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Lammy LeBlanche; Mysterious Michevious Magus
Topic Started: Jul 3 2014, 04:41 AM (147 Views)
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Character Name: Lammy LeBlanche

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Type: Mischievous Magus Soul

Partnered? No

Image: If applicable.

Clothing and description:

Though male in gender, Lammy is graced with a much more feminine, sexy appearance that has embellished the front covers of countless fashion magazines, and left many with racing pulses. He is very skilled at giving well-timed winks and witty lines that are sure to take everyone’s breathe way. His soft lips and bright eyes take center stage on his porcelain-skinned face, and his small waistline accents his slender body and hips, giving them a slightly curvy look. The bangs of his brown hair sweep across to lightly kiss his thin brow, with the sides reaching down and curving slightly. He stands at 5'8", but usually appears much taller considering his aptitude for wearing heels.

As for clothing, Lammy is not afraid to adorn more womanly garments; particularly blouses, leggings, and heeled shoes, and often wears these sorts of clothes in combination with jackets, cartoon graphic t-shirts, sweaters, sweater vests, overall shorts, suspenders, etc. If you name it, Lammy has probably worn it, or is wearing it right now; and better than you ever could.

After his Magus Soul Transformation, Lammy appears wearing a long, black, two-tailed jacket in a similar style to a duster or trench coat; complete with an oversized flap around the shoulders and the back, the sides of which are loosely connected via thin silver chains, and work well to frame his light pink bow tie between the collar of the coat. The cuffs of the short-sleeved button-up he wears underneath the jacket fit slightly over their rolled-up sleeves, while separate, sleek black sleeves run their way down each arm. Iconic white gloves fit daintily over each hand, while tight black holster suspenders clip to his slim dark pants. A black cummerbund fits around his slim waist, and he walks gracefully on high-heeled tap shoes.
The outfit is sometimes worn with thick black shades for maximum cool, though it’s not like Lammy hasn’t already achieved that status anyway.

History:

Though French in origin, the LeBlanche family line has dominated the upper social circles of the United Kingdom for many generations with their glamorous, impeccable sense of style, flourishing finances, and stunning success. However, the history of their fame and fortune is rather ambiguous; it’s anyone’s best guess, really. While some believe their wealth is the result of noble history, financial investment, and excellent entrepreneurship, rumors exists of more scandalous origins, involving blackmail schemes, gambling, and other sorts of foul play. But at the end of the day, it is best to say that the LeBlanches are, simply put, “More glamorous than you could ever hope to be beyond your wildest dreams”, and to leave it at that. 22 years ago, the current head of the family, Linus von LeBlanche, (a businessman, who inherited the family’s fortune from his father, Lawrence, who inherited his family’s fortune from his father, Ludwig, and so on) conceived a child with his darling Lorelei, an actress, with whom which he was dreadfully in love, and 9 months later (give or take), their only son was brought into the world. He did not cry; he merely smiled, and the whole hospital seemed to fawn over him. He was a very beautiful baby after all.

However, one should not expect such high class, well-paid individuals to simply put a hold on their careers in order to embark on the dangerous and time-consuming quest of childrearing. Such a task is much better left to the maids and nannies and butlers, after all. So while his parent continued to drown themselves in their own success, Lammy was raised by the staff of his estate as a fearless, dashing young man. His manners were proper, and his words well-spoken. Who knows what sort of shivering cry baby he would have become if always doted on by his parents at every beck and call? In fact, Lammy had very little contact with his folks at a young age; the only time they ever seemed to interact with him was when they were dragging him off to attend some sort of garden tea party or other social event to be showboated around, where party goers would stop and stare to admire the young boy’s intense beauty and charismatic mannerisms.

When not left in the company of a private tutor or employee of the estate, Lammy was left to find entertainment for himself, which the television seemed ample in ability to supply with cartoons in particular. For hours he would watch the ceaseless cat and mouse chases and comedic exploits of the characters on screen, fascinated with their ability to dance and dodge their way around opponents much larger in size than were, and always come out on top smiling. For many nights he would dream of embarking on his own cartoony adventures, and began to adopt many of the same traits he saw such characters portray.

