THE WHO
FIGHTER. HELPFUL. SNARKY. Lux Carter Dalton
AGE. 22
BIRTHDAY. September 19th
OCCUPATION. Bartender at the Element; produces fake IDs for underaged drinkers/smokers; attending university online so he can become an elementary math teacher
BIRTH PLACE. Lampton Hill
NATIONALITY. English
ORIENTATION. Bisexual. And, no, he doesn't really care about people knowing... Nor does he really scream it at the top his lungs either.
PLAYBY. Justin Chatwin
THE WHAT
FIGHTER. Rather interestingly, Lux is the kind of guy that isn't afraid to stand up for who he is and what he believes in. Granted, usually it is only the things he is passionate about that he will fight for - such as his education, his want to be a teacher, his love of graphic design and comic books, and even his own sexuality (though the last is often only if someone tries to either hold it against him or else use it as a way of blackmailing... which, well, he's the wrong one to blackmail because he has no money whatsoever). How does he fight though? With his words and his intelligence - but, when angered, he is not above using physical force. Notably, though, his fighting nature can get him in trouble.
HELPFUL. Being the fighter that he is, he tends to be helpful - extremely helpful - especially to those who cannot or will not help themselves. He wants to help others - especially though who really need the help. And, well, he has to admit that he often does get a slight thrill from helping others. He does not understand why he would get this thrill or else how... he simply does and often only nods his head, says, "You're welcome," (that is, if they say, "Thank you" in the first place) and goes on his at least somewhat merry way. True, he sometimes takes this helpfulness too far and some people do take advantage of it... but, remember, he is a fighter and not afraid to hurt others who stand against him if he feels so compelled. Thus, trying to take advantage of him... is never very wise.
SNARKY. Admittedly, this is not his best trait. In fact. It's his worst trait. And, no, this sarcasm isn't a weapon to him. Rather, it sports his sense of humor when he uses it. However, that does not change that occasionally he can hurt people with it... though normally he apologizes profusely and quickly afterward. After all, he does care about what people think of him - which is no doubt why he is so careful about how people get fake IDs from him. All the same, he finds his snarky attitude and his love of irony to be nothing more than an expression of his dry, sometimes dark sense of humor that not everyone seems to share.
LIKES. math, computers, children, comic books, graphic design, video games, people who fight for what they believe in, music, helping others, irony, sarcasm, tennis (it's about the only sport that he likes to play)
DISLIKES. being forced to make fake IDs, fire, people mistaking his sarcasm for being mean, people saying that his sarcasm is a 'fool's weapon' (it's his sense of HUMOR, damn it), people without a sense of humor, that he cares what people think about him, swimming, soda/flavored drinks that aren't alcohol,
THE WHY
BEST MEMORY. Strangely enough, Lux's best memory is the day that he was liberated from his parents. Freed from their expectations. Freed from their hopes for him - and now freed entirely to his own hopes and dreams. It felt to him - and still feels as such - that the world was his oyster. He could be anything and anyone he wanted to be... and, after all, if his parents apparently did not want him, then all the more power to him, after all!
WORST MEMORY. Lux's worst memory... the day he found that he needed to make use of the small market of fake IDs. He feels guilty for what he does - but that does not change that he needs to do it to survive. And he blames himself for it - he does not want to help other kids make mistakes... though, arguably, he could blame his parents for financially cutting him off because he would not condone their wishes for him to be some kind of doctor.
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Lux... is
that kid in his family. Yes.
That one. The one that was considered intelligent and charismatic in his youth - right up to around the time that he was seventeen or so, to be exact - friendly and often seen as a good influence. His family had great hopes for him and doted on him as he was their only son... They expected him to be like them - to become respectable and wonderful doctors. True, they would allow him to chose the field as he so wished... But Lux had other ideas in mind. He was not exactly a trouble-maker - not by choice anyway (though he had a tendency to simply get involved in the wrong crowds or else simply be in the wrong places at the wrong times).
