Post by Blair. on Nov 5, 2009 14:57:59 GMT -5
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FULL NAME: Blair Lawrence Abendene
PET NAMES: Has yet to receive any adorable nick names.
AGE: Twenty Seven
BIRTH DATE: January 1.
BIRTH PLACE: Tephroiite, Idola
GENDER: Male.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Apprentice/Genius in training
FEALTY: For the state.
OUT OF CHARACTER: --
WAYS OF CONTACT: PM me, please.
EMAIL: I am not.
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HISTORY:[/blockquote]
Blair grew up simply. Though it’s not to say that just because one has a simple life, that it’s not difficult. Living within Idola, even something as easy as breathing is made difficult. The air was thick in his lungs, and Blair wouldn’t doubt that he’d developed some sort of disease from such. Occasionally when with Emery, he plays the “disease card” despite the fact that Emery, too, had been living within Idola far longer than he. Still, Blair isn’t about to get himself involved within any sort of grunt work. He’s suppose to be Emery’s second-in-command, after all!
Still, he’d been raised a good, strong lad directly beneath his father’s wing. Curious as ever, and having never received a proper schooling Blair was more than eager to simply stare over his father’s shoulder and learn by example. His father was strong and rough, and more than eager to pass his trade onto his young son, despite the fact that he wasn’t the most patient of men.
Then again, neither was Blair.
He was no genius, and hours upon hour of time and energy was wasted on this craft. Small explosions occurred, one of which could have even been considered life-altering. A piece of shrapnel burrowing deep to the lift of his shoulder. Blair managed to remove such, though after especially long days of work, and rainy days the joint often aches to the point where Blair is forced to cease whatever activity he may be occupied with.
It’s with this injury that came what could easily be considered Blair’s greatest invention. It’s a tiny simplistic motor, compact and fully functioning, unlike anything anyone before had ever perfected. That’s not to say that Blair thought his tiny motor perfect. It definitely had its kinks to work out.
With motor in hand he finds himself at the doorstep of a one infamous Emery, seeking both assistance, and finances.
It was a new beginning, and Blair couldn’t say he was eager to learn - as far as he was concerned, he knew all that was necessary. Blair is truly a horrid pupil with that arrogant grin, and cocky mouth of his. Heaven knew why, but Emery saw something in him.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
Naked fingertips reach outwards.
Miss Emma Durden could hardly believe her eyes. It was simply mid October and already there was the barest hints of snow drifting downwards from the grey masses overhead. Emi hated the snow. She knew well that it wouldn’t last. It was still far too warm for standing snow, and it’s more than obvious not a bit of it would stick about; the precipitation melts near-immediately upon hitting the sidewalk.
Or at least from what Emma could tell. It’s then she’s drawing her arm from out that cramped bus window - she could hardly fit it out in the first place. It was her utter disbelief that brought her to do such. And now her thin chest was growing tight with anxiety. She’d been battling these mild panic attacks for a small handful of years now, and she’d yet to come to terms with the sight of snow.
It brings back vivid memories of that snow dappling her features as she laid on her back upon that bank of snow. She recalled the cold upon her back. That sort of freezing where you numb for a time, before finally your flesh is alight with a foreign sort of heat; burning red and almost scalded. She recalls the firm thump of his hips upon hers as she ruined her. Ruined, broken. Perhaps saved in some ways. Emi was never none too sure what had happened that day, caked in snow and a sheen of sweat.
It’s then her hands are lifting to snap that small window closed with a good shove. She breathes out a heavy sort of sigh. It’s the sound of relief and she lets those strange blue eyes of hers flutter…
