HOME | DD

Description

R.I.P.
† Aless Underwood †October 18,1873 - January 2, 1896
"How's a trip down mem'ry lane?"

Formalities


         | "Morpheus" | 23 y/o | 185 cm | 71 kg | Male | English |
        | Illusionist | Conjures images through emotional ties | In the tent |

  An ebony violin, a treasure that sums up all of his adventures as a thieving shadow in the mist of England's streets in a gorgeous ebony casing with gut strings that hum with rich notes and flairs. He holds the antique close to his heart as it reminds him of the dear time where he had swiped such a thing of beauty from the room of a sleeping nobleman. The old emotions of wishing to entertain his family spurring him on to undertake such a task in the first place. Of course the beginning noises were but sour wails and unforgiving screeches, but after years of mindlessly plucking the strings and experimenting, at last came the beginnings to a song that carried a mediocre melody.

And even today, his violin still serves him well. With his rebirth came a new found ability to somehow tap into his audience's heads and conjure illusions according to their emotions and memory. Scenes and dreams are channeled through his violin and the feelings of his audience. The stronger and more heartfelt the emotions, the more spectacular the magic, though the more bitter and resentful the feelings, the darker the vision.


Mannerisms

| Arrogant | Extroverted| Secretive | Dishonest | Insecure | Cheerful | Stubborn | Amicable | Impulsive | Charming |
  Aless loves to mingle with his fellow performers, quite the shameless flirt even. His swagger speaks for him most of the time as opposed to his head, a bunch of wise cracks and ill-timed winks all rolled up into one hot mess. He hates being alone and tend to flock to crowds and other performers, sociable and easy to befriend. Confident in his skills as a performer and his skill as a person, (and he has just so many, thank you very much), though he is easily provoked when people make a jab at his expense. He does not take criticism well and returns any insult twice-fold, hotheaded and quick to start a fight. Though he was never one to hold a grudge for long and has always been a proponent of forgiving and forgetting. Though behind the personable character, Aless dismisses any of his personal struggle, preferring to bottle his emotions and troubles to himself. This can often lead to compulsive lying if someone bothers asking about his (ugh) feelings, always finding a way to change the topic into something else. Beneath the pompous exterior lies something more quiet, careful, and unsure; he lives in his past, with his lost lover and his forgotten family. And yes, while being alone is terrifying to him, and though bonds are well and fine, (what other excuse could he have to listen to his voice?), relationships always were scary and frightful things. Someone always gets too close too quickly and poof, off they go. But he's learned not to expect too much, and that's enough for him.

  +| Performing | Praise | Stories | Music | Toffee | Expensive-looking shit | Talking about his family |
  - | criticism | Being Alone | Uptight people | Being one-upped | silence | Being around sick people | Industrial sites |

Past Life

   Dumped in a second-rate orphanage in London England, Aless hadn't a clue as to who his parents were, the only recollection he had of either of them was a flash of gold spun hair, and the faint warmth of a hand cupping his cheek. He harbored resentment for the two figures that were suppose to care for him, but resentment turned into apathy, or that was what he told himself in the very least. He took comfort in his own made up lullabies and nursed his wounds with makeshift bandages and kisses. He grew restless, apprehensive as adults came and went, window shopping for a child. Growing older, the chances of him finding a family seemed bleak, and took matters into his own hands. As he pushed open the back window of the orphanage, the night wind cut his cheeks. And as he stole away into the night, it was the first time he had ever felt free.
He took an a trade of stealing, 'slight of hand' as he liked to call it. And he had become quite good at it, to the point where he had no trouble eating every night and getting a change of clothes every now and then. And somehow, he picked up other mouths to feed. One become two, and two became four, and four soon became a family. It grew as the years went by, and his lads and lasses had become into a savvy little bunch of bandits, their home in the outskirts of town. And within this family, Aless had fallen to his knees for a red-haired girl named Elizabeth. She spat fire from her tongue and was quick on her feet, she had her heart or her sleeve and Aless strung around her finger. It wasn't long until a run-down church was full of charming thieves and a bride walking down an aisle of creaky floorboards that led to Aless.

  But all those years of thievery and notoriety was bound to catch up to him. He had taken from the wrong person, and It was a fateful winter's evening was Aless had finally found himself gasping and wheezing, a hole in his side and a steady pool of blood turning the snow red. He clutched at his side, death around the corner as his eyes were slipping shut. He caught sight of a crooked grin, before his hands reached outwards. Without skipping a beat, he felt a grip tight as steel yank him from the depths of nothingness and into a blinding light.

Trivia

Currently learning how to read and write. Lately he trying to read simple books and stories, but his handwriting is still mediocre.
Has a very heavy cockney accent.
Performances driven by negative feelings take a lot out of him more
Really superstitious
Still wears his wedding ring
When he practices alone, usually it involves memories of him and Elizabeth, he hates people walking in on that

RP Methods !

   I'm more so active on skype if anything ! hmu CrazyMadHatterXP it's a super old username kjefrsk. I'm p open to any sort of rp, lit, script, headcanoning is an A-okay for me!