As a pre-teen, Lux developed a strange and uncanny love for numbers - for math - and another obsession with computers, particularly graphic design. This is where most of his friends developed interests as well. Interests in comic books, video games, some rather strange animated action shows also arose in the confines of his friends throughout his pre-teen and then teenage years. This, in the end, gave him the reputation of something of a geek or a nerd to most people. Not that he minded - he had friends enough and quite a few girlfriends... and a few occasional boyfriends that he kept secret from his parents (as it was, he figured there was nothing wrong with them - they were cute and he felt attracted to them and fuck anyone who thought it was odd... and, yes, that included any church who told him so). Notably, when he was sixteen years old, he volunteered his time at a day care center and found that he had a great love for children and helping them learn and grow - which would later manifest in his wish to become a primary school teacher.
In reality, it was not until he was around seventeen that he officially became
that kid to his parents. When he was seventeen, he informed them that - no, he wasn't going to be a doctor like them. He wanted to be a primary math teacher. And... well, the idea of him getting married and having kids was only fifty percent likely seeing as he did like the male anatomy just as much as he liked the female anatomy. In this, while his family did not abandon him entirely, they showed their obvious and blatant dislike of 'his decisions' in life and thus refused to pay for any university education he would get. Thankfully, however, he managed to gather what money he had, to get a job, and then to get into a good school - even with a small scholarship on the side.
And now? Now, he works as a Bartender at the Element and makes fake IDs for some extra cash so he can pay the bills as well as pay for the rest of his education (which will be ending in about a year from now). Notably, though, if he had the choice... he would never make fake IDs for people... But it's not like he has much choice in the matter either.
THE HOW
RP SAMPLE.Mikey wanted to kill Benjamin. Mostly because he had lost his friend in the crowd. Again. It probably didn't help that Benjamin had forced him into this damn hoodie with that dare. 'Free Hugs'? From him? Not only because he was a hitman - but then his general attitude too? Seriously? It didn't really bother him that it was red - he was fine with wearing something other than black, after all - but it was the words that annoyed him most. Or maybe that was because three people had tackled him for hugs already. One of which had been high and tried to grope him. Another had been very drunk and nearly thrown up on him. At least the third one had been sober and sane enough not to try and grope at his ass. And now - "Oh, it's a free hugs kid." Crap. Not again! He was tugged into a tight hug that lifted him off the ground and nearly suffocated him. "Can't... breathe." He wheezed as he felt his airways constricting now. Probably didn't help that he could very clearly smell something like a mix of pot and beer on the man. Mikey started to kick desperately, panting until he was finally let go - not sure if he should be happy about only nearly suffocating this time.
And Mikey fled from the crowd, cursing the man who had just hugged him and feeling admittedly kind of dirty - not from the smell of the people around him - but from how many people had touched him. It was not that he was against people touching him - on the contrary, he was quite open to being close with people. People he knew and cared about that is. Not just random people who were hopping around drunk and high off their asses at a huge party of sorts. Not just random people who groped at his ass. Not just random people who nearly threw up on him. And certainly not random people who nearly suffocated him. So... people in his classes that he bonded with or people who he hung out with at the theater or, hell, Benjamin. But not random people that he did not know... who probably had sexually transmitted diseases of sorts... Thank God hugging didn't normally involve the exchange of bodily fluids.
The male found himself at the bar, sitting down next to a girl who looked rather glittery... and actually the exact opposite of what he looked like right now. Though, arguably, he did have the red 'Free Hugs' hoodie... Which still wasn't quite her style. After all, he had studded bracelets on his wrists and a studded collar and black jeans and that odd black t-shirt with one of those odd witty comments ('I thought the future would have more beep boop noises') and then those somewhat clunky boots of his. And then the pocket knife... and the gun... and the bullets... and the gun silencer. He wondered if it would be all right to unzip the jacket and make it harder to see the fact that he was wearing this particular hoodie. ... Something told him that would result in Benjamin ultimately killing him. Or severely hurting him. "Please tell me you've met a very annoying, possibly lost looking man named Benjamin?" He asked the woman covered in glitter. "I want to kill him." Funny... Mostly because he had the means to do so just under his clothes right now.
Mikey gave a shrug before turning away. "Stupid bastard forced me into a jacket that made drunk, high, and horny people attack me for hugs, apparently." Damn the fact that he had even taken the dare too... especially seeing as he had not asked for any compensation for it in return.
I,
FELIX, AM
SEVENTEEN AND HAVE READ ALL THE REQUIRED INFORMATION. NOT TO MENTION THINK THIS SITE IS REALLY RAD. JUST SO YOU KNOW MY FAVOURITE THING IS
Good Morning Milo CD <3 AND I FOUND WWB
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