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Lancelin (Lance) Coleman
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Email Address: lotr_fan2003@msn.com
Your Name: Mads, if you please!
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Full Name: Lancelin Coleman
Nickname(s): Lance, (everybody calls him this.)
DOB: April 27, 1994
Year: 4th
Blood Type: Pureblood
House Preference: Slytherin
Why: Very cunning and with a dry sense of humor, Lance really knows how to use cleverness and ambition to get where he wants to go. His goals are strong and solid, and he never gives up on one, no matter how impossible it may seem from the bottom. He is ruthless, always trying for the best things, and is always relentless in his efforts. If worse came to worse, Lance would probably save himself first in any sort of dangerous scenario: friends or loved ones come after, (unless it was somebody he showed an undying love for, or and extremely close relationship, but that doesn’t happen often.)
Physical Appearance:
Lance has always been slight of appearance, in his weight for the most part. He stands at about 5’ 9”, and weighs no more than 150 pounds. His torso is thin and long, and has a tiny bit of toning to it. He really doesn’t do anything to keep himself thin. Eating as much as he wants comforts him. It all seems to go nowhere; no matter how much weight he tries to gain. Almost everything on Lance is long. His long arms attach to long hands, and ending in very long fingers. Lance almost moves with a cat-like grace, his lanky body moving smoothly trough even the thickest of crowds. Many people would think that he looks out of place among people, but his movements are silky and refined, a natural stature for him.
His skin is pretty pale, never really burning in the brighter months, and instead tanning only slightly, most of the time not even the least bit noticeable. A very light dusting of freckles covers his nose in the summer, but usually fades before the Hogwarts school year starts. Like the rest of his body, Lance’s face is thinner, with high cheekbones, and blemish free skin. In the middle of his face is a thin, blade-like nose, which turns up a little bit at the end. He has small pert lips, which are sort of non-descript and sit on a pointy chin. A pair of intense gray eyes almost calculate the sort of person you are, looking thoughtful, and at their worst, a dark strong color of dark shale. Lance can look very emotionless by setting his face just so. To people looking at him, it seems like his face is blank, and he isn’t thinking of anything.
Thin dark brows can be seen knitted in concentration, and are probably his most telling sign of what he is really thinking. His hair is a medium shade of brown, with lots of blond mixed into it. In the sun, it shines golden, and in the summer his hair lightens a few shades. Lance never really does anything with it; it naturally is messy and looks “cool” with out him even touching it. He thinks messing with his hair is a trivial act, and doesn’t firmly believe in spending a lot of time on it. The only hair care item he owns is a comb.
Lance is pretty standard with his school uniform, wearing it like any normal person at Hogwarts. His green and silver tie sit perfectly on his oxford shirt, which is always in straight order, and is only rolled up when the weather is scorching. The top button of his shirt is usually open, giving his neck more freedom to turn without strangling him. Sometimes the sleeves of his oxford shirt are slightly stained from his Potions and Herbology obsession. Being a pureblood, Lance will sometimes delve into the world of Muggle clothes, but only very rarely. Most of the time his parents severely object, despite the fact that Muggle clothes are more comfortable and more practical. When not in his robes, Lance steals the casual and comfortable style of clothing, wearing simple short sleeve tee shirts at all times of the year, mostly those that have “The Weird Sisters” planted across the front, and wearing faded blue jeans held up with a simple black belt, and simple sneakers on his feet.
Personality:
Lance kind of breaks the mold for Slytherin, not really showing immense hatred to those that are half blood or less. In fact, upon first meeting him, Lance only seems slightly dry and sarcastic, rather than heartless. Not that he jumps to meet people, but when making a first impression, it’s usually one of somewhat stiff politeness for the first few minutes. If he feels the conversation is going well, Lance will probably loosen up a bit, and become a bit more charming.
If you do happen to break the façade of manners, Lance’s true personality comes into perspective. His blunt and honest thoughts might send some people reeling, but it isn’t to be harmful unless he meant it. That’s just the way Lance is: he feels that absolute truth is one of the best traits a person can have. Even if it means telling a sick person they don’t look any better than last week, Lance will do it without hesitation.
Almost like a cat, Lance tends to be very independent, and doesn’t mind being more on his own then with a friend. A few close allies or great friends, but a large group of hodgepodge friends doesn’t really appeal to him. He doesn’t mind meeting lots of different people, but prefers to travel alone, or with a close chum at his side. He isn’t the biggest party animal at Hogwarts either. Lance enjoys the prospect of finding a decent piece of gossip he can really sink his teeth into. If he happens to be at a party, he would rather be sticking to the food table and punch bowl, searching for his person to then interrogate. Secretly, Lance really would like friends, but sometimes just doesn’t know how to go about it, not really having any young childhood companions. He knows a great many people at Hogwarts, and doesn’t really have problems with most of them, but he is still just learning about true friends.