When he was still very young, his mother decided to do her best to steer him towards the high rise life of a celebrity; modeling, acting, singing, dancing; the works. While his family’s fame helped kick start his career as a child star, it would have likely met a swift end had Lammy not discovered he had quite a knack for show business. He was charming, witty, and very sociable for his age, and his rather feminine figure made him quite popular on the runway. His life as an idol continued for many years, during which he learned to sing, dance, and act, and starred in numerous fashion shows, theatrical productions, TV shows, and cinema. But Lammy longed for more; the life of celebrity was an exciting one, sure, but he craved something else. As a boy, he had often seen kids his age pick fights with each other on the street, and the idea in engaging in such bouts himself inspired him to seek out London’s underground fighting circuit of bare-knuckle boxing and other forms of martial arts. Who says you can’t be pretty and kick ass at the same time?

Though the fighters he came across would at first scoff at him, a few determined words from the boy and a charming wink were all that was needed to get them to train and spar with him, and over the years, Lammy became familiar with several styles of fighting, including savate, Muay Thai, aikido, and Capoeria. However, in order to keep his face and body in shape for modeling and television, Lammy learned how to effectively dodge and counter the attacks of his opponents, dancing gracefully out of harm’s way only to return full force with a brutal uppercut to the jaw or sharp kick to the ribs. Using his combat prowess, Lammy would often seek out schoolyard bullies or young ruffians, challenging them to fights, and slipping away before the authorities arrived whilst his opponent lay sprawled on the concrete.

Fortune and fame was his. Lammy continued to balance his love of fighting with his modeling and acting career until he was around 16 years of age, when his life took a turn for the unexpected. That Thursday had been particularly successful for him; he had finished with the filming of a couple of scenes for his latest role in an action drama a little earlier than expected, which had given him enough time to slip downtown and get into a few sparring matches with some of his fighting buddies. As usually, he had won. A light drizzle was falling through the fog that evening, and Lammy had only the streetlamps to guide him as he made his way through the alleyways of London on his way home. Suddenly, the young man felt a presence coming from behind him, and when he turned to see who was there, a shadowy man sporting a cabbie hat and wielding a box cutter sprang towards him. Lammy stepped coolly out of the way of the man’s arcing slash, but felt a slicing pain sear through his upper torso. The man’s blade had cut across the middle of his chest, inches away from his heart. Maintaining his cool, Lammy gracefully kicked the knife from the man’s clenched grip before delivering a fierce right hook to the left side of his face. Dropping the unconscious assailant off at the nearest police precinct, Lammy hurried home to stop the bleeding, and went to bed that night feeling rather weary. Very, very weary. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep, dream-inducing slumber.

Darkness engulfed him. Everything was black; an eerie silence shimmered through the air. Lammy felt was though he had been walking for ages. Were his steps even taking him anywhere? Suddenly, a white light flickered in the distance. The young man’s pace was slow, at first, but as he realized he was getting closer, he began to hurry. As the space between him and the light seemed to be growing smaller and smaller, Lammy had began to sprint. In fact, he had never run faster. Soon, the source of the light became clear: an ancient-looking television amongst a small garden of white roses. Curious, Lammy crouched down to inspect it; perhaps if he fiddled with some of the knobs? But as he reached his right hand towards the dials, a gloved hand stretched from the television screen, grabbing him by the wrist, and pulling him inside. Everything went white. He felt like he was falling. He blinked.

