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6 yrs ago
Current Do you get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying, of course you don't.
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8 yrs ago
Man, Mahz is still on his really long vacation, huh!
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9 yrs ago
Better not leave me hanging like Sayori.
10 yrs ago
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a 훌 쩍
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Bio

Got nothing to say here, sooooo yeah.

I'm a bookworm, gamer, and obviously roleplayer since I'm on this site :P

Anyways, those are a few things that I'll say about myself... for now. Maybe I'll update this a little more in the future.

Ciao!

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<Snipped quote by BlueAjah>

Of course. I'm going to start writing the time skip post and have it up when everyone's ready.

<Snipped quote by Lionheart>

"Dad so about that flower on my window.."
"Oh yeah- odd little thing, that."
"Yeah it just sprouted overnight."
"Oh that must be the Ascythenia."
"Oh well then tell me about it-"
"I honestly can't remember- something about dying? It is a little odd that "scythe" is in the flowers name."
"Dad stop that can't be it."
"But come on its a little s u s p i c i o u s."
"Dad..."
"I dunno son- it was nice knowing you."
"Dad.."
"Lmao jk you're going to be paired off with someone- I got you for a second though- right? right?"
"Don't talk to me."

Is probably how the conversation is going to go.

@Savo Ahh I'm glad I misunderstood c:

Btw Savo have you been reading russian literature? Your style reminds me of reading Crime and Punishment- where the descriptions of the scene are bulky paragraphs of the characters feelings projected on things. And when they speak its usually commentary rather than conversation. Laciel does have some Raskolinkov qualities- a scholar great in mind but a social cripple.


Nope, I haven't exactly touched any Russian literature, but seeing as my style mimics another's to a point, I should give it a possible shot as it might be interesting.

Also, should we have a vote on who we believe is going to get kidnapped before Snarl posts or no? :p
-Laciel Lenssed : Training Grounds-

As the boy stumbled on his words, he flinched as the blade of Guineveres sword almost came into contact with his fleshy face, which wouldn't look good in the long run. It was only a natural reaction to try and move away from an opponent to avoid getting part of your face cut off, but in Laciels case, he would need a few stitches and a concotion from Alixianna. Either way, he avoided any harm yet again as he stared at the sword as it abruptly stopped, his eyes fixated on the girls hand. There was tension still embedded within him, latching on and keeping him on edge.

It was about to get worse in the long run as a random screech struck up behind him.

His next natural reaction was to turn around in sheer animosity with an earpircing city of surprise. This only worsened the boys state of mind as he fell onto his behind, looking up at a triumphant Varric. Laciel felt that he was forced to play the fool, a cad in the situation, not the well mannered scholar he was born as. Even worse was he believed he did something wrong which caused him to ponder on if Varric was mocking him indiscriminately. Even worse was when he decided to try and throw him off with a premature jab involving one of his pranks - ones that costed them time and a tinge bit of money.

At this point in time, he could only wonder in sheer befuddlement to his reason being here as he stared blankly at the two as he pushed himself up, listening to them speak. It only served to make him wonder if he said the incorrect phrase to Guinevere or if he was interrupting their time. Either way, he started tapping the tip of his chin as he continued to listen to the ongoing discussion about botany and the such, specifically about flowers and friendship.

"Specific and peculiar to a degree... Wait, could this flower thing be completely related to the little budding gift I recently received after the two years eve of my fathers departure on such a precarious and suspiciously direct quest. Hmm, if I can recall, there was a tale involving a... a deer and two brothers. The details escape me, but maybe this might be related to the letter? I'll question mother or Varrics mom later... or possibly consign myself to the books co answers."

As the young scholar permitted himself to delving into such inexorable thoughts, he continued to listen to the duo speak. Laciel inconspicuously hid his frown as he turned his head to the side, his ears still attentive just as his flexible mind. He had the courage to stand up and speak his mind to Guinevere, showing how he wasn't afraid to pursue ideal dreams, unlike Laciel himself. He stared at the ground, gritting his teeth, bitter at what he couldn't accomplish.

