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 Lance "The God Of Music"

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Join date : 2008-12-27
Age : 24
Location : Carlsbad, CA

PostSubject: Lance "The God Of Music"   Sat Dec 27, 2008 11:49 pm

;;Out-Of-Character;;

-;Habbo Name: Carvinn
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-;Sex: Male
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;;In-Character;;

-;Character's Name: Lance Lowell Larson
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-;Race: Paragon
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-;Class: Bard
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-;Sex: Male
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-;Age: 14
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-;Height: 5'9"
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-;Weight: 124
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-;Eye Color: Brown
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-;Hair Color: Brown
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-;Physical Description: Long, Wavy hair fell below his shoulders in a curl, His hair could easily engulf his entire head if he were looking down, It would be nearly impossible which side he was facing! his face looked relaxed, esspecially his eyes, He looked almost as if he were in a never-ending trance, although the look in his eyes held a deep and meaningful purpouse. He wasn't too muscular, as he wasn't the athletic type, sports never quite interested him, though he had the ability to lift more than half his body weight. He normally travelled in a skin-tight, long-sleeved shirt, with loose bell-bottom jeans, held up with a brow belt, that fell over his dark brown sandals.
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-;Personality: Lance is extremely quiet, and normally keep's to himself. He very rarely speaks, he let's his music speak what he feels. Noone ever has the need to talk to him, so he is rarely seen in large, and busy public areas, scince he isn't used to a public setting. It's not rare to see Lance smile, he is quite curious, and has developed a love of things, big and small. unlike most Paragons, Lance's views on war remain neutral, he believes in what is right, and what is right, is not always what is "Good", though he hate's war, despite the fact he knows in certain cases it is neccesary, he would never dream of fighting in a war.
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-;Weapon: Without having the mutual need to carry a deadly weapon around, he chooses not to, instead, a larger-than-normal mandolin occupies his arms, most mandolins are naturally about 3 feet long, or so, Lance made this mandolin himself, from a mahogany tree he found lying in the middle of a forest, he refined the mantle of the tree into a few simple blocks, wich he later took to a local woodshop to refine into planks that he soaked in water and bent int the shape of a mandolins body. He later created a neck for the Mandolins body, he used a paste made from the extract of a barrel cactus to hold the neck in place, and used three iron screws to keep it there. Later, the extracted the fibers of the barrel cactus, to dry them, and made them into strings. Alltogether, Lance's mandolin spans an estimated 5 feet long (The Normal size of a Modern-Day Acoustic Guitar).
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-;Mount: Lance Chooses not to enslave the life on an animal for Warlike Purpouses.
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-;Character History: Born into a normal Paragonic family, Lance seemed to lead a perfectly normal life, he had plenty of friends, and great parents, although as the year's progressed, the social hierarchic dissagreements made it impossible for him to fit in with any groups, He didn't seem to care so much, in fact, he liked the quiet, although something seemed missing, there was no prime influence on Lance's life, he looked all over for something to still his acheing heart, untill it finally hit him. He had created his own mandolin when he was young, as a side-project to impress his old friends. He finally went to his room and picked it up, plucking the strings, one after another, the tones were all out of place, the first string would be higher than the last, and the next would be lower than the one after, he soon found basic toneation, which he soon memorized by ear. He wanted to share this new wonder with the people of his village, noone else in his village had mastered music, there were hardly ever any musicians in his village in the first place, as he soon mastered his abilities on the Mandolin he began to create notes, and chords, which he transcribed into Notes that you can read, he began to write songs for people, and events, he was renowned in his entire village for is inspiring music, at this point Lance thought that everyone in the village was his friend, although his house remained quiet, and noone ever visited, he began to question if they would begin to take his talent for granted, the next day he kept to himself in his room, although he was to play his music at the opening of a new town refinery, he never showed up, he stayed in his room and contenued to play his own music, the song consisted of a low, relative minor scale, it was extremely moody, it brought tears to his eyes from playing it, he only came out to eat if neccesary, noone seemed to notice, or care, that he never showed up at the ceremonies, openings, weddings, or even funerals that he was meant to play at, noone ever came by his home to ask where he was. As the weeks progressed, he gained a conciousness of the world outside of his village, and he began to leave his room to walk out to the forest, and play music to his hearts delight as he watched the flora, and fauna of the forest around him, he soon began to spend the night there, his parents didn't mind, he was at the age that most children in the village move on away from their homes to go out and create their own lifestyle, but he kept to the forest .. , he would occasionally come across travellers, drawn to him by his music, they would occasionally compliment him, and go on their way, although from all of the time Lance has spent in the forest, he has grown less acustomed to using his vocal chords, and instead played songs imbuning emotion. Whilst playing upon a large rock in the forest, where two roads met in the trail, a traveller came along and complimented Lance on his musical ability, Lance merely said nothing, but he nodded, and smiled to him in agreement, the traveller asked Lance if he would come down to talk with the traveller, Lance flew down, landing next to the traveller, who later said, "It's as if the God of Music and emotion acended from the heaven's themselves" Lance, being flattered by this statement was able to muster up a reply in the form of a soft sigh, "Thank You." was all he said, the traveller having never seen a Mandolin before asked Lance if he could hold it, of course, Lance, having cherished it for the only thing that brought him true happiness, was reluctant to doing so, although, in the end, the traveller held it in his hands, and in nearly half a second, appeared surrounded in a blue gown of light, with green streakes of light emmiting from the Limber, Wooden Mandolin he held, an explosion occured, knocking Lance to the ground, he swiftly got up, and the traveller stood there, holding out the Mandolin for Lance to take back, which now appeared as if it's body was made of solid silver (Of course, It wasnt, Silver would hurt Youre Hands, It was Actually Called Ashwood, Which is White, and Appears Shiny in Direct Sunlight) Lance walked towards the Silvery object, holding it in his hands, as the traveller looked to him and said, "You're Music is Fit for the God's Now you Hold a power, That The God's would have never Forseen." Almost as fast as he said that, he was gone in a flash, Lance, still a bit startled from this, sat back down, And without thinking plucked a string on the new silver-clad Mandolin, having done that a small bird that sat perched upon a branch above him flew down and perched upon his shoulder, as he stared into the small eyes of the bird, his subconcious kicked into high gear, he could see the life of the bird flashing before HIS eyes, he saw an egg hatching, a Larger bird feeding the hatchlings a worm, he even saw a Hawk appear in his subconcious that flew above the clouds swooping down and gripping onto the bird with its talons killing it within an instant, By the time the vision ended, the bird flew away. Lance had no idea who that traveller was, or how he could be associated with the god's, but after that Day, Lance left home, and went on a search to find anyone else that had been met by the strange traveller, and any knowledge about how he could control his power.
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