C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________Lorcán Kendall Roth _________________________________________________________ July 23rd, 2007 | 21 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Single | ♂ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Prince Rupert | British Columbia | Canada _________________________________________________________ House Canis | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________◼ B U I L D || Athletic, Lean ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Light Brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Orange ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-11" ◼ W E I G H T || 177lbs ◼ S C A R S || See Full Description ◼ T A T T O O S || Lorcán's right arm has a three quarter sleeve starting with a Vegvisir on his shoulder that leads into a wyvern flying above a tall ship riding a wave coming out of a map that breaks up into a flock of birds and ends in a phoenix just below the elbow on the underside of his forearm. The entire piece is done in a monochromatic palette. ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Small studs in his ears ◼ O T H E R || None | C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________
"Kid's always got his head in the clouds." The day that Lorcán Kendall Roth was born was the day that his father, Aiden Roth turned in his badge to the Bureau of Hyperhuman Enforcement, Logistics & Protection. The product of parental abandonment, Aiden swore always to be available to his son and couldn't risk constantly being deployed by the the Hyperhuman Investigation Tactical Unit. Resigning as a Field Agent, Aiden and his wife, Victoria 'Tori' Roth moved from the Bureau's base housing into the Alumni Village on Dundas Island.
Lorcán ultimately would be born on the mainland at the Prince Rupert Regional Hospital, arriving on July 18, 2008, at the unholy hour of 5:32am. Raised in the Alumni Village, Lorcán was homeschooled from an early age, surrounded only by Hyperhumans that made up the community of the Alumni Village. In many ways, Lorcán led a very sheltered life, living among only the people who loved and accepted him wholly for who and what he was. When he was old enough to be properly enrolled into the Pacific Royal Collegiate program at the age of fourteen, he finally began to interact with people who had faced the adversity of the mainland simply for existing. Lorcán's eyes were slowly opened to the privileged youth he had thus far experienced and his wanderlust for the world beyond the school and its island was awakened.
With that wanderlust came first the interest in aviation, then the passion that fueled Lorcán through numerous classes of mathematics and physics that would have otherwise put even the studious young adult into a slumber to rival that of the fairy tale princess.
During Lorcán's junior collegiate year things began to change both at P.R.C.U and on Dundas Island. The Hyperhuman Terrorist known as Hyperion directly attacked Pacific Royal. This was made worse by the reveal that Hyperion was masquerading as Dr. Jonas Lehrer, a man who had been like a grandfather to Lorcán. In the aftermath, neither Lorcán nor his parents could accurately determine when the Jonas they knew had started being Kowalski, and the feeling was sickening for the family. His father, Aiden, in particular, carries a lot of guilt for not seeing through the deception.
Graduating from the collegiate program and embarking on a new adventure of higher learning, Lorcán enrolled in the aerospace engineering program. Despite his schedule being burdened with studies, Lorcán still finds time to participate in various athletics include Intramurals. Assigned to Team Blackjack, Lorcán made quick friends with his teammates, at least from his perspective. The last three years have been a whirlwind, but there is one thing that remains a constant.
Blackjack is always the wild card.
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C ________________________________________________________________________________________
"Uniform is mandatory, I'm really more of a Cobain or a Dean." Before his final year at Pacific Royal, Lorcán had always sported his hair in a long, flowing mane of locks. However, in the summer following third year, Lorcán opted to cut it short and has been slowly growing it back out since. The change was drastic enough that when he first came home even his own parents didn't recognize him. Naturally sandy brown, it tends to border on blonde or even red in some light due to bleaching from both the ocean and sun. His hair is wavy and generally tousled from the ocean even when cut short.
That aside, Lorcán himself is a young man of average height with a lean muscular build of someone who engages in regular athletic activities. His hair ranges from a sandy brown in the summer due to discoloring by the sun and salt water to more of a chestnut brown during the winter months. He has a fair complexion, maintain a fairly healthy diet. Lorcán isn't one for big meals, instead grazing throughout the day and is rarely without snacks on his person.
His eyes are orange in colour, appearing copper in duller light and nearly fiery in direct sun. Though more often than not, Lorcán covers his eyes with a pair of red lensed aviators. These are often paired with an old black H.I.T. ball cap that is always either on Lorcán's head or tucked in his backpocket. His other usual accessory being a small rucksack.
On his left arm, Lorcán sports a scar from his own lightning, leaving Lichtenberg Figure decorating the surface of his bicep and elbow. Otherwise Lorcán has several small scars from various dirt biking, surfing and Hyperball accidents. His right arm on the other hand is covered in a three quarter sleeve starting with a Vegvisir on his shoulder that leads into a wyvern flying above a tall ship riding a wave coming out of a map that breaks up into a flock of birds and ends in a phoenix just below the elbow on the underside of his forearm. The entire piece is done in a monochromatic palette. He has both of his ear lobes pierced, though rarely has anything other than two small black studs in.
A fan of layers, when out of uniform, Lorcán is rarely caught without a an adaptable outfit due to a lifetime of living on the island. He's prepared for the heat of the day while also having a jacket or pair of pants on hand. On a cool morning he'll layer pants over his shorts to tear away later in the day. Likewise with shirts in that he'll wear a button up over a t-shirt or tanktop and adjust with the day's temperature. His personal taste calls for a reliance on the colour blue with garments made primary of leather and denim.
M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y ________________________________________________________________________________________
"Y'know, cursing is a sign of a weak mind and weaker character." Born into a privilege that few other Hyperhumans have ever experienced, Lorcán grew up surrounded by acceptance and support in an environment with everything he could have ever wanted or needed was provided.
To some, this makes Lorcán entitled. He doesn't understand the value of money, he doesn't understand the distrust of another or the anxiety of living in a world where you're hated. In many ways, Lorcán is the product of a utopian society.
As a product of his environment, he's a calm and confident young man, but not the point of arrogance or cockiness. Lorcán reacts first and foremost out of kindness, seemingly void of most ulterior motives as acts of greed or self-gain have never been motivators for him.
Lorcán possesses a dry wit, often making wry comments if attempting humour. He is burdened with wanderlust, wanting to explore the world that is so foreign to him. An optimist in most situations, Lorcán balances this outlook with a heavy dose of realism, especially in the wake of the disenchantment his semi-charmed look undertook in hindsight with the events of Hyperion.
A born mediator, Lorcán has a long fuse and is usually very slow to anger but explosive when his limit is reached. He's not easily discouraged, borderline stubborn in most situations, but wallows and broods when brought down. He's not without a jealous streak, nor an overprotectiveness and the combination of these two can lead to a fiery outburst.
He's a hopeless romantic but shy. Lorcán is the kind of guy to make you a playlist or write a poem but not the kind to pull off an epic prom-posal. Sweet, kind and tender when comfortable, cold and distant when uncomfortable. |