The boy only felt that this was a massive punch to the gut as he became even more greener at the sight of what he just saw.

Guinevere reciprocated Varrics feelings after his well placed words, even after turning the corrosive speech to Laciel as a way of possibly telling him off into a well mannered confession that tugged at the heart. Why... why couldn't he do what Varric could? This mere shell kept him from making barely any friends aside from the duo in front of him and Illya who had spunk and teased him to a considerable interval, but now he felt it was segregating himself even further from them.

"... Did I ever even... have any sort of chance? Or was it just a mere illusion I wanted to believe in due to my admiration of her?"

Nothing felt right to the boy as his own insatiable wonder garnered him a possible chance to be with her. He understood the girls fears of being chained down, however he knew he could allow her to follow her desires and maybe show her that love wasn't all too disturbing. However, a friend, a contender was able to beat him to the punch.

Varric was able to successfully complete this cycle, causing him to leave his mouth slightly agape at the sight of them hugging before they removed themselves from each other. Maybe his way of thinking this through was skewed and selfish? He did legitimately worry for the girl and her problems, but he felt she shouldn't worry over such a natural thing. He didn't want to deprive her of one of the joys of life but forcing her to a forgone conclusion wouldn't land them anywhere.

The boy regained his composure as soon as Varric began his natural affinity for speaking with flourishing words. The flirt made a jest about taking her out to dinner, acting all cute around her... However, a few words mentioned by Varric did him justice and compiled the questions he given out into a presentable answer. At least that lightened his spirits temporarily before being bogged down yet again.

"More the better, huh? I would feel like an odd wheel interjecting itself into a date if I were to do that. Its already bad enough wondering if I said something incorrect, but inviting me to make matters worse, no... no... thanks."

"I, ah, uhm... I th-think i'll j-just p-pass for n-now. I sh-should probably be h-heading back to the f-forge for n-now, I g-guess i'll s-see you two l-later..."

"..."

"Ah, b-buh-bye!"


With that final timidly placed bye, he power walked away from the scene, pondering on the myriads of possibilities of what they could be thinking of. As he did this, he headed away from his said destination of the forge thanks to a well placed lie. Laciel felt that his mother could cover for him as he prepared some of the weapons ahead of time, just in case anyone stopped by while his mother tended to the shop. He begged to whatever gods existed about her not minding. As he swiftly continued on Laciel felt the need to clear his head and a friend could possibly help him out with this if she still wasn't out on one of her nightly prospects which he feared for her safety.

Laciel could only wonder how she faired as he traversed to Illya and Marideths dwelling - a lonely mansion on the edge of town.
@BlueAjah the action plot will start after a time skip that leads into the night- where one of the characters would then be kidnapped.

I was thinking the time skip would be after you and Savo post. Maybe after the interaction between Guin, Varric, Ezra, and Laciel? Idk.

When would you guys believe the time skip to be best?

@Savo Thanks man- I was starting to worry you abandoned.


Hell no man, I find this way too entertaining with a cast of interesting characters. Besides, I want to see where the plot takes us.

Also, I will find it hilarious if my character is kidnapped. His intellect and strength should make up for it, allowing for a moment of judging a book by its cover before you get the crap beat out of you by a book :p

All in all, i'm narrowing down the choices for kidnapping to a light possibility of my character, Guinevere, and Alixianna... however, i'm going to predict that Guinevere will be the one kidnapped due to the deciding factor of dreams.

Which is more terrifying, marrying a man with fifteen "moles" or watching as your dreams and aspirations are stolen away from you?... Uhm, now that I think about it, please do not answer that question xD
Apologies, i've been sort of busy/partially slacking ^^;

I should have a post up by tomorrow.
Role/Class The Blacksmiths "Frail" Son, The Guardian

Appearance:




Name: Laciel Lenssed

Age: 18

Height: 6"1'

Personality:

A rather quiet and rather to himself sort of boy is not much one for words, or really anything revolving around talking since he is rather nervous about spouting the wrong thing along with having a bit of social anxiety. He isn't too headstrong and is rather thoughtful than rushing into the fray, despite having his mothers blood in him. He takes after his father in this sense by staying vigilant and alert to any danger coming near. However, back on the topic of talking to others. Due to being confined to the forge a lot, he doesn't exactly have people skills. Laciel has watched others speak to try and better himself, however it is unknown how soon he will improve.