Lance is very gifted in collecting information that wasn’t necessarily for his ears. Not that he “spies,” *cough cough* but he can situate himself in exactly the right position to overhear whatever it is that has caught his fancy. Another one of his traits that causes a mixed bag of reactions, is his unwavering ambition to do whatever he has set out to do. Whether it is in schoolwork, social work, a girl, or a long time goal, he will finish it, no matter what the cost. If he really finds something that he desires, nothing will stop him on his quest. This powerful intuition can get Lance into trouble when he gets a little too aggressive with his goal seeking. His own parents have told him that this energy could be harnessed towards something more productive, but Lance states that his goals are productive.
More of a secretive person, Lance rarely tells anybody his private thoughts, and instead keeps them to himself. He knows too much of his family’s use of other’s secrets to ruin lives. Not wanting to be used, he’d rather be smart, and not tell anybody anything that he doesn’t want repeated. Only that rare close, close friend at Hogwarts will he tell even the littlest of details. However, if anybody happens to tell Lance their secrets, he would be one of the best to confide in. Even though he’s a Slytherin, he is a fantastic secret keeper, liking to learn about gossip, but not spread the things he hears.
Despite his somewhat quiet nature, Lance never stops thinking, calculating, or moving at any one point in the day. He feels that being active on the inside can sometimes be more helpful then annoying those around you. Lance has gotten very good at keeping his face blank when he does this, to never show what he might be thinking.
Lance has fantastic endurance and awesome speed that keeps him going for hours. Even after a six-mile run, the only thing that would be noticeable of his workout would be the light flush to his cheeks. He has a wiry strength that makes him a well-rounded athlete in the magical and Muggle world. In Quidditch, Lance craves to be the Seeker, using his never-ending endurance and quick speed to his advantage, but could possibly play any position you threw at him. He never dismisses a challenge. This skill gives Lance a sort of cocky arrogance when it comes to sports. Because of his secrecy, nobody knows how competitive he is. Lance loves being the best, and uses that annoying “aggressive goal seeking” he is so very fond of.
Lance has a pretty laid back temper: it takes a lot to get him riled. But if you do reach that stage, Lance will start by spitting insults at you with the flick of a wrist. The subject matter that you are talking about to get him angry in the first place plays key in how mad he gets. Surprisingly, if you insult his family, it won’t bother him that much. But, if it comes to friends, romantic interests, or even himself, the insults will come flying. But after a while, Lance pulls back him composure, and the cool and “blank” face comes back into play. Even if he looks calm, the brush against you will rest in his memory bank forever, and isn’t easy to erase.
History: Born a couple of weeks too early in a large Salem hospital, Lancelin, (Lance) was born to Andrew and Danica Coleman, a couple of very snobbish purebloods. Andrew and Danica had lived in Massachusetts for their whole lives, and both attended the American wizarding school of their age. Even in their school days, they had been known to be very elitist, and most obnoxious to those that weren’t purebloods at their school.
Despite the fact that Lance’s parents had very strict guidelines for who was acceptable as a witch or wizard and who wasn’t, neither of their families was ever wealthy. Even to this day, the Danica and Andrew combined only existed as a lower-middle class family. Therefore, the couple still tries to make it seem as if they have more money then God, and that surely, you are no rival to them. That idea was supposed to be passed on to their children, just as their parents had before them.
After Lance was born, the family had a hard time with money, and had to take out quite a few loans from their friends, as well as borrow money from their families. A small, and humble house was found on the outskirts of Boston, in a small town almost entirely made up of magical folk, where the Coleman’s new child would “grow up with the right people.”
Once the small family of three had been settled in, their second and last child, a girl by the name of Iris was born. This was where the true Coleman child lay. Ever since Lance had been a toddler, he never followed in his parent’s footsteps, and it was Iris who brought the family expectations back into play. For this reason alone, Lance has always been a disappointment to his parents. Lance didn’t have a dislike for Mudbloods, and treated them as regular people. The bond of love is what keeps Lance in the house, to be honest. He is Andrew and Danica’s child, but that is where the extent of the bond ends.
The Coleman’s lived their life as magically as they could, and where delighted when Lance accidentally broke his mother’s tea set in one of his tantrums. They then anticipated which Wizarding School he should attend; obviously one with “the right people” and a high note of prestige. So when the owl from Hogwarts came flying through they’re front window, Mrs. Coleman practically screeched with joy; a school with a ton of prestige, and hopefully, less Mudbloods for her children to mingle with. The family moved almost immediately soon after the letter’s arrival, and managed to scrape up enough money to move into a small home in a completely wizarding village outside of Dover. The Coleman’s were very excited for Lance’s new schooling career, telling him to start off on the right foot, and to make some “new powerful friends” hoping to get in with the wizarding leaders of England. Much to their dismay, when shopping through Diagon Alley, the Coleman’s noticed a great deal of Mudbloods, and hastily told themselves, “it will be better at Hogwarts for Lance.”
