Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
They never listened when you informed them of a problem, ignorantly ignored the possibility of needing certain types of services, shame you for thinking you needed those requirements. Nowadays you play make-believe, pretending to be alright when everything starts crumbling. To them you were nothing, therefore, you hide away your problems to avoid being a problem. Alas, without assistance, the toxic thoughts spread throughout your mind. You know you were a mistake... They never wanted you... The unfortunate spawn of a sinner who harmed your mother. You want to feel better, however, they insist you do not deserve such a beautiful thing. Nobody will know how you feel, how your thoughts scare you, how you distract yourself as self-medication.
The mistakes, they overshadow you, clouding your judgement. Each element is breaking from those monsters hiding inside your mind. You pray they will understand, pray for a relief to be handed down to you by their merciful hands. Your days feel wasted, those malicious whispers from a mental illness you struggle to defeat convincing you of those thoughts. Inside, you are breaking down and struggling to restore yourself.
Clouds hovered in the blue skies above, occasionally blocking the heat of the summer sun, ultimately shielding those below from the warm rays. A pleasantly cool breeze drifted by, interrupting the overal warmth of the summer temperature. Plenty of people happily wandered the streets, there being no shortage of smiles from the citizens of Lorsette on spectacular day. The perfect balance of heat and cold allowing for people to spend hours outside without the usage of temperature regulating bracelets. Even the outskirts possessed some inkling of activity, albeit, lesser than the portions of Lorsette. The outskirts of the city were referred to as dangerous, everybody being aware of the types of people who regularly lurked in the sections. Criminals, Assembly members and various other people with an amoral alignment, alas, there were occasions where people were forced to enter these foreboding surroundings where questionable structures and people reigned.
On a late Tuesday night, a man named George Akinson was murdered, snipe from the roof tops while assisting a family member. The circumstances stated that Mr. Akinson received a phone call from his daughter who explained her boyfriend kicked her out of the car. When he arrived on the scene to bring Kenna Akinson, the daughter home, he was shot. The RCMP was called, Kenna desperately attempting to save her father’s life, but the attempt failed. When the police arrived, Kenna’s hands were caked with blood from attempting to cease the bleeding, her frantic behaviour from the frightful experience making it difficult to sooth her. Now there was a murderer wandering the streets and a case with few leads. There was extensive work accomplished by the RCMP, but the Akinson family worried the case would never be solved, thus resulted in Lachlan’s current situation. While there was police effort placed on the murder of George Akinson, the blond required an escape because of the current month.
June, an ill-favouring time for the man who lacked pride over his sexuality. Rainbows were everywhere as people joyously cheered for those of differing sexualities than the typical heterosexual. The month was supportive, but Lachlan feared the consequences of revealing his preferences, therefore, he piled himself with work. Regularly, the reaper would accomplish the task of burying himself in his occupation, however, it became the most evident during the infamous Pride Month. Everything to keep his sexuality deep inside the closet was necessary, thus, the private investigator graciously took every single case that arrived on his doorstep. It was a reckless decision, but Lachlan solely cared about avoiding those sensitive topics. Homosexuality would have easily resulted in relentless abuse from his parents and, he assumed, his siblings. Rest was nonexistent as Lachlan pondered the current case, an arm folded behind his back while his right hand softly rubbed his chin in an inquisitive manner.
Based on family statements, George Akinson lacked enemies and was considered a benevolent man with a heart of gold. Even contacting friends of Mr. Akinson provided similar conclusions, making it difficult for Lachlan to find a footing in this particular case. Furthering his investigation through close connections were turning up no leads, thus the blond decided to return to the crime scene. There were moments where police could potentially miss evidence, making Lachlan determined to find something which could grant him a starting place. Long strides allowed him to glide down the sidewalks, the reaper still refusing to listen to medical advice about occasionally resting. Hastily, he moved towards his destinations, thoughts swirling inside his head as he thoroughly explored the current avenues in his head. Anger was a potential motive, although, nobody claimed there was a recent drama between somebody and George Akinson. An annoyed sigh escaped the blond’s lips, the current puzzle presented to him proving to be challenging.
Gradually, he approached the crime scene, the reaper pausing when he realized he reached his destination. First impressions revealed nothing special about the location, although, there was something different about the destination he arrived on. The buildings were taller in this section of the outskirts, proving to be excellent posts for snipers to gain a height-based advantage. Evidently, this would be the reason police forces pursued Kenna after the incident. Everything appeared to align perfectly, the structuring appearing more stable from his current distance. They were ideal for the newsworthy crime involving a mysterious sniper and a dead man. A soft hmm rumbled in Lachlan’s throat as his hazel eyes began analyzing the area; the sidewalk where Kenna stood waiting for her father that horrible evening. Only a few moments later did Lachlan’s eyes flit towards the building where the sniper supposedly shot from.
There was a pause as he imagined the shine of the scope over the roof’s lip, the diagonal shot had fractured the windshield and embedded itself in George Akinson’s chest. Information about the shot suggested the individual carrying out the murder was familiar with the best methods to kill another individual. The head was an ill-favourable, easy-to-miss target while the torso was larger and carried numerous vital organs for survival. Cautiously, the reaper hurried across the street, approaching the front door of the abandoned building. His hand clenched around the doorknob, slowly turning it to gain access to the location. Inside, there was no furniture, damaged walls and graffiti covering the interior of the structure. There were several explicit words covering the filthy building, the investigator moving carefully as he closed the door behind him. Gradual navigation through the home eventually revealed a small set of stairs.
The blond followed the trail up, promptly discovering an old, wooden ladder nailed to the floor and a gaping hole in the roof. There was a pause as Lachlan stared through the hole where light filtered through, revealing plenty of dust. Evidence on a slanted roof appeared unlikely, but around the ladder which allowed the killer safe access to the roof prompted analyzing. As a result, the reaper’s hazel eyes glanced around the area, pleading he would discover some kind of evidence. Either way, there were other plans filtering through Lachlan’s mind, such as contacting George Akinson from beyond the grave. Gaining knowledge of the crime scene tended to assist in comprehending the crime which occurred, but the victim could easily provide plenty of knowledge. Creaks echoed through the rooms as Lachlan slowly wandered through the building, searching for any evidence.
There was no reply from Lachlan as he scurried down the hallway, frightened over the notion of losing his precious schoolwork. While he despised this accursed family for their cruel treatment, he could escape through accomplishing loads of schoolwork. Once he crossed the threshold into his room, the young boy slammed the door shut before leaning against it and sinking to the ground. Deep breaths left his mouth, his head feeling dizzy while Elliott provided him with a warning, referring to him as a monster. Slowly, the blond brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms tight around them while he waited for the dizziness to dissipate. He despised the accursed family he was born to, their hurtful words and constant abuse proving to be a difficult burden on his shoulders. There were moments he wondered if the Fraiser home was void of any benevolence for the unfortunate child created from a sinful action; they definitely never displayed any when it could be avoided.
A frown remained permanent on Lachlan's face, the blond finally rising to his feet once he was assured of his safety. Slowly, he walked over to his old, rickety desk where the folder was placed. Once he positioned himself in the uncomfortable chair, he grabbed a pencil before cracking the folder open. Risking the precious work he obtained by sheer luck could not be squandered by venturing out to interrogate Elliott further. Should his brother had stolen a sheet, it was obvious returning it was not on his agenda. The blond stared at the first sheet, the subject being math, particularly one of his more advanced classes, and Lachlan began fixating his attention entirely on his work. During supper when he was permitted to eat, he hid away in his room after being provided food and worked. Throughout the night he worked until he would eventually pass out from exhaustion as the routine went.