Even with these drawbacks, ever since he was of a young age, Laciel held an innate curiosity of the world about him. He would always search for a way to study, even if it meant his mother scolding him for doing something reckless. If he becomes curious, it may overlap with his thoughtful side when weighing the odds. Usually his decisions are right most of the time, but sometimes they are less than desired results... such as the time he almost got killed by a bear. Thankfully his mother is a lot more fearsome than the bear and promptly caused it to flee, however being "fierce" is something he is lacking in with his supposedly decrepit appearance.

The boy has an immense dislike for being tied down to one path and prefers to choose his own way. Since his mother is often fearful of whatever dangers he might have to face, she is overprotective of him which gets old pretty quickly. He feels the need to speak out against her and how his mother is one step in front of him to make his troubles fleeting... Even with her other activities, she managed to keep a keen eye on him and is rather frustrated about being hounded on consistently. He finds it rather difficult to tell her off since it's difficult to locate a mean bone in his body. Even the best doctors around couldn't even find one if they tried... Even with these limitations, he does have a breaking point and one can only hope it isn't broken.

Bio:

"Laciel is a lot like his father I'll tell ya! Scholarly, curious... and a wee bit stubborn to boot."

- Leslie Lenssed

Hailing from a long line of scholars and blacksmiths, Laciel was born into a trade that would possibly consume his life and revolve around him consistently... if he wasn't so adverse to not being coaxed into the path of the forge. Ever since he was of a ripe age, he was always working beside his mother at the forge and at night would listen to his fathers encounters when traveling with her prior to them settling down in Vale eventually. Such tales fraught with excitement and mysteries attracted him, but most of all the delight of new knowledge that he could become enlighten with. The dream felt so far away to him, but he was determined to make it a reality and gain the wisdom of those before him. His life outside the house was less than spectacular than the stories spoke of by his father as he spent most of his time around the forge and less around the children. He grew close to his mother as he observed her conjure up weapons with her vitality. Over time he began to properly forge weapons for others, easily taking over his mothers spot when she went off hunting with father or in bed with a hangover after drinking myriads of men Laciel couldn't count (father included) under the table. It was annoying at first, but eventually he became accustomed to her less than stellar and boisterous habits.

When he is allowed off from the forge for working a tinge bit too hard, either Laciel pursues knowledge in his free time from the library, his assortment of books, or his father himself. His father expresses a lot of joy for taking interests in his path, but feels the need for leaving cryptic messages for Laciel to figure out. Once he figures out his fathers riddles he becomes ecstatic at his sons ability to properly comprehend his meanings whether it be physical in a sense or metaphorical. After figured out, he would spend a long time with his son, lecturing him and teaching him new things he had never known about before. These times allowed to bond with his father which he rarely had time for since he was usually out reliving his mystical tales through providing for the family. The other times he doesn't get the chance, he is seen by others hanging out in the library studying his days away while others train and enjoy their days in the sunlight. He was often teased by others for being so engrossed in books and was never seen training. Despite these stinging words, he took private lessons from his mother who demonstrated her skills which dazzled him. He often would test his mettle against his mother and other challengers, either failing or succeeding with his prior knowledge gained through his spars with Leslie. This only continued to fuel the desire for paving his own path.

