Steven Lagenski
Feb 6, 2011 19:57:29 GMT -5
Post by Steven Lagenski on Feb 6, 2011 19:57:29 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Steven, P, Lagenski
Nicknames: Lag, Stevey, Dickhead, Stevey P, That one emo kid (annoys the hell out of him)
Age:16
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student,
Powers: Tactile Telekinesis allows those who possess it to push objects through a medium as long as the medium is solid. If they are on the same plane as the object they are moving then it is easily moved. Steven's power to do this is limited to objects or people two times heavier then him and his ability only works in a 30 ft radius
Play By: Oli Skyes
The Details
Hair Color:Jet black
Eye Color:Hazel brown
Any Piercings?One spider bite piercing on both ends of his lower lip
Any Tattoos?None
Any Scars?None but a few bruises on his face
General Appearance: Lag stands at 5'9 and weighs roughly 140lb. He has a slightly athletic build, though his muscles are pretty unapparent unless he flexes. His facial features are boyish and well kept. He has no obvious markings except for the occasional pimple that seems to pop up. His chin is dented and forms a dimple near the end thought he rest of his face is triangular. His eye brows along are trimmed and he is lacking in any other facial hair. His apparel usually consist of tee shirts and dungarees though he does switch to the occasional pair of shorts from time to time. His hair is well kept and fall in several bangs around his face, his overall style can be considered Emo though he hates when he is called this.
Personality: His general outlook on life is to make it a joke. He tends to take light of almost all situations much to the chagrin of his parents and most of the people around him. His liveliness and perky attitude is always dominant in essence he is a Pollyanna and always tries to see the silver lining of things even when there is no real good side to it. When dealing with most people he tends to joke about their flaws as if he had known them long enough for this not to be considered offensive even when it is. He can also be seen as oblivious as even when they become frustrated by this he seems not to notice and carries on with his prior behavior.
Your Vices
Likes:
- Marijuana,
- Sleeping
- Blaming farts on other people
Dislikes:
- Emos
- Being called emo
- Ritsy people
- Snobs
Strengths: Lag excels at the sports he's tried his hand at, baseball, and football. So it can be assumed he excels in most ranges that have deal with athleticism
Weaknesses: Lag rarely shifts his perspective and is very closed minded even in situations that need to be thought in an out of the box fashion he tends to remain stern in his belief and ideals.
Fears: Aerophobia- Fear of drafts, air swallowing, or airborne noxious substances.
Secret: He still loves his father despite their long history of abuse.
Family Ties
Father:Peter Lagenski
Mother:Sharron Lagenski
Siblings:Kurt Lagenski (Brother) Kate Lagenski (Sister)
Any Other Important People:His dog Champ who he has an extremely varying love hate relationship with
History
Three biggest offenses Steven has ever committed
One
“Mom, Stevey slammed his hand in the mouse trap again.” Kurt Lagenski stared blandly at his brother as he once again attempted to get the cheese. He had seen his brother break his hand at least twice from this, the first time he had tried to stop him, but he had learned to let him do what he wanted as he never seemed to listen anyways.
Their father rushed down the stairs with a disappointed look on his face. Kurt made sure to back away as whenever their dad came it meant something bad was going to happen.
The boy wiggled his fingers while his eyes filled up with tears. He had managed not to break them this time, but he had courted unwanted attention in the process, his father was not the parent he was looking forward to seeing.
“Steven.”
His voice was cold almost robotic, he lifted the thin metal beam from his son’s hand and sighed. Even though he had just been saved a look of fear had settled on the child of seven’s face.
He knew that this was just another attempt at gaining attention. They had just had another child and Steven had a habit of trying to be the center of attention. He wasn't sure what to do with the boy, but he knew that the negative calls for attention couldn't be left unchecked.
The disgruntled cries of two children rang through the house that day, while an infant was being comforted by her mother a boy was being beaten mercilessly by his father.Two
A loud wrap on the door was enough to halt the couple from the rapturous love making, they had finally gotten all their children out of the home, Steven was out doing god knows what, Kurt had finally gotten to Cambridge and Kate was sleeping over at a friend’s house. The knocking was an unwelcomed sound in a uncommon afternoon.
The boy stood alongside a man clad in blue with a pentagon shaped hat, the two stood ahead of the backdrop of a flashing red and blue car. Though the man seemed far from happy the boy stood tall with a goofy smile on his face.
With his wife nude the man jumped out of the bed and hopped into his pants. They had only been at it a couple of minutes and he had already been interrupted, it was beginning to become a beautiful night. He rushed down the staircase with hopes of shooing away the Jehovah witness as soon as possible. They were like vampires with bibles and it seemed like god would deny him pleasure once more.
The door opened revealing not two people with books, but a man with a gun and a living manifestation of disappointment. “Hi dad.” Steven said with a smile and a cheery tone that offset the mood of their current situation.
“Sir your is this your son?”
The cops voice was stern and reeked with the agitation that plagued most who ran into delinquents. The man looked at his son and then toward the policeman.
“Yes officer he is.”
After a brief discussion about how his son had been found burning garbage can the cop had left the family with a warning. Peter Lagenski stood at the door and waited patiently for the car to pull off before entering the house again.
“I can explain.”
The boy’s smile was unnerving. His obvious lack of respect for the officer, his father, or himself was enough to send his father into a rage. He didn’t give the boy time to convey his explanation. His hand had slammed against the left side of his face far too quickly for that to become doable.
“Do you have any idea, what the hell could have happened to you!”
He swung harder sending the back of his hand against the boy’s right temple. He had gotten a lot more enduring from the days of his youth. The hit had only served to make him wince. “ Yeaow!” he tried to make a game out of replying to his father whenever he had a tantrum, it always seemed to make the pain seem more bearable.
