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Lysander Cooke

Roleplay: "Mind Blown 1x1"

Player: Hiuknowme

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned


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Synopsis
Halloween


Description
Black Hair, Long.

Green Eyes, Bright.

5'6, Wiry.

122 lb, Thin.

12 years. Cultivated.


Personality

My name is Lysander. My father and I live alone, in an apartment in Portland. I'm independent, probably because I've always had to be. I've always been an imaginative child, never letting go of my fantasies and imaginary friends even when they outgrew their childlike cuteness. Strange, though, I've been having these really odd dreams lately. Well, all of my dreams are odd, but these seem almost too plain for my imagination, and keep coming back at me at random parts of the day.

Anyway. Some negative qualities of mine... I'm a total coward. I get bullied at school, but every time I try to stand up for myself, my tongue gets stuck to the roof of my mouth and I can't speak. You'd think that at a private school, there would be nicer kids. I'm also obsessively organized. I have two planners. I read more books than I talk to people, and read everything, crime, mystery, journals, scientific records, fantasy, biographies, you name it, I have read a dozen or more books in that genre.


Equipment / Abilities

Since we live in the city, my father insisted that I learn Taekwondo at a young age. I'm a level 1 black belt now. Not that it's made any difference to my bullies. After all, I'm not supposed to use it for violence. Other than that... well... I'm fairly smart. That seems to be all I have going for me...


History

I don't know know who my mom is, and never have. My father gets angry when I talk about her, or ask about her, so I've learned to let it lie. I can't remember anything about her, but father says she's been gone since I was four. I suppose I don't remember anything that far back anyway...

I've lived in the same apartment my entire life, and gone to the same private school all my life. I don't have many friends. Any friend I make is usually scared off by Michael, the boy that bullies me. He's two years older, and hates me. He goes out of his way to make my life awful- always has, since second grade. If you think about it, I suppose he's the closest thing to a friend that I have, and will ever have.

I haven't been alive very long yet, so I don't have much else to say.


Extra
Theme Song: Still Sane, Lorde

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Omlyt
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The Fragility of Cowardice
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