Good to see ya’ again, kid. Still remember how to use one of these?” He was crouched down behind a steel crate, a large one; the sound of bullets slammed rhythmically against the opposite side
Looking down, a small, stout cartoonish wolf thrusts a snub-nosed revolver into his hands. “C’mon, just pull the hammer, aim, and shoot. Real basic stuff.” He explains gruffly before spitting out the oversized cigar he was smoking on to open fire on whomever, or whatever was shooting at them. Lammy nods. Timing his movements with the volley of bullets, he peeks above the crate to get a clear shot on their attackers, and is greeted by the wolfish stares and wily sneers of jet-black skinned, gun-toting, suit-wearing, humanoid-looking creatures with thorn-like horns protruding from their foreheads. Lammy pulls the hammer of the gun back; something seems to click in his mind. This is much more than a dream, but he’s haunted by the feeling that he’s been here before. He gets a clear shot at the closest creature to him and pulls the trigger, striking him right between the eyes. The rest of the fiends are easily gunned down by the duo’s efforts. Putting his fingers to his mouth, the gruff wolf whistles sharply, summoning a Ford Model T-esque car. Speeding towards them, the vehicle parks smoothly and the two of them climb inside with the wolf taking the wheel. The wolf introduces himself as Richard Rolf, an old friend of Lammy’s and the current police chief of CRAHZY CITY, a city so cartoony, wacky, and cool, it must be capitalized every time it is mentioned, followed by the most sweet and succulent, sexy, squealing, face melting guitar lick one could ever possibly imagine. Please imagine that guitar lick now.

After speeding through the twisted, curving streets of downtown CRAHZY CITY [guitar squeal], Lammy and Rolf come to the CRAHZY CITY [guitar lick] police department (CCPD for short) station, where Lammy is introduced to the cast of cartoony characters that keep the city cool. As the young man becomes more acquainted with Rolf and the rest of the cops, it dawns on him that the reasons things seem so familiar to him here is that he’s been there before, in his dreams as a boy. With the sun slowly setting on CRAHZY CITY [WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAO], Rolf takes Lammy back to his apartment, where the young man falls gracefully asleep in bed while Rolf takes the couch. “It was getting lonely around here anyway.” He says. “Your old room’s just the way you left it.

Lammy wakes up in his own bed the next morning feeling fantastic, but eager for the evening to come. He goes about the day as usual, winning the hearts of his fans, posing for the camera, strutting down the runway, kicking ass until night falls. Tucking himself in earlier than usual, Lammy closes his eyes and waits for sleep to come.

People say it usually takes 10-15 minutes to fall asleep. Well, that’s bullshit. Or at least it feels like it. Lammy lay in bed for what felt like hours before finally trailing off to sleep, waking up at Rolf’s apartment in CRAHZY CITY [WEENNANAUWAAAAAAA]. Rubbing his eyes, Lammy changes out of his P.Js to greet Rolf, who is already up bright and early with a cup of tea prepared for them both. “You still take it with sugar, kid?
Of course.” Lammy replies coolly, dropping in a cube or two and giving the cup a little swirl with a spoon.
After the refreshing morning ritual, Rolf brings Lammy back into the bedroom, sliding open the door to the closet. “Let’s get you suited up.” Hanging in the closet is Lammy’s “old uniform”, as Rolf calls it, (which is the outfit which Lammy assumes during his Magus Soul transformation) and after a quick costume change, the dynamic duo is ready to bust some crime. And so begins a montage of the most intense, breath-taking, stunning displays of stylish heroism and cartoony antics ever spoken of in a character history section. Bullets fly! Mallets swing! Punches soar! Pianos crash! Handcuffs are cuffed! Anvils fall! Chuckles are had! Lammy is “reacquainted” with a pair of snub-nosed revolvers which once belonged to him during his early “dreams” of CRAHZY CITY [slick guitar lick], along with a few other tools of the trade, which he uses to dispatch evil-doers in radical reciprocity with Rolf.