Trust was a difficult thing for Lachlan to lend to his siblings, especially considering the mental and physical torture inflicted on him mercilessly. The constant abuse alongside the generally loathing his family displayed to him; he even started absolutely despising himself as a result. He was a physically weak, pathetic and lonely individual, hated by all because he was the spawn of a horrible man who invaded his mother's privacy through vile, illegal acts. There were no proper reasons for others to find his company pleasant considering the circumstances of his birth and pathetic nature. While Lachlan was not outright despicable, he proved to be rather abrasive to those around his age and rather blunt on account of his limited social interactions.
While he comprehended their reason for absolutely despising him, it failed to warrant his siblings and parents trust. He simply could not resist pushing to assure every worksheet he required was in the beige folder on his desk since education was his solace. There was not much Lachlan proved to be excellent in, but learning general information and understanding the lessons his teachers wished to show him was an easy task. He wanted to prove he possessed the tiniest shred of worth to himself and those around him, and only his intellect stood a chance in accomplishing that. He strived for academic excellence, working endlessly to get the highest mark in his classes, the only exception proving to be gym which Lachlan was exempted from after the notorious fainting incidents; his teachers feared to place too much stress on his body. They frequently used gym class to provide the young boy with health lessons and do exercises in brief intervals to avoid possible fainting.
The mockery Elliott provided causes Lachlan to flinch as he concerned himself with the notion of possibly going too far. When the blond listened to the question, he silently shrugged. As Elliott stood up, the young boy immediately backed away, already quivering slightly. Despite this brother being the most merciful, Lachlan remained absolutely fearful of him like every member of his family. The very mentioning of possibly taking back the special favour caused the blond's eyes to widen as he fought the urge to cry at the notion.
"N-no! Elliott, please! I will go back to my room, I'm sorry! I won't doubt you again," he spouted out hastily. "I promise, I will never think i-ill of you!"
Each word was spoken with a quiver, making it evident Lachlan was frightened of his older brother. He knew with the sinister smile stretching across Elliott's face, question time was definitely over; he could not risk losing the precious worksheets already generously provided to him. Whenever his brother took a step, the blond backed up until deciding to scurry away in hopes of getting to his room first. He knew if Elliott wanted to make his threat a reality, he could easily get to the room first on account of Lachlan's poor health. With his heart elevated from fear and running, the young boy pushed himself in desperate hope he could arrive at his room before Elliott made his decision.
Education was the key for numerous doors, Lachlan being plenty aware in his early research for adequate colleges and universities. He doubts his parents would support his endeavours into furthering his education to obtain a well-paying job; especially considering he desired to travel to a school outside of the country. The far travel was a hopeful chance to finally escape the clutches of his family and never see their sinister faces again. The perpetual torture would cease alongside the hateful words designed to break him into sorrow; he would finally be granted his freedom. While Lachlan doubted his life would drastically improve considering he would have to deal with his plethora of mistakes, the callous remarks from his family would disappear entirely. All connections would be permanently dropped to avoid hearing those dastardly words; to make the unbearable pain vanish. The bruises and cuts never bothered him much, but being informed about his worthless, pathetic existent resulted in the true damage. There were moments he wished he could magically zap out of existence to avoid the pain and torment inflicted by his family.
Entering the living room to assure every ounce of his work was provided was difficult for Lachlan considering his situation. The living room was frequently referred to as forbidden ground for the young blond. He rarely crossed the threshold, usually only watching the television when nobody was home, otherwise, he avoided it. There were numerous instances where he found his siblings or family inside, enjoying the television only to pause a moment and snap at him. Fortunately, only Elliott appeared to be home and tended to be one of the less violent among his siblings, although, he still spouted hateful words. While they certainly lacked any positivity to their relationship, Lachlan was more inclined to muster up bravery and inquire about the folder to Elliott opposed to anyone else. After years of abuse and studying his own treatment, the young blond could easily deduce who he faired better against in conversing for information. A quick glance was taken over the condition of the living room, the light-haired teen noticing his sandwich with only a single bite. He held a sigh on his tongue, keeping himself quiet while he waited for Elliott to respond to his questions.
There was a wince in response to his brother's momentary facade, the young blond feared the notion of offending Elliott and possibly facing punishment. Mild relief flowed through Lachlan when his brother began chuckling and stated everything in the folder was provided by the teachers and he touched nothing.
"Y-you sure?" He stuttered out.
Confronting any member inside his family was gut wrenching for the young blond because they possessed the freedom to generally abuse him. There was never freedom or safety inside the Fraiser home for the youngest son, his tainted blood assured him of it. A despicable man violated his mothers privacy, forcing her to carry the devil spawn she never wanted. Only her vows to her religion allowed for Lachlan to be born, but he nonetheless faced torment from his family daily.
Compared to the other Fraisers, Lachlan was a mere servant to be shoved, abused and generally mistreated. Those of direct blood were treated with excellent, although, provided high expectations. Then when the notions arrived in Lachlan, those expectations were magnified should he desire any dosage of positive attention. The amount of effort placed into his assignments allowed for pristine, outstanding grades his teachers stated any parent should be beyond proud of, yet, he only received a raised eyebrow and an expression of pleasant surprise. Compliments appeared to be impossible for his parents to muster whenever it arrived at him, the young devil spawn of an evil man. Possessing the man’s blood appeared to be the young child’s crime, the blond already placed in the cell of his room with little freedom. There were several incidents where Lachlan attempted to escape his horrendous life, but instead, he would be found and punished for the choice. They would notice his absence, the effort they placed into searching being questionable, but the police always found him and brought him back to the torturous prison.
After some feigned worried comments, the curtains would close and Lachlan would be punished for his desire to run away for a better life. Alas, his blood related him to a horrible criminal who defiled his mother, thus this punishment was justifiable… right? There were moments where Lachlan dabbled into pondering whether or not his treatment was fair; perhaps it was a method to release pent-up anger over what happened to his mother. Either way, after the intense mistreatment, Lachlan shortly found himself fretting over the notion of a single page being removed from his folder. There was no reason for Elliott to simply provide him with his worksheets without possible repercussions for being problematic from his fainting episode. Despite wanting to get started, the folder was flipped open again as Lachlan looked through each worksheet and scrutinized it for familiarity while comparing to his lessons. Everything appeared to be in order, but after years of abuse, the blond was hesitant to believe this was everything he needed to accomplish for the next few days. Certainly, something was missing, right? His brother who assisted in the malicious torture could not have merely given him everything he required to maintain his pristine marks.
Unfortunately, based on Elliott’s reaction to accomplishing the kindly deed, he was not keen on discussing it; his brother did make it obvious it was the teacher’s choice and not his own. The suspicions about his brother possibly taking a sheet of paper out increased the longer they spoke. After a mere few moments of pondering did his sandwich get ferried away, Elliott deciding he wanted the hastily prepared lunch.
The folder was snapped shut as Lachlan shouted, “Hey!”
There was a brief moment where the blond reached for his stolen food but paused. Attempting to take his sandwich back would possibly cause problems considering Elliott had permission to pummel him if he wanted to. Once Elliott retreated to the living room, Lachlan walked towards his room and plopped the folder onto the old wooden desk. An anxious pause transcended over the blond as he opened the folder again, fretting over the notion of an assignment missing as a cruel punishment for fainting. He could already imagine the disappointed countenance of a teacher as they noticed the missing assignment. The amount of attention he got would be thrown out, he presumed, since he failed an entire assignment. Schoolwork at least provided him with shreds of positive attention from impressed teachers. Slowly, Lachlan left his room, closing the door behind him as he crept to the living room where Elliott watched television. Once in the living room, the blond glanced curiously towards his brother.
