LANCE MALLORY

[Lance Mallory]

Lance Mallory

Lance Arthur Mallory Twenty-three Nefarious Jackass N/A Power Kudamon, Renamon, Gizamon FACE CLAIM: Izaya Orihara ANIMANGA: Durarara!! GENDER: Male HEIGHT: Six feet, one inch WEIGHT: One-hundred-sixty-three pounds. APPEARANCE Lance is an individual that, at first glance, seems rather easy to miss. Pale skin hearkens back to countless hours spent in front of a computer screen manipulating codes and macros to create games and tune the finer aesthetics of servers, while his long fingers are tapered with rather manicured nails and a slight indentation just before the final joint in his right ring finger, a result of an awkward hold on a pencil that he learned as a child and never corrected and only worsened by the fact that he often codes on paper when he needs a break from the computer screen or when he's dragged away from a project that he desperately needs to finish. At first glance, he's rather scrawny, his wrists almost seeming fragile poking up by his hands and his ribs visible to someone who's looking for them, but don't let the appearance fool you - his muscles are tightly honed, and he won't think twice about using his agility to dance around attacks and jab the memorized locations of rather sensitive bundles of nerves and pressure points. His cropped black hair is a little longer than that of his little brother Percival's, but it's still not really long enough to be used against him in a fight. The most notable feature on him, however, are his eyes, the orbs a pair of crimson pools rarely seen on people these days. As far as clothing goes, Lance definitely has a certain taste that he prefers over all others. He likes wearing dark jeans, usually black, and a pair of black tennis shoes that are a little worn but entirely comfortable. He likes black v-neck cotton shirts with sleeve lengths ranging from three-quarters to all the way down his forearm. This is the attire he usually wears when he's lounging around his apartment, and it's quite comfortable for him. When he goes outside, however, he usually dons a black hooded jacket lined with soft white fur. He has several of these jackets, as might be expected so that they don't wear out, and he's careful enough to keep stains and such from his clothes, especially his jackets. It's actually not uncommon for him to judge the lifetime of a jacket by how soft the fur is against his cheek, and the instant he decides it's not soft enough, he will toss the jacket away and order a new one from the website where he gets them tailor-made. He also wears a single silver ring on his two index fingers, one that's plain and the other with a single ruby inset, and the two interchange fingers according to his mood. On occasion - and this is extremely rare - he will don a pair of reading glasses since he's slightly far-sighted; it's not enough of a difference for him to need a prescription, mind you, and he could very well get away without it, as he often does, but really, he should use them so that his eyesight doesn't get worse and require him to wear a pair all the time, but he just usually chooses not to. "All right. I suppose I should actually get started with this. My temples are starting to pound from staring at a computer screen for three hours, so it's probably a good time to stop anyway. Now where to start... I suppose the basics would be a good place. My name is Lance Mallory. I'm twenty-three years old and I've only recently graduated from MIT. Yeah, that's right, the American technical college. I majored in Computer Science and minored in Video Game Design, but eh, that's all small-time. I'm back home now, and I like my job, and that's what matters now. "I was born the eldest of two children. I had about five years with my parents, Dad being a construction foreman and Mom became a stay at home mom to take care of us. I was about four when my little brother was born, but rather than hate him like a lot of people do their siblings, I'm rather fond of my little brother, Percival. From the day he was born, Mom told me to be his protector, and well... any thoughts I had about being anything else vanished the instant I looked into his eyes. He was so little and innocent, and the thought of seeing that face screw up with tears was something I refused to allow. When he learned to walk, it was because he'd grip the back of my shirt in his fists and toddle around after me, and if he'd get tired, he only had to tug on my shirt and I'd pick him up and carry him around or tow him around with his socks sliding around the floor. When we both finally reached the school where we were going to be in school, Mom decided that she was going to abandon us and take a job at a bakery instead. Perci didn't think it was an abandonment, but me... I did. I knew that he was too young to understand it, but she was leaving us now that she had the chance in order to go back to her dream job. "When school started, however, things began to go wrong. I noticed Perci was more or less playing on his own at school, adored by his teachers but hated by his peers. He was bullied day in and day out, though he thought that was normal, and well... I wasn't about to just stand aside and let it happen. I started to get into fights, which would end up with me in the administrator's office, but as I got older, I got smarter. There were ways to get revenge on the bullies with them knowing exactly why they were the targets while at the same time ensuring that things could never be traced back to me for sure. People would sometimes try to accuse me, but they could never prove anything for sure, so I'd be let go. If Perci didn't have any friends, I'd take him over with me and keep him with my friends. They knew that saying anything against him would earn them something that would earn them a fate undesirable by anyone, so they kept their mouths shut and didn't let on any of their negative feelings. A lot of them liked them, though, so the thing is, it wasn't as if I had to get revenge very often. I