Post by Lysander Kane on Jan 13, 2010 4:39:32 GMT -5
LIKE STARS IN HEAVEN,WE WALK THIS MILKY WAY;;
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“It’s your life. I don’t give two shits what you do with it.”
NAME;[/b] Lysander Cicero Kane
AGE;[/b] 33
NICKNAMES;[/b] Kane the Immortal
GENDER;[/b][/size] Male
WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR;;[/color]
PERSONALITY;[/b] On a normal day Lysander is uncouth, vulgar, and rude. He generally comes off as rough for his rank, and has a (deserved) reputation as both a drinker and a ladies man. He is a man of action, and given the choice between diplomacy and intimidation he’d reach for the gun and scare the piss out of the other guy. This is most unfortunate when one considers he never gets to see the field anymore, instead reduced to deskwork by his latest promotion.
On duty, Lysander is somewhat tamer in his shenanigans than he otherwise might be. He does not enjoy kissing ass but at least knows when to watch himself. His demeanor on the job could be seen as somewhat professional if not for his foul mouth and blunt manner of speaking.
WEAPONS;[/b] A bulky six-chamber revolver with a chrome finish. Lysander is skilled with most kinds of firearms, and has used many of them over the course of his military service, but this is what he personally carries with him.
ALCHEMY;[/b][/size] N/A
LIKE A SHOOTING STAR,ACROSS THE MIDNIGHT SKY;;
HISTORY;[/b] Lysander’s enlistment into the State Military was something like destiny. His mother Aelia had been a Major General at her peak, and his father Magnus a Colonel. That he would serve his country with bullets and blood was practically a part of his genetic code. It was because of this upbringing in the Kane household that he joined without a thought almost the day he turned 18. In his later years he would sneer at his old self for being a mindless lamb, but even then he does not entirely regret his career choice.
To some extent Lysander can owe his swift movement through the ranks to the accomplishments of his family, which did not go unnoticed by the higher-ups. For the most part though he clawed his way to the top with his own two hands. He found himself stationed in the South early on, participating in day-to-day skirmishes with the Aerugo forces along the border. He found himself in the thick of gunfire on a daily basis, always emerging with a mixture of luck and raw determination. When he finally found himself in a position of some command Lysander became known both for his daring strategies and his knack for walking away when the dust settled, granting the nickname “Immortal” among his peers. His body slowly amassed a series of scars, but nothing that threatened his life.
Around the time he had become a major, a piece of shrapnel in the war zone struck him in the face. He emerged from a coma a month later, having survived with the sacrifice of one eye and the acquisition of much scar tissue on the left side of his face. He would survive, and he would continue progressing as he had, but the first true wound of war had been inflicted.
He was eventually transferred back to Central, and there Lysander attained his current rank as a Brigadier General. While he likes many of the perks that come with being a general, he truly misses the fight. Now he only gives orders and produces documents, bounds behind a desk until god knows when. Of course, the ladies go gaga over a general, so it’s almost an even trade.
LIKES;[/b]
Women
Alcohol
Cigarettes
Thrills
Black Coffee
DISLIKES:;[/b]
Paperwork
Cats
Cowards
Milk
Sweets
STATUS;[/b][/size] Military; Brigadier General
STARDUST SHINING IN YOUR EYES;;
HOW DID YOU FIND US;[/b]
SAMPLE RP;{Can be used from another site}[/b]
Edge’s fingers clung to the side of the cliff face, struggling to maintain his hold on the slippery rock. Even as he hung several dozen feet up on a vertical surface, he could tell the stone was glistening wet to the pours. It was as if he were clinging to actual glass now, his senses telling him that he should not, could not scale this surface. And yet here he was, still ascending. Such was the life of a ninja. Edge had avenged his kingdom and saved the world from death at the hands of a tower-giant-thing. Something like terrain was not going to best him today! Besides, he could see the top from where he was. All he had to do was cover less than ten feet and he would be in relative safety!
Shortcut my ass….
And so the ninja prince did continue to climb, reaching one hand over the other as he grew nearer to his goal. He did not once slip, but took a great deal more time than he otherwise might have. Edge studied his handholds, feeling them over, ensuring that he would not simply slide to his grizzly death if he put its trust into it. Such was this deadly balancing act, in which he could plummet to his demise on the uninviting sheets of rock below. But he trekked onward, rising up and up against the droplets of water descending from the heavens. He had come too far to give up and die. Neither Rubicante nor Zeromus had claimed his life, and neither would this confounded cliff!
And then…..he was up! A great relief washed through Edge’s body when he felt himself grasp his first 90 degree angle, followed by a rush of adrenaline as he struggled to finish the deed. Both hands caught hold of the ledge, his muscles straining to bring himself up and over. His feet shuffled blindly across the wall, seeking out holds to bolster his last effort. His breath wheezed into his mask, which already clung to his lips in that way wet fabric always did. Just….a little….further!
With a final gasp the prince sailed up from the abyss and on to solid ground. He attempted to stand, but found his limp body unable to easily move from anything greater than a haunch. While Edge considered himself the greatest thing since Fabul sirloin, the fact of the matter was that even he had limits. He would be ready for another go eventually, but for now he had to rest. The rain was fine, but if only there were someplace a little more comfortable…..such as that cave some ten yards from him. Edge blinked, surprised at having missed the gaping whole literally in front of his face. With a sigh he managed to pick himself up and wearily trudge to the mouth of the opening.
When he was but a scant couple of feet away, Edge made out a shape for the first time. A humanoid figure, huddled as if for warmth, could be roughly seen in the dimness of the cave. He steadied himself, somewhat surprised, and tried to make out just what had taken up residence here, lest it be hostile. He fount, however, that he was staring upon a woman. A young one at that; certainly no child, but with a smoothness to her face that could only surely fade with age. She was…..it seemed somehow crass to apply this to her, but she surely made Edge’s “hottie” list.
He stumbled here, catching himself on his palms. His gaze raised to the mystery maiden, dark eyes half-lidded above his veil. “Is it alright if I enter?”
CUSTOM TITLE;[/b] Immortal
PASSWORD;[/b][/size] Sinful
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