Rolf also explains that the inky, demonic baddies that have been trying to bring CRAHZY CITY [guitar wailing] to its knees belong to the infamous Thorn Throng, a gang of thugs and villains founded and lead by Rolf’s former partner, Oddy McCoy, who supposedly went mad (which has gotta’ be pretty goddamn crazy considering he was essentially a cartoon character) some time after Lammy first began dreaming of CRAHZY CITY [guitar shrieking], and whom Rolf and Lammy were hunting down before McCoy stole something precious from Lammy and ejected him from the television which CRAHZY CITY [guitar scream] is housed in. That “something precious”, Rolf exclaims, were a pair of white gloves which he says used to allow Lammy to “reach maximum levels of cool”, which are now in possession of McCoy and give him the ability to spawn these crazy thorn thugs, slash through foes with thorny vines and briars, along with other thorn-motif and generally asshole-ish bad guy things. Rolf also reveals that Lammy was the former head of CRAHZY CITY [guitar shredding] police before McCoy got rid of him, though Lammy continues to refer to him as “chief” regardless of this knowledge.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Lammy is more popular than ever, quickly rising through the ranks of fashion, music, and show business as he continues to balance his love for fighting and nightly cartoon cop escapades. Seeing as how great a shot he was in CRAHZY CITY [sexy riff so sweet the guitar is weeping], Lammy even decides to take up the practice of gun slinging, and discovers that he is quite the natural. This double life continues until Lammy is 18. However, a string of kidnappings has left many idols concerned for their well-being (save for Lammy, of course), as pop stars, actors, and fashion models around Europe have been getting mysteriously nabbed left and right, even under heavy surveillance. Police come to warn Lammy that their investigations have identified him as the kidnapper’s next possible target, and they ask that he work with them in order to identify and apprehend the villain once and for all. Lammy agrees, and is taken under police protection.

As for CRAHZY CITY, [guitar lick in D major] Lammy and Rolf continue to foil McCoy’s plans to take over the town, that is, until McCoy decides to play extra super dirty. If he can’t have CRAHZY CITY [guitar lick in C minor] for himself, then he’ll just destroy it! KABOOM, baby! Pushing his power to its limits, McCoy uses his vile powers to summon a grotesque, black bramble tower in the middle of CRAHZY CITY [guitar guitaring], which in a classic, over-pompous villainous speech to our two heroes, reveals is really just a tremendously large explosive he plans to use to blow CRAHZY CITY [face melting guitar riff] to pieces. Travelling up the twists and turns of the tower, Lammy and Rolf stylishly soar through blazing boss battles and hordes of horrific henchmen until the final battle with McCoy is at hand. But just before the finishing move can be delivered, Lammy is forcefully awoken from his slumber by whom else but the kidnapper! Stolen away in the dead of night, Lammy is spirited away to an unknown location where the rest of the kidnapped idols are being held, huddled together and hog-tied in a large, dark room. However, he manages to work his way free from his bindings just before the kidnapper comes to check on them. As the idol snatcher flips on the lights, Lammy immediately recognizes him as the man who attacked him in the alley so many years ago, but something seems a bit off…the man appears particularly bestial, with sharp teeth and red eyes. That’s right baby, look who went and got themselves turned into a Kishin Egg! Yikes! As the demon lumbers towards its prey, drooling with anticipation, Lammy’s eyes suddenly go white, his mind clear. Suddenly, he is back in CRAHZY CITY [guitar is on fire at this point, literally on fire], standing atop the tower with Rolf at his side. But in Lammy’s absence, the battle has tolled on Rolf, who is clearly at his limits. As the young man rushes towards McCoy, Rolf calls out to him, “Catch, kid!” before throwing Lammy’s snub-nosed revolvers to him. Not to be outdone, McCoy uses the stolen gloves to spawn one last horde of thorny thugs. Launching him self into the air to perform an arcing flip kick, Lammy spring boards off his hands. As the guns sail through the air, he catches them, squeezing the triggers and pumping the henchmen full of lead as he gracefully spins through the air. As the young man continues to dance around and devastate his opponents, Rolf tosses his own pair of guns to Lammy, which slide neatly into place on the heels of his shoes. How can he fire them like that? Its cartoons, I ain’t gotta’ explain shit. Besides, there’s no time to worry about that! Lammy dispatches the rest of the henchmen with ease, splashes of jet black blood spraying the top of the tower as he delivers torrents of brutal, glamorous attacks.