When Lance sent notice to his parents that he had managed to be sorted into Slytherin, they sent him their ecstatic regards. Finally, he was making some progress. However, in that same letter, Lance purposefully enclosed the number of Muggle students also enrolled in the school, as well as suggesting a few Muggle friends, hoping to set his parents off balance. They promptly sent a response, “Don’t speak with the Mudbloods: in fact, ignore them full stop.” The Coleman’s had tried to escape Muggle-born people, and only succeeded in failing.
Lance’s first year was like many first year students; just getting used to the change. He met a few people, (a handful Muggle children, which he was also sure to tell his parents about,) and generally became used to Hogwarts usual hustle and bustle. He also found that he enjoys Herbology and Potions as his classes of choice. Also, his almost-overwhelming Massachusetts accent was another topic of intrest, and sometimes friendly banter.
By second year, things had become more automatic, and less confusing to Lance. He also found his talent for being inconspicuous, and could put this skill to good use in order to find out information. This is the year that Lance found many secret hallways and shortcuts, also useful for actually getting to classes on time.
Third year turned out to be “stealing from the Potions storeroom for my own devices year,” which is sort of self-explanatory. Lance was now brewing more complicated potions than most in his own year in numerous places; under staircases, in the bathrooms, dormitories, and other such locations. Lance also had his first run in with Prefects and others who hold down the law. This was also the year that girls changed from “cootie ridden females” to “attractive creatures” but Lance didn’t find that certain someone, and instead scouted out the territory.
Finally, his fourth year has emerged, and his goal seeking has not abated on the subject of girls. He would still like a girlfriend, preferably not a pureblood, mostly for his enjoyment, but also to displease his parents as quickly as possible. This is his year for Quidditch tryouts as well; his other pastime has not left him. But what Lance really wants, in the depths of his heart, is a true and close friend, instead of just aquaintences. Perhaps he can finally find the courage to actually bond to someone...
Roleplay Sample:
11-year-old Lance Coleman stood by the front living room window, warm breath making the frosted windows fog up. A small squirt bottle was in his hand: all plants needed to be watered. He had neglected them lately. Turning from the gray window, he lazily squirted the moving Teaser Plant next to his right elbow. That plant was being a tad bit cheeky. Cold weather was setting it off. Lance however didn’t mind, and lightly slapped the plant’s largest leaf. In some ways, plants made more sense then people.
A warning “pop” from the small kitchen announced his ‘lovely’ parents were home. The noise was followed by his mother’s almost high-pitched screech, “Market was ridden with Mudbloods. I truly cannot wait until we leave for England. Perhaps we will be sent away from this filth…”
Lance just rolled his gray eyes, and turned back to his plants. His mother always seemed to be in the best of moods when talking about Muggles. It was disgusting. To her, Muggles weren’t even people, they were just annoyances, like flies or mosquitoes.
”I know! It was gross,” Iris piped up, her voice sounding keenly her mother’s. Iris. Another part of his life that made Lance want to grind his teeth into cement. She was becoming more and more like their parents each day.
The kitchen door opened, and Danica Coleman appeared, hand on her hip, and a wicked smile. “You missed it my son! Muggles walking in broad daylight in the droves! I thought the town was supposed to rid us of them. Once we’ve moved, things will be better.”
At one point, Danica had been pretty, with her long blond hair, and sharp blue eyes, but now frown lines, and a misuse of angry faces had turned her features stone hard.
Lance just shrugged and turned back to pull off some of the excess leaves. This was the new event of the Coleman’s life. Moving to England, where they wouldn’t have to come in contact with Muggles. Lance personally thought the whole thing was a load of BS, but he didn’t feel like the one to dampen their spirits.
Both Iris and his mother left the room, chattering away about England. Did they ever give up? This was what Lance’s life was like. Not that he hated his parents, but it was very difficult when you found out they treated some people like scum. Everything he did was a disappointment to his parents. Lance tried to please them, truly he did. But what was the use? As soon as he was finished with whatever wizarding school was over in England, he wouldn’t have to speak with them, if he so chose, and that was a nice thought.
Lance flopped back in a faded armchair, abandoning his plants for now. They left for England in a few days. He had better start packing…
Celebrity Avatar: Christopher Hatcher, (random dude from Ford models…yeah, I know, “Mads, try to be more creative!”)
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