saved my strongest methods for others, to keep them away from Perci. "He was safe. He was happy. His innocence was intact. But what I didn't know was that soon enough there was going to be something coming around the corner that would destroy every attempt I had ever made to protect him. After all... how are you supposed to protect someone from the great scythe-wielding ghost?" - - - - - - - POSITIVE Protective;; Should someone ever threaten the people that Lance holds dear, one such example being his lover or his little brother Percival, the man will react violently, doing whatever it takes to ensure that his loved ones are safe, willing to take whatever injuries might be inflicted upon him in exchange for ensuring that everyone he cares for does not have harm come to a single hair on their head. Playful;; Sure, sometimes the teasing might step over the line, and okay, maybe he can get a little over-competitive since he doesn't handle losing well, but Lance adores to play games, and while sometimes he will do that, usually he instead will goof off with his loved ones and show off that mischievous, carefree side of himself to the people he trusts most. Doting;; If there is one thing that Lance adores doing, it's showing the people he loves exactly how much he cares, and whether that display involves bestowing small gifts, taking care of the other person, or giving physical touch, the male will indulge in any and all of them depending upon his mood, all to show the other person that he cares. Level-headed;; No matter what situation might be going on that could possibly induce panic in Lance, the man never seems to lose his cool, remaining calm and collected as he thinks through his strategy and fights back, a trait that has come to his aid in many a brawl as he manages to see past the panic in someone's eyes and get them to follow a strategy when things appear to be heading towards the worst for the both of them. Careful;; Even though some of his actions are considered "rash" and "based on emotion", Lance actually puts a lot of thought into what he does before he does it, cautious to a degree since, above all else, he is an opportunist to the core, only taking advantage of things presented to him when he benefits from it while assuming minimal risks and taking the fewest negative consequences possible along the way. Confident;; If there's one thing that Lance doesn't lack, it's confidence, and the man holds his head high regardless of whatever situation he's in, his eyes bright and his chin proudly high, so no matter what situation he might have to stare down, he will go into it with the same kind of kick-ass attitude as he would any other aspect of his life. - - - - - - - "I was fifteen when it happened; Perci was eleven. The teacher got a note that had me go to the principal's office, and at first, I thought nothing was wrong. I thought that I'd just been implicated in some other scheme of mine, not... not the truth. My suspicions were raised when I saw the police officer standing there, but I wasn't really on my guard until she opened her mouth and told me that my parents were dead. Dad had forgotten his lunch and Mom had gone down to take it to him, but there'd be an accident. The company had purchased faulty restraints for a crane, the ropes had given out, and they'd been crushed, killed on impact. Our uncle was coming to take care of us and be our guardian, but well... my mind was spinning then, reeling back. What was I supposed to tell Perci? How was I supposed to tell him that our parents were dead? "Maybe that was why when he was brought in that I had to be the one to tell him. I didn't want him to hear it come from the police officer's lips. That almost... would've made it seem too real. Instead I made him cry, and then Uncle showed up, and they both started crying. I was just glad that I knew enough to be able to drive them home without incident since Dad had been teaching me to drive in grocery store parking lots off and on for about a year by that point; Uncle wasn't in any shape to drive. Not under the circumstances. The company feared that we were going to sue - and I should have too, I could have easily won a case against them - so they awarded us a handsome settlement. Uncle refused to touch it. And Perci... well, I don't think he ever knew. He was thrown off so badly by the news that he had to be medicated heavily for the first year. "Either way, we ended up moving in with Uncle. Life went on as usual. Only it wasn't quite that simple. Perci was more fragile now. I had to try harder to protect him. I began to lose contact with a lot of my friends just because I would cause so much trouble for them. I didn't care. The counselor said that I was self-destructing. That was a lie. I was protecting my little brother from anything that had the slightest intention of harming him. That was why I'd gotten so angry when I walked in on Uncle making out with his co-worker after picking Perci up from his session with the grief counselor. How could he be so stupid as to risk Percival's connection to the world by throwing in some other relationship for him to have to try to wrap his head around something so drastically shifting? I was furious, and after I had Perci in his room, Uncle and I had a fight. I reminded him that I was only a few months away from eighteen, and at that point I was well within my rights to take Percival and leave. We made our compromise that Perci would stay as long as he would keep other incidents from happening, but our relationship was never the same. "After taking a year off to make sure that Perci was going to be okay, I accepted an offer to attend a good school in the United States. I was reluctant to leave England, and Percival, but I managed it. What I didn't understand... was that the experience managed to change my life so completely from what it had been before." - - - - - - - NEGATIVE Perverted;; Sure, Lance might still be a virgin, but that doesn't mean that his mind can't have a permanent residence in the