One day, his father left without leaving a trace or warning with the exception of a simple letter created with a cryptic message which befuddled his mother. The two were bothered by two completely different reasons, his mother who became worried over his fathers disappearance due to the dangers which most likely were in wait. Laciel became worried over the measures she would go to when becoming very overprotective for another, coming to the conclusion of what sacrifices she would make to safeguard what she dearly loves. This lead to his mother keep a closer grip and keener eye on son after the event which began to slightly suffocate him with the ever impending presence. He rarely could stray too far, but he wanted to travel to bring his father back due to a paltry rumor that caused a ruckus over his family... although he did also find it slightly interesting since it offered something he knew and loved all too well. Other than that, he often attempted to make talk with the other children after watching them make contact with one another. He hadn't really socialize with people other than the exceptional few he would come upon. However, when the event arose to gain a new friend, he ran off to "get to work at the forge." Laciel found himself being consistently beat up mentally through this as he became annoyed at his inability to form a long lasting friendship with another.

At the age of eighteen, his sword-skills and smithery have made his mother and him known as the dynamic duo of forging in the village as they continued to make weapons with infallible craftsmanship, with the exception of a few times due to a few mistakes, some of which from his mother, Leslie. From what he could tell, she was still bothered by his fathers leave, even after the two years that flew by before his very eyes. It was seemingly becoming worse as she began to fret a bit more, little by little. It was difficult to notice to the naked eye but she could easily hide her sorrows from others, with the exception of Laciel who began to constantly worry over her well-being since the stress was possibly getting to her in both ways. Along with her becoming perturbed, his social skills were still lacking horribly as he struggled to develop them over the years. That was the only thing that ever continued to dull over the years, until of course he was greeted by an enigmatic letter signed by his father lying on his bed. This one made even less sense than before and made him wrack his brains over more than before to understand it.

Laciel did ponder upon the letter, but he hasn't found an answer, yet for the most part...

Weapon:


A mithril longsword specially crafted by Laciel himself at a tender age which was considered almost a bit difficult to wield at his age and had assistance from his mother when making it. It's rather large and difficult for most people to properly wield, however thanks to the inherited strength, he seems to possess the vital strength to use the weapon. It has an engraving above the guard of it with two L's side by side.

Skills:

Mimic: With a thirst for procuring wisdom, he has the ability to properly mimic others fighting styles to put them at a roadblock. Even with a simple longsword, he can almost properly copy another. If he managed to wield the same weapon, then they could be in loads of trouble.

Counter: Once he properly learns of a person and their fighting style he can turn the tables and swiftly use their own strategy against them, or come up with a new one to easily fall them.

Endurance and Fortitude: Training with others and mainly his mother has left more than a fair amount of bruises and cuts. However, such endeavors that he has endured have caused him to toughen up and become formidable in combat which can cause major surprised to others who don't expect him to be able to properly jump into the fray. Laciel also has his mothers unrivaled strength which was nurtured over spars and losses into the budding blacksmith he is today.

Watchful Eye: Laciel has spent a lot of time sneaking away from the stray eyes of Leslie, allowing him to get a taste of nature. Not only can he analyze the area around him, but he can keep up with any inconsistencies in his line of sight as if it was childs play. However, keeping an eye on his environment isn't the only thing he can extort to his advantage.

Scholarly Mind: Laciel spends as much time in the books as he does in the forge. He keeps a whole library in the room containing him and will often become sleep deprived to procure knowledge. His love for knowledge allows him to gain information quicker and dispense them to others that he feels that could put this knowledge to use. An example is his knowledge of the forge and his power to easily create wonders. Even so, he won't hesitate to use such a thing to his advantage for his own reasons.
@Lionheart@ViolentViolet

Looks good for the headcannons.

Also, I have a pool party/bonfire today so I probably won't get a post up until tomorrow. The recent posts look exciting though :P


Have fun with that Ajah :D

Which reminds me,I won't be posting for a while tomorrow due to stuff about graduating... so yeah.
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Actually Savo I'm super curious as to your intentions with this "trump card". What did you have in mind?


It was mainly going to be used for calming five people down who get the wrong idea about the flower. For example - Guinevere and her overreaction since she can't handle love too well. This sends her into a state of panic as she doesn't want to be tied down.

