[hider=LANG] [CENTER][img]http://media.tumblr.com/08c58874196176888e557ca9a17e55c7/tumblr_inline_moyt7pNtHH1qz4rgp.gif[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/430784719030845450/430797210825916436/Lang-aes.gif[/img] [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxW3Ed7GrhQ]β™ͺβ™ͺ[/url][/CENTER] π—™π—¨π—Ÿπ—Ÿ π—‘π—”π— π—˜ [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent]Lang Emanuel Monyethebeng.[/indent] π—”π—šπ—˜ [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]25[/INDENT] π—”π—£π—£π—˜π—”π—₯π—”π—‘π—–π—˜ [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] Lang lives by the philosophy that if you don’t care how you look, while maintaining a certain level of confidence, no one else will either. He shaves his hair into a buzz cut or slightly longer yet certainly still short. He carries himself with a respectful yet incredibly confident air, not doubting himself much at all – even when it’d perhaps be healthy to do so. Lang carries a slight southern drawl originating from Corpus Christi Texas, even though he was born in Johannesburg and didn’t move until he was five. He has certainly taken to many American traditions however, big meals, acoustic guitars – all the necessities. Lang tends to wear a decent amount of clothing, often sporting a buttoned flannel jacket, an undershirt, and potentially a fall jacket should the weather call for it. Though he is also no stranger to the tank and shorts combination if he can find a beach. Of course, since moving to Edgetoun Lang hasn’t found too many beaches, sad to say as his beach body is something of a work of art. The young man has a rather welcoming smile and a friendly way about him, often times making sure everyone is involved in any given activity. He stands around six feet four inches and has quite a bit of bulk on him. He eats a very high protein diet and is constantly working out. That is, when he isn’t consumed by his studies. He sports near-permanent bags under his eyes do to his constant late nights, but it isn’t all that surprising for a beat cop working night shifts. He also seems to have a realism play through his eyes whenever drinking comes up in conversation. Speaking of, his piercing blue eyes betray his all brawn and no brains appearance. They evaluate everything around him and often feel somewhat invasive. Though his kind and relaxed facial features do alleviate some of this, thankfully. Overall, Lang looks like a nice guy, but the longer you look the longer the spool of yarn seems to travel.[/INDENT] π—’π—–π—–π—¨π—£π—”π—§π—œπ—’π—‘ [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]First time, long time and beat cop by night.[/INDENT] π—™π—”π—–π—§π—œπ—’π—‘ [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Circle of Sorcery.[/INDENT] π—£π—˜π—₯π—¦π—’π—‘π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—¬ [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT] Lang is as [color=b59130]self-destructive[/color] as they come. Outwardly, he wants to be your friend and he seems like he’s got it all together. He is also fairly well spoken, something that belies his stereotypical cowboy appearance somewhat. He is soft-spoken and [color=b59130]contemplative[/color], he loves speaking with another intelligent or passionate person. It is when he is alone that he changes. It starts small, a few drinks when he gets home, some practicing of his transmutation, perhaps his summoning, fatalistic comments about his father, about him, how bad could he have been that his father had to leave? A few more drinks, a sarcastic comment about Lang being yet another beat cop with a drinking problem. A few more drinks. Hopefully at this point he passes out. Lang when he is with people is nice, but in a [color=b59130]distant[/color] way. He compliments you on your performance on the field and is off before you can respond. He’ll be the first to pat you on the back if you need it, but you won’t reach him later that day when you send him a message. Even on a good day where you catch him eating, perhaps sit down with him, he has become all too experienced in dodging questions and using those questions to ask you something instead. It is a faΓ§ade that has worked, but surely someone has noticed at this point. His smile hangs a little too low to be believed one hundred percent of the time. Lang is better when he has something to do. Work at night and the radio distract him from his busy mind so his smile is a bit lighter at night. For all his negatives though, at the end of the day he is a [color=b59130]genuine[/color] man – honest to his core.