“Um… Elliott… you got all my assignments right? … Nothing is forgotten,” Lachlan inquired quietly.
A fragile grin touched Lachlan’s face as he attempted to portray himself as pleasant in hopes of getting the answers he needed. Failing school was not an option, considering it was the only location to provide pleasant memories.
The folder was clenched tightly against Lachlan’s arm and chest. These sheets and assignments would become the direction of his attention after he finished eating. He already made the sandwich, thus leaving it to eventually rot sounded horrible. Work could easily distract him, but the young boy found disdain towards wasted food. Worksheets and projects allowed him to remain locked away in his room for long hours to avoid interaction from his family. The plate was placed onto the kitchen table as the blond opened the folder slightly to check through the various worksheets. There were sheets from a majority of his classes, including simple readings and actual work. The amount of work provided was a perfect distraction for while he was at home, the over-achiever already formulating plans for some assignments. There was hope that perhaps he could finally gain a shred of positive attention from his family, but his hopes were shattered. Why would anyone treat him with kindness unless it was to avoid suspicion?
Everything Elliott said was sensible considering his family’s hatred for him. A frown dragged the corners of Lachlan’s lips down. The folder was closed and held close, at least his teachers cared enough to gather his work and give it to Elliott. Well there was evidence of his teacher’s caring, Lachlan found sorrow weighing heavily in his heart. The teachers merely cared about the assignments being accomplished; they were excellent examples because of his need to achieve. There was probably no reason for people to provide him with affection, everyone loathed him, including himself.
“Yeah… of course… to avoid suspicion,” Lachlan mumbled half-heartedly. “... Thanks… I guess. What are you going to do now?”
There was a faint queasy feeling in Lachlan’s stomach as he glanced at Elliott before returning his gaze to the table. The blond was anxious about possibly receiving abuse because of his stupidity; he failed to fix the fainting issue. As usual, Lachlan expected harsh words from his brother; his siblings never treated him with kindness. He was a devil spawn, birthed by the sin of a villainous man taking advantage of his unfortunate mother. According to his family, he existed to be a punching bag because of those vile genes that tainted his body. He was different from his siblings and never dubbed a true Fraiser due to the circumstances of his conceiving; he merely bore the name, but lacked the precious blood that bound him. Fraiser was a name provided because his parents displayed the tiniest shred of kindness and a massive respect to the Bible, otherwise, he could only imagine the merciful fate he could have been provided.
Haste entered Lachlan's actions as he proceeded to make his sandwich, hoping to complete the compiling of food before his siblings slipped inside. Unfortunately, after the circumstances of his fainting, the young blond found difficulty in maintaining a quick pace as he pieced together his late lunch. There was a vague dizziness as he struggled to keep his motions steady and forced himself to keep moving. The mockery, abuse and whatever else that could occur because they entered the house was unnecessary. They would know what happened at school, probably going lengths to bother him further over the notion of him failing to last through the day again. Merciless tormentors were the title Lachlan would provide his older siblings.
Inside their home, the blond teen believed there was an absence of affection towards him. The intellectual knew everybody in his family hated him, which was evident by the manner they treated him. He was worthless, thus Lachlan believed he deserved every ounce of anger they could muster. Whenever the abuse began, the blond became too frightened to attempt to stand up for himself since who would listen? The public knew his father to be an excellent lawyer, a man of justice and his mother was the sorrowful victim of rape. However, the young spawn of the vicious crime received neglect and abuse at every turn, nobody was the wiser to the punishments he received. The masked expression his parents displayed whenever they referred to him were merely ploys to avoid suspicion. While escape could eventually arrive, there remained plenty of time to survive through his nightmarish family.
On top of a ceramic plate sat a simple ham and cheese sandwich, something that could be speedily prepared and consumed even during these dire situations. The remainders of the ingredients were properly wrapped before being placed into the thread, the blond's nerves peeking as time proceeded; each passing minute was another until his unfortunate interaction with his siblings. There were some possibly away for extra-curricular activities or perhaps deciding to spend some additional time with friends before heading home, but Lachlan was nonetheless frightened over the notion of them arriving home. Today, dealing with abuse or harsh mockery would be a burden on his mind, especially after already proving his weakness by fainting earlier. While Lachlan proceeded to place the ingredients back into the fridge, he heard the loud slamming of the front door. The blond jumped, releasing a squeak of surprise and quickly proceeded to shove everything in the fridge recklessly.
There was a prayer that whichever sibling returned home would decide to immediately head towards their room or go watch TV, sparing him from their cruelty. Before Lachlan gained the opportunity to storm down the hallway with his food and escape his siblings, footsteps entered the room. The blond glanced back towards his older brother, quickly recognizing Elliott with his backpack. A folder was retrieved, the papers dropped onto the table with a quiet smack as his brother spoke. An eyebrow was lifted to the strange action, Lachlan hesitantly moving closer, a pale hand reaching to open the folder. Instantly, the blond's eyes widened as he recognized the following worksheets and class projects to arrive; he would not be starved of schoolwork. Hastily, the folder was snatched up and held close with the blond's open hand. Schoolwork could keep him up for nights, allowing him to avoid the cruel act of sleep.
"You... you brought this back for me?" Lachlan mumbled. "Why would you do that?"
There was a genuine curiosity to the blond's tone as he provided his older brother with an inquisitive expression. Rarely would Lachlan be provided with generosity; he would sooner believe his siblings destroyed his work rather than returned it to him. For the instance, the young teen could appreciate Elliott for bringing his work and providing it to him, even if the words stated were void of true kindness. While the blond awaited an answer, thoughts swirled about how he would go about the recently given projects in hopes of maintaining a perfect grade.
It all went dark again, that dizzy sensation, then the sudden blackness. Silently, Lachlan laid on his side on the white sheets of the nurse's table, listening to her fingers clack against the keys of her keyboard. Another report on what occurred and a warning to the teachers and students about his delicate medical condition. There was the subtle ticking of a clock, counting down for the inevitable conversation between the nurse and the principal on whether he would return to class or be sent home. Only moments afterwards, teachers would have been contacted, requesting to inform his siblings over the situation; he wished they would remain hush whenever he fainted. Nervous breaths shakily escaped his mouth, waiting for the inevitable verdict he was bound to be provided; the command to send him home instead of allowing him to proceed with classes. Eventually, Lachlan began anxiously chewing his lower lip, the quiet becoming agonizing as he waited on the bed. There would be repercussions, he was expected to cease the abrupt fainting.
Unfortunately, stopping the fainting episodes was impossible on account of the numerous sleepless nights, the young teen falling victim to his insomnia. Long nights spent lying awake or spending hours working on upcoming projects in hopes of finishing them early, but rarely did these evening contain actual sleeping. Even attempting rest resulted in Lachlan thoughts pondering the hopelessness in his life, reminding him of how he burdened his parents and siblings; why else would they torture him? Compared to his siblings, he was weak, unable to accomplish anything to his parent's delight, unlike his older siblings who gained their attention more frequently. Ultimately, it caused the young teen to abuse his body, oftentimes forcing his body to keep moving throughout the seemingly endless nights until morning arrived. He gained the habit of consuming coffee or tea every morning, allowing the caffeine to assist him through the mistreatment, then would head to school once the time arrived. Then, there were mornings like this where he pushed his body too far and was forced to face the consequences.
