LASSEUR, quillan caelum

[quill]

QUILLAN CAELUM LASSEUR !?
'if i'm alive, my regrets are few.'

FULL NAME Quillan Caelum Lasseur.
NICKNAMES ...just shut up and call him Quill. Seriously.
AGE Fifteen, physically. His real age however, is six hundred and ninety-one years old. (yes, he has been keeping track.)
GENDER Male
BIRTHDAY July 7th 1320
SPECIES Fallen Angel.
ALLIANCE "I DON'T CARE." Neutral.
SEXUALITY He comes across as completely asexual, but he's actually heterosexual.

PLAY-BY Freddie Highmore
EYES Deep blue, a little catlike looking.
HAIR Well-cut and a dark brown color. He would have looked like a perfect English schoolboy if he hadn't had a habit of not bothering to comb it when he wakes up every morning.
BODY TYPE Neither too skinny and neither too fat; pretty much average looking. Not much muscle though- he hardly fines the time to work out.
HEIGHT 5'9"
WEIGHT 141 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES A thin scar running from his right shoulder blade that spreads all the way to his chest (see history) and the two scars on his back as a fallen angel.
STYLE Even if he was raised with class, the boy has always worn simple, typical everyday clothing. Normally it's a long sleeved shirt along with a sweater and slacks. And like most males, he normally wears the same thing twice a day. Most of the time, he simply picks out any outfit that isn't too dirty before throwing it on; not caring too much about appearance.

LIKES

• Animals
  
• Working
  
• Music
  
• Composing songs
  
• Guitars (typical male.)
  
• Writing
  
• Watching the world go by
  
• Household work
  
• Baking
  
• Sewing (even though to others it's considered girly.)
  
• Manga
  

DISLIKES

• Singing
  
• Trains (after he was killed by one even though it was called a wagonway back then.)
  
• His sister
  
• Interacting (because he disagrees with practically everything most of the time.)
  
• Taking orders
  
• Being ordered around
  
• Sitting still and doing nothing
  
• Law (who invented it anyway?)
  
• Being the youngest
  
• Getting yelled at
  

STRENGTHS

• Honest (even though sometimes he pushes it too far.)
  
• Quick thinker
  
• Not easily intimidated
  
• He gives his best whenever he does something
  
• Polyglot
  
• Quick to react
  

WEAKNESSES

• Cynical point of view. (most of the time.)
  
• Unable to follow orders
  
• Lets his emotions get the better of him (leap before you look.)
  
• Sensitive
  
• Insensitive to the emotions of others
  
• His fear of being touched
  

HABITS

• Daydreams when bored
  
• Hums to himself to relive stress
  
• Raising one eyebrow when confused or surprised
  

FEARS

• Death
  
• Of crossing paths with his father again
  
• Of being touched (he has aphephobia and doesn't want humans looking into his memories.)
  

DESIRES

• For everything to be the same again
  

SECRETS

• He claims that he is asexual, but it's just him not wanting to get involved into anything serious with girls.
  

OVERALL

Normally serious and unsmiling, most consider him to be a typical asshole when it comes to even the most simplest things. When he sees or hears something that he doesn't like and if given the opportunity to express his opinion, his mouth will open and he'll say the first things in his mind, which often turn out harsh. When he speaks, he tends to turn out as a real jerk about everything, which is often why he tends to keep quiet and maintain a low profile. He despises lying- for he thinks that it is only used to please people and he personally feel as though the best thing to do is to be honest, no matter how brutally you do it. Quill fails to see the bright side of things most of the time, becoming a real cynic when he talks about life or any other subject, mostly because he has seen and experience too much negativity from it that he already has lost hope from seeing from an optimistic point of view. Age has taken over him, and whatever that is left in his once young heart is buried under layers of seriousness and unresponsive.

Although normally quiet and introverted, he does have a temper, which rivals his least favorite person, his sister Wren. Unlike Wren, who unleashes her fury by screaming and using physical assault, Quill's temper is more on the icy side. He explodes in the inside and without warning, he'll result to violence immediately, picking up any random object that he sees and wanting nothing but to harm the person who had triggered him off. Of course it's difficult to provoke him after all- he tends to ignore people and becomes indifferent to their actions most of the time; but there is only enough tolerance he could have and the next thing you know, you'll have a knife sticking out of you just for making him lose his head.

Once in a while, Quill will allow himself to smile, and enjoy what life has to offer him, even if it was just for a little while before he resorts back to seeing the dark side of things again. He'll also allow himself to feel young again, to become an average fifteen year old boy whose main worries were girls and football. Unfortunately however, this doesn't last long and although he wishes in vain for things to be the same again, he has already accepted reality the way it is.