[/INDENT] π—›π—œπ—¦π—§π—’π—₯𝗬 [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Lang’s past isn’t too spectacular or interesting. He was born in Jberg and spent the first five years of his life there. Enough to have something of an accent when his mother moved them to Corpus Christi, Texas. His father didn’t come with them – at the time it was something to do with his pride, but his mother wouldn’t explain for more than a few years. Lang didn’t care too much at 5 he liked his mom better anyway. Lang had pretty basic interactions with most of the other kids in school. They made fun of his accent for a few years, he hit puberty first and they stopped making fun of him. By the time he graduated high school he was indistinguishable from any other Texan. Blond hair, blue eyes and captain of the football team – he was absolutely ordinary for where he was. Other than the fact that no announcer could read the name on the back of his jersey, but they clearly meant well. He even had a nickname that was a rabbit hole until an inside joke. His friends called him Cash as it was easier to remember than Lang or Monyethebeng. The reason was one memorable game in which one announcer referred to him as Land Moneyinthebank. He nearly dropped the ball from laughing so hard. Once he graduated his mother told him about his father, that they didn’t regretfully leave him there and that he was something of an alcoholic – a violent man. Lang took the information but he wasn’t sure how to synthesize it. It was something of a catch 22 that he had found himself in. He didn’t want to acknowledge his father, hell he had barely thought about him for years. But he couldn’t help but feel like no matter what he did it was a response to who his father was. Lang was looking pretty good coming out of high school, save for his grades. He was something of a local legend with his football play but only a year into school at UTofA. After dropping out Lang was 19 years old and directionless. He spent his days drinking and his nights working construction. This continued for three more years before he decided that he was going to do anything but end up like his father. He bought a plane ticket, kissed his mother farewell and moved to the UK. Edgetoun, specifically – he didn’t want to be known and he certainly didn’t want a reputation and Edgetoun felt big enough that it had other things going on. It took him two and a half years to get a job on the Metropolitan Police in Edgetoun. But there he was, in his new uniform driving around aimlessly, partnerless, listening to a voice on the other end of a radio – for some reason refusing to turn it off. He’d even call in every once in a while. That radio became his single greatest lifeline in an insanely short amount of time. In his car at night listening to her voice is home for Lang. [/INDENT] 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗒𝗨π—₯π—œπ—§π—˜ 𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗑𝗧𝗦 [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT][h3][color=b59130]Diamond in the Rough[/color][/h3] – A batting cage by the precinct he spends breaks there unless he’s calling in to his favourite radio station. [h3][color=b59130]The Slye Fox[/color][/h3] - It's a pub that's been standing for longer than most of the buildings in town and a great place to get a pint. The owner could be some persuasion of creature given the odd hours of the pub closing at 9 in the morning and opening at 3 pm, but it fits Lang's hours nicely.[/INDENT] 𝗙π—₯π—œπ—˜π—‘π——π—¦ & π—™π—”π— π—œπ—Ÿπ—¬ [color=b59130]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [INDENT]Lang’s mom lives in Texas still, and he doesn’t have any friends yet. Just a radio.[/INDENT] [/hider] [hider=RELATIONSHIPS] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/akvWrKO.gif[/img][/CENTER] π—˜π— π— π—” π—₯π—˜π—‘π—¦π—›π—”π—ͺ [color=623034]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"I couldn’t tell you, unless she was one of those girls I picked up outside Pavlov’s place I doubt I’d know her."[/i] Yup just checked the names, no Emma Renshaw in that group though. Those girls were hell incarnate, I’ll tell you that much though. Kept trying to rip my shirt off, think one of β€˜em called me daddy. Shit was weird.[/indent] π—žπ—”π—Ÿπ—œ 𝗔𝗑𝗔𝗑𝗗 [color=CC823D]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"The museum… Runner? Owner? Shit I don’t know, she works at the museum."