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Not Drawn to Scale
Lyell Shannon:
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationships: None
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Height & Weight: 5'7", 134lbs
Body Type: Muscular, while retaining a thin, aerodynamic look
Eye Color: Silver, with grey specks
Hair Color: White, with grayish black roots
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Academy: Esprit
Year: Third
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Spirit Power: Truth & Triumph
SP Description: Two thin, light red tendrils shoot from Lyell's lower back, pointed at the tips, with a flowing, blood-like texture on them, though it's very much solid, and for the most part, brittle. They act as extra limbs almost, used for thrusting, giving extra boosts when needed, or deflecting hits. They are connected to his nervous system, meaning that he feels pain in them, and in many ways the pain is amplified when compared to normal limbs. When they release, Lyell loses some control and thought, his pupils turning a light red color, matching the tendrils in every way.
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Personality: Calm, collected, and secluded, Lyell isn't a particularly social person. He's often found nose-deep in a novel, or training on campus. Despite how he may come across, he can actually be a very sweet, caring, and funny friend, when you go through the trouble of befriending him, that is. He's often caught eavesdropping on private conversations whenever possible, and writing down what's said in a tattered pocket-journal, summarized in bullet-points, just because. To him, no information his bad information, so learning someone else's is key. Know your enemy, he says, as if everyone has potential to be a rival one day.
History & Reputation: There's no summarizing his life in a paragraph, hell, you'd need pages upon pages, and that's being conservative. Long story short, he had a decent life, up until he was 10. That's when he started training. He got addicted quick, and hasn't dropped it sense. Whether it's mental, through reading and writing, or physical, through rigorous training and meditating cycles, he never gives himself a break. His hair used to be jet black, before he began training. The constant stress.. It got to him, mentally and physically. There's little chance he'll ever go back to the way he used to be.
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Likes: A good romance novel ((Though he'll kill you if you find out)), a nice warm bath every now and then, and silcence. And, any food that's absolutely junk for you. It's a habit.
Strengths: Staying calm, staying focused, and staying on task.
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Dislikes: The cold, and everything associated with it, people who can't take care of themselves, and the upperclass.
Weaknesses: He's very, very sensitive when it comes to insults, often taking the littlest things to heart. He also has trouble dealing with anything sexually or romantically explicit, often blushing and stuttering for hours after any experience with anything of the sort.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationships: None
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Height & Weight: 5'7", 134lbs
Body Type: Muscular, while retaining a thin, aerodynamic look
Eye Color: Silver, with grey specks
Hair Color: White, with grayish black roots
~~~
Academy: Esprit
Year: Third
~~~
Spirit Power: Truth & Triumph
SP Description: Two thin, light red tendrils shoot from Lyell's lower back, pointed at the tips, with a flowing, blood-like texture on them, though it's very much solid, and for the most part, brittle. They act as extra limbs almost, used for thrusting, giving extra boosts when needed, or deflecting hits. They are connected to his nervous system, meaning that he feels pain in them, and in many ways the pain is amplified when compared to normal limbs. When they release, Lyell loses some control and thought, his pupils turning a light red color, matching the tendrils in every way.
~~~
Personality: Calm, collected, and secluded, Lyell isn't a particularly social person. He's often found nose-deep in a novel, or training on campus. Despite how he may come across, he can actually be a very sweet, caring, and funny friend, when you go through the trouble of befriending him, that is. He's often caught eavesdropping on private conversations whenever possible, and writing down what's said in a tattered pocket-journal, summarized in bullet-points, just because. To him, no information his bad information, so learning someone else's is key. Know your enemy, he says, as if everyone has potential to be a rival one day.
History & Reputation: There's no summarizing his life in a paragraph, hell, you'd need pages upon pages, and that's being conservative. Long story short, he had a decent life, up until he was 10. That's when he started training. He got addicted quick, and hasn't dropped it sense. Whether it's mental, through reading and writing, or physical, through rigorous training and meditating cycles, he never gives himself a break. His hair used to be jet black, before he began training. The constant stress.. It got to him, mentally and physically. There's little chance he'll ever go back to the way he used to be.
~~~
Likes: A good romance novel ((Though he'll kill you if you find out)), a nice warm bath every now and then, and silcence. And, any food that's absolutely junk for you. It's a habit.
Strengths: Staying calm, staying focused, and staying on task.
~~~
Dislikes: The cold, and everything associated with it, people who can't take care of themselves, and the upperclass.
Weaknesses: He's very, very sensitive when it comes to insults, often taking the littlest things to heart. He also has trouble dealing with anything sexually or romantically explicit, often blushing and stuttering for hours after any experience with anything of the sort.
