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Name: Jade
Age: 20s~ bb
AIM: survivenakedeyes
MSN: n/a
Y!M: n/a
E-MAIL: jackismightier@gmail.com
IC Information:
Name: Lucas Lee
Fandom: Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World
Timeline: Immediately after his "death"--he doesn't know what happened to the other people in his world post-death, though.
Age: 24
Appearance: Lucas is a big guy--around 6'3" with a very muscular build--dark brown, almost black hair, blue eyes and a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow (for the sake of badassery). His style is as effortless as it can be when you have two personal stylists and three personal shoppers. Typically, he prefers to wear boot cut dark jeans and a (way too tight and overpriced) t-shirt with a motorcycle jacket and leather boots. Not really an accessories kind of guy, but he does wear a red leather wrist cuff that's been with him since high school. Also, he buys his t-shirts one size too small to accentuate his arms. That's just the kind of guy he is. Lucas makes a serious effort to stay in shape--you have to, when you're an internationally recognized movie star. Photo references are here (comics) and here (movie).
Abilities: Being super tough and cool.
No really, that's pretty much it.
The guy's a pro-skateboarder turned world famous action star. He excels at being strong, acting, being way cooler than you and lying (AKA acting for non-famous people). Lucas has no actual super powers (and is the only member of the League that doesn't have some kind of special ability, actually).
Personality: Lucas Lee is kind of an asshole. And by "kind of," I mean "seriously."
Lucas is the typical rich, young and famous Hollywood star, in a sense. He's apathetically cool, dismissive, arrogant, a bit of an airhead, and he doesn't just think he's better than you--he knows he's better than you.
But all of that being said--Lucas is a nice guy trying his damnedest to be a bad guy. He's an introvert stuck in an extrovert's body. Lucas realized a very long time ago that playing a role wasn't something you could only do on a stage...and has been displaying a personality of his own construct since his senior year of high school. The personality of someone who succeeds, of a winner. Of a perfect fucking asshole.
History: Let's take a trip in the way-back machine real quick: Lucas was your typical, lower-middle class kid. When Lucas was six years old, his Dad got caught up in an elaborate affair and then left them with the other woman. Since then, Lucas was the unofficial "man of the house," his Father only visiting once or twice every couple of years, and usually to try and convince his Mother to get back together with him in an attempt to swindle her out of money. His Dad is a piece of shit, and Lucas knows it. He despises him. When Lucas achieved success as a pro skateboarder--right before his first movie hit theaters--his PR agent informed him that someone claiming to be his Father wouldn't stop calling and requesting a meeting. Lucas expected that his Dad was just trying to capitalize on his fame and get money, but a part of him hoped that wasn't the case.
It was.
Lucas's life outside of home wasn't much better, if not worse. Lucas was a greasy-haired, unpopular, skinny and painfully shy kid who could barely work up the courage to speak to anyone else, let alone make friends. He was picked on incessantly, so his solution was to just keep to himself, and if it wasn't for the school plays that he was always in, his peers might have believed him to be mute. He spent most of his time skipping class and skateboarding around town. His first real crush (and really, his first friend) was a girl named Ramona Flowers. It was their freshman year of high school. Girls were like an alien race to him, but none of them ever talked to him anyways...so he was okay. Lucas was more than fine with pining for them from afar.
Until her.
Ramona was gorgeous, mouthy, independent--and had a reputation at their school for being a scrappy trouble-starter. He was terrified to even think about speaking to her. But one day, Lucas was skipping class to skate and smoke in the parking lot behind the school (something he did a lot, actually) and suddenly she was there. She was playing hookie too, and she actually spoke to him. She complimented his skateboarding and then asked him for a cigarette.
And just like that, he became absolutely enamored with her. He knew that Ramona was far, far too cool for someone as low on the high school totem pole as he was, but he just couldn't help himself--his eyes were always searching the halls for her, his brain was always daydreaming about what she was doing, imagining her going with him to skate parks and seeing Bad Brains or Stiff Little Fingers shows and painting her on the deck of his board (...he never actually DID that, thankfully). He asked her out 96 times before she finally agreed to it.
