(wip) BURKE, Lorcan Mephisto

[LORCAN MEPHISTO BURKE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #553333 solid; border-bottom: 10px #553333 solid;] BURKE, lorcan mephisto Townsperson this character is played by jen! PERSONAL INFORMATION NICKNAME: Some kid called him ‘porky-lorcky’ once. Once. AGE: Twenty-seven GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Greysexual. PLAYBY: Sebastian Michealis PERSONALITY INFORMATION POSITIVE: Alert Assertive Charismatic Dynamic Fearless Impartial Intelligent Poised Polite Resourceful Self-reliant Sensible NEGATIVE: Callous Cruel Deceptive Domineering Impatient Machiavellian Obstinate Perverse Possessive Quick-tempered Sadistic Self-indulgent Superstitious Unkind Vain Vengeful LIKES: Violas, Violins and Cellos. Tea drinking. Reading a good book. Classical music. The colour of blood. Piercing noises. Roses; their colours, scent and texture. Wine Beauty Causing hurt, physically and emotionally. Watching people’s reactions in undesirable situations. When people panic. Birds of prey. Venus fly traps. Suffering; it’s like a beautiful tragedy on the eyes. Being in control. DISLIKES: Uncleanliness. Misbehavior. Feeling overpowered. Receiving injuries, especially facial ones. ‘Cute’ animals. High-pitched, girlish laughter. Giggling. Having to wait for long periods of time. Being called a heartless sociopath (something he actually is) Disorder People who think they’re something special or great. Disrespect Losing. OTHER INFORMATION HISTORY: 21st November, 2010 Today is the eve of my birthday, my twenty-fifth to be exact. Tomorrow there will be no celebrations, no balloons and confetti, no friends, no family, no gifts bought at the last moment or overly sugared cake pumped with additives and false tidings. Tomorrow there will be police on my doorstep, tears and screaming, accusations, suspicious mutterings behind my back and a one-way ticket from this place. I’d like to leave it clear as of now than I’m not running away; I’m just moving on. I’m done with this place and I’m prepared to continue on with the crooked path life is paving out for me. Here I may be surrounded by all the people I’ve known since birth and supposedly love but… that’s the point for my flight. It’s suffocating and oppressive, like thick, swathes of itchy material binding my joints, my face, nose and mouth; it’s limiting me greatly. I believe I mentioned in my last entry that a local kid just so happened to disappear. As much as it’d please me (or not) to say he’s alive and kicking, I’m afraid I can’t. They recovered his corpse from the lake last night, just before supper. Our meal was tinged with the news and it was as if the scent of death actually impregnated our house and petty dinner conversation. It was heady and thick in the air, like a stench you can’t shake from your linen or clothes. It lingered; invisible yet clear as day. FEARS: Death Earwigs getting into his ear. Being buried alive Feeling attracted to someone Black magic. HOBBIES: Hurting people Playing games with his friends Playing violin Wine tasting Watching people go about their lives. Cooking Playing darts with human targets by rimy ♥ of btn!