Name: Lars "Spock" Brocket
Age: 27 years old
Height: 5"11 (and a half)
Weight and Body Type: 195 lbs., fit, but not athletic. He is pretty broad-shouldered and looks to have a solid build.
Hair color: Chestnut brown
Eye color: Hazel
Hair Style: His hair is a bit messy and stands up on end without gel, but it still looks fairly stylish
Facial Hair: 5 o'clock shadow
Tattoos/Markings: On his left hand, there is a colored tattoo of a thorny rose with an abundance of wild and evil-looking symbols surrounding it. The tattoo starts at his index finger-knuckle, and blooms upward to his forearm. His other tattoo isn't really a tattoo; they are mysterious dark blue markings completely encompassing his back, from his shoulders to his waist. He does not know how he got them or what they mean, as they are but big swirls all around, all he knows is that he woke up with them on his back during a trip to Japan.
Facial Features: A generally good-looking guy with a broad forehead and a defined chin with a dimple. He looks rugged, but is very approachable
{Clothing}
Lars can usually be found wearing a white button-up shirt with some grey designs on the shoulders and left breast area and a black, leather jacket on top of that. Down low are dark, nearly black, fitted jeans and a pair of pointed, black boots. Other than his normal outfit, he can sometimes be seen wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with the top unzipped, showing a wife beater underneath.
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Lars Brocket
"Keep talking, I like watching your lips move..."
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Main Street
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by xTheSmokex
Description
Personality
-fairly approachable
-tries to keep his nose clean (for the most part)
-he is a people person
-a quick thinker and a rather clever individual at times
-he is a huge flirt, and will try to get with any woman he wants at that point
-Lars is deceptive and will do anything to get what he wants
-he can be manipulative at times
-his intentions are not always the most pure, some even very evil
-this doesn't mean that he isn't a good flatterer though
-has a hypnotic smile that can usually win most over instantly
-he is shallow, but when he thinks of others, he can be quite giving, generous, and thoughtful
Equipment
{Tangible}
-an expensive multipurpose tool in his pocket
-a very expensive silver watch on his left wrist (sometimes)
-a wallet with (maybe) as much as twenty bucks as well as various coins from different currencies
{Abilities}
Since his trip to Japan a year ago, Lars can create, evolve, shape, and overall control the heated force of lightning. This ability seems to be hit or miss however; sometimes it comes out at command, and sometimes he can't do it for days. He is beginning to actively search for a way to harness his ability as well as find the most beautiful woman in the world to sleep with, and maybe get rich along the way.
So far, even when he can control it, it is rather weak, and he gets tired quickly. Lars is looking for a trainer as well to help him accomplish his ultimate goal: become a Lightning God.
History
Lars Brocket was born to an alcoholic mother and a meek, deadbeat father - so really the streets of New York are what formed what he is today. He can have a gentle touch with the ladies one moment, and then be starting bar fights next door in a flash. There was nothing remarkable about his life at all, and when his mother finally died from a destroyed liver and his dad up and left, he decided that he would become a pleasure seeker - and that's just what he did. So at age 27, for nine years, he has simply traveled the Multiverse, enjoying the pleasures of the physical world, especially the bodily ones. He has worked for, scavenged, and stolen any money possible to get by in his crazy way of life.
A year ago, in a trippy visit to Japan, he encountered a roofie-derivative, the likes of which he had never experienced before, and when he woke up, he found the permanent dark blue swirls that completely cover his back. Since then, he has been able to conduct lightning. It started out small at first, a little spark here, a flash there. But as time passed, his unreliable ability, when it was there, grew stronger. He is now currently seeking a trainer who will teach him to 1) harness his ability, and 2) teach him some martial arts, as he really only knows how to brawl.
So begins...
Lars Brocket's Story
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Lars walked down with a contented and boyishly charming grin down the stairs and into the main bar area. His hazel eyes tossed to and fro, getting a quick read on all of the patrons, looking for any kind of tip on a table or the bar that hadn't been picked up by the waiter yet. He wore his stylish leather jacket and white button-up shirt with confidence, his fitted dark jeans didn't look too bad on him either.
He looked like he was ready for a date, his messy chestnut hair slightly combed, and his 5 o'clock stubble manicured ever so slightly. Instead of jumping next to a fair lass and getting to the nitty-gritty right quick, he decided to take a seat at the bar.
"How ya doin'?" he asked the bartender with a smile and a nod. His voice was rather quiet, and sort of raspy, but in more of a seductive tone than anything, "Yeah, I'll have a scotch, on the rocks. Three, if we're counting, thanks." And with that, he took another look around. He loved this bar and usually everyone in it, it was his kind of place.