They dated for a shortish period of time--only a few months. And it ended when Ramona cheated on him with Todd Ingram, a popular, pretty boy who she then dated and continued to date for the remainder of high school. Todd was the polar opposite of Lucas. It tore Lucas apart...not just that Ramona chose someone like Todd over him, but that everyone did. He devoted even more of his time to skateboarding and got more involved in theater--because he realized that pretending to be someone else was something that he not only was good at, but that he enjoyed. In theater, he could pretend that he was someone people admired, someone that girls liked, someone that had friends, someone that had money, someone who didn't have to worry about if his classmates could tell that his entire wardrobe was from Salvation Army, someone who could laugh as if he didn't have a care in the world...someone that he so desperately wanted to be in real life. Eventually he realized that he could play a role all the time...that he could become that person. And that's still what he's doing to this day.
But his work has paid off. Lucas jumped into the pro-skateboarding circuit at the end of his senior year of high school and gained popularity and fame quickly for his attitude, his good looks and his fearless attempts at tricks. He was "discovered" by Hollywood after his sponsors started hiring him for their ad campaigns and commercials, and has since become one of the biggest action stars in the world, with such classics as "Action Doctor," "The Game Is Over 1 & 2," "Thrilled To Be Here," and--his first delve into drama--"Let's Hope There's a Heaven."
So sure, nobody really knows him, and he doesn't have any real friends, and forming actual, genuine, healthy relationships with other people is damn near impossible for him--but Lucas Lee is happy, ok? And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Roleplay Sample - Log:
"Cut!"
You would think that exclamation would have come from the director--but you'd be wrong. It came from the actor in the shot--from Lucas Lee.
No one questioned him, because everybody knew better. The director repeated Lucas's instruction and then told everyone to take five. In the short time it took Lucas to walk over to the table with coffee and refreshments, he had been complimented on his last performance a total of six times.
He raised an eyebrow at no one in particular. Last break, it was seven.
Lucas was a master of separating his outward persona from his inner thoughts, and he utilized this tactic at the moment to make friendly conversation with his female co-star (who was still a few months away from even being 18, heh) while his mind was focused on something different entirely: Pilgrim.
Well, to be more accurate: Flowers. He knew he was next in line to fight the new boyfriend, but it's not like he had the time to find the little twerp--so he was just banking on the fact that the twerp would find him.
He took the break to sit on a bench in the park they were shooting in, having a cigarette and reading through his lines. Would Ramona be impressed when she saw him? He figured she'd have to be. She'd totally regret her decision and maybe even flirt with him, and he'd laugh while he turned her down.
A bit later, when he was speaking to Pilgrim and his friends, he realized that he shouldn't be surprised that Ramona didn't even bother to show up with them.
She was just lame-ass Ramona fucking Flowers, after all.
Roleplay Sample - Journal:
[Lucas Lee comes to and jumps up as quick as his injured body will allow, hands in the air.] I'm ok!!
[And then immediately falls to a knee, cradling one arm, but looking around for the audience that isn't there. He'd just attempted a suicidal rail grind that should have ended in a much more serious fall--but for some reason, he was...mostly alright. Scraped up and maybe a sprained wrist, but not horrible.] Uh...I'm ok? [He sweeps the room with his eyes and sees a phone--not his phone--but a phone none the less. He slowly makes his way over to it, glowering, and notices the video feed is on.]
Yeah, hi. Okay, first off? If this is a hospital, I'm fine. Second off, if this is a police station--maybe you didn't notice? But I'm Lucas Lee. So. [He grimaces in pain as he switches to a seated position, rubbing his forehead.]
And third--I swear to God, if I don't get a coffee, two sugars, and my iPhone within the next 10 minutes I am gonna lose it.
[He glares into the camera. Lucas is a celebrity, ok? He doesn't have time for whatever the hell this is--but if he needed to have a Lohan-grade meltdown, then dammit, he would do it.]
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. If Lucas can't bring his cigarettes, there are going to be baby-fits of MASSIVE PROPORTIONS. FYI. Haha.
