HARCOURT, renly alexander

[JAE SUN CHOI]

RENLY ALEXANDER HARCOURT !?

'sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me ;) '

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

" oh, hey. my name is renly alexander harcourt. i guess it's technically snow-harcourt or something, but i don't really care anymore, ha. so, i guess i look around twenty-ish. i'm actually five hundred and eighty - one years old. i'm a hybrid, fallen and human. my dad was a human and my mom was a fallen. i'll explain later, prolly. i have a penis, so i'm a dude. uh. i'm bisexual, i think. bicurious i guess. i'm on the dark side, but barely. oh! all my friends called me ren or renny or something. that's it, ya? i'm getting bored."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

" so, first of all, everyone thinks i look like tim meiresone. i don't get it, really. i'm much sexier than he is. in any case, i am five feet and nine inches tall . . . wish i were taller. i'm about a hundred and fifty pounds, which is actually pretty light. so, my eyes are pretty cool. my left eye is green, and my right is blue. i don't know how that happened, but i love it. my hair is kind of a sandy brown. i keep it kinda short most of the time, and i let it dry naturally. so it's always doing random fucking stuff. um. i have a cool tattoo on my back. wanna see? (this is it). it's pretty damn awesome, right? i've got a few scars from when the fucking hunters went after my mom and i. let's just say, we got out better than the hunters ;) as for my personal style . . . i don't know. i like dressing classy, i guess. or just really casual. meh. "

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

" um. okay. you're kind of creeping me out now, but i guess i'll go along with it. first of all, i love sweets. a lot. mostly rum cake. i'm in love with all sorts of tea, too. i like people most of the time, especially if they're pretty. um. i like computers, too, and watching tv. the only sport i like is archery, probably because i was raised on it like i was told my father did. i hate hunters; they think they're so much better than me, but i'm still half human! i hate biggots and arrogant people. and religious people that don't know when to get it out of my fucking face. you can't call these people bad, though, since i've lived through the fourteen and fifteen hundreds. those people are insane. i really don't like spiders, or snakes. i hate cars, i'd rather use a horse. i also hate guns, they're cheating in the game of war. it's stupid. my strengths are: i'm loyal, i'm fast, and i'm gorgeous~ okay, that last part is true, but it's not really a strength. i'm good at a lot of weapons, and i'm fairly smart. also, my accent makes people love me. my weaknesses: fucking snakes, bad grammar or pronunciation makes me wince, and i tend to open my mouth more than i should. i tend to sigh a lot, and rub my temples. i can't help it if everyone around me is stupid. i fear . . . spiders and snakes. and death, though it's inevitable. my secret is that i think i like guys more than girls. you think i'd figure that out before this age, right? apparently my dad had the same issue. ladies man before, total fag after. that's not an insult, by the way, since i'm prolly gay. i want to meet my dad and tell him about my mum, and live with him until i die. since i'm going to die before he moves on, i'm guessing. i get along with people great until i manage to insult them. i have a fairly vulgar mouth, you see, and i don't censor myself. "

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

" so, i'm sure you've heard of lief snow before . . . i'm his son. my mother is named arya cierra harcourt. i'll let you know about their meeting and how i was born later, mkay? you snoopy creeper you. i have a few half - siblings, well, had. they all died in one way or another, so now, i'm an only child. i have a dog right now named lucky. it's because he's saved my ass so many times from bastard hunters, and he's lucky to even be alive. original, right? i'm pretty wealthy. not obscenely so, but mother was alive for a long time, and she managed to rack up some cash for us. it's built upon itself, and we had a shitton of money before a lot was taken away. i still have a bunch, though.

so first of all, i'm going to explain how the hell i am a fallen and human hybrid. my mom was a fallen, of course, and my dad was a human. my mother's family was a family of guardian angels. her charge was . . . my dad. needless to say, she fell in love with him! she told her parents and blah blah they got her engaged. my mom knew what would happen if she acted on the feelings, but she didn't care. she could still protect him as a fallen, right? in any case, they were to be married.