A large project was due near the end of the week, thus Lachlan spent entire nights, ambitiously pouring every drop of effort into the display. Additional information, unique transitions, videos, massive descriptions and a lengthy page of resources resulted in an impressive display for the young teen's project but left no opportunities for rest. It was during his trip to the following class the blond began getting dizzy, even stumbling to a degree, but instead of sparing a moment to rest, he pushed forward. The school was the only place he could receive compliments, teachers oftentimes admiring his work ethic and providing him with excellent marks. Only a few steps into the classroom did the dizziness overwhelm him, everything suddenly turning black, his body having collapsed to the floor. The procedures occurred shortly afterwards, Lachlan awaking to the teacher requesting somebody to get the nurse, the simple questions to make certain he could focus before the nurse arrived and he was escorted to her office. It felt like a theatre rehearsal with how smoothly everything transgressed, the blond ending up on the nurse's cot a few moments later, waiting.
Silence ensued the room a few moments later, the nurse finishing her report before leaning back in the chair. The familiar creak of movement echoed through the room, Lachlan deciding to remain quiet. There were no words that needed to be exchanged, the nurse already becoming familiar with the protocol for his fainting episodes, lectures even being spared because it became a waste of breath. After a few minutes, the door creaked open, the sound of rolling wheels against the tiled floor managing to be heard through the quiet office.
"Nurse Renferd, perhaps we could discuss this outside," requested a female voice, the principal.
After a few moments, the chair creaked as the nurse moved to exit the room, the door clicking closed behind them. A soft sigh escaped Lachlan's mouth, the young teen adjusting himself, turning to view the remainder of the room. He felt ashamed for recklessly disregarding his body's signals for a break, but sleep itself was a frightening action to accomplish. There was too much time to ponder about the negatives of life, thus the blond distracted himself with work to avoid the sorrowful thoughts. The teen held his breath, hearing his heart thud against his sternum as he attempted to listen through the closed door at the conversation between the nurse and principal. He prayed the Lord would grant him mercy and allow him to simply return to class instead of being sent home with his parents; they never listened to his opinion anymore. They already knew Lachlan would insist to stay throughout the day, but they never granted it after the first time... Fainting twice in a single day left the school system hesitant to even provide him with a choice on whether he could stay or not. Minutes passed, the ticking of the clock becoming a mockery to the young teen.
Time passed agonizingly slow, Lachlan staring directly at the door, waiting for the nurse to return in her office to provide her verdict. The soft giggling of the knob followed by the squeak of the hinges heralded the nurse's entrance, the blond staring directly at her. There was a solemn countenance on her face, her blue eyes eventually landing onto the young student in her care before shaking her head, no. A grimace was Lachlan's reaction to the verdict as he shamefully glanced towards the floor, nerves tearing him apart over the eventual meeting between his parents and himself. They would be called shortly after the discussion, one of them expected to come and retrieve him from school and return him home safely.
"Lachlan, you will be returning home, and I expect you to get a doctor's appointment," the nurse spoke, breaking the silence. "You can't keep coming to school and fainting like this, it is horrible for your health. A doctor can at least recommend you medication and diagnose the problem. Taking a few days off could be an excellent idea, I swear, each morning I hear about you coming in with bags under your eyes."
A sigh punctuated her words, the nurse returning to her office chair while Lachlan resigned himself to silence. These trips were growing frequent, but the chances of receiving a doctor's appointment were unlikely. Already, the blond could hear the vicious words of his parents as they insisted he was to blame for these fainting episodes. The medical conditions plaguing him would be ignored, the young teen returning to loathe himself for his weak nature. Minutes proceeded to pass in silence, the nurse performing her usual duties while Lachlan silently laid on the cot. Eventually, there was a rapping on the nurse's door, the woman leaving to answer. The door was swung wide open, revealing both his mother and father, resulting in Lachlan shrinking back in the cot; why were both here?! Another request was made to speak outside, the trio leaving and closing the door, the young student being forced to silently await the consequences of his reckless behaviour. Outside the door, the blond already knew the theatre performance had begun, his parents wearing their masks of concern while they spoke about their precious son who unfortunately fainted again.
After a few minutes, the door was opened, Lachlan being beckoned from the cot by the nurse. Hesitantly, the blond lifted himself from the comfortable white sheets and slowly shuffled towards the door. Once beyond the threshold of the nurse's office, Lachlan stared up towards his parents, providing them with a weak, nervous smile.
"As I told Lachlan here, I believe it would be best to perhaps book him a doctor's appointment. This fainting has gotten out of control," the nurse informed his parents.
There was a single solemn nod from his father, the man answering shortly afterwards, "We will be certain to do that."
Once the conversation was completed, the nurse closed the doors to her office while his parents lead him away. Slowly, Lachlan shuffled behind them, following them through the halls of the school and out to the main parking lot. He opened the back door of the family van, taking a seat behind his mother; she never wanted to look at him anyways. His father entered the driver's side, shifting the vehicle into gear and pulling out of the school parking lot. A sigh exited his mouth once they exited the parking lot, his father gazing at him through the rearview mirror.
"Lachlan, I thought we agreed you were going to improve your health," he stated. "When we get home, you are to head straight to your room to rest. You will stay home for the rest of the week, understood?"
Every word stated by Lachlan's father had authority to it, demanding respect and attention, which was expected from a lawyer. The blond glanced away from the rearview mirror, unable to meet those stern eyes as he prepared to answer.
"Understood..." Lachlan murmured quietly.
Afterwards, the young teen's eyes gazed out the window, watching as they drove further away from the school. His eyes remained fixated on the outside world, Lachlan watching the world pass by until they finally arrived home. As expected, the blond released his seatbelt, grabbing his backpack, closing the car door behind him before shuffling towards the door. The teen glanced back to the vehicle, watching as his parents pulled away from the curve, likely planning to return to work rather than stay home with their son. The blond entered the house, listening to his father's command and heading to his room for some rest. Hours passed, Lachlan sighing as he failed to lose consciousness and enter the world of dreams. There was a pang of hunger in the teen's stomach, the blond leaving his bed to make himself a sandwich. A quick glance at the time revealed to Lachlan that his siblings would be home shortly... how unfortunate...
notes Sorry, went overboard because I love describing Lachlan's emotions. x.x Gives me a real feel for the character, and since this was related to information about his fainting, I figured it would be worth the time to give my post more detail.
There was a steady determination in Lachlan's eyes as he gazed over pages of tiny font that provided him with the information on one of his numerous cases. The file was about average, although, a majority of suspects were gradually getting removed from persistent investigating. Choices were narrowed down within moments as the various individuals that associated with justice gained a determination to solve the murder of a little girl. Naturally, the community was attempting to provide all possible information considering their intense sympathies for the family and their murdered child. Carefully, Lachlan ferried a warm cup of tea to his lips, draining the last morsels before placing it back onto the coaster. The reaper's eyes returned to his notes, mentally repeating the young girl's name.
Elizabeth Armstrong, a mere 9 years with short, black locks of hair and big, innocent eyes. There had been numerous crime scene photos, each analyzed by his observant eyes. They lacked direct conclusions to end the case, but the opportunity to discover the killer's identity remained a possibility. An extensive sigh escaped the investigator's lips as he gazed pensively over the erratic words written inside his personal notebooks. Any outsiders that gazed on the random words would find them rather useless, but the investigator remembered the meaning behind each. The numbers marked down were based in injuries and suspects, injuries possessing abbreviations while suspects was always a tiny number written in the corner; constantly erased and re-written when changes arrived. Small sentences formulated speculations and discoveries, checkmarks deducing correct statements from false ones; although, the notebook's lined paper was constantly ignored. When somebody caught a glimpse of his messy notes, they only viewed the random garble, unable to decipher the various abbreviations and made-up words that were worked into the investigator's mind.
