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[color=1088EC][sub][b][i]"Why does this concept seem so...familiar?"[/i][/b][/sub][/color]
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[color=1088EC][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Laurence 'Lau' Newman[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Male[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]18
24th of March[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Sexuality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Heterosexual[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Nationality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]English - Midhurst, West Sussex[/color]

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[color=1088EC][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Compared to his younger self, Laurence's most notable trait had dimmed and darkened throughout the years. Once a brightly golden shade of blonde, his hair had toned into a dirty glisten, where hints of brown stripped that once brilliant fair glow. Having let it grown out, the back of his neck is occasionally hidden by the long sheet of hair, to which he rarely does anything other than leaving it in its natural state. Still retaining their bright texture, however, is the baby blue glisten of his irises. Usually, Laurence keeps a clean shave from what little facial hair he can grow in his age. Either way, he prefers his chin to feel smoother than a prepubescent sandpapered rug. For his physique, Laurence doesn't stand very wide to accommodate his height, and instead moves around with quite a meek broadness. Despite this, he does seem to retain some basic muscle composure across his limbs, at least showing a bit of competence for representing activity.

When in Evergreen Grammar School, Laurence keeps a rather minimalist approach to his attire, only including a small and silky scarf around his neck when he's outside of class. On top of that, Laurence [i]does[/i] wear reading glasses when he remembers, and has been known to forget where they are periodically. Outside of school, he tends to wear a mixture of simple longer-sleeved button shirts (not formal ones at least) or anything that just suits the weather.[/color]

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[color=Silver]A mixture of drabs and protection, Laurence's metaverse disguise matches the analytical mystery behind his mask to that of his Arcana, equally concealing his face and outward identity just as well as the inward knowledge behind. The clothing itself is lightweight and rather thin, in turn helping with manoeuvrability and [i]style[/i], as one might say. Seeing as he's an English student to heart, ask him what the details of outfit represent and he'd probably go on for hours.[/color]
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[color=1088EC][b]Height[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]6'2"[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Sometimes, there's a strangeness to how Laurence acts. He always seems rather complacent with mystery and the unknown, reading about things when asked or simply out of the fun of it. An explorer of information, his parents once begrudgingly said, looking around for explanations or interpretations is what he finds to be the most fun. Where his confidence strides most is in that perception of subjective interpretation, having a knack for seeing things in multiple ways before even considering what he believes himself. Outside of that, however, Laurence can come across as quiet, centred and uninviting to those who on-look from afar. Either with a book in his hands or watching something drift by, people would be surprised to actually find him to be chatty and friendly down to the core. He tends to get all giddy and excited over the ideas of friendship, romance and all the generally positive things, but does try to understand when a serious composition is required.

Generally, Laurence isn't a very outgoing individual. It could take a bit of persuasion, but usually accompaniment to different locations allows for Laurence to comfort his mind and ease into the situation kindly. He isn't entirely boring, so to speak, and will find a drive to try new things if the knowledge is there, but inherently he keeps rather secluded to his actions. On a surface-level, Laurence does tend to like a lot of basic foods, as long as it isn't spicy, and generally will get involved with a group of friends if food is provided. As far as he's concerned, it isn't quirky...people get hungry all the time.[/color]

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[color=1088EC][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][url=https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/nicor]Nicor[/url][/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Arcana[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Moon[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Skill Set[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Aqua[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Equipment[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][url=http://muela.eu/productos_ing/138/fotos/cuchillo_outdoor_caza_y_deportivo_explorer-32g_manufacturas_muela.jpg]Explorer's Machete[/url] / [url=https://263i3m2dw9nnf6zqv39ktpr1-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/w-1200x480.jpg]Martini-Henry Rifle[/url][/color]

