Post by Apple on Oct 19, 2008 0:36:35 GMT -5
[/size][/color] Lorcroft[/size][/color]Victor
[/center]Name:
Victor Lorcroft
Age:
28 years old - Has been cursed since he was nineteen.
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
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Red hair, very red, deepest blood red hair you've ever seen. Tan-pale features, lean muscles, stands to be about six feet and two inches; weighs around one hundred and seventy-nine pounds. And molten golden flecked eyes, the strangest gold eyes one has ever seen.
Personality:
Victor is rather the type of person that is plain, he has no reactions, he holds no emotions, he's just plain, an empty shell of nothing. A pathetic shell of nothing actually which is quite humorous considering how his brother is, but Victor does show a bit of emotion or which ever concern you'd like to prefer to label it, toward his brother. When it comes to Vincent his demeanor seems completely different.
His facade can be cracked unfortunately, he can become a rather sadistic little bastard but besides that point and the fact that one might seem him smile here and there isn't much difference of his natural attitude about things. There isn't much to actually say about Victor besides the fact that he's basically dead inside, but sometimes with a bit of encouragement on his anger or whichever button one would prefer to push and prod, he can spout a good argument or even a little duel of brutality.
What kind of people you like:
Straight
Which Role are you:
Yomi's Slave
Type of Sex you prefer:
. . . No type.
Custom Title:
{Oblivious Slave}
History:
Born to Lissiana and Arthur Lorcroft, Victor was conceived on the eve of New Years, alone side premature younger twin brother Vincent. Victor was a rather bossy, egotisitcal, arrogant little child where as his twin Vincent was the epiffany of innocence. The two were polar opposites and their parents always had loved to show off Vincent, later on this would be an added pile of crap Victor lists for all the screwed up shit that happened in his life.[/color][/blockquote]
Victor held a rather evil grudge on his younger brother, which still holds 'til this very day. Victor turned seventeen and begged his parents to allow him to join the military, which they happily agreed, thinking it was the best for their troubled son. He joined the military and loved how he could release all his anger and every feeling in his fiber being through violence. After he came back from a war he had served for two years he was given the chance to take a break---mind you, he was forced to take a break---but at the age of nineteen that's when he came across the Dollhouse.
How he became a slave, is beyond him; he just supposed he was so used to serving people that being a slave wasn't anything different than serving the military. With a tactical mind and an emotionless state, he's like the perfect creepy statue butler. Though when Vincent just so happen to come across the same Dollhouse, well that wasn't exactly a pretty moment in Victor's dreamless state. Since his brother has taken residence in the Dollhouse, Victor is planning a stragetic crime on how to kill his twin---even though they hardly look like twins anymore.
Sample RP:
"Tell me, youngin', why are ye so eerie?" A scottish accented voice filled the air with it's lavender silk sound and green eyes stared blankly at Victor while he sat at a round table with the old geezer. He wasn't exactly sure why he was there, the man looked well into his sixties maybe even seventies but quite possibly that could all be from over working and lack of sleep. The old Scottish man had purple bruised circles under his droopy eyes, a long crocked nose---maybe from a brawl back in his prime---and silver gray hair reaching his shoulders under a dull dirt stained red plaid jacket with a pair of faded blue jeans as well.[/color][/blockquote]
Victor couldn't speak, his mouth was sown shut, his hands seemed to move in slow motion as he watched closely under the wooden table how his index finger twitched and the motion itself was sluggish. He was being held against his will, his thoughts completely going blank and Victor was convinced that this Scottish brute had something to do with this.
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