Besides, the confusion occasionally stumped him which was another few moments spent fixating on work instead of his inner misery. After minutes of staring at the various notes, verifying statements and beliefs, the investigator silently rose from his dark wooden desk, notepad in hand. A glance was spared around the office before the reaper exited and began flicking down the light switches in a smooth process. It began with the furthest reaches of the house, Lachlan gradually working his way back towards his office. The door was closed, the reaper speedily walking towards one of the drawers where he grabbed several candles alongside their holders. Each light was arranged in a large circle before the lighter was fetched and flame sparked into existence.
With a steady hand, the wicks of each tall, wax pillar were lit, the flames quietly flickering from the tops of the candle. Once satisfied and assured that the candles would continue blazing, the investigator walked towards the light switch of his office and turned off the remaining lightbulb. The room was plunged into a muted darkness, the gentle flames from the candles acting as the only light source for the time being. With cautious steps, the reaper returned to the circle; the new eerie appearance of his office not bothering him. Gradually, he eased himself down in one end of the circle, crossing his legs as he stared at the distance candles. There was a brief moment taken to rub his eyelids as weariness insisted on rest instead of continuous working, however, Lachlan refused as usual. A deep breath was taken, the reaper bating it while he straightened his posture and rested his hands on his needs.
His eyes were shut when the air was released slowly, his mind clearing as he fixated on the objective. In his mind, he visualized the young Elizabeth Armstrong, fixating his magic on her. Summoning her from Purgatory was an unfortunate necessity considering the circumstances of the case. Quietly, he murmured the little girl's name and maintained a strength in his will. When the reaper's eyes opened, a young girl radiating a blueish glow sat with her knees to her chest on the other side of the circle. There were tears that dribbled from her eyes, leaving lines of wet while she stared at him.
"W-who are you? She inquired anxiously.
There was a hesitation from the investigator as he steadied his tired mind. Days of restlessness had resulted in Lachlan finding difficulty in focusing himself.
"A friend who wants to help you, okay?" He began softly. "You don't have to worry, I am all alone, see?"
The investigator gestured to the room around him, the little girl's eyes flitting around in response. There was a tension that remained obvious in the air, Lachlan's ghostly guest finding difficulty relaxing given the circumstances. A few moments of silence passed, the reaper attempting to appear friendly.
"Okay... b-but wh-why am I here?" She spoke in a nervous squeak.
"I want to find the person who hurt you, Elizabeth, but I need your help. That way we can lock him up," Lachlan responded, maintaining a soft facade.
From years of mistreatment, the investigator rarely allowed for true warmth and gentleness to slip into his voice. Faking those emotions was only a necessity during delicate interactions; besides, how could he simply trust anybody? People were twisted and evil and oftentimes only cared for themselves; his life in Omaha made it obvious. There was a countenance of fear etched into the girl's face as the tears increased.
"I don't want to talk about it!" She screamed, the surrounding's reacting.
There was a flickering in the candles and rustling from the papers on the desk, almost as though a faint breeze had entered the office. Seancing a spirit against their will allowed them to cross into the living plane of existence for a brief moment. During these instances, the surroundings could be affected by their emotions which naturally became a concern for the summoner on most occasions. The reaper appeared unphased by the sudden reaction as he managed to maintain a calm vestige.
"It's alright," he began softly. "But I need the information. That way I can protect other people from the meanie, right?"
It was an attempt to level with the spirit in hopes the information would be provided. There was silence as Lachlan watched the girl's face change, displaying a sense of responsibility in sharing. The investigator grabbed his pencil, preparing for the possibility of answers until the door slammed open. The reaper tensed in surprise, his eyes immediately flitting towards the door where they noticed the apprentice scout; the darkness made it difficult to distinguish details. When his eyes returned to the girl's, they were wide with fear before she narrowed them at him.
"LIAR! YOU SAID WE WERE ALONE!" She screamed, her voice possessing upset tones.
There was already panic entering the reaper's eyes as the wind increased, knocking a few papers from the desk. The situation was becoming transforming into a horrible one quickly.
"I swear, they weren't-" the reaper attempted to defend himself, but the girl suddenly screamed.
The loud pitched scream entered the air, forcing Lachlan to cover his ears while the candles were extinguished and the papers thrown around the office. For an instant, his eyes closed, and when the wind ceased they opened to notice the girl was gone. Irritation touched the investigator's face while his gaze returned to the newcomer.
"Thank-you for your wonderful performance in frightening her away," Lachlan muttered sarcastically.
With an annoyed huff, he rose from the floor, narrowing avoiding the candles while he crossed the room, flicking the light switch and pouring light back into the room. Attempting to summon her again was futile given the current situation, but the reaper planned to try again after granting Elizabeth a few moments to calm down. For a moment, Lachlan's eyes remained fixated on the light switch before glancing at the disorganized mess his office had transformed into.
"Now, why exactly are you disrupting me?" He inquired in an emotionless tone. "Most individuals wait outside and don't simply barge in after all."
Finally, his gaze returned to the teenager who interrupted the seance, although, found himself surprised. For a few moments, the investigator's hazel eyes lingered on the apprentice. While he would refuse to admit, the adolescent was surprisingly attractive; unfortunately, stunning looks would not provide enough defence against the mild anger that flickered behind the investigator's eyes. He despised interruptions, especially during delicate moments like dealing with a murdered little girl.
Skinny is the best definition given to Lachlan’s body as a result of the abuse he went through prior to death. A majority of his body fat has returned since he has eaten in desperate hope of at least appearing reasonable. While his ribs no longer show, his body possesses a flat stomach and little muscle tone. The amount of muscles that Lachlan does have is lower than average for a male, making him easily to overpower. His limbs are lanky and viewed a delicate with the amount of skinness they possess. Height wise, Lachlan is a little below average at a 5’7”; this combined with his skinny appearance makes him look smaller than the average male. His complexion is pale due to days spent indoors researching while little time is taken towards being outside in sunlight. Thin, pinkish marks adorn his skin, all signs of the abuse he faced in captivity in his former home. Wider marks are displayed across his back, which were the marks created from receiving the belt on numerous occasions, these are a paler white His wrists have paler colouring, the scaring being the faintest on his body and closest to his pale skin tone.
The remaining scars are a variety of sigils and elaborate lines that have a colouring that is more pink. These were used in the ritual to transform him into a reaper and remain the scars he is most sensitive about. They cover his chest and abdomen, some portions touching his sides. When it comes to Lachlan’s face, it has a surprising beautiful sense of slenderness to it. He possesses higher cheekbones that trail down to a slightly pointed chin. The flesh here has been untouched, leaving it void of any obsessive scaring unlike the remainder of his body. His blond hair is oftentimes while maintained, rarely possessing mess with the exceptions of days where he feels to low attempt tidying it or is simply distracted with work. A black headband is worn constantly to help give a cleaner appearance to his cream blond hair. His eyes possess a simple oval shape, the colouring being a bright hazel. It is noted that Lachlan rarely smiles, most tending to have a plastic appearance to them instead of genuine intent.
Clothing is a variety for Lachlan considering his self-conscious attitude makes is difficult for him to say he looks good enough at times. Despite not intending to openly display his sexuality, Lachlan will still attempt to look pleasant as instinct to get men to at least glance there way. This has resulted in Lachlan desiring variety opposed to a single type of clothing. He will frequently switch between casual, formal or even other varieties of clothing. He does, however, avoid skimpy pieces due to his sensitivity revolving around his scars and lack of muscles mass. He is more prone to clothes with long sleeves, but has been known to drift from that. There is constantly a temperature regulation bracelet around his left wrist to avoid overheating or freezing.
