Post by Secrets on Aug 10, 2010 18:43:23 GMT -5
Lance Robinson.
Name. Lance Robinson
Nickname(s). Lance, Robinson, ‘Robinhood’
Age. Twenty-nine years
Gender. Male
Species. Golden Eagle
Appearance. As a human, Lance was a classic American guy. He was 5 foot 9 inches tall, of average size and frame, with a strong build. His eyes were brown, as was his hair, which fell in an unruly mop across his forehead and slightly into his eyes unless he spiked it, as he occasionally did for parties and such.
Lance’s bird self looks little like his usual self, though among Golden Eagles he is a common sight. His beak is yellow and tipped with black, obviously the beak of a bird of prey. He has eyes colored somewhere between yellow and brown, resulting in a penetrating gold tone. His feathers are mostly a dark, rich shade of chocolate brown, though he has a golden crown and nape with some irregular light patterning on his wings. Legs – also feathered in brown – end in great talons, yellow-skinned with black claws. His wingspan measures just under 100inches.
Personality. Lance is a pretty easy-going guy. He wasn’t the brainiac of the group, but he was smart (his high school grades never dipped below a B). He had a knack for building things and figuring out how they worked, thus excelled at his position as an engineer. A classic boy, he was into cars and football, with the occasional game of baseball or soccer. He had a close group of friends, all of whom were into different things. There was the video-game nerd, the sports fanatic, and the player. All of them managed to get along despite their differences, with Lance as ‘leader.’ It was from these friends that he received his nickname, Robinhood.
The nickname fit Lance. He always stuck up for those with fewer privileges them himself and frequently donated to charities and such when he had the time and spare money. He volunteered at food banks and became a well-known man for his constant attention to poverty. He never went to quite the extreme of stealing to give, but would argue his point if need be.
History. Lance was born in Kentucky, the youngest of four children – three boys and a girl. His family was a relatively wealthy one, and he enjoyed a stable childhood in which his engineering qualities were encouraged. At eighteen, he went off to attend college in California, at the California Polytechnic State University, otherwise known as Cal Poly. There he met his best friends and graduated with them at twenty-one before returning to his hometown for a year or so.
Thus he met Ella, the beautiful blonde Minnesotan visiting Kentucky for the same reasons as Lance. The two fell in love and Lance returned to California to start up a new life with her. He took on a job as an engineer and Ella a teacher, and their lives were content. Though they never did get to marry, they acted as a married couple would. It was the high point in Lance’s life. But their happiness was short-lived. Ella was diagnosed with LAM(Lymphangioleiomyomatosis), an incurable lung disease believed to be caused by a genetic mutation. Although they gave her oxygen and a lung transplant, Ella died when Lance was twenty-three, just two years after they had met.
A heartbroken Lance began to fade out. His friends called him and constantly visited, but Lance showed no signs of improvement. Two years later, at twenty-five, he returned to his hometown. In a familiar environment he began to return to his own self, slowly and carefully, and his family rejoiced. His old buddies in California flew down to visit him, and everything seemed – for the moment – to be back to normal.
However, one tragedy followed another. At twenty-seven he suffered the loss of his father to a heart attack. To the astonishment of everyone around him, the steadily improving Lance collapsed into a depression worse than ever before. There was nothing that could be done. His friends and family tried to get him to visit a doctor; when he refused they brought a doctor to him. The doctor supplied pills to ease the depression, but after a while their effects wore off. Looking for some sort of relief, Lance turned to drinking. He wasted away, staying in his room practically all the time and constantly drinking strong ales, beers, spirits: anything he could get his hands on. He even tried smoking, but his sporty friend put that to a stop before it could get any worse than two cigarettes a day.
He couldn’t, however, stop the drinking. It forced his mother to quit buying alcohol and forbidding anyone to bring such things into her house. Without his temporary painkiller, Lance began to consider ways to end his life to be with Ella again. He thought about it all: pills, guns, jumping off a bridge. In the end he staggered to the garage, into the car and drove to a bar. There he drank until he vomited and passed out.
When Lance came to, he was sprawled on the floor. The cleaner was telling him to leave so he could close the bar. Still woozy, Lance staggered to the car and drove home.
During the 15 minute drive, Lance’s nausea faded and he was possessed with self-hatred. He stank of beer and – when looking in a mirror – discovered he had bags under his eyes, dark against his pale, clammy skin. His hair had grown to an unruly length and his eyes adopted a crazed look. He hated himself, he hated life, and he hated the world for taking Ella away from him. He took a detour to a bridge and got out of the car.
Staring down at the rapids beneath, Lance was filled with a sense of exhilaration. It would be so easy to jump, hit the water and leave the living world. He would see Ella again. Ignoring the shouts of passing drivers, Lance climbed onto the edge and leaped, bracing himself for the fall that would come.
His eyes shut and he hit the water at such a velocity it felt like concrete. The current carried him along, battering him from side to side, and he didn’t even try to fight. The only image in his head was that of Ella’s face, and with that last thought in mind Lance died.