Finally, only McCoy remains. Returning his revolvers to their holsters, Lammy can feel his fists glowing hot with passion. It’s time to end this! Clenching his right hand, a flaming force seems to ignite his entire limb in a white hot flame, the embers of which spiral at his fist, giving the appearance of a shimmering white rose blossoming around his arm. “Finishing move…Lovely Lam!” He cries out, valiantly, launching himself towards McCoy; white, flaming petals scatter as he flies, his fist gleaming. So glamorous, so graceful, so CRAHZY! [guitar has ascended from instrument to god, and the sounds of intense shredding echo through time and space; guitars everywhere are on fire, weeping, wailing] Lammy delivers a spinning, whirling uppercut to McCoy’s jaw that is so stylish that angels and devils alike would sob at the sight. The force of the blow is so strong that it knocks the gloves right off of McCoy’s hands, but also something else…a black thorn lodged in his chest. With the thorn knocked loose, McCoy returns to his senses, apologizing for his actions. Lammy, stomping the thorn beneath his heel as he picks the white gloves from the floor, only smiles in response. Coming from behind, Rolf takes Lammy by the hand. “C’mon, kid, it’s time I showed you something.” He says before comically pulling an entire television from his pocket. Lammy and McCoy follow him through it, which brings them to the same rose garden in the middle of the dark, expansive space that Lammy first encountered, with the television sets acting as portals in and out of CRAHZY CITY [guitars riff sweetly]. Rolf tells Lammy that this blooming garden is his Soul Room, and that the demonic beast that awaits him in the real world is what is known to many as a Kishin Egg. The reason that McCoy had gone crazy in the first place was because when Lammy had first been attacked by the Kishin Egg while it was still in human form, some of the Kishin’s Madness had infected him slightly, resulting in McCoy’s corruption and the theft of Lammy’s Magus Soul transformation item: the white gloves. These “dreams” of CRAHZY CITY [guitar riffing forever] were really just frequent visits to his Soul Room, and interactions with the entities residing within.

After some endearing, parting words from both Rolf and McCoy, Lammy slips on the gloves and closes his eyes, reawakening in front of the Kishin Egg. It seemed as though not a moment had passed, but Lammy felt stronger. He was more confident than he had ever been in his entire life; and that was saying something. Staring the beast down, Lammy snaps his fingers, lifting his right hand in front of his face. “Lovely Lammy…” Clasping his thumb between his index and middle finger, it transforms into a long, white thorn, which he plunges into his chest and turns like a key in ignition. “Bloom!” A burst of Soul energy pulses out from Lammy’s body, sending the Kishin Egg flying back. Quickly, Lammy spins his index finger in a rapid circle above his heart, a white rose blooms forth and unfolds, scattering its candid petals. Giving it a hard flick, Lammy knocks the petals loose, which dance around his body and leave him temporarily naked before transforming into his Magus Soul outfit. Rushing to meet the Kishin Egg still rearing from his burst attack, Lammy delivers a swift, spiraling punch to the center of its face, sending it spinning and flying back into the closest wall, where it erupts into a burst of petals. Only the scarlet soul of the monster remains.

Hailed as a hero by the news, Lammy makes the decision to put his idol career on hold for a while to pursue a more noble cause: the extermination of Kishin Eggs. After honing the skills he developed in his Soul Room, and serving as a police officer for a year in order to familiarize himself with the art of investigation, Lammy opens his own private detective agency, crowning with the name “Face the Music”, which specializes in paranormal cases, particularly those involving Kishin. This booming business continues until Lammy LeBlanche reaches 21 years of age, and when not hot on the trail of a criminal or demonic entity, he patrols the streets on his own time as a vigilante. His investigations take him around the world, from London all the way to Kyoto, Japan.