Necromancy --- Advanced The possibly offensive implications that the ability provided was the reason for Lachlan training it. There had to be something used to defend himself in certain situation when his emotions were preventing proper functioning of his seancing. He is capable of controlling the corpses of dead creatures, making for a variety of capabilities, however, the creature does not possess their abilities. This has allowed him to attack people by using even the smallest of animals, although, insects tend to merely pose a distraction for escape. When his energy is at its best, Lachlan can control the corpses of five humans extremely well. This has given him an incredible influence in the world of necromancy. Animals, specifically smaller ones, allow for more controlled vessels for attacking possible enemies he meets during work. Various diseases that the body may have contracted can be administered to the victim if they can be delayed via bites, scratches or general contact.
Naturally, this ability does have drawbacks to it. The more corpses under his control or the more complex movements can drain Lachlan’s energy faster. Furthermore, the decay of the body itself stays, which oftentimes results in a fragility in the creatures that are under his control. The more decayed the body is, the more difficulty that Lachlan can possess attempting attempting to control it. This can work as a double-edged sword and allow for flexibility, but this can be at the risk of the creature losing a limb.
Fear Inducement --- Intermediate Inducing fear in others is oftentimes limited to being for stunning purposes. In moments of panic, Lachlan will activate this ability in an attempt to delay the opposition. This rarely gets used as an interrogation tactic, but depending on the situation, Lachlan may also activate the ability for information. The lengths that Lachlan can reach in this ability is not very severe, mostly being limited to causing mild heart palpitations. In his case, Lachlan’s ability can not reach the degree of fear that diagnosed phobias can give somebody; he can’t do anything detrimental to another person’s life as a result of the fear. Control is the frequent questionable factor of this ability since it is prone to automatic activations. This usually occurs when Lachlan gets incredibly anxious or panicked over something since the ability has been frequently used while those emotions have been present which has caused people to hesitate in calming him or simply not attempt.
Soul Manipulation (minor) --- Intermediate Oftentimes, this ability is used in emergency situations since the effects are not permanent, although, it occasionally gets used to make somebody feel more obliged share information. This ability allows Lachlan to temporary change moral standings, which has saved him from meeting death’s axe a second time. The more strong-willed are less susceptible to the abilities effects alongside the extremely determined at times, but it can cause hesitation at times. Those who are determined to do crimes can sometimes weaken the effects of the ability. This ability does require physical contact with the other person for Lachlan to invoke it.
Seance --- Advanced Due to the numerous implications it possessed to researching crimes, Lachlan began training his seancing ability immensely. There have been multiple occasions where seancing the correct spirit has assisted in the solving of a crime. As a result of this, Lachlan can easily summon spirits to speak with him, even the more strong-willed finding difficulty resisting his call. Naturally, the more strong-willed require more energy to summon so Lachlan can speak with them as required. Summoning for the sole purpose of conversing takes the least amount of energy and depending on the attachment that Lachlan has to the spirit, can allow him to accomplish the task in numerous locations. The more a spirit favors him, the higher probability that they will answer him in other locations, although, this does require an immense amount of focus to accomplish.
Due to his capabilities in seancing, he can summon spirits to assist him in fighting. The spirits do not possess any weapons or powers from when they died, but can attack other people if Lachlan wills it. This remains one of the reasons why he attempts to get closer to the spirits who favor him is for assistance when required. Summoning them for more fighting-based purposes takes a lot more energy, especially when the number of summoned spirits exceeds 3. Below 3, Lachlan can last a maximum of an hour. He can reach a maximum of summoning 10 spirits, but the time duration lowers to a staggering 20 minutes. If Lachlan gets knocked out, the spirits disappear as a result of him being the energy supplier in the situation.
The main weaknesses of this ability remains Lachlan’s emotional state. When under emotional duress, he finds himself unable to summon the spirits since his will tends to weaker during these moments. On days where his depression is affecting him heavily, it becomes hopeless to summon the assistance of spirits. Periods of exhaustion can make summoning difficult, sometimes only limiting him to only communication based gates.
Self-sustenance --- Natural Due to constantly abusing the ability alongside his own body, Lachlan’s self-sustenance does not work to full capacity. While energy sources such as food remain unrequired, his body still requires energy retrieval or rest. This means that sleep is necessity at times to give Lachlan’s reaper body the chance to replenish energy without being pushed further by its master. Unfortunately, sleeping periods remain few, having extensive time periods between them which can negatively affect Lachlan by making him groggy or run the risk of fainting. Furthermore, this constant abuse has made his body more susceptible to illness which should be a rarity from both his self-sustenance and immortality abilities.
Other Naturals: Healing Factor (minor), Soul Sensory, Immortality
When Lachlan was born, he became the youngest of 5 siblings, 2 boys and 3 girls. Originally, Lachlan lived in Omaha, Nebraska in a rather large home. His parents were rather strict and religious family who followed the Bible’s exact words. It was their significant gospel, breaking it was viewed as the ultimate sin. Abnormal behaviour itself was heavily disliked, earning moments of shunning and neglect from other family members. The more peculiar the individual acted, the worse their treatment would become. There was never truly a moment where Lachlan felt properly treated in the household. He was the product of an affair that the mother disguised as a rape, resulting in him being viewed as horrible for being the man’s offspring. From the beginning his mother shunned him, he was merely a reminder of the atrocity she committed. His presence became something impure, his mother going lengths to believe it tainted her further. Due to this, Lachlan was treated beyond differently from the rest of his family.
Childhood was void of sibling interaction, his older brothers and sisters being mostly disinterested in him. They would ignore him, at times pretending he did not exist. This would result in them commonly pushing him out of the way, careless towards the concept of injury befalling the young boy. Whenever he got injured, his parents would merely tend to him, but not provide the comforting attention the boy required. The actions always remained unpunished, Lachlan retreating to his tiny bedroom to cry. A majority of the time, he felt there was no love within the household considering he was never provided it. Accomplishments were never praised and breaking rules was always met with harsh punishment. During these times where rules were broken, he would become familiarized with yelling and rather abusive means of punishment. There were times he was hit with a belt, demanded to stand on his tiptoes above tacks, locked in a dark closet for hours or hanged from high locations by his wrists. On rare occasions, they would hit him while yelling horrible things at the young child.
Tears filled his youthful years, the child constantly craving escape from the torment of his household. For the most part, Lachlan was miserable in his current home, resulting in him being prone to attempting to escape around the young age of 5, although, he was always brought back. Every runaway would make the abuse worse as he would be submitted to beatings, his older siblings getting the privilege to indulge in the event. A majority of the time he was isolated, oftentimes being forced to eat meals in his room. It made the delicate years of life hellish and depressing, which made it immensely difficult for him to make friends. When school began, there was still no release from the harsh torment the young boy would face. Prior to even arriving in the building of education, his older siblings had weaved a tight web of rumors to make him undesirable as a friend. They would insist that he was prone to fits of violence, sometimes even “informing” the younger kids that he tortured bugs and was planning to move onto animals. The image they painted was of a future serial killer which easily created vivid imagery in the minds of his classmates and teachers.
School years were plagued with avoidance, his teachers even approaching him in cautious manners because they feared those lies his siblings told. The school believed him to be a the spawn of something horrible instead of a little boy who only desired company. Constantly, he would feel lonesome, but the remedy remained out of reach. Inside the classroom were his only brief chances of interacting with his classmates during projects, but even those were slim. The group who was stuck with him was all work no play considering the teachers would constantly hover around them out of concern. Despite the lack of violent incidents, everybody still believed the lies. There was a sense of isolation in the verdict for Lachlan as he shortly discovered that despite the numerous individuals in the room, he felt alone. Nobody stood beside him, nor would he receive defence for false judgement, he was simply alone. The verdict was accepted at some point, taken as nature. It left the young boy believing that this confinement to loneliness was his destiny, a punishment for an unknown sin. As time progressed, Lachlan grew aloof and blunt as a result of lacking social interaction.