[/i] Well I only just found out about dhampires a few months ago… So I heard on Stranger Things last week somethin’ about a kind of demo-gorgon? Maybe she’s that, To be honest I don’t really know what’s real at all anymore I’ve got magic, my little buddy is a vampire but also kind of like a zombie or somethin’. Strange times.[/indent] π—Ÿπ—”π—¨π—₯π—˜π—Ÿ π—•π—œπ—‘π—Ÿπ—˜π—¬ [color=a20105]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Look, my mama used to say that the best thing you could do for Atlas was take the weight off his shoulders, even if it was only for a second. So yeah, you betch yer ass I’ll buy him a hot meal and make sure he’s okay."[/i] Even if Indigo tells him he’s soft, the kid just… Well he’s too familiar honestly. Lang sees to much of himself in Laurel to even consider arresting him, or even tellin’ anyone else about the kid. If Lang is what it takes to make sure he stays around as long as he can, then Lang will be there every Thursday waitin’ for him. Lang feels especially bad for those around Laurel. He knows how his mother hates his drinking and he knows it must be affecting those around Laurel for him to have to do what he does. So he tries his best to stay out of the kid’s business, especially when he’s going through a tough time. He has taken to helping him out with some homework when he has time, but mostly it’s just him and Laurel in a booth talking about whatever suits the kid’s fancy that day.[/indent] π—π—”π—–π—ž π—Ÿπ—”π—­π—”π—₯𝗨𝗦 [color=6e9887]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Well he seems nice, I don’t have a dog or nothin’ but if I did I’d probably stop by."[/i] Shit why don’t I have a dog?[/indent] π—œπ—‘π——π—œπ—šπ—’ 𝗕π—₯𝗔𝗬 [color=9dc680]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Indigo? Yeah she’s cool. Weird that a cop and a stripper hang out and practice spells, or whatever."[/i] She’s one of my only lifelines in this strange town. Honestly, sometimes I end up callin’ her in the middle of the night just to make sure some stupid shit Pavlov told me ain’t true. Like fuckin’ garden gnomes are watching me or somethin’. Fuckin’ Pavlov. But hell, Indigo is a bit shut off, even comin’ from me you know that means some kind of shit. [/indent] π—•π—Ÿπ—”π—žπ—˜ 𝗣π—₯π—˜π—¦π—§π—’π—‘ [color=gray]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Blake Preston is an honest to god savior in this town."[/i] Shit – how else am I gonna know the ten things I should look out for if my roommate is a demon? I mean, I don’t have a roommate and I don’t wanna live with a demon, but you bet your ass I bookmarked that in case I find myself in a position where I have to![/indent] π—”π—˜π——π—‘π—¬π—« [color=680110]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Well he was a conundrum and a god damned half."[/i] I thought all the fairies were supposed to be like little tinker bells or something?[/indent] π—¦π—œπ— π—’π—‘π—˜ 𝗦𝗖𝗔π—₯π—₯𝗒π—ͺ [color=F7941D]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Aw hell, I don’t mind playing good cop but I get the feeling most kids β€˜round these parts don’t want to associate with a cop anyhow.."[/i] She’s a part of the circle too, but she’s a bit younger than me. I’ll invite her to one of Indigo and I’s study sessions if she ever gets stumped I s’pose.”[/indent] π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—¦π—§π—”π—œπ—₯ π—€π—¨π—˜π—˜π—‘ [color=253B7D]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Damn that sumbitch looks young for his age."[/i] I heard he was 34. Hope I look that good at 34.[/indent] π—–π—’π—Ÿπ—œπ—‘ π—₯π—˜π—‘π—¦π—›π—”π—ͺ [color=black]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Frankly I’m somewhat partial to Blake’s work on the supernatural – but I bet this guy is one of them."[/i] Yup, no doubt in my mind. He’s got one of them lizard people looks that I’m always hearin’ about back home.[/indent] π—”π—’π—œπ—™π—˜ π—₯π—˜π—œπ—Ÿπ—Ÿπ—˜π—¬ [color=c8a2c8]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"She works at the book store, huh?"[/i] Well, I’ve been readin’ more and more so I’ll probably run into her. But she looks like a nun so I don’t think I’m gonna have to intervene on her helpin’ an ol’ lady cross the road or whatever her volunteer hours consist of. .[/indent] π—žπ—˜π—œ [color=00FF7F]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Optional - character's own words."[/i] Description of relationship here.[/indent] π—Ÿπ—¨π—žπ—” π—£π—”π—©π—Ÿπ—’π—© [color=854442]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"This sunuvabitch right here, I swear to shit he has my number in his phone."