He looked like he was ready for a date, his messy chestnut hair slightly combed, and his 5 o'clock stubble manicured ever so slightly. Instead of jumping next to a fair lass and getting to the nitty-gritty right quick, he decided to take a seat at the bar.
"How ya doin'?" he asked the bartender with a smile and a nod. His voice was rather quiet, and sort of raspy, but in more of a seductive tone than anything, "Yeah, I'll have a scotch, on the rocks. Three, if we're counting, thanks." And with that, he took another look around. He loved this bar and usually everyone in it, it was his kind of place.
"Thank you, partner," Lars said as he was handed his drink. He took out his wallet and began to leaf through the small confines of the currency-holder, looking for a relative money type. Just as he found the right kind (just barely enough), the nearby lady flipped a coin to the bartender.
He smiled his sharp smile at the lady and tipped an imaginary hat, "Why thank you very much there, Miss." Lars raised his glass in her direction and said, "To you," before taking a small sip of the scotch, reveling in the tracing burn it left. He set the drink down and wrapped his arms around it, facing forward and bowing his head a bit.
He smiled his sharp smile at the lady and tipped an imaginary hat, "Why thank you very much there, Miss." Lars raised his glass in her direction and said, "To you," before taking a small sip of the scotch, reveling in the tracing burn it left. He set the drink down and wrapped his arms around it, facing forward and bowing his head a bit.
Lars sat there, wondering idly about the meaning of life...and slightly about why he had a tad of white dotted onto one of his fingernails - those were annoying. Anyone close to him might have smelled some expensive cologne, the good stuff. He was partial to expensive stuff, even though he hardly had a dime to his name.
He listened to their conversations, and occasionally took a sip of his scotch...it was good scotch. At the sound of pain, he began to think about the night before. No wait, different kind of screams. He sighed and shook his head, then smiled again and looked around once more. A gypsy-looking woman, she had paid for his drink, a cop-looking guy who had just walked in - him and cops had quite the history - a heavily-armed lady who was close behind. A guy and his robot, they lady to had gone off, probably the screamer.
He wondered for a moment if she was a screamer in other terms as well, and then focused again - a guy in a scarf...stylish. He was starting to get bored, and his glass was starting to get empty, and he slowed down, unsure if his next one would be paid for as well.
He listened to their conversations, and occasionally took a sip of his scotch...it was good scotch. At the sound of pain, he began to think about the night before. No wait, different kind of screams. He sighed and shook his head, then smiled again and looked around once more. A gypsy-looking woman, she had paid for his drink, a cop-looking guy who had just walked in - him and cops had quite the history - a heavily-armed lady who was close behind. A guy and his robot, they lady to had gone off, probably the screamer.
He wondered for a moment if she was a screamer in other terms as well, and then focused again - a guy in a scarf...stylish. He was starting to get bored, and his glass was starting to get empty, and he slowed down, unsure if his next one would be paid for as well.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
And there he was, Mr. Lars Brocket, the cunning, seductive, and sometimes very evil man, trying to pry open one of the many parking meters that lined the street. He had no tools at all, relying purely on the strength of his fingers - it was not going well.
He had on his stylish leather jacket over a white button-up; dark, fitted jeans covered his bottom half and he wore black, pointed boots that really completed his look. He was handsome, in a rugged way. His messy chestnut hair stood on end, and his 5 0'clock stubble was manicured oh so slightly. There were hazel eyes in his sockets, and they would occasionally flit away from his task to make sure no one was watching.
"Damn it, come on," he whispered to the parking meter in his low, smooth raspy voice. Lars had been at it for more than five minutes, not too long now before he would start looking very suspicious.
He had on his stylish leather jacket over a white button-up; dark, fitted jeans covered his bottom half and he wore black, pointed boots that really completed his look. He was handsome, in a rugged way. His messy chestnut hair stood on end, and his 5 0'clock stubble was manicured oh so slightly. There were hazel eyes in his sockets, and they would occasionally flit away from his task to make sure no one was watching.
"Damn it, come on," he whispered to the parking meter in his low, smooth raspy voice. Lars had been at it for more than five minutes, not too long now before he would start looking very suspicious.
Lars gritted his teeth and his eyes widened ever so slightly as he began to make headway with the God-forsaken parking meter. Suddenly it was raining technology. He looked up just in time to see the television smash onto the cement. He had of course heard the yelling, but he wasn't really listening to it.
It was only then that he decided to pay it any mind at all, especially if random objects were falling dangerously close to his head. Finally it was silent again, and he continued his attempt at easy money, idling wondering what happened between the two of them. Suddenly she came out of the building in front of him and he paused, but when she trudged over to the broken items to stomp on them, he continued.