Following the kidnapping of the local police chief’s daughter, Lammy linked the abduction to a recent wave of Kishin attacks and sightings plaguing the city. After a close investigation of these incidents, Lammy also noted there were several warring yazuka families in the area, the most malignant of them being the Matsumoto clan. Following his hunches and trusting his intuition, Lammy discovers that the Matsumoto clan has been slowly transforming members of its gang into Kishin Eggs in order to commit crime while masking their true identity. After all, who would suspect a Japanese mafia group of using demonic entities to do their dirty work for them? Lammy comes up with a plan to sneak into the Matsumoto family estate in order to save the daughter of the police chief, eliminate the Kishin inside. The infiltration was going well until a commotion was overheard; sounds of angry shouting and faces being smashed in coming from the gates of the estate. As the alarms sound, Lammy rushes to the source of the noise, running out onto a balcony just in time witness a lone, blue-haired boy slamming a sledgehammer into the face of one of the Matsumoto family members. However, the spiked bat-brandishing and katana-flailing thugs seem to overtake the boy, surrounding him. Logically speaking, if a strange, punk-looking kid is brawling it out with the members of the gang you’re trying to take down, that must make him your ally, right? Duh. Of course it does. Lammy is just about to jump down in front of the foes in order to rescue the blue-haired bancho when suddenly, the boy pulls out a cellphone, swinging it in an arc and summoning a flash of light which encompasses his entire body. In a split second, the boy is suddenly clad in a futuristic set of battle armor, and begins blasting his way through the gang members that were starting to overtake him. But that was a lot of goons this boy was going up against alone…Quickly transforming into his own Magus Soul costume, Lovely Lammy leaps down from the balcony and into the fray, pulling out his revolvers as he spins himself to be back to back with blue-haired punk. “You’re putting on quite the little light show here, dear.” Lammy stretches out his left arm over the boy’s right shoulder to put a bullet through the head of an encroaching mafia member, his right hand pulling the trigger that would end the life of the thug coming from the side. “Allow me to provide the pizazze.
The two of them fight in tandem against the thugs at the gate, but as soon as the fight is over, the pair pull their guns on each other. The punkish boy questions him, “Alright, now who are you?” To which Lammy merely tosses his hair back and smiles. “No need to be so hasty, kid; we’ve obviously got similar goals here.” He begins to pace around the boy, returning his guns to their holsters with his hands on his hips. “The police chief's daughter whom was recently kidnapped. You’ve come to rescue her, right?
The two of them fight in tandem against the thugs at the gate, but as soon as the fight is over, the pair pull their guns on each other. The punkish boy questions him, “Alright, now who are you?” To which Lammy nearly tosses his hair back and smiles. “No need to be so hasty, kid; we’ve obviously got similar goals here.” He begins to pace around the boy, returning his guns to their holsters with his hands on his hips. “The local police chief’s daughter whom was recently kidnapped. You’ve come to rescue her, right?”
After a quick chat, the boy introduces himself as Takeshi, and confirms Lammy’s suspicions as true. Lammy in turn also introduces himself, and reveals that his intentions there are almost identical. The two decide to team up, and together, they easily clear the estate and rescue Kaori, taking down several Kishin Eggs and creating a battle honed friendship with Lammy.

Kaori is returned home safely, and Takeshi’s father exclaims his profound gratitude, Lammy, impressed by Takeshi’s skills in combat and abilities as a Magus Soul, extends an offer to recruit the young boy as his partner at Face the Music. Takeshi accepts, and the two return to Lammy’s headquarters in Europe. Over the next year, the two of them tackle perilous cases and monstrous foes, but always come out on top, forging a strong bond between the two of them. However, on one of their most cases, the original Face the Music building was destroyed on a mission that hit a little too close to home, and the duo was forced to relocate. They saw Death City as a prime location for taking on the supernatural cases that they had solved in the past, and have since formed an affiliation with the DWMA Academy. They currently work picking up stray cases, and taking on missions where other Shibusen students have failed.

Personality:

Lammy is firetrucking fabulous, and is so smooth he makes even Beyoncé look like a basic bitch. Even in the most chaotic of situations, Lammy is always able to keep his calm and cool, and looks good doing it. In fact, he enjoys a challenge, and often looks for opponents stronger than himself to take on; he loves the risk, and often gets bored fighting those weaker than him.

Confident and fearless, the unflappable, determined Lammy often seems to have a casual disregard to danger, and easily comes across as flippant or reckles; but never without a trick up his sleeve or a witty line to deliver. Though it is true that in battle he can be wild and energetic, he always maintains self-control, and as such, his movements both on and off the battlefield are best described as graceful and stylish. However, Lammy is also very flirtatious and coy, and sometimes even a little provocative. But really, he's just having fun. While generally upbeat (or at times, a little more on the laid-back side), he is serious and mature when he needs to be, and is incredibly intelligent and skilled at thinking on his feet, especially when solving a case or fighting off demons.

