Post by Sparx on Nov 11, 2013 17:07:05 GMT -5
LYSANDRE
The Basics
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Age: 39
Birth Date: 14 August
Occupation: Scientist; Team Flare Leader
What Do You Look Like?
Appearance: Lysandre is a tall man at six feet and two inches, his long legs accounting for most of this height. Though not particularly muscular, he has a strong, masculine frame, with broad shoulders. He weighs one hundred and seventy-five pounds. His skin is mostly light and peachy, with a slight tan in the few places he shows skin.The man has a long, square-ish face with sharp, angular features. His eyes, though marked with a few weary lines, are a fiery light blue. Bright red hair frames his features, from the spiky mess on top of his head to the scruffy bear that extends from his chin. He does his best to style his hair to orient it backward, but strands here and there still stick out in an unruly fashion. Lysandre’s mouth is a stern, thin line with frown marks on either side, just beneath a long, slightly crooked nose.
Starter Outfit: Lysandre likes to dress sharp, so he wears a classy outfit to match. Over his torso he wears a fitted, leather black jacket with orange trim and padded shoulders. Under this is a dark red collared shirt, and an orange cravat is tied around his neck. He wears black, fingerless gloves on his hands.
His trousers match his jacket; fitted and black with orange trim. These are held up by a black leather belt with a silver buckle. Along with dark red socks, Lysandre wears shiny black dress shoes on his feet, with thick soles that make him stand even taller than he already is.
Who Are You?
Likes: Control, fire pokémon, coffee, reading, coffee cake, scienceDislikes: Most people, small talk, being ignored or talked down to, cold weather, anything with avocado, being wrong
Fears: Losing control, death
Goals: Perfecting his universe
Personality: The first thing one would notice about Lysandre is that he is very passionate about everything he sets his mind to. Science, pokémon, his goals; at times, this trait reaches the point of perfectionism. He spends incredible amounts of time on projects and research, even foregoing sleep and food in order to remain focused on his work. Lysandre could spends hours talking about the things he’s interested in, and is especially excited about doing so if the people he’s with reciprocate his enthusiasm. Unfortunately, if someone doesn’t share his passions and views, he finds it very difficult to tolerate this person, and will quickly begin to degrade them in his mind to explain why they can’t see things his way.
Due to his passion, Lysandre is also very intelligent. Extensive research has broadened his knowledge greatly, and he knows a little bit about nearly everything. For the things he is particularly interested in, he could be considered an expert. He is particularly talented with maths, sciences, and logic, the subjects he spends the most time on. This intelligence also becomes cunning, which Lysandre applies to his need to manipulate people and words in order to make sure everything goes his way.
Despite his intelligence and passion, which may be considered very positive traits, Lysandre is a very angry person. He is easily frustrated, and his temper is not hard to boil. A slight deviance from his goals and beliefs could set him off. This anger has been building up over the course of his life, and has consumed so much of him that it’s no longer directed at a specific subject. Most of the time, however, his rage cannot be seen at the surface; he maintains a reasonable façade as much as possible, and does his best to keep his emotions under control, at least as far as onlookers are concerned.
Where Did You Come From?
Hometown: Lumiose CityBackground: Lysandre grew up in Lumiose City, which had always been a busy place. He could never be bored with so much to see and do, and he spent a great deal of his childhood exploring, when he wasn’t in school or studying. An adventurous child, he often got himself in sticky situations, but fortunately he was always clever enough to get himself out of trouble. His mother had liked a particular kind of flower found in Santalune Forest, and Lysandre often ventured there to collect them for her, returning home covered in dirt and scrapes. His mother would scold him for wandering so far, but the flowers made her smile, and that was the important part.
A lot of his childhood was also spent with his lifelong best friend, Augustine Sycamore. The two were largely inseparable, and Lysandre would often have to stand up for the quirky kid when bullies targeted him. They never really had many friends aside from each other, but it didn’t bother them at the time. Their similar interests kept them together through the years, and even their eventual careers were very similar, as they had both pursued scientific paths. They both wanted to make Kalos a better place for people and pokémon; they wanted to make a difference.
Lysandre became a scientist in adulthood, focusing on technology and other things to improve the lives of Kalos’ citizens. He invented a series of gadgets, his biggest success being the Holocaster, an advanced hologram communication device. He was praised for his work, and considered a genius by many. He had done something great, which is what he had always wanted to do, but he didn’t feel satisfied.
A seed had been growing in him for a long time, though he couldn’t tell you when it was planted. Maybe it was the bullies who attacked his friend, or just a passive observation of the world around him. This seed grew little by little as Lysandre grew older, building inside him a frustration he could not quell. He wasn’t happy with the world he was in; all he could see around him was selfishness, greed, negativity. The world was not the beautiful place he wanted it to be, and his work was not making it any better. The world was cruel and unjust, full of terrible people who thought only of themselves, even if it meant hurting the people around him. At first he thought it was just the bustling city, where people were in too much of a hurry to care about each other, but in his journeys across the region he found a similar theme wherever he went.
