L a n c e--A l d r i d g e
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Lance
Male
18
The Master Thief
Sly II Belligerent II Headstrong
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Lance
Male
18
The Master Thief
Sly II Belligerent II Headstrong
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{ B a s i c}
- "I can already guess you are just bursting with joy at the mere sight of me. Do not fret I will tell you all you need to know. Starting with my name which you should already be familiar with. My real name is Lance. To be exact it is: Lance Jacob Aldridge. Kinda boring, eh? Well you will be glad to know that my name is a little skewed right now. As per the story, or rather tale, I came from I have no name. Which leads me with a slight problem. Either I use my real name, which isn't so bad. Or I could be called 'The Master Thief'. I mean really, I'd rather not be called that. The next thing I should talk about is, my age. I am, or was, eighteen years old. Right now I'm really not sure how old I am. Based on the fact that I'm the youngest son I would say that I got younger. However I would like to think that I am the same age. For my sanity anyway. As you can clearly tell I am a male. There really isn't much to say on that. It just is."
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{ P e r s o n a l i t y }
"So you want to know about my personality? Well take a seat. If you ask those who know me you will get mixed results. I am, in my own right, a good person. I would say that I have a very sweet personality. Well to most people. I am a very kind person to those I just meet or to those younger than me. Its more of a habit than anything. My friends would tell you that's a total facade though. Its not, really. I do try to be nice to those around me and show respect. Its only when you get on my nerves or know me well enough that you see the real me. I would like to say that I don't wear a mask but that would be a lie. I have, a bit, of a temper problem. It is small I swear. However if you get me mad its not pretty. I tend to blow things way out of proportions and make a big deal out of something small. Its a talent. Lets just say there are three kinds of people I cannot stand. The first being snobs. People who are oh so full of themselves and people who act like they own the place, I hate those kinds of people. The second being depressing little sob stories. I really don't care how sad you are don't share that with me. Really keep that away from me I don't need your depression, go complain to someone who cares. The third would be flat out rude people. I can take anything you throw at me but if you insult my friends I will most likely snap on you. Why do people have to be so outlandishly cruel anyway? This world would be so much better without your rude arse in it. So there I told you what makes me frustrated, personality wise. If you don't act like that then we will have no problems, I promise. It may seem like I am a mean guy but I'm not. I just know what I like and what I don't and that line is big and bold. If I'm around my family I tend to control my temper more, especially in front of my siblings. The last thing I would want is to freak out in front of them. Its funny, my friends say that you can always tell when I'm starting to get mad because my left eye would start to twitch. You know they called me twitchy for a long time. I really hated that. Most of the time though I am a happy and cheerful guy. I try to keep my cool and be friends with everyone, if I can. I get told a lot that I make more enemies than friends, but why should I care? If you like me then so be it and if you hate me, well, there better be a reason.
To keep talking about my personality like this, its kinda boring. Well I guess I should tell you about my lovely flaws that come with being me. I tend to be, as said before, a little on the short-tempered side. That doesn't mean I don't get over it just as quick though. Another thing you may not know is that I am quite gullible. Anyone would tell you that I have fallen for so many different pranks that its almost like a tradition. You would think I would learn but I like to trust my friends more than I should. Its not even friends either, to tend to trust complete strangers too. I just like to think that there can never be such a person who spends their life lying to not only those around them but to themselves as well. I don't know I guess you could say that I am a little too trusting that way. One last thing I should say. I am a bit of an idiot. Wait no, that's not what I meant. I have a tendency to put other people before myself, especially my family and friends. This little habit gets me into a lot more trouble than normal. Its who I am though and I dare say I wont change just to please you or anyone else. I am me and that is all I need.
If I keep talking you might want to invest in ear plugs. I guess I should talk about my likes and dislikes, and no, not in people. There are many things I enjoy, all of which would be a hassle to list so I will keep it short. For one I enjoy fishing. That should be pretty obvious though because I grew up fishing for the most part. Its just really relaxing. My favorite foods are hamburgers. Lets just say that the first time I went to McDonald I started a one sided love. This is a huge reason why I love to travel, another thing I like to do. I love meeting new people and of course, eating new foods. One day I hope to go and visit America. Lets see.. my favorite color is yellow. The color no one likes. I find that you cannot be sad no matter what if you see something yellow. Its just a warm and happy color. Oh, you will love this. My favorite animal is the hippo. Weird, right? I think they are just really funny looking. I mean who could hate such a loveable plump animal like the hippo? Okay, moving on. One of my favorite pastimes is actually a very simple one. I love star gazing. I don't know something about that fact that we are only one in a trillion possibilities. Its something to gaze at for sure. Now lets talk about what I don't like. This may surprise you but I rather dislike driving. Lets just say I get motion sickness very easily. Even things like trains or airplanes make me sick. This is a big reason why traveling is hard for me. Even though I love it, it doesn't love me back. I am also not a huge fan of healthy foods. Lets all be honest now, they taste terrible. So what if I will be fat, at least I'm happy. Then again I probably wont be too fat, after all the running do to avoid car rides, I could be the next Usain Bolt. One more thing I don't like, or rather this is a fear of mine. I am not too fond of heights. If I look like I'm brave, don't be fooled. On the inside I am slowly dying. I cannot stand to look from high places let alone get to them. I like to stay on solid, low ground."