But such an overwhelming overview does not shed light on the smaller details; particularly Lammy's softer and more sociable sides. This young man holds in his heart an incredible amount of hope and faith for humanity, with a sense of justice and passion whirling inside of him like a dancing flame. He is incredibly social and gets along easily with anyone, and though he may come off as nonchalant and callous, he can prove to be very sentimental, loyal, and kind; especially to those close to him.

Lammy also has an extensive and almost obsessive love of cartoons and comics, and possesses an intimidating collection of VHS tapes, DVDs, lobby cards, figures, etc. Though he’s never shown them to anyone, he’s also drawn up a few cartoony comics himself, and is actually quite the artist.



  • Abilities:

  • Technique Name: Magus Soul
    Effects/Description: Lammy is in possession of a unique Soul type referred to as a Magus Soul. This Soul allows him to transform, tapping into his Soul to unleash his full potential. This is done by transforming his right thumb into a long, white thorn, which he pierces through his chest and turns like a key in ignition. He uses his Soul’s elegance and power in order to create a costume which reflects his personality and self. While tapping into his Soul, Lammy’s strength and general power is increased. His strength is augmented to that of an Olympic weight-lifting champ, and he is able to run, jump, and move around like a professional free-runner or acrobatic gymnast. His luck is also increased, allowing him to dodge attacks at the last moment possible, or get away with things that others normally couldn’t through basic circumstances. He is also able to use his Soul to access unique abilities and attack, though these are usually only available whilst Lammy is transformed.

  • Technique Name: Mischievous Soul, Blossoming Beauty!
    Effects/Description: There exists a rather intriguing difference between Lammy's Magus Soul and others, however. Under Soul Perception, it appears as though his Soul is surrounded by white, spiraling petals, swaying and swirling like a rose. This Soul sub-type is a result of his extended time within his Soul Room, and consequently, the purification of Madness from his being. After forming a powerful bond with another, or by reminiscing of his days in CRAHZY CITY [guitar cries], the garden within Lammy’s Soul Room will blossom another white rose, giving him access to a variety of cartoony antics, weapons, and abilities.

    These are Lammy's current techniques:
    Taunt – Used to aggravate his opponents and strengthen his own attacks, receiving an adrenaline rush from the danger. This usually includes waggling a finger and attempting to aggravate the enemy, drawing their attention and generally pissing them off. "Come on, baby~!"
    Twist – Usually used after a Taunt, Lammy’s body gracefully dodges an incoming attack, scattering white petals through the air. While Lammy is incredibly adept at dodging normally, this skill represents an ability to instantly dodge an attack, and thus has a respective cool down of 1 post.

  • Technique Name: Lovely Lammy, Bloom!
    Effects/Description: Clasping his thumb between his index and middle finger, it transforms into a long, white thorn, which Lammy plunges into his chest and turns like a key in ignition. A burst of Soul energy pulses out from Lammy’s body, sending opponents flying or stumbling back, and is strong enough to serve as a temporary barrier against weaker attacks. Quickly, Lammy spins his index finger in a rapid circle above his heart, and a white rose blooms forth and unfolds, scattering its candid petals. Giving it a hard flick, Lammy knocks the petals loose, which dance around his body and leave him temporarily naked before transforming into his Magus Soul outfit. The transformation is more than aesthetic, and Lammy’s strength, style, and speed are augmented, greatly improving combat prowess and acrobatics. Lammy doesn't have access to any of his other abilities if he is not transformed. Once transformed, Lammy will remain so unless he willfully decides to de-transform or is knocked unconscious. After the transformation is dispelled he must wait two posts before he can transform again.