While most children would rush off to find their friends, Lachlan always remained alone. It caused him to officially be viewed as the weird kid, children oftentimes stating that “he doesn't play right!” as though there was a constant formula to playtime. Instead of concerning himself with others, the boy spent boring hours to himself until the age of 7. When the following grade arrived, a new teacher was in school and despite the warnings his siblings and classmates bestowed, he began interacting with Lachlan. At first, it remained as small talk which was already unfamiliar with the young blond. It never truly growed, but it left Lachlan fascinated in the strange teacher. Instead of spending time outside, he would request to remain in the room for an extra learning class which expanded his intellect immensely. Some moments were spent listening to an extended lecture from the teacher while others featured reading sessions featured around morals. Laws, justice it was all discovered in these independent learning sessions that the young boy would attend. Although, Lachlan never allowed the teacher to get too close considering that the following year he change grades; he was meant to be alone.
With the expansion of his intellect surged forth the intense ambitions to succeed in all his classes. He became an unfavorable group partner due to his critical and blunt behavior alongside the determination to create advanced projects. During moments where students would hastily run to pick partners, Lachlan would always remain still until the teacher arrived to speak with him. Nobody desired to work with him, his partners oftentimes complaining to the teacher. Eventually, Lachlan was placed into a new type of isolation where the teachers gave up attempting to get him to lower his standards and work kindly with his group. It allowed Lachlan’s extreme attention to detail, ambition and determination to flourish, making him renown for incredible projects accomplished by a single person. The grades he received were higher than his siblings, but still his parents never provided praise. It was not long until the young boy allowed his siblings to beat him home easily by taking extended routes or remaining at the school longer in order to arrive home later. Each time he arrived home, he would slip through the house similar to a ghost, arriving to his room where he would stay. It was simple, focusing on projects and school work saved him from the immense stress and sorrow of his loneliness; being a workaholic was seen as a saviour.
By age 10, Lachlan was diagnosed with insomnia since his ambitious determination he possessed would keep him up for hours working on projects, reading or extra credit assignments. Intellect was the single trait that would provide him those few moments of glory and attention, which the child craved. Accomplishing the tasks to the highest degree also provided a distraction from the constant neglect of his household. Little was done about the diagnosage, his parents never bothering to make certain the child was slumbering instead of staying awake long past bedtime. Why would they begin caring now? Thus, the young boy continued abusing his own body and would only sleep on occasion. Ultimately, Lachlan began struggling with gym class because of the manner he treated himself which caused the physical education teachers to attempt to remedy the situation. The boy’s poor physical health, which resulted in frequent trips to the nurse instead of to the gym. These sessions were designed to teach him the importance of caring for himself, but they always met deaf ears. Days progressed, the first fainting incident occurring when the young boy was walking down the hallway. The sudden dizziness overtook him, everything going black before he woke to teachers informing him to remain unmoving. After he seemed sturdy, he was taken to the nurse where his parents were called to take him home.
Their faces were plastic like people on TV shows when his parents were forced to arrive at the school to speak with the nurse. They were actors, displaying feigned affection and worry for their son. After the discussion, Lachlan was taken home where he was scolded for being a burden to the family; for having health related issues. They informed him about how weak and pathetic he was for requiring dedicated attention. Naturally, this was upsetting to Lachlan and once the “lecture” was completed, he began hiding in his room again. Without the affection of his parents after the incident, Lachlan fell into the depths of his lonesomeness. Thoughts swirled, reminding him how this was merely destiny. They progressed, becoming a new form a tormentor that insisted that affection was wasted on him. There were moments where he believed himself to be a burden, a nobody; merely a husk attempting to be a person. Worthless, unlovable, pathetic, weak, lonesome transformed into common words used to describe himself at his young, vulnerable age. The isolation was saddening, resulting in harsh self-loathing and continued to points where Lachlan was heavily self-critical. Tiny mistakes made him nervous, resulting in a self-consciousness beginning.
Around the age of 12 was when Lachlan steadily began gaining responsibility for himself, oftentimes refusing help unless absolutely necessary. The plan was simple, to escape the control of his parents the instant he became 18. The young boy worked towards getting jobs that required little to no physical activity due to his poor physical health. As time proceeded, he started taking almost any jobs that he could find and saving a majority of the money with the intent of leaving come the future. Freedom was a craving, and it began increasing heavily around when puberty hit. There was a peculiar sense of awkwardness that afflicted him whenever he was close or, on rare occasion, interacting with him. While the opposite genders flirted with one another, Lachlan stood alone and confused. Unlike all the other males in his class, he could never understand the attraction that women held. Their appearance was extremely unattractive to Lachlan, and as time progressed he began comprehending the reason behind it. The solution was simple, he found men to be attractive, which brought the conclusion of him being homosexual. Although, he was one of few homosexual students inside the school which appeared to be a death wish in some cases.
The first incident that revolved around his class resulted in one of the openly homosexual students being tortured by a group of bullies. It had been a meager walk to class when Lachlan heard the muffled screams from the students. The bullies had knives, waving them around menacingly at the young boy. Punches and kicks were constantly being thrown alongside torturous words insisting that everything about it was morally wrong; it broke the exact words of their gospel. Only for a few moments Lachlan watched in surprising, listening, insisting that it would end, but by two minutes it was still continuing. Those looks of malicious torture towards an innocent boy resulted in Lachlan accomplishing a task that he was uncertain about. The fire alarm lever was above his head, the boy reaching up and yanking it down. The bells began ringing loudly, the blond standing there for moments too long as the boys noticed him, the interrupter to the “necessary” torture. After a mere seconds, it was a short chase due to Lachlan’s weak physical state. He was slammed against the wall, the bullies bringing the knife close to his neck and threatening to end it. Initially, Lachlan thought his heroic act would bring his death, but fortune was in his favor. The teachers found them, screaming when they say the knife close to Lachlan’s throat. The bullies had pulled away, insisting that he had gone violent on them, but the security cameras proved them wrong.
Despite the actions, Lachlan still remained somebody ignored in the school. The boy he saved was taken out of the school because his parents feared him getting injured or killed. It was the correct action considering there were people who pitied the bullies, those who considered it the right action in the name of their god. When his parents were called about the incidents and brought to once again take their son home, Lachlan was scolded for the actions he took. They stated that homosexuality was vile, unholy and wrong which stung the young boy. His homophobic parents were lecturing their gay son about how a portion of himself was guilty of the “most disgusting” action. Ultimately, Lachlan found himself hiding his sexuality from the world, believing that should anybody discover his attraction towards men, he would hated and possibly killed for it. Revealing his desires for the same gender was never planned; he was meant to be alone forever. Lonesomeness was after all the verdict handed down to him ever since his birth.
Years progressed, the young boy working hard to earn enough money to escape the haunting grasp of his parents. Witnessing the crimes that occurred in his school sparked a requirement for justice, thus, with his immense intelligence he worked towards gaining numerous scholarships. He worked towards getting into a school in Newfoundland, Canada in the city of Lorsette, which was successful. Criminology alongside various other courses aimed towards assisting him to become an investigator were taken; there was also consideration to his poor physical health. There were no qualms or farewells when Lachlan left home, finally feeling the breath of freedom that he had heavily craved. As planned at the mere age of 12, he had managed to move out by the age of 18 to live in the student housing. While working on his studies, Lachlan began working towards getting papers arranged for his citizenship in order to stay in Canada, away from his family. The process was tedious, but gradually he was getting accepted into the country. After two years of education, Lachlan began doing his own personal investigations of crime scenes and areas frequented to crimes due to an outstanding curiosity.
