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Post by wesley on Oct 24, 2011 22:24:50 GMT -5
LINCOLN; WESLEY ; MEISTER
Name: Wesley P. Lincoln
Nickname: Lee, Wes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Meister
Position: Student
Class: One-Star
Partner: Mei Fu Yin
A Strong Body
Picture: Muh-muh-my picture!
Appearance: Wesley is very boyish-looking, with curly blonde hair and green eyes. He hasn’t quite grown into his body despite being 17, and is tall and lean. However, he has a fair bit of muscle despite being thin, mostly in his arms. He's in good shape, and although he's not overly buff and doesn’t have a six-pack, he's fit. Wes has a round face and can usually be seen sporting a huge smile. He has long fingers, perfect for playing the guitar, and his nails are suspiciously well-kept. His hair is crazy and curly, never styled, and falls into his face. He brushes it out of his eyes quite a lot. He’s too scared to get a real tattoo, so he draws potential ideas on his feet, like keys, guitars, birds, etc. They’re very simple and often he doesn’t wait for the ink to dry so a lot of his socks have odd ink splotches on them. It’s easy to tell his emotions – his face is an open book, and he’s a rotten liar. One look at him and you can probably tell what he’s thinking or feeling.
Wes tends to dress fairly conservatively and simply. A usual outfit consists of a pair of nice slacks and a blazer, usually in light colors like blue or white. He adds a tie and a sweater-vest when he's feeling fancy. If you catch him on a very casual day, it's a solid-colored shirt and jeans. He will never wear that to school, though, preferring to dress down only when he's at home on weekends. He's more comfortable in button-downs. He occasionally wears reading glasses, but his eyesight isn’t so bad to necessitate wearing them all the time – in fact, he mostly wears them to look cooler and smarter. On his feet are nondescript, generic shoes that keep his feet dry and covered. A good bit of his clothing is hand-me-downs from Norman and Antole, although his older brothers are thicker around than him so sweaters, etc. are a bit baggy on Wes.
Height: Five feet ten inches ( 5’10” )
Weight: One hundred and forty-six pounds ( 146 lbs. )
Fighting Style: Not so much a fighter as someone who's good at surviving, Wesley grew up the youngest boy among four siblings. His older brothers, Antole and Norman, loved to beat him up and often they would wrestle and hit each other with sticks. Wesley's younger sister, Dimona, was especially good at hitting people with sticks and often won play-fights - so much that her older brothers learned that to challenge her meant some hideous bruising. Wesley got very good at wiggling away and defending himself, but he has had no official training in any martial art. He’s comfortable in a fighting environment.
Personality: To summarize Wesley, think of a puppy. An adorable puppy, fluffy and cute and seemingly harmless. Now, imagine you make that puppy mad and it stabs you in the arm.
Wesley is rather like that. You'd think that he's incredibly sweet and kind - and you'd be right, mostly. He's the kind of guy who likes making friends and goes out of his way to say "hello" to new folks. He likes trying new things, and has a thirst for adventure. Art is a passion of his, although he's rotten at it, and music is his first love (and this he's rather good at). Wesley is incredibly tolerant of people, and although he usually follows the rules, he feels no guilt over bending them to suit his own purposes - he would never do anything downright illegal, but a minor infraction here and there probably won't kill anyone. He's fairly realistic, although he's often prone to flights of fancy. You’d be hard pressed to find things that scare him, although it’s easy to surprise or shock Wesley.
But don't make the mistake to think that he's soft or passive or weak. Wesley may be a largely laid-back guy, but he acts on his gut and he hits hard. He's tougher than he appears, but leaps before he looks and often gets himself into trouble because he's impatient and spontaneous. He doesn't think things through all the way at all. He's quick to anger, but quick to placate. It's easy to make him see reason, and although he may not like it, he's not over-competitive and accepts criticism well. He may listen to advice, but often chooses not to take it if he feels that it's not applicable. He's unconventional, preferring to think not only outside the box, but inside and over and sometimes the box will go on someone's head - whatever works best to fit the situation. He’s not the best when it comes to planning, but he’s good on the spot and thinks quickly despite being average in school and intelligence .