“I had to do it.” His remark was cut short by another smack to the face. His entire head slammed against the floor and his mouth was open wide. His lip had been busted open and a thin trickle of blood had smeared against his skin.
“Get up, Shutup, go to your room. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.” He had done enough for one night and got up from on top of his son. He looked at the bit of blood on his knuckle and sighed as he returned to his bed.
“Whatever you say.” the boy mumbled this as he waited for his father to go up and leave like his father had the cop. His head was hurting. It was throbbing from the blows from his father and the mild migraine that had seemed to rear up from it.
He placed his left hand against his face and tried to rub it out while he swung his hand right hand out. The small wooden table that held the lamp had slammed into the wall sending the lamp to the floor. It shattered into three jagged pieces. He made no effort to pick it up.
He was sure he would be blamed for it.
Three
Their son had somehow dented a locker and sent a boy into a coma, law suits were in order, but the family had chosen to sue the school and gotten a restraining order on the boy. The family sat with their son beside them in the chairs while they stared at the principle.
“It’s obvious he’s expelled. I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Lagenski, but he has been a problem since he got here. He’s been caught smoking in the bathroom, cutting classes. A student even reported seeing him peeing on the stairs. This is not a shot at your parenting abilities, but your son is not ready for civilized society, if it were up to me he’d be locked away somewhere, but I’m pretty sure the police will do that for me eventually.”
The duo sat still and nodded, they had dreaded this day, he had been kicked out of several schools, it was only a matter of time before he would be kicked out of this one. They sighed simultaneously and escorted their son out of the building. Sharron had done well to stand in between her husband and her son to avoid any immediate incidents in front of the school.
“Listen dad, I shit you not, I just pushed him, and he slammed into the locker and ...yeah. It was funny when he fell though.” He snickered at the memory almost forgetting the situation he was in. His father did not seem pleased, but remained silent none the less.
“Stevey…” his mother pressed her hand against her son’s shoulder while they walked toward the car, she had so much to say, but there was so much she couldn’t while in front of her husband. The family sat down, Peter and Sharron in the front and Steven in the back.
“A woman from an institute came to us yesterday. The place is called Hammel.” She was cut off by her husband he only took enough time to turn his head, “Apparently you’re not a complete lying shit.” His voice was agitated, as it always was when recently dealing with his son. Sharron frowned and continued “She said you have a gift and they want to teach you to use it.” The man kept his eye on the road while his son kept his eyes on his shoes, “She said you were a danger to society and lately I’m starting to believe her.”
“You’d believe-“, “Steven shut up!” his mother interrupted him most likely saving him from another assault from his father and a possible car crash. The boy bit his lower lip and remained quiet as his mother instructed.
“You’ll be leaving in two weeks.”
The day he had been sent away was a much harder smack to the face then any time his father had hit him. He had been cast aside not only by his father but his mother as well to go to some institute that was supposedly meant to help him.
He tried to run, but was quickly found and when he awoke he was in the building.
"Fuck."
Roleplay Example
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Light blue school shoes tapped down against the cobalt tiling of the ground below. The feet to whom they belonged to were that of a fair skinned child with raven black hair. Her strides were small ones that crossed barely a foot with each step. It was the norm of an eight year old. The sun shined down on a small toothy grin, while hazel brown eyes stared at the splendor of the world around her. Balloons wrapped around large cylinders that towered over the many passersby while the smell of funnel cake wafted through the air.
The smell was complimented by the lingering scent of many other foods and of course the sea. This was Bausyer Island a land were the term amusement was not just a theme but a lifestyle. The girls steps were graced by those of another, though what walked beside her were not feet, but auburn brown hooves. The creature to whom they belonged to, was not a horse, but rather a dog. Its snout leaned a foot ahead of the rest of its face as it inhaled the concoction of mingling scents. It's antlers pointed to the sky while it's crescent shaped eyes roamed the crowd of people for the source of such tantalizing smells.
A small hand rested on its back and slowly stroked at his fur as a means to calm him. He turned and licked at the girls cheek to return the favor which revealed a row of baige hued fangs. They had landed on the isle along with a man named Gin who had quickly dismissed the pair to their own accord. "Your a big girl who can take care of herself." was the last words that she heard from him, before she set off to find another means of transportation. They had walked as far as twenty feet from the dock before they were approached by their first resident. "Hello little girl want to win a prize?" the man was slim, his broad shoulders were covered by a tan brown vest that blended nicely with his long white shirt. "What kind of prize?" the child asked with her still on her pet. The man smiled and leaned down so that their eyes would meet, "Any prize."
The thought of winning anything seemed shady to the girl. She had spent the last six months of her life dealing with a con man and theif. That type of thing never bode well for the psyche of a child, and Shini was no exception. "This a trick." she thought quietly, a sign that her niavety had all but faded, but dispite her thoughts she nodded her head and shouted, "Okay" in the most innocent of voices. The man turned around and led the child through a small alley were most of the crowd chose not to travel. "Go in there and I'l start up the machine." the man pointed to two steel doors that sat in the center of a rectangular brick structure.
Shini obliged and went in bringing her hooved companion along with her. The door swung open revealing nothing but a dark room with a dust covered machine along the back. The door closed behind them and gave off a loud ringing that echoed through the expanse of the building. A whirring sound went off in the back and suddenly the place became filled with light. A large clown face laid against a glowing green cone with several pink hoops that spread across it. A voice boomed out of a small grey box that sat perched in the top left corner of the room, "This is the funhouse, life is your prize."
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My catch phrase is shit happens
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Name: Call me W.e srsly idc
Age: 17
Experience: I've been rping for a few years, I've been forum rping for like 5 months methinks?
Some guy on the c-box posted this site
Ready To Play? Yea
