eavy weapon I carry when I am in battle.
࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
I love ze night time. I quite enjoy going out and walking along ze zore as well. It brings an odd sort of peace over me. I enjoy ze medical artz as well.....In mein own way zough. I take it to ze extreme, as many as my patients put it. I am deeply intrigued by ze vultures and ratz az well. I find ze rat a misunderstood creature and ze vulture having 'iz own macabre beauty.
࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
I am not a fan of ze military. Being an ex pirate, zey really put a zorn in your zide. I find zcreaming rather irritating az well. I am amazed I 'ave not lost my 'earing due to 'ow much zcreaming I 'ave to lizten to on a day-to-day basis. I am not a 'appy camber whenever my patient diez in ze process either. It just meanz poor judgement on mein own part. I do not take well to spicy food or catz eizer. Zuch pesky creatures ze are.
࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
What I fear ze most? Ze military. It has been ingrained in mein mind to fear zem. Regrets? Many, but ze biggest I 'old is failing mein old mistress, Zauberei. Ze only painful zecret I 'ave is never telling mein first love I loved her.
࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
Ze weapon I 'ave is unlike what many people 'ave. I 'ave a "zabantou." It is known as ze 'horse breaking' weapon. At least, zat is what ze trader told me. It iz a large weapon, the blade itzelf being about zix feet in length. I 'ave decent ztrength because of such a weapon and I am good wiz zinking a'ed of mein foe. I'm not too good at close range combat and running after zomeone. I 'ave good stamina in battle, but you can't pay me to run a mile.
࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
sinister; I am quite....devilish in mein mind. I quite enjoy scheming in ze back of my mind.
calm; it takes quite a lot to get mein temper up. Zere are only a few exceptions to zis.
apathetic; I dont give a damn for a lot of people, including mein patients. I only operate on zose I deem fit. It comes with a price of course.
purv; well.....ex-purv I am zure.....zis trait ztill lingerz zough. I can't help but look at a beautiful woman(or man) whenever ze come by.
sexual; I lozt mein virginity awhile ago.....only a few weeks after I joined ze ASYLUM. Ever zince, mein sexuality took a turn for ze 'worst.'
manipulative; I know 'ow to get into mindz and freak people out. It'z quite enjoyable
ambitious; when I want zomeone or zomezing I go after it, plain and zimple
hurting; I am 'urting a lot beneath mein razer macabre 'outlook' on life
nostalgic; i will zometimez catch mein zelf reminiscing on ze past
monster; I won't deny it. Zometimes I feel like a monzter. Not to zay I 'ate what I've been become. Razer....I'm a god damn outcast....
࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
Mein parents were semi-rich. I waz ze older zibling. Mein little zizter was cute....but she died soon after birth. No one quite figured out her death.
I loved mein firzt crew.....We were like a familie....Too bad we got zold out. Ze crew was too big, zo zey 'ad to zplit ze 'angings. I ezcaped narrowily with mein life. On zat zip was mein first love......too bad ze was 'ung......
Ze ASYLUM picked me up. Ze captain was beautiful....I found myself falling in love for 'er....Ze was a broken zell. I tried to mend 'er....But she denied everyzing. Ze crew served the seas many years, zen disbanded.
࿂ YER STORY![/color]
I waz born on a zmall izland. I don't recall what ze name of ze place was. Ze town's only income waz ze merchant ships that came passing zrough it.
I waz ze first born. Mein fazer waz a doctor, mein mozer waz a zeamstress. I waz alwayz interested in ze medical arts. Mein zizter came out a few years after me. Too bad ze died rather quickly.
I waz a womanizer. I chased all ze girls tails. A 'gentleman' pirate came to town when I waz around fifteen years old. He offered me a zpot on ze crew, I 'appily joined in.
Ze crew gradually grew in zize. We didn't believe women brought bad luck onto ze zip. Ze captain waz beginning to fall ill. 'e was razer tall, zuffering from a rare disease known as 'giantisim.' A dizease zat forcez ze body to just keep growing.
One of 'iz lungs caved in on him, unable to zupport 'iz body. Ze second hand on ze zhip(mein zecret love) tried to convince him to retire, it waz all in vein.
Ze military caught up with us and we went along, knowing it waz fruitless to resist. I narrowly escaped ze gallows, having broken out of my cell before ze execution took place.
I was offered a zpot on a crew full of monzters. At least, zat is what ze captain called it. I joined in, knowing I could never go back to ze past. I 'appily zerved zem. Ze captain was beautiful.....but ze had taken too many heart breakings in ze past and 'ad given up on love.
I waz with zat crew from when I waz around twenty two to about lazt year(when I waz twenty five). Ze crew disbanded, Ze captain having ordered we never zpeak of ze crew again and disperse. I am currently a physician, but ztill 'old true to mein own cuztoms. I preform without painkillers or morphine(zings of ze sort). For zis, I pick and choose mein patients very carefully. Zome zay I zould be locked away in an insane asylum for what I've become. Maybe, maybe not. I'll 'appily await ze day until zomeone comes by to lock me up in mein own cell...
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EIGHTEEN࿂ CAT CASINO ࿂SIX-EIGHT YEARS
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RP SAMPLE. <3
"Lars....please....operate on him" Lars looked over his shoulder, spotting the young lady. She was a rather pretty little thing. Nice curves, long dark brown hair, pale complexion, and dark brown eyes. Her husband was suffering from multiple stab wounds.
Lars sighed heavily and walked over to the young man. He was hunched over his wife's shoulders. Lars stopped about a few inches away from the two. He gingerly touched the young man's chin with two of his fingers, his dark eyes penetrating the man's own.
"I can't, ze patient won't live" He warned the wife. The man's eyes weren't strong enough.
"Oh please, I beg of you!" The woman pleaded as Lars took a seat in the small room. The room was squareular, consisting of only a few seats. The room in the back was Lars's operating room.
"If you don't mind ze risk of your precious 'ubby dying......" Lars warned. The woman looked at Lars, as though truthfully contemplating the idea. Lars watched her in silence, simply waiting for an answer. He didn't care if he operated on this man today or not.
"Alright...." The woman breathed out. A sinisterly satisfying smile crossed Lars's expression. "At ze price 'e nevers get involved with ze military ever again" Lars warned. The young woman nodded. The man was too brittle to resist. Lars picked him up, putting him over his shoulder and headed back to the operating room. He was going to be a dead man.
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