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Lance is fairly open about where he came from and what he's done in his years. He was born in 1813 in St. Petersburg, Russia to wealthy commoners, though conspicuously not nobility. His father, though, had aspirations of changing that, and was quite dead set on marrying his son off to a noblewoman. Lance never had any interest. His mother played interference as long as she could, fostering her son's love of the arts, especially his prodigious talent at the piano. But that would not last for long, as she wasted away of illness and died when Lance was only ten. The next seven years would see a slow but accelerating breakdown of what little positive relationship he and his father had. His father did his best to force Lance onto whatever eligible noblewomen he could find, while Lance was more interested in dallying with the men of the city. It was also at this point that he ''did'' start going by Lancelot, or Lance, rather than Mikhail. His middle name was chosen by his beloved mother, unlike the first name chosen by his hated father and subsequently hated itself. In any case, the relationship grew increasingly dramatically toxic, resulting in a year's worth of something that could only very generously be referred to as a "prank war" and really is better termed "steady escalation." This year ended with his father dismantling and burning for firewood as much of his piano as was safe to do so with, and Lance's final escalation was to make his father warm for the rest of his life. He stabbed the man in the limbs just enough to immobilize him in the night, then set their home ablaze. He was found in the morning, barefoot in his pajamas outside the smoldering ruins as he laughed hysterically in the snow of St. Petersburg winter, courting frostbite in most of his fingers and toes. He was promptly locked away in an asylum. He was only seventeen at the time.<br><br> | Lance is fairly open about where he came from and what he's done in his years. He was born in 1813 in St. Petersburg, Russia to wealthy commoners, though conspicuously not nobility. His father, though, had aspirations of changing that, and was quite dead set on marrying his son off to a noblewoman. Lance never had any interest. His mother played interference as long as she could, fostering her son's love of the arts, especially his prodigious talent at the piano. But that would not last for long, as she wasted away of illness and died when Lance was only ten. The next seven years would see a slow but accelerating breakdown of what little positive relationship he and his father had. His father did his best to force Lance onto whatever eligible noblewomen he could find, while Lance was more interested in dallying with the men of the city. It was also at this point that he ''did'' start going by Lancelot, or Lance, rather than Mikhail. His middle name was chosen by his beloved mother, unlike the first name chosen by his hated father and subsequently hated itself. In any case, the relationship grew increasingly dramatically toxic, resulting in a year's worth of something that could only very generously be referred to as a "prank war" and really is better termed "steady escalation." This year ended with his father dismantling and burning for firewood as much of his piano as was safe to do so with, and Lance's final escalation was to make his father warm for the rest of his life. He stabbed the man in the limbs just enough to immobilize him in the night, then set their home ablaze. He was found in the morning, barefoot in his pajamas outside the smoldering ruins as he laughed hysterically in the snow of St. Petersburg winter, courting frostbite in most of his fingers and toes. He was promptly locked away in an asylum. He was only seventeen at the time.<br><br> | ||
Lance was not an easy patient, and his stay in the asylum was brutal. Years of violent restraint practically destroyed his shoulders, an injury even the Embrace did not fully heal. But four winters later in the early days of 1834, something struck him. He can't quite explain what it was, but it gave him inspiration and desperate drive to stage an escape. He broke loose and went on the run, at least for a short while. Ten days later, late at night, circumstances saw to it that he was shoved off a building, ripping his shoulders out even worse in a failed attempt to catch himself on the way down. A Toreador known as Friar Lawrence found him dying in the gutter. To this night Lance still doesn't know what possessed the man to Embrace him, but the Friar whisked him away to another life - one of being the man's pet redemption project. A soul to be saved, if you will.