Description

R.I.P.
† Aless Underwood †October 18,1873 - January 2, 1896
"How's a trip down mem'ry lane?"

Formalities


         | "Morpheus" | 23 y/o | 185 cm | 71 kg | Male | English |
        | Illusionist | Conjures images through emotional ties | In the tent |

  An ebony violin, a treasure that sums up all of his adventures as a thieving shadow in the mist of England's streets in a gorgeous ebony casing with gut strings that hum with rich notes and flairs. He holds the antique close to his heart as it reminds him of the dear time where he had swiped such a thing of beauty from the room of a sleeping nobleman. The old emotions of wishing to entertain his family spurring him on to undertake such a task in the first place. Of course the beginning noises were but sour wails and unforgiving screeches, but after years of mindlessly plucking the strings and experimenting, at last came the beginnings to a song that carried a mediocre melody.

And even today, his violin still serves him well. With his rebirth came a new found ability to somehow tap into his audience's heads and conjure illusions according to their emotions and memory. Scenes and dreams are channeled through his violin and the feelings of his audience. The stronger and more heartfelt the emotions, the more spectacular the magic, though the more bitter and resentful the feelings, the darker the vision.


Mannerisms

| Arrogant | Extroverted| Secretive | Dishonest | Insecure | Cheerful | Stubborn | Amicable | Impulsive | Charming |
  Aless loves to mingle with his fellow performers, quite the shameless flirt even. His swagger speaks for him most of the time as opposed to his head, a bunch of wise cracks and ill-timed winks all rolled up into one hot mess. He hates being alone and tend to flock to crowds and other performers, sociable and easy to befriend. Confident in his skills as a performer and his skill as a person, (and he has just so many, thank you very much), though he is easily provoked when people make a jab at his expense. He does not take criticism well and returns any insult twice-fold, hotheaded and quick to start a fight. Though he was never one to hold a grudge for long and has always been a proponent of forgiving and forgetting. Though behind the personable character, Aless dismisses any of his personal struggle, preferring to bottle his emotions and troubles to himself. This can often lead to compulsive lying if someone bothers asking about his (ugh) feelings, always finding a way to change the topic into something else. Beneath the pompous exterior lies something more quiet, careful, and unsure; he lives in his past, with his lost lover and his forgotten family. And yes, while being alone is terrifying to him, and though bonds are well and fine, (what other excuse could he have to listen to his voice?), relationships always were scary and frightful things. Someone always gets too close too quickly and poof, off they go. But he's learned not to expect too much, and that's enough for him.

  +| Performing | Praise | Stories | Music | Toffee | Expensive-looking shit | Talking about his family |
  - | criticism | Being Alone | Uptight people | Being one-upped | silence | Being around sick people | Industrial sites |

Past Life

   Dumped in a second-rate orphanage in London England, Aless hadn't a clue as to who his parents were, the only recollection he had of either of them was a flash of gold spun hair, and the faint warmth of a hand cupping his cheek. He harbored resentment for the two figures that were suppose to care for him, but resentment turned into apathy, or that was what he told himself in the very least. He took comfort in his own made up lullabies and nursed his wounds with makeshift bandages and kisses. He grew restless, apprehensive as adults came and went, window shopping for a child. Growing older, the chances of him finding a family seemed bleak, and took matters into his own hands. As he pushed open the back window of the orphanage, the night wind cut his cheeks. And as he stole away into the night, it was the first time he had ever felt free.
He took an a trade of stealing, 'slight of hand' as he liked to call it. And he had become quite good at it, to the point where he had no trouble eating every night and getting a change of clothes every now and then. And somehow, he picked up other mouths to feed. One become two, and two became four, and four soon became a family. It grew as the years went by, and his lads and lasses had become into a savvy little bunch of bandits, their home in the outskirts of town. And within this family, Aless had fallen to his knees for a red-haired girl named Elizabeth. She spat fire from her tongue and was quick on her feet, she had her heart or her sleeve and Aless strung around her finger. It wasn't long until a run-down church was full of charming thieves and a bride walking down an aisle of creaky floorboards that led to Aless.

  But all those years of thievery and notoriety was bound to catch up to him. He had taken from the wrong person, and It was a fateful winter's evening was Aless had finally found himself gasping and wheezing, a hole in his side and a steady pool of blood turning the snow red. He clutched at his side, death around the corner as his eyes were slipping shut. He caught sight of a crooked grin, before his hands reached outwards. Without skipping a beat, he felt a grip tight as steel yank him from the depths of nothingness and into a blinding light.

Trivia

Currently learning how to read and write. Lately he trying to read simple books and stories, but his handwriting is still mediocre.
Has a very heavy cockney accent.
Performances driven by negative feelings take a lot out of him more
Really superstitious
Still wears his wedding ring
When he practices alone, usually it involves memories of him and Elizabeth, he hates people walking in on that

RP Methods !

   I'm more so active on skype if anything ! hmu CrazyMadHatterXP it's a super old username kjefrsk. I'm p open to any sort of rp, lit, script, headcanoning is an A-okay for me!