[/i] And I guaran-fuckin-tee that he asked Aila for it. Probably told her he was takin’ me out on a date or some shit, she told me she was a hopeless romantic. He keeps β€˜informin’ me that all this stupid fake shit is real. Like he nearly convinced me that gnomes, fuckin’ harpies, the tooth fairy, werewolves and fuckin Zeus were all actual things. Fuckin’ werewolves can you believe that shit?[/indent] π—Ÿπ—’π—¨π—œπ—¦π—˜ π—Ÿπ—”π—‘π—šπ—•π—₯π—’π—˜π—ž [color=DC9C74]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Yeah, her radio show is somethin’ special. If I ever can’t make it in time I make sure to tape record it for my workouts – her voice is just calmin’ too me. Makes me feel safe, y’know?"[/i] Whenever Louise asks for an opinion from the audience Lang makes sure to hit that number one speed dial. He absolutely adores her show, but more Louise’s commentary. She just adds something that, to him is completely irreplaceable and entirely unique. Indigo, Pavlov, other officers down at the station all tease him for his romantic tone when he talks on the show and his effort he puts in to making sure he comes across well enough, but he doesn’t mind. Every once in a while he’ll get a chuckle from the other end that changes his perspective. Every single time without fail, he doesn’t need to drink if he’s listening to her.[/indent] π—Ÿπ—’π—žπ—œ 𝗩𝗔𝗑 π—¦π—§π—˜π—‘π—•π—˜π—₯π—š [color=9a130a]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Never heard of this one."[/i] Are you making people up now?[/indent] π—”π—œπ—Ÿπ—” π—”π—§π—Ÿπ—˜π—’ [color=49ad79]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Yeah, the secretary I know her alright."[/i] She’s the sad type, for sure. Feel real bad, and I try to buy coffee for everyone so she doesn’t know I’m grabbin’ her some. I know how it feels to be a pity case. Still though, at least I know she’s human.[/indent] π—˜π—©π—˜ π—Ÿπ—¨π— π—œπ—˜π—₯π—˜ [color=2f556b]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"She serves me drinks, nice lady."[/i] Everybody’s always telling me how attractive she is, but I don’t see it honestly. Even weirder, is when I tell the guys at the station they all just look at me like I’m stupid. I know what attractive is and sure she ain’t ugly, but she perfect neither.[/indent] 𝗦𝗨π—₯π—œπ—˜π—Ÿ [color=AF9E96]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"I think she’s mended an officer or two, that’s might fine of her."[/i] But shit with the way this town is going, she’s probably some kind of soul sucker or some shit. God, I dunno, I’m just tired of all the scary shit. How can vampires be real but Santa isn’t.[/indent] π—₯π—˜π—‘π—”π—§π—’ 𝗖𝗔π—₯π—©π—”π—Ÿπ—Ÿπ—’ [color=386467]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Renato seems like an up front man, good on him for that."[/i] I know a shit ton of journalists must be losin’ their shit but the guy seems pretty in control and hasn’t stopped putting out quality work. I check his stuff every once in a while, seems like good stock.[/indent] π—šπ—¨π—¬ π—Ÿπ—˜π—˜ [color=7ac0fa]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"A guy named Guy? England is weird."[/i] What’s next a dog named dog? Shit I really need a dog.[/indent] π—˜π—Ÿπ—˜π—”π—‘π—’π—₯ π—˜π—‘π—šπ—Ÿπ—œπ—¦π—› [color=ff1a1a]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"Boss said not to fuck with her and if her kids came in, to bring them to him. Kinda weird, but whatever."[/i] Everyone owes someone something, that’s one of the things you learn in this job. That and don’t trust fuckin’ club owners who tell you gnomes are real. Fuckin’ Pavlov.[/indent] π—‘π—œπ—–π—’π——π—˜π—  π—žπ—”π— π—œπ—‘π—¦π—žπ—œ [color=89352C]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"One of Edgetoun’s best."[/i] He owns my favorite bar, of course I love the guy. I s’pose that says more about me then I’m comfortable admittin’ but maybe one day it won’t. Should that day come I still think Nico will be a good man in a good bar. So I’m comfortable with where we stand. Nothing seems below bar that could be considered important so what the hell.[/indent] π—–π—”π—˜π—Ÿ [color=676FA5]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"I hate that shit."[/i] People are always puttin’ it in smoothies and salads and shit.[/indent] π—˜π—§π—˜π—₯π—‘π—œπ—§π—¬ [color=9cc8ff]β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”β–”[/color] [indent][i]"That’s another one I don’t know, sorry."[/i] N/A.[/indent] [/hider]