Inside the Soul
Abilities: Soul Perception – From the Soul Eater Wiki: “By focusing on an individual soul, a skilled Soul Perception practitioner can actually 'read' a soul and make accurate judgments about the person's characteristics, personality and Soul Wavelength. Knowing the Wavelength of a soul can allow a skilled meister to match or disrupt the opponent's Wavelength in or outside of combat, making it a valuable skill in analyzing the opponent.”
Wesley’s radius is fairly big for a beginner – his radius is about 300 feet in any direction, although at about 200 feet his perception becomes fuzzy and he cannot accurately make out the type of soul – he has about a 50% chance of seeing it correctly. He is much more accurate at close distances, at around 100 feet or less.
Resonances: N/A
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
- Physically strong
- High stamina
- Hard hitter
- High endurance
Weaknesses:
- Slow on his feet
- Poor reaction time
- Not strategic
- Not very intelligent
Hobbies:
- Exercising: To get out of his house when he was younger, he began biking and jogging as an excuse to avoid his family when they were being loud. He realized that he liked it, and he runs every day at least to keep in shape. He’s not very fast, but he’s good at long distance. When he can, he also likes to swim, rock climb, and tree climb.
- Singing: Wesley has always loved music, ever since he was small. Because he doesn’t stutter when he sings, it’s one of his favorite hobbies to strum a guitar (badly) and sing along (less badly). He is near-constantly listening to music, or thinking about music, or talking about music. He loves singing, and when he thinks of a song or if someone mentions one that he knows, he’ll usually sing a few bars.
- Music: Not only does he sing a bit, Wesley is equally incompetent at many instruments: piano, guitar, kazoo, recorder, and ukulele to be specific. He can read music and makes up his own songs (although they’re usually horrible cheesy and badly written. He likes them anyways.)
- Doodling: Wesley isn’t a serious artist. He enjoys scribbling and doodling in the margins, sometimes on his arms and feet, but he isn’t very good and knows it. He does it simply because it’s fun and he needs something to do with his hands. Often it’s stick figures. He doesn’t mind and doesn’t make any attempt to improve because he’s more interested in auditory art.
Likes:
- Music
- Attractive ladies
- Comedies
- The theater
- Summertime
- Being busy, having things to do
- The colors orange, white, and yellow
- Weird calendars (e.g. Cats in Sweaters, A Year Of Oddly-Shaped Vegetables)
- When people don’t make fun of his calendar collection
- Funny cat videos
- Makeouts
Dislikes:
- When he forgets his glasses and he sits in the back row (squinting for hours gives him a headache)
- Medical dramas
- When the people he loves are in danger
- His middle name (hence the abbreviation to P.)
- Being left out of things
- Coffee
- Fake watermelon flavor, like in Jolly Ranchers
- Winter / being cold
- His stutter
- When people make fun of his calendar collection / speech impediment
- Grievous bodily harm
Aspirations: Of course, getting his partner to DeathScythe is a first priority. After that, he wants to maybe do music for a living, and overall he wants to get rid of his stutter for good.
History: Jared and Igone Lincoln had four kids, one of which was Wesley. The third born, he grew up in a fairly normal household - lived his whole life in Death City, and since his parents were both from long lines of Meisters, it was obvious that Wesley would follow in their footsteps and go to Shibusen as Meisters as well. The household was fairly large - four children, two parents, one grandmother everyone called Nana. Igone's mother, she lived with the Lincoln family because her health was failing. She mostly stays in bed and watches daytime television. Back in the day, she was a meister as well, and even got her Weapon to DeathScythe - and married him! But he died of cancer when Wesley was only two, and since then she has been living in Antole's old room (he moved out to live on his own with his Weapon / Girlfriend).
Wesley's childhood was normal, for his family - in preparation for wielding a weapon, his father gave each child a wooden sword to swing around. Norman found that he was more comfortable punching and kicking directly (and often practiced on his younger siblings), so although their father meant well, it usually turned into a melee of Norman flailing, Antole holding him down when Norman got tired, and Wesley and Dimona taking turns whacking poor Norman with the swords. Despite the rather violent playtime they had, the four siblings got a long fairly well (although they did argue quite a bit and disagreed on nearly everything).