well, she fell. and they were engaged, but they never go to get married. he knocked her up and she had me, but since she wasn't paying attention to lief anymore, he died. she gave birth to me on . . . i think it was august seventeenth. i don't remember the year. so, in any case, that's how i was born! it's a pretty weird combination, i know. in any case, my mom went into depression right after she had me. apparently i look a lot like my dad. i've never seen him, though, so i wouldn't know.

she had a few kids after me, but they all died. my half - siblings, that is. i hated most of those kids, since they all knew their dads. well, at least mine was loved. so there! well. hunters were after us our whole lives. by that, i mean mine and my mom's. in any case, not much has gone on in my life, really. we kept on moving from place to place. oh, right, i was born in england. i was raised on weaponry and fighting. my grandparents basically raised me, though, until my mom could stand to look at me. nice, huh?

well, she was a nice person. but a few years back, the hunters finally got her. literally. they killed her while i was away and, well . . . robbed us. i managed to pick off the few of the stray idiots. in any case. in her will she told me where lief was, how he was my dad, and all the details about him. i was too scared to go find him until now, though. oh, totally forgot. it was when i was around three hundred that i started liking guys at all. ya'know, started as a thought, but grew into actions . . . ya. that enough for you, creeper?

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

" cupcake, i'm still 16 and still a girl xD pacific time. found on caution. i play nicole carter, lief snow, shyvana fortune, colivar lyr, and alyss sky"

lief blushed slightly, embarrassed by what landon had said. surely he'd met better people out there than him. i mean, lief wasn't even close to good. he was considered one of the evil folk. if he were in star wars, he would be a sith lord. if he were in the harry potter world, lief would have been one of voldemort's followers . . . but not the ones that died, but the smart ones that didn't go to the final battle because they knew that he was going to get his ass kicked. in any case, it was rare for lief to have someone that knew him so well call him good.

he debated for a moment whether or not to tell landon what happened to him. then he decided, why not? he knows me better than anyone. he was my best friend, my lover, my boyfriend . . . almost my husband. it had taken him a while to figure out that last part; he'd found out from a close friend later on and had nearly cried himself to - hehe - death at the thought of what could have been. he'd thought, at the time, that it was all for the best . . . he learned today that he was wrong back then. but enough about that! he was going to continue with his life story, after all.

lief let out a soft sigh. " it's . . . kind of a long story. i'm a bastard, in the literal sense of the term. for some reason i was raised as a real member of the family. problem was, i was better than my brothers at almost everything. and liked better than them. my father thought it was disgraceful and he hired someone to kill me. and i died. " he said casually, with barely a hint of hesitation. lief had come to terms with his death. after all, it had been hundreds of years since he died. the ghost averted his eyes, anyway, in case landon was looking at him oddly.

when he felt landon's arms wrap around him, a shiver went up lief's spine. he'd been held in the past hundred or so years - he would have died without feeling the touch of another - but feeling landon against him, he remembered all the times this touch had made him feel on top of the world. it did had that effect on him; lief felt as though he could move on to the other side with almost no regrets . . . the only one being that he wouldn't have taken his new - found vampire (ex?) boyfriend with him. that brought up another question in lief's head . . . were they still together? or did they technically break up all those years ago?

the ghost guessed it was the former. he couldn't imagine doing this with anyone other than landon, now that he had him back. all those people - all those men, one night stands, other flings - mean nothing compared to him . . . he couldn't even remember the name of the cute guy he'd met at the bar the night before. lief clung to landon as if the other would disappear the moment he let go. he listened to the comforting words without much faith in them. it didn't matter to him, though; he had landon back. even if the other decided - for some reason - that they shouldn't get 'back' together, then at least he could look after the vampire.

lief loosened his grip on the other just enough to be able to look at him again. he smiled softly and rested his forehead against the other's; it was nice to be able to do this again. he missed the sweet moments of an actual romance. " so, are we . . . ? i mean, like, um, are we going to, uh, pick up where we left off . . .? " he asked with a blush spreading across his cheeks. it was his awkward way of asking if they were still together, or friends . . . or starting new. for lief, he wouldn't mind any of the choices as long as it wasn't the one where they stayed friends. he would kind of hate that. a lot.

[JURATE]