At the word "police", Lars groaned inwardly - if the police showed up now, with all of his warrants out...not a pretty picture. Lars looked up and saw the man in the window, and then he looked back down at the lady standing by the glorified computer chips.
He sighed, and then glared up at the man in the window once more, "Hey! Shut the hell up! Can't you see I'm trying to rob a God-damned parking meter?!" Lars shook his head annoyed, and then looked at Allegra, "Some people, you know?!" before returning to his work.
It was only then that he decided to pay it any mind at all, especially if random objects were falling dangerously close to his head. Finally it was silent again, and he continued his attempt at easy money, idling wondering what happened between the two of them. Suddenly she came out of the building in front of him and he paused, but when she trudged over to the broken items to stomp on them, he continued.
At the word "police", Lars groaned inwardly - if the police showed up now, with all of his warrants out...not a pretty picture. Lars looked up and saw the man in the window, and then he looked back down at the lady standing by the glorified computer chips.
He sighed, and then glared up at the man in the window once more, "Hey! Shut the hell up! Can't you see I'm trying to rob a God-damned parking meter?!" Lars shook his head annoyed, and then looked at Allegra, "Some people, you know?!" before returning to his work.
Lars didn't get it, he simply did not get it; one moment he was ready to take the angry man's bait - he would have marched right up there and made him swallow his own blood - but the next, he was falling in this pale blur. Was he wearing those bright clothes the entire time? No, there was no way, he was sure of it. But...wait...those weren't bright clothes at all - he was completely naked!
This wasn't right, none of this was adding up exactly, and he had a feeling that something out of the norm had just happened. Lars watched as the man fell into the bushes and thorns, new wounds surely opening with each move he made in there, if he was even conscious.
He had half a mind to go see if he was alright, but 1) that guy was completely naked, he would not be touching him. 2) He had threatened him not fifteen seconds earlier, this immediately made him Lars's enemy. Finally, and probably the most important, 3) the lady was against him - always be on the lady's side, better benefits in the end. So instead of making any move to help him, Lars glanced at Allegra and bumped his eyebrows, "Some idiots just can't handle their alcohol...or heights."
With that, he began to work on the blasted meter again, starting to unfortunately give up hope of getting the treasure inside. He said after a few moments, "I don't suppose you have a screwdriver or crowbar do you?"
This wasn't right, none of this was adding up exactly, and he had a feeling that something out of the norm had just happened. Lars watched as the man fell into the bushes and thorns, new wounds surely opening with each move he made in there, if he was even conscious.
He had half a mind to go see if he was alright, but 1) that guy was completely naked, he would not be touching him. 2) He had threatened him not fifteen seconds earlier, this immediately made him Lars's enemy. Finally, and probably the most important, 3) the lady was against him - always be on the lady's side, better benefits in the end. So instead of making any move to help him, Lars glanced at Allegra and bumped his eyebrows, "Some idiots just can't handle their alcohol...or heights."
With that, he began to work on the blasted meter again, starting to unfortunately give up hope of getting the treasure inside. He said after a few moments, "I don't suppose you have a screwdriver or crowbar do you?"
Lars watched with an amused look on his face as the bloodied and surely humiliated man cursed at the lady and then stumbled back into the apartment building. It really was a sad sight, but it was still pretty funny. He still had no idea how the whole incident happened, but Allegra's response to the guy's insult was enough to make him grin boyishly and make his chest pulse a few times with laughter.
He looked back down, a hopeful look coming over his face as one of the screws started coming loose. This was it, finally he could say that he has pried open a parking meter without the use of some kind of super ability or unnatural strength - though his own ability would have easily down the trick.
As she approached him and spoke to him, he looked up and smiled charmingly at her, "Of course not darling, I just need a few quarters to get some gum and maybe win a bunny from the machine. For you, if you'd like." It wasn't his best attempt at a hook, line, and sinker, but he was a bit off his game tonight, and not really in his element.
Even still, he looked down at the wallet hungrily, and then smiled at her again, waiting a for a response.
He looked back down, a hopeful look coming over his face as one of the screws started coming loose. This was it, finally he could say that he has pried open a parking meter without the use of some kind of super ability or unnatural strength - though his own ability would have easily down the trick.
As she approached him and spoke to him, he looked up and smiled charmingly at her, "Of course not darling, I just need a few quarters to get some gum and maybe win a bunny from the machine. For you, if you'd like." It wasn't his best attempt at a hook, line, and sinker, but he was a bit off his game tonight, and not really in his element.
Even still, he looked down at the wallet hungrily, and then smiled at her again, waiting a for a response.
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
“
Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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