[F--C] Lance Woodcrest

Name: Lance Woodcrest
Alias: N/A
Gender/Sex: Cis male
Age: 22
Birthday: April 17th
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 164 lbs
Kingdom: Soleil

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.C O M B A T

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[ g e n e r a l ]

Level:1
Class: Pegasus Knight
Weapon: Iron Lance

[ a b i l i t i e s ]

[ANIMAL AFFINITY] Animals almost always like him. He isn't sure why or how, but he isn't complaining <:

[INTUITIVE] Seems to have freakishly accurate intuition about future events. Too bad they're never in his favour.

[FRONTLINER] He's daring and has a disturbing lack of self preservation, which means he has no qualms with being on the frontlines as a traditionally 'lightweight' class. He likes being the center of attention and fighting head-to-head.

[ s t a t s ]

HP: 15/15
STR: 5            LCK: 1
Mag: 1            DEF: 4
SKL: 5            RES: 4
SPD: 5

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.B I O

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Lance is always sporting a kindly smile that some would consider sly and even suspicious, but really, he's quite pleasant and polite - at face value. He hardly ever uses foul language and overall carries himself in a dignified, confident manner. He's friendly and helpful, likes listening to people talk about themselves and like it even more when they compliment him (though he'll be 'humble' about it). He tries to keep others amused with witty remarks, 'lighthearted' teasing and is a big fan of practical jokes, but he knows when he needs to tone down with the joking and take things seriously. He has an incredibly sharp tongue which can be infuriating when paired up with his calm demeanor. Winning an argument against him is nigh impossible since you can throw as many insults as you want at him and his expression doesn't change at all; he likes making you feel stupid, pretty much. There are quite a few things that set him off though; mostly constant whining and immaturity. 

Unfortunately he can come off as arrogant and elitist when he hardly gives anything but backhanded compliments. Because of the way he talks, it's hard to tell whether or not he's being sarcastic. His silver tongue makes him a natural liar and he uses this to his advantage. He's terribly skeptical and pessimistic, but always keeps it to himself; even when his inexplicably accurate intuition is screaming at him not to. While he enjoys listening to other people talk about themselves, he greatly dislikes telling anyone any 'juicy secrets' about himself since he finds trusting people difficult, so any questions about himself are usually smoothly deflected back at the inquisitor.

While he's mostly recovered from the abuse he suffered, he's still got instintive reactions to people raising their hand at him or grabbing him too quickly; he usually dislikes being touched, but despises being grabbed and tugged around. As a result, he often keeps his arms folded behind his back, military style, unless he's telling a story and vividly gesturing with his hands. This aversion to physical affection also translates a bit into his emotional distance from people. He's pretty bitter about people that had loving, caring families while growing up; he can't really help it, he knows its petty and ridiculous, but it doesn't stop him from feeling that way. Despite all of that, he still has a soft spot for children and animals.

+ Expensive food and clothing
+ His hair...
+ Animals!!
+ Traveling/sightseeing/flying
+ Hot gossip :3c
+ Sparring with anyone who isn't a mage/archer since... mages/archers are kinda wimpy in his books
+ Spending time with children
+ Super serious people; they're kinda funny
+ Learning about anything
+ A good sounding board if y'know what I'm saying
+ People who get things done

- Fortune tellers since he KNOWS most of them are full of BS
- Being surprise touched/poked/whatever
- Childish people (lol hypocrite)
- Alcohol
- Awkward silences
- Cold places/cold things/cold food/cold anything
- Nagging, whining, complaining
- Lazy people who don't make an effort to do anything

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.H I S T O R Y

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TL;DR - Lance was a victim of child abuse at the hands of his mother. He met Hearth, his pegasus, while wandering the city streets, and managed to coax the injured animal into health. When he reunited with her after she saved him from the animal attack that gave him his scar, he decided to scavenge whatever money he could to run away from home and live in the capital. Along with Hearth, Lance joined the military while being housed by a kindly stablehand that took him in as an apprentice.

Lance grew up in a middle-class home far from the capital along the outskirts of the country. His mother was a victim of domestic abuse, and the constant yelling and arguing between his parents made him very anxious and scared as a child. When his father finally left them in a drunken stupor, they were both extremely relieved.  She continued to love him and cherish him as any parent would, but her frustration with their dwindling income and the memories of her husband's beating began to take over her rational thoughts. She began abusing him as an outlet for her anger.

He was only nine when he began avoiding going home after school. Lance would wander the city streets, exploring every tiny alleyway (no matter how dangerous it was) until the stars were hanging in the sky and his eyes were hard to keep open. He spent almost all his time alone; the abuse made him emotionally distant. Since his mother dressed him well to cover up the bruising, and was extremely aloof, he hardly made any friends. His quiet shyness was misinterpreted by his classmates as the demeanor of a pompous, rich, brat. No one approached him. It was mostly Saturdays when he'd receive the harshest beating; that gave him face one day to heal without having to be seen in public. He'd often be thrown outside into the shed as 'punishment' and forced to sleep out there; Lance almost froze to death on multiple occasions. The following Monday he'd have a tight scarf wrapped around his neck, even in the summertime. No one ever bothered asking any questions.

It was a typical night when he was wandering the streets alone when he met Hearth, injured pegasus that a nobleman had left out to die because her leg was broken and one of her ears had been chewed off. She had been lying unattended in the back alley of some kind of sports arena for pegasus racing. Lance felt something pull at his heart and he managed to steal some barley from a vendor that was packing up for the night. After feeding her, he coerced the creature to a kindhearted stableman that was further in the countryside. It took a few weeks, but Lance would come visit her whenever he could and keep her company while she was patched up. The stablehand decided he'd like to keep her, but didn't have the resources to maintain her and just let her go. She wandered off without a glance, leaving Lance brokenhearted. 

After a particularly brutal beating session and his mother lifted a beer bottle to strike him, he panicked and fled out the door. Unfortunately he ran right into the wooded clearing near their home in the near dead of night, when wild animals lurking about were commonplace. He was attacked by something; he wasn't sure what exactly it was, but his face had already been shredded and he was ready to accept his fate when he heard a loud whinnying. Hearth had literally come out of nowhere and tackled whatever beast was attacking him. She was much larger than most of the creatures found in the forest so she easily scared it off. Promising her that he'd come back, Lance dragged himself back to his house to tend to his injuries, much to the seething rage of his mother.

When he was sixteen, his plan was going to come to fruition. He'd been saving up whatever spare change he had (there was a little bit of theft involved) to travel to the capital. Hearth had patiently returned to the stablehand's stables and waited for him. Thursday, he skipped the second half of school to sneak back to his house at lunch. He left a note on the table explaining to his mother what his plans were and that he was sorry he couldn't make her happy; that she'd be better off without him. With that, he and Hearth began their trek to the heart of the country. From there, he became a local stablehand's apprentice until he was eighteen and applied for military training to move to the Soleil Warfront. 

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I always do lit RP, length can vary from 1-2 paras to like 7 if I'm... really feeling it... orz I'm not comfy with doing script, but I'm up for headcanons too!

My timezone is -5, and I'm usually decently active.

Honestly I've pretty flexible when it comes to method, so anything can work! This means:

- dA Notes
- Skype (add me, I'm 'missiletainn' but my screen name changes a lot... profile pic is a... miitomo photo it's really stupid hahaaah)
- Google Docs
- Anything else??