In short terms, its what Guineveres dad said about the flower :p
I also expected someone to say that line Snarl; looks like my possible trump card is nothing more than a mere jest :p

Then again you did plan this all out so what do I know? :p
-Laciel Lenssed : Mayors House-

The amount of people that were piling up around the general vicinity was making Laciel ever so anxious to speak at the moment to anyone at the moment. He felt the pressure weighing down on his chest, pondering on if he made the incorrect choice or not as it was difficult to procure an answer between both inconsistencies. The only problem was he hadn't opened his mouth yet to reveal the source of said plan.

Maybe it was a terrible idea coming here as the ranger turned a sharp eye to the young man as he ever so uncomfortably looked down. He really couldn't exactly socialize with him properly since he wasn't one of the few people he ever spoke to or made a lasing impression on. As he "studied" his feet, a sudden jolt of surprise filled him as the mayor spoke up, interrupting the ranger, giving more attention to Laciel.

Well sort of.

It was more or less addressing how he was rarely seen outside the forge which in most part people frequently traversed there, so it was a mere sight to see the boy at work from what he interpreted. Laciel became slightly confused over how he spoke for a moment, his eyebrow shooting up for a couple of seconds before resting it's laurels down upon his face. He also took notice of one bewildering event which shook to stun him momentarily. Guinevere caused detruction to a chicken coop the other day which took him back a bit as he didn't expect her to be a klutz. He stared at the ground, slightly confused to how the graceful Guinevere fell prey to a chicken coop.

It honestly should of hit him in a couple of milliseconds, but with all this talk was making him feel awkward in a sense to the point where he didn't speak up... and became a bit startled when a high pitched voice caused him to flinch. The voice of the mayors wife eminated from their household as she appeared just as curious as Laciel to what was transpiring with Guinevere... before the cobalt deer bolted out of the garden, almost taking off the rangers head if he didn't duck on time.

"Well crivens, all of us are rather on edge with one of natures beings in our town and then we decided to talk about... Varric must of had something to do with it as he is always pranking people... just like mom when she always 'loses' a hammer, seriously, those cost money too you know! Anyways, speaking of which he probably has magic from my concurrent knowledge that we could use in our endeavors to capture and release the beast into the wild... that or we could borrow some of the mayors sunflowers, hopefully he wouldn't be too displeased with that if it comes to this."

With his thoughts, he was right on the money as he saw how they played coy, acting as if she was the cause of such trouble. It was blantly obvious to the eye that Varric was the reason for such fixation on Dunstans coop. Either way the duo finally decided to head out to the chicken coop, Laciel keeping his focus on the bunch until they were finally gone from his sight, removing some of the tension he was feeling inside of him.

It was made a tidbit worse as the rangers son decided to show up and return some of the tension he was feeling. There was no way he could be at all comfortable around these people despite knowing who they were. The boys gaze turned to the son of Aldric as he approached, taking the words out of his mouth to an extent about what type of creature that was. He felt mod like a burden since they could easily snag it with a couple of sunflowers since it was a rather bright yellow. The boy gulped in a breath of air as he spoke to the two.

"A-as y-you both already know, th-that is a C-cobalt d-deer, or d-doe as F-Farrest says. W-we could u-use some n-nature magic from V-Varric to assist us, o-or we c-could ask the m-mayor 'bout u-using some of h-his sunflowers."

The timid boy could hardly speak up, let alone hold a properly conversation with a cunning but simple design which the creature couldn't resist. He wanted to continue releasing his practical idea into the realm, but the words fled from his mind. It was as if fate was taunting him for lack of such a thing as he frowned slightly, his eyes filled with a bit of distress. It wasn't long before a familiar voice called out to the ranger.

Alixanna appeared at a rather precarious moment which made him even more panicky. He turned his focus to the girl, showing his own weakness around to each of them with his nervous outlook as they began gathering about the mayors garden. Laciel was much more afraid of whatever concoctions she had plan to use on him this time, or why he kept exactly agreeing to be a human test subject. Either way, he feared what might be roaming through that head of hers with whatever items she had, losing sight of the main mission ahead of them.

