Mallory, Lance [Dusknoir]

[Lance Mallory]

LANCE ARTHUR MALLORY

BASIC INFO & PERSONALITY

N/A Homosexual Twenty-four Stage Two Larvitar Durarara!!, Izaya Orihara

POSITIVE Protective;; Should someone ever threaten the people that Lance holds dear, one such example being his various siblings, the man will react violently, doing whatever it takes to ensure that his loved ones are safe, willing to take whatever injuries might be inflicted upon him in exchange for ensuring that everyone he cares for does not have harm come to a single hair on their head. Playful;; Sure, sometimes the teasing might step over the line, and okay, maybe he can get a little over-competitive since he doesn't handle losing well, but Lance adores to play games, and while sometimes he will do that, usually he instead will goof off with his loved ones and show off that mischievous, carefree side of himself to the people he trusts most - provided he's not mourning the loss of his former lover, of course. Doting;; If there is one thing that Lance adores doing, it's showing the people he loves exactly how much he cares, and whether that display involves bestowing small gifts, taking care of the other person, or giving physical touch, the man will indulge in any and all of them depending upon his mood, all to show the other person that he cares. Level-headed;; No matter what situation might be going on that could possibly induce panic in Lance, the man never seems to lose his cool, remaining calm and collected as he thinks through his strategy and fights back, a trait that has come to his aid in many a battle as he manages to see past the panic in his Pokemon's eyes and get them to follow a strategy when things appear to be heading towards the worst for the both of them. Careful;; Even though some of his actions are considered "rash" and "based on emotion", Lance actually puts a lot of thought into what he does before he does it, cautious to a degree since, above all else, he is an opportunist to the core, only taking advantage of things presented to him when he benefits from it while assuming minimal risks and taking the fewest negative consequences possible along the way. Confident;; If there's one thing that Lance doesn't lack, it's confidence, and the man holds his head high regardless of whatever situation he's in, his chin high and his eyes bright with pride, so no matter what situation he might have to stare down, he will go into it with the same kind of kick-ass attitude as he would any other aspect of his life. NEGATIVE Irrational;; Following the death of the one that he loved, Lance seems to have long periods where he doesn't seem to make use of his usual careful nature, instead acting on pointless whims and getting himself in and out of trouble at his own leisure, regardless of the effects it might have on him as a result. Selfish;; If there's one thing that the death of his lover solidified in him, it's his tendency to think of himself first and others later, and often he will wallow in his own grief for days on end, not answering calls from his siblings and going out to cause trouble without a thought to the future consequences - or maybe he does think about them and decide to go with them, it's hard to tell what goes on in his head most of the time. Possessive;; Once Lance has laid claim to something or someone, he will take whatever steps he needs to so that he can ensure his property will be kept safe and not be stolen from him, and in addition to being willing to strike out if it means that he can protect his belongings, he will hoard away his things away to cherish them and keep them exactly how he wants them. Stubborn;; Lance doesn't like being told what to do, say, or think, not one single bit, and so the chances that he will listen to someone who tries to impose authority upon him are exceedingly slim, the man instead fond of digging in his heels and refusing to move unless he himself has decided it, and that choice will only be made on his own time and for his own motivations, not any other reasons. Clingy;; When Lance has decided that he wants to engage in affection or show how much he likes someone through physical touch, he will think nothing of throwing his arms around someone and holding onto them, and although his siblings may like that, or at least tolerate it with the events of his past, few others do, viewing it as far to touchy-feely for their tastes. High-maintenance;; Lance is very similar to a cat, extremely demanding when he decides that he wants attention from someone, and because of his persnickety nature when it comes to affection, any lover tends to have to deal with a nigh impossible to please man who refuses to accept anything aside from what he wants exactly. Quirks Will sit out on a high building and look at the sky and talk to his dead lover when depressed Uses a flick-blade when in a pinch, disliking guns for their noise and their quickness, though he prefers running to fighting anyway Suffers from nightmares about his "death", though he would never admit it out loud, at least, not without duress Likes Chaos Computer coding Cooking Being in control Dislikes Boredom Invasions in his territory Mentions of his dead lover Police