It disgusted him, and eventually, he gave up trying to find a way to fix what was wrong with the people of Kalos. He called it a lost cause, crumpled up any plans he had made, and threw them away. There was no point in trying to change the world to him anymore. Instead, Lysandre decided he would make his own personal world a better place. He would play the game everyone else did, and think only of himself and bettering himself. From this idea, Team Flare was birthed; an organization focused on greed and selfishness. Lysandre decided that if anyone wanted to be happy and successful, if they wanted to accomplish anything worthwhile, then there was no other way to go. He would fight fire with fire, except he would do it better.
He would bend the world to suit him, and gain control over as much as he could. No longer would he care about anyone else. Nobody would understand him, anyway, and he was better than everyone else, too. Under his influence, everything would have to be right, even if it was only right to him.
Behind The Scenes
Your name: Sparx
RP experience: 10 years
Why do you want this character?: Because I believe I can smooth out his canon storyline and make him a more compelling villain and human being, with a dynamic storyline and less ridiculous goals and traits.
What are your plans for this character?: I plan to make him a believable character with reasonable traits and progression of goals that make sense, as well as a villain with a motive that matches his team’s.
RP example: Oh, and she liked it. She liked everything he did to her. He knew. Every stroke of her thigh, his whisper in her ear, the kiss on her neck… Adrianna was trying hard to please Blake out of fear, but there was no doubt that she was also trying hard to not actually enjoy the attention she was getting. Had she been physical with anyone since he had last touched her? Had any other man had the luck to have her in his grasp? Apparently not. Adrianna was hungry for this sort of attention, and Blake was very willing to oblige, because he knew she hated it.
She was not being as good as she could be, though. Blake noticed as he looked toward her breasts again that they had shrunk in size. He glanced at her to inform her that he had noticed, and jabbed his thumbnail hard into her arm to send the message that he was not happy with this development. Though he did not particularly care how large her breasts were right now, the point was that she was deliberately trying to spite him, and that was simply not allowed. The jab and his eyes told her that she would be hearing about this later. And by hearing, he meant physical punishment of some sort. He would have to think about what kind when the time came. For now, she had been warned.
And then she informed him that she liked it rough in bed, not abuse. Blake arched a brow and chuckled at this. What was this tone she was using? “Abuse?” he repeated, still smiling in that threatening way. “I’d hardly call this abuse, love.” Knowing she had done wrong, Adrianna was quick to make up for it by assuring him that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she knew better. She even said that she missed him. Good girl… She was recovering quickly. It would save her.
“Of course you did,” he crooned, softening his grip just a little on her arm, but not enough that she could easily pull through. This time he kissed her on her jaw, just below her ear. She’d like that, and hate it. “And now that you’ve returned to me, you needn’t worry about losing me again, love. Now I won’t let you out of my sight…” It was more of a threat than a means of comfort. “I’d hate to be without my favorite girl.”
As much as Blake enjoyed playing with his toy, and was getting high off of the pleasure of watching her squirm in discomfort, he really found it better when he did not have to use so much force to keep his toys around. If she just listened, if she just did what she was told, she could have such a nice life… Blake would not mind spoiling her, allowing her some liberties, doing her some favors. But she had to please him first. She had to assure him that she deserved to be treated like a princess, and then he would find it worthwhile to actively try to keep her happy. It was a shame it was so difficult to make her realize this.
As he expected, Adrianna had not been up to much since her last saw her. She had only been doing what everyone else had been doing: collecting pokémon. How dull, how boring! Was there nothing else to do on this pathetic island? He supposed not, not for ordinary people, anyway. Such a shame, such a shame! Regardless, he knew what she would be doing now, now that he had found her again. She would be with him, pleasing him, and if she was lucky, if she was a good girl, he would please her, too. She just had to learn.
”Blake! Don’t do that here, we’re in public for Arceus’ sake,” said Adrianna frantically as Blake’s hand slid too far up her leg. He chuckled and moved his hand down a bit.
“We could always go somewhere a bit more private, love,” he whispered to her, giving her thigh a little squeeze. “It’s a casino, after all. There’s bound to be rooms to stay in… We could get one all to ourselves, and…catch up.” Blake smiled, still poking his nose around her neck and hair to catch that favorite smell of his. The smell he had picked out just for her. He was somewhat surprised that she still wore the scent. Perhaps she really had missed him more than she let herself believe. How adorable.
He slid his hand off her thigh and brushed his fingers along her side, moving up her neck to gently caress her cheek before twirling a strand of hair around his finger. Blake still had not released her arm, but he no longer held her in a death grip. If she tried to escape from him, if she made one wrong move, he was fast enough to catch her and make her sorry she had every tried. But he trusted her to know better. She was stupider than he thought if she didn’t know better.
“We could spend the night together, perhaps. The rooms are very lovely, I’m sure. Comfortable.” He continued to play with that strand of her hair, and as he did, he released her arm at last to gently place his arm around her middle. “We can show each other how much we missed each other. And perhaps, afterwards, you’d like to come home with me.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. Blake would be taking Adrianna with him to the Castle. Her skills would be useful for their cause, and besides, it would be very relaxing to have a female friend around.