  • Technique Name: Mischievous Soul, Thorns
    Effects/Description: A rose has to have ways of protecting himself, doesn’t he? Thorns act as weapons formed from the petals of his Soul, making them especially effective against combating Kishin. Currently, Lammy has access to one of these weapons while transformed into Lovely Lammy. The first are his gloves which he uses for his Magus Soul transformation, dubbed Squash and Stretch. These gloves pack the same amount of punch as a pair of heavy, steel gauntlets might have (easily capable of punching through stone or concrete) despite their appearance and light weight.



Combat Style: Lammy is incredibly strong and agile, and his combat style can be described as brutal and playful, sometimes not fighting at full power so that he can toy with his foes first, often taunting and mocking them. Dancing and dodging around his opponents, Lammy makes the whole battlefield his stage with his acrobatic maneuvers, glamorous gun slinging, and pummeling punches and kicks which stack up CRAHZY combos against his enemies. His intimidating glamour and grace are sure to take his foe’s breath away.
However, when fighting with others, Lammy will do his best to coordinate his attacks with a partner, resulting in stunning displays of teamwork; though if the situation comes to it, he will do whatever it takes to protect his ally at all costs.
For a quick comparative measure of his strength, Lammy would easily be able to handle a thug, or group of thugs on his own, or Kishin Egg(s).

Miscellaneous Information: Lammy’s enjoys tea and tea cakes, as well as other fancy treats, and owns two pet dogs: a Welsh Corgi named George, and a giant Alaskan Malamute called Smith. He loves taking him to the park to listen to Takeshi play his acoustic guitar. In his off-time, Lammy spends his days caring for them, reading comics, watching cartoons, drawing, shopping, and partaking in local fashion shows. He also enjoys entertaining the kids at the local Death City orphanage, and volunteers there frequently.

Strengths:

  • Incredibly hard to hit; most of Lammy’s abilities are based upon maneuverability, which allow him to dance around his opponents with grace and style.
  • Brutal combat style can prove particularly overwhelming. Excellent fighter and gunslinger even when not transformed.
  • Stylish and classy; Lammy is completely unflappable, and responds to almost every situation with wit and glamour.

Weaknesses:

  • Will do anything to protect those he cares for.
  • Often gets bored fighting weaker opponents, and doesn't always fight at full power in order to toy around with them.
  • Doesn't have access to his Mischievous Soul sub-type abilities unless transformed.


Roleplay Sample: http://w11.zetaboards.com/42_42_564_Redux/topic/8104781/1/#new
Edited by Lammy, Jul 6 2014, 04:30 PM.
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Hey Bullet, good to see you back, hyped for this new character so let’s jump right in

Clothing and Description: This is a great start by all means, and I’m almost ready to let it through as is, but I’d like a little more about Lammy’s physical appearance. I don’t see anything about his height, and in terms of his build you’re a little vague. Slender seems to cover a lot of builds from the more waifish, to the fit and toned, so I’d like to know where Lammy fits in that scale.

Abilities: I’m gonna be blunt cause there’s no other way to put this, Lammy’s just too dang powerful for a starting character. I did count and when I get down to it he’s got around 7 or 8 while the usual limit for starting characters is 3.

He’s got his Mischevious soul which while technically one ability gives him three effectively, do you think you could perhaps pick on to begin with. Also whichever you pick could you try to explain a bit more about the exact capabilities and limitations, particularly for taunt or double jump.

It is also a rule that dates back to 42C that mundane or otherwise non-demon weapons cost a training token. The mods have agreed that Tea 4 Two despite being four weapons can cost only 2 ability points with each point representing a pair of hand and foot gun. Right now your options are to a) have the gloves, b)have one half of Tea 4 Two c)Nerf another ability for Tea 4 Two, or d) hold off magus weapons for the time being. The choice is yours.

Combat Style: Could you add a quick comparative measure of Lammy’s strength?

All and all this is a pretty cool and strong character. I’m excited to see where Lammy, and the Magus Soul go.

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Clothing and Description: Nah it's good.

Abilities: Fixed it.

Combat Style: Nah it's good.
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Alright after some intense workshopping on this character I'm gonna let him through, with the stipulation we always have, that if Lammy ends up being too powerful he'll be right back here for a remod.
That said Lammy is ACCEPTED

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