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{ A p p e a r a n c e }
- "Well, I really don't know how to answer this question without sounding totally full of myself but I will try. My old looks really don't matter anymore so I will talk about how I look now. I guess I should start with my height. While I really don't know, I would say I am around six foot. If not taller. However something like that doesn't really matter to me. My weight, in case you are wondering, is none of your business. You can just say that all of this is muscle. Now that I am done talking about the boring things lets talk about the most important part, my looks. I will start from the top and work my way down. My hair, a rather mundane color, is a dark brown. Some will even say it looks black. Not that I really care. Now for my eyes they come off as different colors every time I look at them. For the most part they are a hazel color mixed with a hint of green. My complexion is that of a gods. Joking of course, its a really dark tan color. Now you may be wondering how I got that way. I will tell you. Its because I am always outside, or at least it seems so. For use of a better word I am always 'working.' Which is why I am not a skinny little twig nor am I a chubby whale. Lets just say I am the perfect balance."
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{ H i s t o r y }
- "I doubt my real history is of any importance anymore. So I will inform you of the tale that I so happily came from. Or rather he came from... we came from?"
Wikipedia wrote:"A poor cottager had nothing to give his three sons, so he walked with them to a crossroad, where each son took a different road. The youngest went into a great woods, and a storm struck, so he sought shelter in a house. The old woman there warned him that it is a den of robbers, but he stayed, and when the robbers arrived, he persuaded them to take him on as a servant.
They set him to prove himself by stealing an ox that a man brought to market to sell. He took a shoe with a silver buckle and left it in the road. The man saw it and thought it would be good if only he had the other, and went on. The son took the shoe and ran through the countryside, to leave it in the road again. The man left his ox and went back to find the other, and the son drove the ox off.
The man went back to get the second ox to sell it, and the robbers told the son that if he stole that one as well, they would take him into the band. The son hanged himself up along the way, and when the man passed, ran on and hanged himself again, and then a third time, until the man was half-convinced that it was witchcraft and went back to see if the first two bodies were still hanging, and the son drove off his ox.
The man went for his third and last ox, and the robbers said that they would make him the band's leader if he stole it. The son made a sound like an ox bellowing in the woods, and the man, thinking it was his stolen oxen, ran off, leaving the third behind, and the son stole that one as well.
The robbers were not pleased with his leading the band, and so they all left him. The son drove the oxen out, so they returned to their owner, took all the treasure in the house, and returned to his father.
He decided to marry the daughter of a local squire and sent his father to ask for her hand, telling him to tell the squire that he was a Master Thief. The squire agreed, if the son could steal the roast from the spit on Sunday. The son caught three hares and released them near the squire's kitchen, and the people there, thinking it was one hare, went out to catch it, and the son got in and stole the roast.
The priest made fun of him, and when the Master Thief came to claim his reward, the squire asked him to prove his skill further, by playing some trick on the priest. The Master Thief dressed up as an angel and convinced the priest that he was come to take him to heaven. He dragged the priest over stones and thorns and threw him into the goose-house, telling him it was purgatory, and then stole all his treasure.
The squire was pleased, but still put off the Master Thief, telling him to steal twelve horses from his stable, with twelve grooms in their saddles. The Master Thief prepared and disguised himself as an old woman to take shelter in the stable, and when the night grew cold, drank brandy against it. The grooms demanded some, and he gave them a drugged drink, putting them to sleep, and stole the horses.
The squire put him off again, asking if he could steal a horse while he was riding it. The Master Thief said he could, and disguised himself as an old man with a cask of mead, and put his finger in the hole, in place of the tap. The squire rode up and asked him if he would look in the woods, to be sure that the Master Thief did not lurk there. The Master Thief said that he could not, because he had to keep the mead from spilling, and the squire took his place and lent him his horse to look.
The squire put him off again, asking if he could steal the sheet off his bed and his wife's shift. The Master Thief made up a dummy like a man and put it at the window, and the squire shot at it. The Master Thief let it drop. Fearing talk, the squire went to bury it, and the Master Thief, pretending to be the squire, got the sheet and the shift on the pretext they were needed to clean the blood up.
The squire decided that he was too afraid of what the thief would steal next, and let him marry his daughter."
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{ E x t r a }
- "There is nothing more I have to say. Anything else you can just ask."
(So the personality is a little stretched to make up for everything else. If you need a picture I can get one.. I just prefer not to use real people.)