Name. Lance Robinson
Nickname(s). Lance, Robinson, ‘Robinhood’
Age. Twenty-nine years
Gender. Male
Species. Golden Eagle
Appearance. As a human, Lance was a classic American guy. He was 5 foot 9 inches tall, of average size and frame, with a strong build. His eyes were brown, as was his hair, which fell in an unruly mop across his forehead and slightly into his eyes unless he spiked it, as he occasionally did for parties and such.
Lance’s bird self looks little like his usual self, though among Golden Eagles he is a common sight. His beak is yellow and tipped with black, obviously the beak of a bird of prey. He has eyes colored somewhere between yellow and brown, resulting in a penetrating gold tone. His feathers are mostly a dark, rich shade of chocolate brown, though he has a golden crown and nape with some irregular light patterning on his wings. Legs – also feathered in brown – end in great talons, yellow-skinned with black claws. His wingspan measures just under 100inches.
Personality. Lance is a pretty easy-going guy. He wasn’t the brainiac of the group, but he was smart (his high school grades never dipped below a B). He had a knack for building things and figuring out how they worked, thus excelled at his position as an engineer. A classic boy, he was into cars and football, with the occasional game of baseball or soccer. He had a close group of friends, all of whom were into different things. There was the video-game nerd, the sports fanatic, and the player. All of them managed to get along despite their differences, with Lance as ‘leader.’ It was from these friends that he received his nickname, Robinhood.
The nickname fit Lance. He always stuck up for those with fewer privileges them himself and frequently donated to charities and such when he had the time and spare money. He volunteered at food banks and became a well-known man for his constant attention to poverty. He never went to quite the extreme of stealing to give, but would argue his point if need be.
History. Lance was born in Kentucky, the youngest of four children – three boys and a girl. His family was a relatively wealthy one, and he enjoyed a stable childhood in which his engineering qualities were encouraged. At eighteen, he went off to attend college in California, at the California Polytechnic State University, otherwise known as Cal Poly. There he met his best friends and graduated with them at twenty-one before returning to his hometown for a year or so.
Thus he met Ella, the beautiful blonde Minnesotan visiting Kentucky for the same reasons as Lance. The two fell in love and Lance returned to California to start up a new life with her. He took on a job as an engineer and Ella a teacher, and their lives were content. Though they never did get to marry, they acted as a married couple would. It was the high point in Lance’s life. But their happiness was short-lived. Ella was diagnosed with LAM(Lymphangioleiomyomatosis), an incurable lung disease believed to be caused by a genetic mutation. Although they gave her oxygen and a lung transplant, Ella died when Lance was twenty-three, just two years after they had met.
A heartbroken Lance began to fade out. His friends called him and constantly visited, but Lance showed no signs of improvement. Two years later, at twenty-five, he returned to his hometown. In a familiar environment he began to return to his own self, slowly and carefully, and his family rejoiced. His old buddies in California flew down to visit him, and everything seemed – for the moment – to be back to normal.
However, one tragedy followed another. At twenty-seven he suffered the loss of his father to a heart attack. To the astonishment of everyone around him, the steadily improving Lance collapsed into a depression worse than ever before. There was nothing that could be done. His friends and family tried to get him to visit a doctor; when he refused they brought a doctor to him. The doctor supplied pills to ease the depression, but after a while their effects wore off. Looking for some sort of relief, Lance turned to drinking. He wasted away, staying in his room practically all the time and constantly drinking strong ales, beers, spirits: anything he could get his hands on. He even tried smoking, but his sporty friend put that to a stop before it could get any worse than two cigarettes a day.
He couldn’t, however, stop the drinking. It forced his mother to quit buying alcohol and forbidding anyone to bring such things into her house. Without his temporary painkiller, Lance began to consider ways to end his life to be with Ella again. He thought about it all: pills, guns, jumping off a bridge. In the end he staggered to the garage, into the car and drove to a bar. There he drank until he vomited and passed out.
When Lance came to, he was sprawled on the floor. The cleaner was telling him to leave so he could close the bar. Still woozy, Lance staggered to the car and drove home.
During the 15 minute drive, Lance’s nausea faded and he was possessed with self-hatred. He stank of beer and – when looking in a mirror – discovered he had bags under his eyes, dark against his pale, clammy skin. His hair had grown to an unruly length and his eyes adopted a crazed look. He hated himself, he hated life, and he hated the world for taking Ella away from him. He took a detour to a bridge and got out of the car.
Staring down at the rapids beneath, Lance was filled with a sense of exhilaration. It would be so easy to jump, hit the water and leave the living world. He would see Ella again. Ignoring the shouts of passing drivers, Lance climbed onto the edge and leaped, bracing himself for the fall that would come.
His eyes shut and he hit the water at such a velocity it felt like concrete. The current carried him along, battering him from side to side, and he didn’t even try to fight. The only image in his head was that of Ella’s face, and with that last thought in mind Lance died.