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[color=1088EC][b]Education[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][b]Evergreen Grammar School[/b]
A-Level English Literature
A-Level Philosophy
BTEC Business Studies[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Biography[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Sussex was always a bit of a dark corner of the nation for Laurence. Born, raised and almost controlled there completely. Under the expectations of becoming a musical prodigy, to follow in the footsteps of generations' worth of highly accountable musical names in the orchestral scene, Laurence was only seen as a disappointment to the legacy of many. English wasn't seen as a creative industry, not one of any use. How could a Newman family, one who were tolerated and well-received as ambassadors for conductors, performers, composers and arrangers, accept something so outlandishly different? Analysis was not good for his mind, they would tell him, and that creativity was the only way forward. The barrages of words kept him awake as a child, unforgiving his temperance and state of purity. No day went by without the music-pathway talk being replayed once again. He despised it, all of it, but spread the lie enough and the man would believe it. Soon, he thought that it was only right to adhere to his parents' wishes and to follow on in their footsteps, picking up the violin and starting a roadtrip of disaster.

To begin with, Laurence was never passionate enough about it to practice. When he got home, it was either reading books or heading out with local friends from down the road; never did he immediately practice because he [i]wanted[/i] to. He wanted to make his parents happy, that was mostly the drive behind it. But time and time again, his music teachers would never praise him for his efforts nor allowed him to continue under the high expectations of his family. The day the letter of cancellation came through, terrible punishments came his way.

Laurence still tried his best, however, to find a passion that would suit them. No matter how hard he tried, he always gravitated back towards English Literature. Whenever he got close, he was scolded obviously. When his grades came back good as a child, he was demonised for it. All the way through secondary education, he kept on receiving the flak his parents and other family members wished to grant. There was no profitability in being an English student. They wanted talented musicians, one who could continue the rich legacy of their fathers and mothers. Each passing day became a conflict between appeasing his parents demands and finding what he truly wanted, showering Laurence into a state of confusion, despair and emptiness.

For a while, he roamed around without really understanding what he wanted in life. There was a great deal of pressure consistently being forced upon his shoulders whenever he was caught without an instrument in his hands. The build up of anxiety crept upon him right through his GCSEs, until he eventually came out with an offer from a school far away. In the City of London, capital of the nation he was brought up in, had a newer school accepting students for Sixth Form and higher education: Evergreen Grammar School. To most parents, this acceptance was daunting and outstanding. People who flocked over there were generally regarded to come out as successful students, heading into prestigious universities to follow their dreams, but the conflict to get into it was just as bad even after being given an offer.

More than anything in the world, Laurence wanted to go there. He wanted to study different things to develop his writing, perhaps to dabble into poetry and short story writing as well whilst going about it. However, his parents were further down the rabbit hole of frustration, trying to sway his opinion last minute. Desperate to regain a legacy to continue, they showered him in anger, or love, at random intervals and tried to get him to pick up the bow and strings once more. Finally, Laurence became too angered by his own emptiness and tried to stand up for himself. Instead, he received neglect. They begrudgingly accepted his offer to the Grammar School and paid all the expenses for two years worth of accommodation. And without as much of a goodbye, Laurence was in a taxi and sent away to start an independent life, as if he were no longer a part of the family itself.

When at the school, Laurence felt comfortable studying what he wanted. However, there was never a sense of a future there. Planted deep within his head were the chains of his father and mother, still pulling him slowly back to Sussex in an attempt to get what they wanted. Every night, Laurence felt like phoning them, apologising for using his will and coming home to pick up that instrument again. All the beatings, the swearing and the violence made him truly believe that he was wrong for wanting to do something. And for Laurence, his purpose became nothing more than a puppet for those with recognition in the world. Even to that day, part of him tells him that he has no future unless he goes back to his parents, one way or another.[/color]

[color=1088EC][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Sarah Newman - Mother
Frank Newman - Father[/color]

[hider=Relationships][color=1088EC][b]Relationships[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]N/A[/color][/hider]

[color=1088EC][b]Character Theme[/b][/color]
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