<br><br> | Lance was not an easy patient, and his stay in the asylum was brutal. Years of violent restraint practically destroyed his shoulders, an injury even the Embrace did not fully heal. But four winters later in the early days of 1834, something struck him. He can't quite explain what it was, but it gave him inspiration and desperate drive to stage an escape. He broke loose and went on the run, at least for a short while. Ten days later, late at night, circumstances saw to it that he was shoved off a building, ripping his shoulders out even worse in a failed attempt to catch himself on the way down. A Toreador known as Friar Lawrence found him dying in the gutter. To this night Lance still doesn't know what possessed the man to Embrace him, but the Friar whisked him away to another life - one of being the man's pet redemption project. A soul to be saved, if you will.<br><br> | ||
| − | They traveled together for the next 188 years, Lance causing problems and Friar bailing him out. | + | They traveled together for the next 188 years, Lance causing problems and Friar bailing him out. They came to America in the late 1930s, having weathered one world war with no interest in riding out another, and continued traveling around. In January of 2022, Lance was struck with a fit of impulsive fancy and fled his sire, stealing Friar's ghoul's car and making his way to the domain of Annapolis. He made to settle there, but Sovereign Prince Rook was (understandably) suspicious of this new Rose's pyromaniac tendencies, and gave him six months to prove himself and earn his residency there. Six months passed, and Lance is pretty sure Rook never actually granted him citizenship but one night just alluded to him already having it. Lance did not question it.<br><br> |
He's been in Annapolis ever since, being an irritation, getting into trouble, and doing ART.<br><br> | He's been in Annapolis ever since, being an irritation, getting into trouble, and doing ART.<br><br> | ||
In the fall of 2022, Lance was kidnapped by the White King, a Fomorian thorn in the domain's side. He remembers little of what happened, but his prodigious piano skill was literally torn out of his soul. He's recovered a bit, but he can't play the instrument at all now. In fact he appears to be terrified of it. | In the fall of 2022, Lance was kidnapped by the White King, a Fomorian thorn in the domain's side. He remembers little of what happened, but his prodigious piano skill was literally torn out of his soul. He's recovered a bit, but he can't play the instrument at all now. In fact he appears to be terrified of it. | ||
Revision as of 17:31, 26 June 2023
| Clan | Toreador |
|---|---|
| Position | None |
| Status | 1 |
| Domain | Annapolis, MD |
| Coterie | None |
| Society | None |
| Path | Humanity 00 |
| Player | Leah S |
Contents
Overview
Alias(es):
Lance, kindofhumanwreckage on TikTok (at least right now), xXGanymedeGaleXx (Vtuber persona)
Real Name: Mikhail Lancelot Chesnokov
Apparent Age: Very early 20s
Concept: One who suffers beautifully but probably deserves most of it
Physical description:
Lance is a truly exemplary specimen of the human visage. With dark curls, fair skin, stunning blue eyes, delicate features, and a somewhat feverish flush to his cheeks and lips, he very much embodies the Victorian ideal of consumptive beauty. And he is very much more properly termed beautiful than he is handsome, for he is androgynous at best and really quite feminine in a lot of ways. He is tiny though, standing at no more than five and a half feet on a good night and weighing little more than a hundred ten or so pounds soaking wet. His looks are exquisite in a way that invites as much admiration from a distance as it draws you in to get a closer look (*Gorgeous x4, *Magnetic x5). Every movement that he makes appears intentional and done with a dancer's grace and precision (*Graceful x5). Despite all of this, but for a somewhat bestial air brought on by his low Humanity, Lance does not appear undead in much of any way. There's heat and life to his skin, and he seems to naturally breathe and pump blood through his heart (*Sanguine Humor). He even appears alive under inspection by Auspex (*Bright Aura).
Lance usually dresses in black, white, and red, favoring tight black pants (and I do mean tight), flowing white shirts of one variety or another, and some form of red around his neck be it a necktie, cravat, bandanna, or something less standard. He usually wears shoes with a heel to give him at least a little more height. His graceful movements often take the form of idle, almost unconscious dance steps, and he's rarely still for long unless he's intentionally languishing for attention.