A majority of time, there were very few incidents of the young man finding himself in harm’s way. The 20 year old intellect found himself capable of observing the various scenes, some even being featured around terror and assembly based attacks. Eventually, this ended bringing the young man into a troublesome situation. A late night walk alone was bound to end horribly, Lachlan being pulled into an alleyway and knocked out by a group of masked individuals. Everything was blur of movement at first, Lachlan waking up in a dark room restrained, gagged and intoxicated with some sort of drug. He felt dizzy, unable to focus properly while he sat in the foreboding silence of the dark room. There were noises, the scuffling of feet on a hard floor alongside the hushed voices of people conversing in a whisper. Faces were hidden, the young man finding incredible difficulty remembering the detailing of the masks that haunted him, scrutinizing him while they mumbled to one another. Fear coursed through Lachlan’s veins, heightening as the drugs wore off. Once the effects began diminishing, he struggled against his bindings, discovering that it was impossible to free himself. During the course of his unconsciousness, he was beaten and abused possibly for their own twisted enjoyment.
The knives arrived after that, thin and covered in a substance that burned the freshly inflicted wounds to his delicate flesh. Immediately, he screamed and squirmed, but the fellons were prepared and injected a substance in his veins. The ability to resist receded as his struggling was decreased to a meager twitching or feeble movements. The effects of the drugs failed to numb the immense pain, Lachlan unable to even scream while the masked individuals carved symbols and markings onto his skin. Every second, Lachlan desired the opportunity to scream, but it was never granted. Day progressed, the young man never receiving decent food and only being given a meager amount of to avoid dehydration. The markings were constantly re-opened, never being able to fully heal from the afflictions of his tormentors. Days passed, the young growing thinner as time continued until finally the day arrived when he was blindfolded and forced to kneel. Unfamiliar words were muttered, the variety of drugs making it difficult for him to concentrated on what was being spoken. There was singular, sharp pain and a horrible sensation until everything faded. After a few days, Lachlan’s body was discovered in a rundown warehouse in the outskirts of Lorsette, his murderers nowhere insight and no leads being discovered.
There was a numbing darkness, everything feeling like he had woken from a deep slumber. The world around him was a monotone canvas as he laid on the cold floor. Initially, his body refused to move as his mind attempted to focus on the world around him. A voice was speaking, foreign, but still possessing an oddly chilling edge. Eventually, he was capable of sitting up in the greyscale room where a single individual remained. The appearance was familiar to the numerous books that revolved around him, the tales told by the numerous undead species that returned from the realm. Gradually, the young man arrived to the conclusion of being in the realm of Purgatory, the realm that belonged to this individual. Thanatos, in his godly glory had eyes staring at him while he moved closer. The words he spoke, invoking the young man’s name as he explained the situation. The explanation was simple, he was cursed, bound to return to the ugly world he was familiar with as a reaper. It was a chilling verdict, the man pleading to remain in death’s embrace opposed to facing the horrors that plagued his life on earth. Unfortunately, the pieces were set in place and his soul was removed from Purgatory and returned to his body.
The cold table that the body was placed on with plans for autopsy was where Lachlan groggily awoken. There were morgue specialists prepared to begin working, but the sudden panic from the presumed dead startled them. Clothing was fetched alongside a medical team to do an assessment on the man’s health after returning from the haunting realm of Purgatory. Few words were traded, Lachlan possessing no information about his captors due to the mysterious nature of his captivity. It meant the crime was likely to become unpunished because of the enigmatic circumstances that surrounded the murder. After days of recuperation, Lachlan returned to school with a new determination to discover the perpetrators of his own murder. His new species assisted greatly in the verdict since he no longer required sleep or food, but unfortunately this did not last. Constantly, Lachlan would push his body beyond the brinking point which ultimate resulted in a form of abusing his energy. Resting was unnecessary, he needed to work in hopes of getting closer to the conclusion and distracting himself from the depression harbouring inside his mind. The lack of resting lashed out against him, causing the young reaper’s body to face a unique type of harm.
The energy provided by his self-sustenance was unable to replace the expended energy, resulting in doctors stating that Lachlan was required to sleep to make certain that the energy was replenished. They gave him sleeping pills, informing the young man that he was required to take them. However, sleep meant nightmares and his body prior managed to work with very little sleep, thus he pushed himself to points of exhaustion. The random fainting episodes began again, but each doctor visit and lecture met deaf ears as the student continued working on his studies and attempting to solve his murder. He was determined, ambitious and ignorant to medical advice. Gradually, the pills began stacking up since Lachlan began neglecting his other medications due to constantly getting distracted with more “important” things. By the age of 22, he was successful in the numerous classes that assisted in allowing him to become a private investigator. Between his work on his personal case, Lachlan began solving the various crimes that would be given from those who required the attention. He excelled in the occupation despite his rather aloof disposition, shortly becoming a reputable investigator.
Ten years have passed since his death, and despite the trails leading to dead end, Lachlan continues to search while assisting the numerous people of Lorsette with the crimes that plague the city. His home has transformed into a mess of notes based around crimes in hopes of helping others alongside distracting himself from his depression. No attempts have been made to try and make friends considering his cynical train of thought has brought difficulties to trust and increased the belief of him being meant to be alone.
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- Likes: Books (mostly mystery novels), quiet places, candles, spirits, talking with ghosts, solving cases, puzzles, watching, work, ambient music, strategy games, trivia, tea, good dreams, writing, independence - Dislikes: Being yelled at, idiocy, heavily crowded places, sickness, headaches, stress, being unable to work, nightmares, sweets, cats, allergies, knives/daggers, sad music, being unable to find answers, being alone, his family, arrogance, being ignored, neglect, burdening others, how easily flustered he is, criminals - Fears: His family, death, abuse, being alone forever, being tortured, drugs/poisons - Lachlan is an in the closet homosexual. Nobody knows he is gay and he has no plans to tell anybody. Although, some people notice since Lachlan gets very nervous when men flirt with him. - Before he died, Lachlan was a powerful warlock. He still possesses some of his older tomes. - It is common for Lachlan to work constantly in order not to feel the depressed emotions he possesses. He is prone to moments where he will merely curl up somewhere and be silent. This oftentimes occurs when he is extremely upset or simply having a low day. This is another reason he distances himself from others. - Lachlan is an intense workaholic, rarely taking breaks to be separated from work. Due to this, leisure time is almost nonexistent with the exception of perhaps and hour or two. - He has a minor allergy to cats. Around cats, he is prone to feeling congested, sneezing, coughing, itchiness and hives. This can occur around those who shift into feline creatures, but when the person is in human form the effects are more mild. - Despite being adjusted to the lonesome life, Lachlan despises it. It gives him too much time to ponder the negatives of life, which can result in his low days being more frequent. - He became a workaholic as a remedy for his depression. He constantly tries to distract himself with work, exhausting himself to points where people have been incredible concerned about his health. There have been several reports of fainting episodes from Lachlan. This has left his home littered with doctor’s notes insisting he should rest more. - Commonly when he sleeps, he can get horrible nightmares. It is one of the reasons he attempts to avoid it at all costs. - Lachlan is unaware that his mother actually cheated on her husband. - Oftentimes, Lachlan will refuse to get help from others because he has a fierce independence. - Numerous medical pills litter his home which include: sleeping pills, antidepressants, allergy medication and energy supplements. How often he consumes them is questionable, but is believed to be less frequently than he should. - Lachlan is still prone to moments of self-loathing. - He sometimes assists the TRS in finding Assembly members or snuffing out possible Assembly members he discovered during his investigations.
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☆ NAME Chibi Magician
☆ RP EXPERIENCE About 7 years
☆ TIMEZONE central
☆ GENDER female
☆ AGE nineteen
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
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