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| − | 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'' | + | 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'', standing at no more than 5'5" 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). In fact, with his new Path, he feels even more alive than ever before.<br><br> |
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.<br><br> | 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.<br><br> | ||
Currently displayed quite visibly (when he's not being a good boy and keeping it covered) on the left side of Lance's neck is an inhumanly gorgeous and intricate (Crafts: Tattooing x6) tattoo of a beautiful rose on the vine. He is not sure how he got this tattoo but it doesn't go away when he resets himself. | Currently displayed quite visibly (when he's not being a good boy and keeping it covered) on the left side of Lance's neck is an inhumanly gorgeous and intricate (Crafts: Tattooing x6) tattoo of a beautiful rose on the vine. He is not sure how he got this tattoo but it doesn't go away when he resets himself. | ||
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[[Image:Disheveledlance.jpg|thumb|The absolute DRAMA.]] | [[Image:Disheveledlance.jpg|thumb|The absolute DRAMA.]] | ||
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. Unbeknownst to him, this was actually the work of a creature called a Fomorian, who filled him to brim with magical inspiration and visions of perfection so that he might burn himself out forever in order to feed it. He broke loose from the asylum 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 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> | 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.<br> |
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| + | In late July of 2023, Lance quietly disappeared from gathering after a successful fight. Something about him changed - he no longer felt quite the same as someone on Humanity, but neither did he appear path dead. In fact, he seemed more alive than ever. | ||
==Coterie== | ==Coterie== | ||
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==Soundtrack== | ==Soundtrack== | ||
| + | *[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmaLHGtpckg Falling in Reverse - Popular Monster] | ||
*[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cZu-4esvRY Bring Me The Horizon - LosT] | *[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cZu-4esvRY Bring Me The Horizon - LosT] | ||
*[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnFQo3qEXSw Jonathan Coulton - Artificial Heart] | *[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnFQo3qEXSw Jonathan Coulton - Artificial Heart] | ||
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* "I will be sure to add 'doe eyed little twink' to my profile." | * "I will be sure to add 'doe eyed little twink' to my profile." | ||
* "I've been wearing the mask for so long I'm not sure what's under it anymore. Or if there's anything there at all." | * "I've been wearing the mask for so long I'm not sure what's under it anymore. Or if there's anything there at all." | ||
| + | * [on who he is] "A child in the eyes of everyone but myself." | ||
| + | * "I’m not out of your league, I’m covered in brains!" <br> | ||
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| + | * "That boy turns up in more places he shouldn't..." -Seraphina Charfour | ||
==Rumors== | ==Rumors== | ||
Latest revision as of 06:12, 20 February 2024
| Clan | Toreador |
|---|---|
| Position | None |
| Status | 1 |
| Domain | Annapolis, MD |
| Coterie | None |
| Society | None |
| Path | Path of Breath 0000 |
| 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: Somewhere around 20, give or take a year.
Concept: One who suffers beautifully but might deserve some of it, trying to find out who he is.
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, standing at no more than 5'5" 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). In fact, with his new Path, he feels even more alive than ever before.
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.
Currently displayed quite visibly (when he's not being a good boy and keeping it covered) on the left side of Lance's neck is an inhumanly gorgeous and intricate (Crafts: Tattooing x6) tattoo of a beautiful rose on the vine. He is not sure how he got this tattoo but it doesn't go away when he resets himself.
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. Unbeknownst to him, this was actually the work of a creature called a Fomorian, who filled him to brim with magical inspiration and visions of perfection so that he might burn himself out forever in order to feed it. He broke loose from the asylum 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.
In late July of 2023, Lance quietly disappeared from gathering after a successful fight. Something about him changed - he no longer felt quite the same as someone on Humanity, but neither did he appear path dead. In fact, he seemed more alive than ever.
Coterie
None
Allies
- The Toreador of Maryland
- Remiel and Simion, local Unicorns
Enemies
- Tony Angelo, apparently. He was not aware he had made this one until he was informed of certain accusations being thrown at him.
Sire
A Toreador of considerable age going by the name Friar Lawrence
Childer
None, though he does like to tell an increasingly tall tale of "the childe he Embraced at Woodstock."
Broodmates
None that he's ever met, but his sire's old enough that he figures there have probably been others
Character Inspirations
Soundtrack
- Falling in Reverse - Popular Monster
- Bring Me The Horizon - LosT
- Jonathan Coulton - Artificial Heart
- Jelly Roll - Need A Favor
- Shinedown - ATTENTION ATTENTION
- Maneskin - GOSSIP
- Sleeping with Sirens - Grave
- Sleeping with Sirens - Complete Collapse
- Motionless in White - Masterpiece
- Beartooth - Riptide
- Disturbed - The Night
- ICE NINE KILLS - Welcome to Horrorwood
- I Fight Dragons - Pretend
- Fall Out Boy - I Am My Own Muse
- Fall Out Boy - Flu Game
- 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."
- "I've been wearing the mask for so long I'm not sure what's under it anymore. Or if there's anything there at all."
- [on who he is] "A child in the eyes of everyone but myself."
- "I’m not out of your league, I’m covered in brains!"
- "That boy turns up in more places he shouldn't..." -Seraphina Charfour
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.
- Lance is on a Path.