gutter, and the male is into a variety of kinks as a result of this, to the misfortune of whatever poor individual ends up becoming his lover. Selfish;; Despite the fact that Lance will do anything to ensure that his little brother Percival is safe and well-taken care of, the man is also extremely self-centered, often acting in a manner that shows that he only seems to care about himself regardless of what others might want or think, and this trait of his only has the possibility of receding when he is dealing with the welfare of someone he genuinely cares about. Possessive;; Once Lance has laid claim to something or someone, he will take whatever steps he needs to so that he can ensure his property will be kept safe and not be stolen from him, and in addition to being willing to strike out if it means that he can protect his belongings, he will hoard away his things away to cherish them and keep them exactly how he wants them. Stubborn;; Lance doesn't like being told what to do, say, or think, not one single bit, and so the chances that he will listen to someone who tries to impose authority upon him are exceedingly slim, the male instead fond of digging in his heels and refusing to move unless he himself has decided it, and that choice will only be made on his own time and for his own motivations, not any other reasons. Clingy;; When Lance has decided that he wants to engage in affection or show how much he likes someone through physical touch, he will think nothing of throwing his arms around someone and holding onto them, and although his little brother Percival may like that, few others do, viewing it as far to touchy-feely for their tastes. High-maintenance;; Lance is very similar to a cat, extremely demanding when he decides that he wants attention from someone, and because of his persnickety nature when it comes to affection, any lover tends to have to deal with a nigh impossible to please man who refuses to accept anything aside from what he wants exactly. - - - - - - - "America was different from England. It was a lot louder, busier... more dangerous to be part of. I loved it though. There was so much more freedom, more speed... I soon got into street racing. Being able to race was something that got my blood pumping, and it excited me. It made me feel alive, and I loved it. I loved the adrenaline of the race and the satisfaction of winning. It was one of my favorite things to do, and unlike a lot of people... I didn't like doing it in a car either. No, I prefer the speed of a motorcycle, the sleekness of a bike humming a purr between my legs and jolting underneath me to propel me through the rain. It's a weakness of mine, and while I know enough about bikes to be able to fix up my own when it gets beaten up or to give it a good tuneup when it needs it, but not enough to be able to completely overhaul it if it needs a lot of work. But that's not my passion; I adore it, but it's my hobby. I love racing, but it's not enough to pay the bills. Not if I'm supporting Percival and Uncle too. "Instead, I entered a technical college, only two years, but I learned how to program computers and design websites. It was a thing that I soon found I was good at, and I enjoyed being able to type out code. It wasn't a hard thing to do, so it wasn't a difficult job for me to hold. I soon found myself snapped up by a video gaming company, and things had immediately changed for me. I suddenly had more than enough money to be able to provide for myself after living off of what my parents had left me. I had the potential to do whatever I needed to, and that led me into video design. I was gaining experience slowly and steadily, and all the while I was beginning to learn the art of telling stories. The lies I had spun as a child could now help me create all kinds of new worlds in order to develop the complexities of the universes I was helping create. I'll be honest too - there's a whole world of what I've created, and gamers only see the half of it. Everything has a back side, and it pleases me to know that there are designs and nuances that I've made that no one will ever find. "But it was one aspect about college life that I hadn't been expecting. I knew that college was going to be much more of a freeing influence than what being back with Uncle had been, but I had no idea that things would happen the way they had. I had been dragged to a party, and it was something I was hardly expecting. There were a lot of males there, and well... we were drunk. One of them stumbled into me and kissed me. I had instinctively reacted, pushing him down into the couch, but when our lips parted, the satisfaction from the feeling of power, of domination, remained. It was an intoxicating sensation, and I soon became addicted to it. No girl could compare to the sensation of dominating another man. And yet... I found that I had no desire to go further than pushing them down. I wanted someone who would give me a run for my money but not fight me hard enough to make the whole thing inconvenient, and I wasn't finding that. So I ended up graduating without a steady lover, but that was okay. "I ended up moving to Japan to work for the company that had hired me, but that was okay. I was mostly in Japan for Perci anyway, my Uncle having moved there while I was earning my degree. I would be able to protect him again, and I could race in what had quickly become my home. I could learn to code games. So what if my temples throb when I stare at a computer screen for more than three hours? So what if I've managed to obtain a new partner to twist the new situation in Japan to my own advantage? Life is survival of the fittest. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that I am the fittest. I will survive and I will thrive. No matter what." MEMBER NAME: Kuroya AGE: *looks both ways before whispering* It's a secret. OTHER CHARACTERS: Hailey Pershing, Tristan Hardy, and Taylor Kendricks. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE No I will not tell you the secret. Bl