Name: Jade
Age: 20s~ bb
AIM: survivenakedeyes
MSN: n/a
Y!M: n/a
E-MAIL: jackismightier@gmail.com
IC Information:
Name: Lucas Lee
Fandom: Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World
Timeline: Immediately after his "death"--he doesn't know what happened to the other people in his world post-death, though.
Age: 24
Appearance: Lucas is a big guy--around 6'3" with a very muscular build--dark brown, almost black hair, blue eyes and a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow (for the sake of badassery). His style is as effortless as it can be when you have two personal stylists and three personal shoppers. Typically, he prefers to wear boot cut dark jeans and a (way too tight and overpriced) t-shirt with a motorcycle jacket and leather boots. Not really an accessories kind of guy, but he does wear a red leather wrist cuff that's been with him since high school. Also, he buys his t-shirts one size too small to accentuate his arms. That's just the kind of guy he is. Lucas makes a serious effort to stay in shape--you have to, when you're an internationally recognized movie star. Photo references are here (comics) and here (movie).
Abilities: Being super tough and cool.
No really, that's pretty much it.
The guy's a pro-skateboarder turned world famous action star. He excels at being strong, acting, being way cooler than you and lying (AKA acting for non-famous people). Lucas has no actual super powers (and is the only member of the League that doesn't have some kind of special ability, actually).
Personality: Lucas Lee is kind of an asshole. And by "kind of," I mean "seriously."
Lucas is the typical rich, young and famous Hollywood star, in a sense. He's apathetically cool, dismissive, arrogant, a bit of an airhead, and he doesn't just think he's better than you--he knows he's better than you.
But all of that being said--Lucas is a nice guy trying his damnedest to be a bad guy. He's an introvert stuck in an extrovert's body. Lucas realized a very long time ago that playing a role wasn't something you could only do on a stage...and has been displaying a personality of his own construct since his senior year of high school. The personality of someone who succeeds, of a winner. Of a perfect fucking asshole.
History: Let's take a trip in the way-back machine real quick: Lucas was your typical, lower-middle class kid. When Lucas was six years old, his Dad got caught up in an elaborate affair and then left them with the other woman. Since then, Lucas was the unofficial "man of the house," his Father only visiting once or twice every couple of years, and usually to try and convince his Mother to get back together with him in an attempt to swindle her out of money. His Dad is a piece of shit, and Lucas knows it. He despises him. When Lucas achieved success as a pro skateboarder--right before his first movie hit theaters--his PR agent informed him that someone claiming to be his Father wouldn't stop calling and requesting a meeting. Lucas expected that his Dad was just trying to capitalize on his fame and get money, but a part of him hoped that wasn't the case.
It was.
Lucas's life outside of home wasn't much better, if not worse. Lucas was a greasy-haired, unpopular, skinny and painfully shy kid who could barely work up the courage to speak to anyone else, let alone make friends. He was picked on incessantly, so his solution was to just keep to himself, and if it wasn't for the school plays that he was always in, his peers might have believed him to be mute. He spent most of his time skipping class and skateboarding around town. His first real crush (and really, his first friend) was a girl named Ramona Flowers. It was their freshman year of high school. Girls were like an alien race to him, but none of them ever talked to him anyways...so he was okay. Lucas was more than fine with pining for them from afar.
Until her.
Ramona was gorgeous, mouthy, independent--and had a reputation at their school for being a scrappy trouble-starter. He was terrified to even think about speaking to her. But one day, Lucas was skipping class to skate and smoke in the parking lot behind the school (something he did a lot, actually) and suddenly she was there. She was playing hookie too, and she actually spoke to him. She complimented his skateboarding and then asked him for a cigarette.
And just like that, he became absolutely enamored with her. He knew that Ramona was far, far too cool for someone as low on the high school totem pole as he was, but he just couldn't help himself--his eyes were always searching the halls for her, his brain was always daydreaming about what she was doing, imagining her going with him to skate parks and seeing Bad Brains or Stiff Little Fingers shows and painting her on the deck of his board (...he never actually DID that, thankfully). He asked her out 96 times before she finally agreed to it.