MOTHER Lois Kelly Anderson- deceased
FATHER Jacques Phillipe Lasseur- alive
SIBLINGS Antoine, Didier, Sable, Wren, Corinne, Clair
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Sable, Wren, his father, basically anyone related to him.
ETHNICITY Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS He has a shitload of money due to him picking up random jobs over the years and only spending them on things that he needs. Most of them are kept in a bank account and unless he needs something, he has no use for them.
OVERALL

-for more info on the Lasseur background, it's on Wren's profile.-

Born in 1320 and the youngest out of seven, Quill was often babied and treated as no more than an ignorant young child. He didn't mind actually- he preferred to be left alone and he'd rather not know things that will hurt and break him. Even though he had a rather negative point of view, he became very close to his mother and his twin sisters and was never seen without him clinging to one of them. At that time, he had a fascination with the runic alphabet, thus the name that he calls himself today. His other siblings were often too busy or didn't want to play with him and with no one else to turn to, so it wasn't surprising that he forged a close bond with Lois and the twins. Quill got on badly with Jacques though- his father didn't like his seriousness and his cynical view on most things. Even though the young boy smiled and was cheerful sometimes, Jacques would still find him unbearable and a heated argument would erupt between them. To be frank, his father had never wanted him in the first place. Quill had tried thousands of times to get on his father's good side, but it was as though he was cursed to be unable to do so; his father seemed to hate him all the time.

After his mother died by murder, the boy was heartbroken. He slumped into depression and refused to eat. Because he had immortal blood in him, he didn't and couldn't follow after his mother. Jacques was the same as him- only twenty times worse. Quill took the blame that his father laid on him and suddenly the world seemed to weigh down on the boy's shoulders. He received physical assault everyday from his father and each slap felt like fire. At first he took it without complaint since it seemed to be all his fault, but when Jacques decided to go a little further by picking up a kitchen knife, he knew at once that he was going to die. A huge blow by Sable appearing with a frying pan knocking his father out saved him. Unfortunately, the damage was already done over the past few years. Every time when someone touched him, it would hurt him to hell. After the beating stopped, he couldn't resist the touch of others and would slap them away when they tried doing even the simplest things like clapping an arm on the shoulder.

Watching his siblings die during the plague that struck in 1348 had left him empty and more negative than before. He lost all hope in life and saw it as only a candle that was bound to extinguish any moment. It wasn't only when Wren pointed out that they wasn't aging and that they hadn't been affected with the disease had he found out that he had immortal blood in him along with his third brother and eldest sister. Jacques, to his dismay could live forever too. After Wren and Sable left to pursue their own paths and live their lives as immortals, for some reason, he stayed with his father, even though they hated each other, hoping to find out the secrets of being immortal.

"Your aura was shit when you're born." Jacques said nastily when asked. "Nothing can kill you."

Quill hardly had any time to explore the wonders of being an immortal. Leaving France the next day, they set off for Germany. "Since we can't die, let's see whether a wagonway will kill you." Jacques said one day, after a week in Germany in which Quill was only beginning to see auras. Before his son could do or even say anything, Jacques had forcefully taken the boy to the railways of Freiburg. He had Wuill in a vicelike grip; his son wasn't going anywhere no matter how much he fought back. The sound of an incoming speedy wagonway alerted Jacques and the next thing he knew, he shoved Quill onto the track with his back going first. The impact knocked the breath out of him and before he could scramble away to safety, he was stomped on by a horse and soon wheels, killing him on the spot.

And as though he wasn't allowed to die yet, he was brought back as a guardian angel by a higher-up that probably decided to give him another shot at life; he hardly had any time to live the life of an immortal after all. The only constant reminder he had of his past life was a thin scar on his chest; one of the remains of the wagonway that he had been killed by. Assigned a human after that, it was his job to protect her. Because it wasn't in his nature to obey orders, he made an attempt to murder his human and failed; the human had been saved by another angel before the car could roll her over. He was banished from the pearly gates immediately, doomed to spend the rest of his life as a fallen angel. He didn't really care though; he got the shot that he wanted and now he was living it; no matter how dark it was. Because he somehow looked the age, although some people did disagree with him, he now claims himself as an eighteen year old and even forged a new birth certificate; he still kept his original one French though, not wanting to be reminded of the time when he was killed at the age of fifteen.

NAME/ALIAS Sunnybear
AGE 16
TIME ZONE GMT+8
HOW YOU FOUND US I CALLED DA MAGIC MAN.
OTHER CHARACTERS Wren, Rissa, Seb.
RP SAMPLE

lookit Wren's. <3

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A C C E P T E D
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