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[Corvus]

PENDING

First of all, while he might not be your first character and welcoming an admin would be pretty silly, I'd nonetheless like to welcome Lance to So Long Sentiment!  Now then, I apologize for nitpicking, but can I ask you to fix a few things before I accept him? I apologize if it's out of line but they're really minor, so hopefully it's not a tough fix.

✘ The first time Lance mentions Percival, he states that his brother is four years younger than himself, but when he discusses his parents' deaths later on, he says that he was fifteen and Perci was nine, a gap of six years. Could you please change one of them to fit the other? 
✘ I am a bit confused toward the end where he says he moved back to Japan, as earlier when he describes going to the US for school, he left England? So when did he live in Japan? If it's something I overlooked while reading, I apologize.

Again, you have my apologies for nagging over details, and feel free to discuss it with Ryuujin if you think I'm being unfair at all. Good luck, and hopefully I'll be accepting him soon.

[Lance Mallory]

Oops, I didn't even notice those discrepancies. Been a while since I did Lance's bio, and if memory serves, I think it took me a while to get up off my lazy butt to finish it. Things should be fixed now.

As a side note for myself, I need to check if the money works on the mobile and ask Ryuu if I can delete the hide last edit plugin so that I can remove it manually from the forum.

[Corvus]

ACCEPTED

✘ Welcome to So Long Sentiment! Your partner is GIZAMON! In exchange for your selective partner, your account has been placed 25 EXP into debt. Now that you're a part of the struggle for humanity, please post in the face claim, who's who and make a character tracker to keep track of your things.