They dated for a shortish period of time--only a few months. And it ended when Ramona cheated on him with Todd Ingram, a popular, pretty boy who she then dated and continued to date for the remainder of high school. Todd was the polar opposite of Lucas. It tore Lucas apart...not just that Ramona chose someone like Todd over him, but that everyone did. He devoted even more of his time to skateboarding and got more involved in theater--because he realized that pretending to be someone else was something that he not only was good at, but that he enjoyed. In theater, he could pretend that he was someone people admired, someone that girls liked, someone that had friends, someone that had money, someone who didn't have to worry about if his classmates could tell that his entire wardrobe was from Salvation Army, someone who could laugh as if he didn't have a care in the world...someone that he so desperately wanted to be in real life. Eventually he realized that he could play a role all the time...that he could become that person. And that's still what he's doing to this day.
But his work has paid off. Lucas jumped into the pro-skateboarding circuit at the end of his senior year of high school and gained popularity and fame quickly for his attitude, his good looks and his fearless attempts at tricks. He was "discovered" by Hollywood after his sponsors started hiring him for their ad campaigns and commercials, and has since become one of the biggest action stars in the world, with such classics as "Action Doctor," "The Game Is Over 1 & 2," "Thrilled To Be Here," and--his first delve into drama--"Let's Hope There's a Heaven."
So sure, nobody really knows him, and he doesn't have any real friends, and forming actual, genuine, healthy relationships with other people is damn near impossible for him--but Lucas Lee is happy, ok? And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Roleplay Sample - Log:
"Cut!"
You would think that exclamation would have come from the director--but you'd be wrong. It came from the actor in the shot--from Lucas Lee.
No one questioned him, because everybody knew better. The director repeated Lucas's instruction and then told everyone to take five. In the short time it took Lucas to walk over to the table with coffee and refreshments, he had been complimented on his last performance a total of six times.
He raised an eyebrow at no one in particular. Last break, it was seven.
Lucas was a master of separating his outward persona from his inner thoughts, and he utilized this tactic at the moment to make friendly conversation with his female co-star (who was still a few months away from even being 18, heh) while his mind was focused on something different entirely: Pilgrim.
Well, to be more accurate: Flowers. He knew he was next in line to fight the new boyfriend, but it's not like he had the time to find the little twerp--so he was just banking on the fact that the twerp would find him.
He took the break to sit on a bench in the park they were shooting in, having a cigarette and reading through his lines. Would Ramona be impressed when she saw him? He figured she'd have to be. She'd totally regret her decision and maybe even flirt with him, and he'd laugh while he turned her down.
A bit later, when he was speaking to Pilgrim and his friends, he realized that he shouldn't be surprised that Ramona didn't even bother to show up with them.
She was just lame-ass Ramona fucking Flowers, after all.
Roleplay Sample - Journal:
[Lucas Lee comes to and jumps up as quick as his injured body will allow, hands in the air.] I'm ok!!
[And then immediately falls to a knee, cradling one arm, but looking around for the audience that isn't there. He'd just attempted a suicidal rail grind that should have ended in a much more serious fall--but for some reason, he was...mostly alright. Scraped up and maybe a sprained wrist, but not horrible.] Uh...I'm ok? [He sweeps the room with his eyes and sees a phone--not his phone--but a phone none the less. He slowly makes his way over to it, glowering, and notices the video feed is on.]
Yeah, hi. Okay, first off? If this is a hospital, I'm fine. Second off, if this is a police station--maybe you didn't notice? But I'm Lucas Lee. So. [He grimaces in pain as he switches to a seated position, rubbing his forehead.]
And third--I swear to God, if I don't get a coffee, two sugars, and my iPhone within the next 10 minutes I am gonna lose it.
[He glares into the camera. Lucas is a celebrity, ok? He doesn't have time for whatever the hell this is--but if he needed to have a Lohan-grade meltdown, then dammit, he would do it.]
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. If Lucas can't bring his cigarettes, there are going to be baby-fits of MASSIVE PROPORTIONS. FYI. Haha.