Detailed Status:
- Acknowledged
Character Information
Known History
Lance is fairly open about where he came from and what he's done in his years. He was born in 1813 in St. Petersburg, Russia to wealthy commoners, though conspicuously not nobility. His father, though, had aspirations of changing that, and was quite dead set on marrying his son off to a noblewoman. Lance never had any interest. His mother played interference as long as she could, fostering her son's love of the arts, especially his prodigious talent at the piano. But that would not last for long, as she wasted away of illness and died when Lance was only ten. The next seven years would see a slow but accelerating breakdown of what little positive relationship he and his father had. His father did his best to force Lance onto whatever eligible noblewomen he could find, while Lance was more interested in dallying with the men of the city. It was also at this point that he did start going by Lancelot, or Lance, rather than Mikhail. His middle name was chosen by his beloved mother, unlike the first name chosen by his hated father and subsequently hated itself. In any case, the relationship grew increasingly dramatically toxic, resulting in a year's worth of something that could only very generously be referred to as a "prank war" and really is better termed "steady escalation." This year ended with his father dismantling and burning for firewood as much of his piano as was safe to do so with, and Lance's final escalation was to make his father warm for the rest of his life. He stabbed the man in the limbs just enough to immobilize him in the night, then set their home ablaze. He was found in the morning, barefoot in his pajamas outside the smoldering ruins as he laughed hysterically in the snow of St. Petersburg winter, courting frostbite in most of his fingers and toes. He was promptly locked away in an asylum. He was only seventeen at the time.
Lance was not an easy patient, and his stay in the asylum was brutal. Years of violent restraint practically destroyed his shoulders, an injury even the Embrace did not fully heal. But four winters later in the early days of 1834, something struck him. He can't quite explain what it was, but it gave him inspiration and desperate drive to stage an escape. He broke loose and went on the run, at least for a short while. Ten days later, late at night, circumstances saw to it that he was shoved off a building, ripping his shoulders out even worse in a failed attempt to catch himself on the way down. A Toreador known as Friar Lawrence found him dying in the gutter. To this night Lance still doesn't know what possessed the man to Embrace him, but the Friar whisked him away to another life - one of being the man's pet redemption project. A soul to be saved, if you will.
They traveled together for the next 188 years, Lance causing problems and Friar bailing him out. They came to America in the late 1930s, having weathered one world war with no interest in riding out another, and continued traveling around. In January of 2022, Lance was struck with a fit of impulsive fancy and fled his sire, stealing Friar's ghoul's car and making his way to the domain of Annapolis. He made to settle there, but Sovereign Prince Rook was (understandably) suspicious of this new Rose's pyromaniac tendencies, and gave him six months to prove himself and earn his residency there. Six months passed, and Lance is pretty sure Rook never actually granted him citizenship but one night just alluded to him already having it. Lance did not question it.
He's been in Annapolis ever since, being an irritation, getting into trouble, and doing ART.
In the fall of 2022, Lance was kidnapped by the White King, a Fomorian thorn in the domain's side. He remembers little of what happened, but his prodigious piano skill was literally torn out of his soul. He's recovered a bit, but he can't play the instrument at all now. In fact he appears to be terrified of it.
Coterie
None
Allies
He's not sure anyone would really want to be his ally.
Enemies
He's probably made quite a few, but he's not sure who they are yet.
Sire
A Toreador of considerable age going by the name Friar Lawrence
Childer
None
Broodmates
None that he's ever met, but his sire's old enough that he figures there have probably been others
Character Inspirations
Soundtrack
- My Chemical Romance - Blood
- Bleachers - Rollercoaster
- Fall Out Boy - Irresistable
- Fall Out Boy - Hum Hallelujah
- Fall Out Boy - Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)
- Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care
- Green Day - Still Breathing
- Green Day - Horseshoes and Handgrenades
- My Chemical Romance - Dead!
- Panic! At The Disco - King of the Clouds
- The Pink Spiders - Here Comes Trouble
- Set It Off - Killer in the Mirror
- Linkin Park - The Catalyst
- AJR - Bang!
- Rilo Kiley - A Better Son/Daughter
- All Time Low - Some Kind of Disaster
- MIKA - Blame It On The Girls
- Mori Calliope - Red
Quotes
- "I was lying on the ground to express the agony of the universe, but then I got bored."
- "I will be sure to add 'doe eyed little twink' to my profile."
Rumors
- Lance was poached from Clan Malkavian.
- Lance is lying about his age, no 200+ year old Kindred could possibly be that into TikTok.
- Lance is a natural born trouble magnet and should not be left unsupervised ever.
- Lance decided to become a Vtuber solely because it makes his sire cringe.
- Lance was involved in some recent bad business in Philadelphia. He vehemently denies this rumor.
- Lance was kidnapped by the Sabbat and all he got was this Crafts 6 tattoo.