And then he heard an ear piercing shriek.

The place where it came from was blantly obvious as he turned his head to the mayors house, his eyes widening in surprise as Alixianna questioned if that was Guinevere shrieking. To answer her question, he for once could at least speak normally around others for that brief period time, making the thieves daughter not an exception for the moment.

"... Yes, yes it was, no doubt about it."

As they all stared at the house, dumbfounded by what could be going on, Laciel could only ponder on the possibilities of what might be transpiring for the time being. Either way, a scream from a girl he admired in combat screaming gave leeway to the rise of trouble. In a moment he saw the mayor procure an heirloom and traversed into the house. Yeah, he could only wander whether it was hell splitting open for a moment or someone proclaimed their love for the lovely warrior which slightly made him jealous. Either way, Guinevere would still most likely be terrified at both prospects transpiring.

Laciel returned his eyes to the duo, still nervous as always be for hearing a shout come from the top floor which sounded masculine. Looks like the mayor wasn't calm and collected at the moment which would mos likely lead to a rash decision. He could only wonder how bad this day could get. First a deer dining on the flowers as if it was a buffet, a possible new concoction made by the daughter of the doctor, and now screaming from two parties. The boy could only wonder how much worse this day could get as he shook his head in sheer befuddlement as he ruffled his spiky hair.

"Erm, uhm, ah, a-anyways, th-the p-plan. W-we n-need a h-huge pile o-of y-yellow sunflowers. I-it s-snacks on the b-bait, we c-capture it, al-alright? D-does that s-sound l-like a good p-plan?"

And then another screech arose from the house as the clanging of metal could be heard. Either way, she was thoroughly distressed by something and most likely went with her best and most decent defense, which counted as well as an offense to those who attempted to penetrate her thoughts with ramblings of what she feared most. He couldn't help but wonder if this was the best time to try and have an actual conversation with her since he knew where her destination most likely was. Since someone must of touched a nerve, Varric most likely, he had to discern the best way to go about this all, before finally realising the best solution out of all these thoughts and reasons.

Now all he needed to do was to execute it.

"Erm, maybe i-it's best t-to take Va-Varric with y-you on th-this hunt a-as he could p-possibly b-build off m-my plan. W-we need flowers and tr-trickery, so wh-why not acquire h-his help f-for now as I'm ah, uhm, a l-little busy... A-anyways, I hope th-the hunt g-goes well, and a-apologies for n-not being a-able to a-assist in s-such an e-endeavor! S-see you g-guys a-around!"

Before any of them could protest, he flew fhe scene, a bit red and embarrassed from all that. By the gods was that excruciatingly terrifying for him. How was he ever going to spread and gathering knowledge if he couldn't even form a proper sentence with and stumbling through it or jumbling a word up. Laciel probably made himself look like an idiot as he wracked his head over this whole ordeal.

"Bah, damnit, just, ugh... Why can't I be normal around anyone except her?"

That question could be answered later as there were more pressing matters to attend to. He followed the sound of clanking the best he could but was sidetracked by myriads of thoughts that bombarded his head, such as the story about a boy who made a sword from a heavenly rock - a meteor sword or something? Either way, he continued the journey through the town be for finally finding a familiar figure hacking away at a target dummy.

Only he could hope that he didn't mess this up, or Varric suddenly popping up out of no where and causing an unpleasant surprise, followed by an intimidating conversation.

"... Uhm, h-hey, Guinevere, th-thought I m-might find -you here... wh-what m-might b-be troubling you th-this time?"

((Stealing peoples thunder, yeah :p))
All these head canons xD

Anyways, back to working on my post, I shant delay you all any longer!

Also @ViolentViolet, who knows, maybe it's her day job he speaks of... or as it should more appropriately be called night job :p

Edit: Now that I think about it, how would her mother react to Laciel? I mean, she is a bit... hostile to others.
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