Antole, four years older than Wes, was the first to attend, and later Norman (the second born and a year older than Wesley) followed. When it was Wesley's turn, he was not so much excited as sort of fine with it. It wasn't a surprise to him or anyone that he'd attend, and being raised on stories of kishin eggs and insanity meant that he went into the school knowing pretty well what he'd have to do.
Extra Notes: Lee was a kid when his stutter developed – at about three years old, when his younger sister Dimona was born. He was teased about it quite a lot at the elementary school levels, but living in a small town meant that he went to school with a lot of the same people, who quickly got used to his speech impediment. People still teased him, of course, but his easygoing nature and devil-may-care attitude meant that most insults slid off and he was largely unaffected by them.
It’s a mild stutter, usually. When Lee gets embarrassed, frustrated, afraid, guilty, or angry, his stutter becomes much worse, to the point where it is nearly impossible for him to talk. However, in comfortable situations and when around people he knows, his stutter is much less severe and his speech becomes sloppy.
Like many people with stutters, his singing is unimpeded. Wesley mostly sings because he doesn't stutter when he does so, but also loves to (although his voice is far from the best, it fits most indie rock fairly well, which is good because he's crap at guitar and this way he can claim it's avant-garde.)
Behind the Strings
Alias: Kat
Other characters: None so far
Face Claim: Shinomiya Natsuki/Satsuki from Uta No☆Prince-Sama♪ Maji Love 1000%
RP Sample: “BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BA BA BA BA BEEEP BEEP BE BE BEEEP BA-“
Wesley slammed his hand into the alarm clock, wincing as he blinked awake. The clock cheerfully glowed 8:05 AM at him, casting greenish light over the messy sleeping area. Yawning and rolling/shifting to a sitting position, Wesley let his legs dangle off the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, staring at the closed venetian blinds.
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BA BA BA BA BEEEP BEEP-“
Starting and slamming his hands back on the alarm clock, Wesley scowled at the snooze alarm.
A small, pointed face peeked in from around his doorframe. “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss, Mom wants to know if you’re going to get up anytime soon.” Dimona Lincoln was twelve and had the maturity and mouth of a thirty-year old soldier. She stared at her older brother blandly. “She’s making waffles.”
Wesley rubbed his face with his hands and exhaled loudly. “Di, I juh-just got up. Gimme a sec, would y-y-you?”
His sister sniffed, disappearing back into the hall. Wesley dressed quickly, walking into the kitchen five minutes later. His mother was, in fact, making waffles, but Antole and Norman had gotten a head start and were already lining up for seconds. Hearing Wesley's approach, Igone Lincoln turned and beamed at her youngest son.
"There you are, sleepyhead! Since it's your first day at Shibusen, I've made you a special breakfast." She smacked Norman's hand away from the plate of fresh waffles, instead picking them up and placing them before Wesley.
"I never got waffles," Norman muttered darkly. He was a year older than Wesley and was by far the most outspoken of the quartet of Lincoln children.
Antole nudged him and reached for another waffle (Wesley had already helped himself to two). "Don't worry. If you actually do something worth celebrating maybe-"
"What do you mean, if-"
"Who cares! Waffles!" Diamona exclaimed, happily pouring syrup over her own breakfast.
Wesley just chewed his food and watched, slightly glad he'd be out of the house at school. He loved his family, but the quiet hours he could snatch in between arguments were rare and anyways he was really looking forward to-
Norman's nasally voice interrupted Wesley's thoughts.
"I bet your weapon partner will be something stupid, like an umbrella."
Antole rolled his eyes and clapped Wesley on the shoulder. "Don't listen to that idiot, Wes. You're going to get a weapon that's probably cuter and smarter than his dumb boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend-"
Wesley, Dimona, and Mrs. Lincoln all watched as the scuffle broke out, each rolling their eyes and returning to their food.
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Post by The Sidhe on Oct 25, 2011 15:26:16 GMT -5
Feel free to begin role playing with this character whenever you wish.
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