He was being very gentle, very deliberate, with each of his actions and all of his words. Subtly he slid the thumb of his lower hand under her shirt to stroke her skin.
“I’ve been up to a lot while we’ve been separated, love. I even live in a castle now. How would you like that? You could be my princess.”
RP experience: 10 years
Why do you want this character?: Because I believe I can smooth out his canon storyline and make him a more compelling villain and human being, with a dynamic storyline and less ridiculous goals and traits.
What are your plans for this character?: I plan to make him a believable character with reasonable traits and progression of goals that make sense, as well as a villain with a motive that matches his team’s.
RP example: Oh, and she liked it. She liked everything he did to her. He knew. Every stroke of her thigh, his whisper in her ear, the kiss on her neck… Adrianna was trying hard to please Blake out of fear, but there was no doubt that she was also trying hard to not actually enjoy the attention she was getting. Had she been physical with anyone since he had last touched her? Had any other man had the luck to have her in his grasp? Apparently not. Adrianna was hungry for this sort of attention, and Blake was very willing to oblige, because he knew she hated it.
She was not being as good as she could be, though. Blake noticed as he looked toward her breasts again that they had shrunk in size. He glanced at her to inform her that he had noticed, and jabbed his thumbnail hard into her arm to send the message that he was not happy with this development. Though he did not particularly care how large her breasts were right now, the point was that she was deliberately trying to spite him, and that was simply not allowed. The jab and his eyes told her that she would be hearing about this later. And by hearing, he meant physical punishment of some sort. He would have to think about what kind when the time came. For now, she had been warned.
And then she informed him that she liked it rough in bed, not abuse. Blake arched a brow and chuckled at this. What was this tone she was using? “Abuse?” he repeated, still smiling in that threatening way. “I’d hardly call this abuse, love.” Knowing she had done wrong, Adrianna was quick to make up for it by assuring him that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she knew better. She even said that she missed him. Good girl… She was recovering quickly. It would save her.
“Of course you did,” he crooned, softening his grip just a little on her arm, but not enough that she could easily pull through. This time he kissed her on her jaw, just below her ear. She’d like that, and hate it. “And now that you’ve returned to me, you needn’t worry about losing me again, love. Now I won’t let you out of my sight…” It was more of a threat than a means of comfort. “I’d hate to be without my favorite girl.”
As much as Blake enjoyed playing with his toy, and was getting high off of the pleasure of watching her squirm in discomfort, he really found it better when he did not have to use so much force to keep his toys around. If she just listened, if she just did what she was told, she could have such a nice life… Blake would not mind spoiling her, allowing her some liberties, doing her some favors. But she had to please him first. She had to assure him that she deserved to be treated like a princess, and then he would find it worthwhile to actively try to keep her happy. It was a shame it was so difficult to make her realize this.
As he expected, Adrianna had not been up to much since her last saw her. She had only been doing what everyone else had been doing: collecting pokémon. How dull, how boring! Was there nothing else to do on this pathetic island? He supposed not, not for ordinary people, anyway. Such a shame, such a shame! Regardless, he knew what she would be doing now, now that he had found her again. She would be with him, pleasing him, and if she was lucky, if she was a good girl, he would please her, too. She just had to learn.
”Blake! Don’t do that here, we’re in public for Arceus’ sake,” said Adrianna frantically as Blake’s hand slid too far up her leg. He chuckled and moved his hand down a bit.
“We could always go somewhere a bit more private, love,” he whispered to her, giving her thigh a little squeeze. “It’s a casino, after all. There’s bound to be rooms to stay in… We could get one all to ourselves, and…catch up.” Blake smiled, still poking his nose around her neck and hair to catch that favorite smell of his. The smell he had picked out just for her. He was somewhat surprised that she still wore the scent. Perhaps she really had missed him more than she let herself believe. How adorable.
He slid his hand off her thigh and brushed his fingers along her side, moving up her neck to gently caress her cheek before twirling a strand of hair around his finger. Blake still had not released her arm, but he no longer held her in a death grip. If she tried to escape from him, if she made one wrong move, he was fast enough to catch her and make her sorry she had every tried. But he trusted her to know better. She was stupider than he thought if she didn’t know better.
“We could spend the night together, perhaps. The rooms are very lovely, I’m sure. Comfortable.” He continued to play with that strand of her hair, and as he did, he released her arm at last to gently place his arm around her middle. “We can show each other how much we missed each other. And perhaps, afterwards, you’d like to come home with me.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. Blake would be taking Adrianna with him to the Castle. Her skills would be useful for their cause, and besides, it would be very relaxing to have a female friend around.
He was being very gentle, very deliberate, with each of his actions and all of his words. Subtly he slid the thumb of his lower hand under her shirt to stroke her skin.
“I’ve been up to a lot while we’ve been separated, love. I even live in a castle now. How would you like that? You could be my princess.”