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HISTORY & POKEMORPH

So you want to hear about my past, hey? It's not something that's really interesting, I can assure you of that. It's nothing particularly pleasant either. But then again, the world isn't pleasant or interesting. Living is a real chore and, if it were up to me, one that I wouldn't be dealing with in the first place. But my chance for that is gone. There's nothing left for me but to keep trying to move on, but that's okay. I'll get my revenge first. My sister and I were born twenty-four years ago. Dad was an IT guy at some big fancy company, while Mother stayed at home. Or at least, so she was always fond of telling me and Guinevere. I can't speak for Guin, but I never believed her; by the time we were five, she had dumped us off in daycare and run off to go back to the bakery. At first, I tried sticking close to our older brother Morgan, but since he was seven, he wanted nothing to do with us. The other twins, Gawain and Lionel, were only three, while the youngest, Percival, was barely one; needless to say, none of the three of them interested me or my twin sister. Guin and I spent our time as the terrors of our caretakers, she fond of tricking the other kids out of their goodies outright while I went about it in a mix of intimidation and blackmail. I simply tended to get in trouble more often than she did simply because she was better at convincing them not to tell the adults. Of course, that was assuming that I actually listened to them, and most of the time I didn't. Why should I? It wasn't as if they were my parents. They had no power over me, so Guin and I went right back to causing trouble. We didn't care about what our parents said. We were an entirely different animal from the other kids, and they knew it too. We were rarely separate, and even when we started school, we were rarely seen without the other. That was how it went through most of our childhood, and even if there was some protection from bullies that we did for Perci, for the most part, we were troublemakers, nothing more and nothing less. I know, I know, I promised you a sad story. And it will come. In fact, it was while we were in high school that I first met the boy I would come to love. Cliche, isn't it, the story of how the biggest bully in the school was taken down by love? Yeah, well, he was my better half, so shut up and listen. I was seventeen when I met him, he just sixteen, and I knew from the moment I saw him that he was the one. Soft blue eyes, silky brown hair, unafraid of me, and able to see - with some coaxing - that I was jealous and possessive because I was territorial and that I didn't share my things well with others. We were happy. And then, the worst. I was driving us home after our senior prom, and we were arguing. He was mad about some prank I'd pulled that had gotten us detention - because that was what I'd stooped to now, pranks, since he was mellowing me out - and I was glancing to the side, distracted with how sexy he looked when he was angry. I'll not forget that part as long as I live, the look on his face as he puffed up and argued with me. Funny how it is that, if I were given the chance, I would change everything. I wouldn't have pulled the prank, I wouldn't have left the party when they spiked the punch, and I wouldn't have unbuckled his seatbelt with the intention of pulling him onto my lap while we were parked at a stoplight. I'd only wanted a kiss. He had looked so beautiful that I had just wanted one badly enough to park the car right there and take it. I'd done it enough times before and nothing had happened. This time it did. There was a horn, the flare of headlights, immense pain, and then darkness. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Guin and Perci were at my side. I had an oxygen mask on and a lot of my body was bandaged. But when I let out a groan and they looked at me, I could tell something was wrong by the way that they looked at me, with pity in their eyes. I'd thought that it was something wrong with me. Instead, I found out that I had killed my lover. The car had hit hard; the doctors said I'd only survived because my boyfriend's body had taken the brunt of the impact. He'd still been alive when the paramedics got to the scene, against all the odds. In fact, he hadn't passed until they loaded me into the ambulance, which he had insisted on having them do first. He had given up his life to save mine. They even whispered that when he died, my heart stopped beating. I had to be resuscitated, and I had almost gone to join him. I was a wreck. I haunted the ward like a ghost and I barely slept. I rarely ate. I had nightmares if that moment play over and over in my head, agonizing over what I'd done. I lost weight rapidly and they feared that the shock would kill me. They sedated me often, and days blended into weeks blended into months. When I was finally released, they prescribed me an antidepressant. I flushed it down the toilet the moment I got home. I didn't want to forget. That would have been the final insult to his memory. The kids whispered in the hallways as I passed, forced back by my parents to get the diploma I'd never received with the class of the the one I'd lost, the other kids but gave me a wide berth. I don't know whether it was word of how I'd changed or the general tension in the air from the emergence of the shadows on Kalos. I don't really care either. I was nineteen and putting my life back together in the first place was hard enough. I graduated and then shortly afterwards the shadows threatened my home in Unova. Guin tricked me into fleeting to the Romantic Isles with her. I'd be mad at her about it except that the sentiment would involve hating her for what she did, and I don't think I could do that. I remembered my boyfriend's Pokemon. He'd had a Larvitar, told me that he'd had it since he was eight. And somehow Guin had that Larvitar and she couldn't take care of it anymore. I took it, and when I let it out of its Pokeball, it started crying. No one had told it that its Trainer had died and after I'd had that burden, I had to tell it that we couldn't even visit the grave, something I'd never had the courage to do. That was when what I'd done hit me fully over the head like a sack of bricks. My lover was gone and he wasn't coming back and I'd abandoned him to the shadows. I wasn't going to see him ever again. He was gone. Forever. And then I remembered that the person who had hit us hadn't been brought to justice. They'd gone on with their lives, hadn't thought twice about the two teenagers that they'd hit with their car. The thought of it started a fire deep inside me, something that I couldn't quite put out. It was something that burned me up until finally, I realized what I wanted to do. I would get his revenge on everyone who had allowed my lover to die. Every. Single. Last. One. My siblings tried to talk me out of it, but they didn't know him. They didn't know that he hadn't intended to protect me. If I was supposed to have died, then I was going to... but I'm going to take the man responsible down with me, and that's not a threat. That's a promise.

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