Post by Lawrence Grimmel on Jun 30, 2009 3:24:30 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Bri!
CONTACT: AIM : DigiPBri or email: brichnic@gmail.com
GENDER: Female!
AGE: I can buy drinks for you kids.
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: >.> 21 - 12 again.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Corentin Quimper
HOW YOU FOUND US: Pogo-sticking through the country-side.
Lawrence Grimmel
"I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive -- the one who never lets the worst get the best of him."
NAME: Bri!
CONTACT: AIM : DigiPBri or email: brichnic@gmail.com
GENDER: Female!
AGE: I can buy drinks for you kids.
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: >.> 21 - 12 again.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Corentin Quimper
HOW YOU FOUND US: Pogo-sticking through the country-side.
Lawrence Grimmel
"I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive -- the one who never lets the worst get the best of him."
character basics
NICKNAMES: Rencyyyy or Rence. But mostly Sir.
AGE: 27
GROUP: Somni-yum Staff.
BIRTHDAY: 25 April
OCCUPATION Art Teacher
GENDER: Oh-so-masculine male.
PLAY-BY: JOHNATHAN RHYS MEYERSappearance
- Luscious lips
- Hazel eyes
- Finely boned face
- Lush brown hair
Lawrence is a well built man, standing around 6'2" without shoes. With shoulder length chestnut brown hair and brilliant hazel eyes, he's likely to stand out in a crowd, and even more likely to gain female attention. His appearance takes after his mother more than his dark, Italian father. His locks of hair surround a beautiful face, masculine but finely boned. A scar travels up from his navel, spanning a distance of four inches up his torso. More often than not he doesn’t pay attention to his clothing and wears paint splattered shirts and soft, worn-in leather pants. When he’s in the studio where the students paint, he’s often not wearing shoes and seems a bit scatterbrained in his clothing choicespersonality
- Paint
- Paint brushes
- The smell of canvases
- Good Italian food
- Pizza
- Josh Groban’s music
- Soft skin
- Smoking
- Confrontation
- Attitudes
- Violence
- Sexist comments
- Students smoking
- To make a difference
- Dead people
- Torture
- Caterpillars
Lawrence is socially awkward, not because he chooses to be, but because his past relationships have been warped significantly. No women in his hometown would have anything to do with him because of the connotation his last name carried, so his romantic interests have mainly consisted of looking and longing. The artist doesn’t deal well with change, so his move to Somnium has left him even more hermit like than usual. He is often confused by the amorous stares of the lady-folk because he was always told his features were displeasing by his family and has always felt as if he didn’t fit in physically. Where he was tall and lean, his brothers were short and stocky. He’s always felt like the ugly duckling or the stray dog looking in through the window and that translates into his personality seamlessly. The artist is easy to get along with and amiable despite his past, though it takes a while for anyone to break through his shell of shyness. Once you get to know Lawrence, his smile is one of the most beautiful things about him, and transforms his slightly haunted face into a masterpiece in its own right. He adores his students though he is very difficult on them, believing that if they all would push themselves a little harder, their work would show that emotion and desperation. The teacher does recognize though that some students simply took art as an elective and in that instance will have no innate talent and will not be on the same level as other students. A lenient grader, most students who take his class receive an A, but also find that their artist skills have increased immensely.family & history
FATHER: Azzo, 72, deceased
MOTHER: Jean, 60, Art Columnist for the Miami Times
SIBLINGS: Nicholas, 42, Johnathan 40, Jacob 39, Madison, 36, Chloe, 33,
GRANDFATHER: Don, 104, deceased
HISTORY:
The artist was born and raised in the Italy of the modern world. His family life was far from normal even though it contained all of the right parts, a mother, a father, and siblings, just like every family unit should. Being born Italian, one immediately assumes things about a man. Lawrence’s father just happened to be involved in a shady, often unnamed organization that everyone associates with the little European boot of a country. A collection of dangerous men who restored what they defined as peace to a chaotic world, the membership in the mafia that Azzo Grimmel was a part of was deeply ingrained into his family’s history, a trait passed from father to son.
For a young woman touring the European continent for the first time, it is easy to fall in love with the first handsome Italian man she meets. Much like a movie scene, Jean Thomas fell deeply for a deep voiced man with dark eyes and a simply wicked smile and within a few months had quit her studies in order to become his demure, stay at home wife. Azzo Grimmel wasn’t the nicest man one could find and had Jean not been blinded by the the first excitement she had felt in her bookwormish life, she would have been able to see that easily. The troubles in their relationship began with the first smack to the face after the American born woman expressed an opinion Azzo didn’t find charming. He quickly made it clear that he was the man of the household, his word was law, and his woman was his property. Jean, paralyzed by a mixture of love and fear learned to walk a thin line dictated by the barking orders of her husband
First born to the Grimmel family was a squalling, fat baby with a full head of black hair like his father. He was christened Nicholas, Jean enforcing American names in each of her children before Azzo could change that fact. The couple produced two more sons, Johnathan and Jacob, two daughters, Madison and Chloe, and finally, their youngest son, Lawrence. Jean loved her children equally, but instilled the knowledge of the American world especially in Lawrence. She taught him of the people, the way of life, and the freedom of the United States. Lawrence took all of this deep inside, along with the artistic qualities of his mother, though she had only been fond of looking at art, not creating it. He began painting at a very young age, developing his own natural talents and style before reaching his teens.
Lawrence's childhood was always troubled. His highlighted hair was blonde at birth, but darkened into an even brown. Nevertheless, it served as a beckon of difference in the black-headed, Italian, Grimmel family. Each and every one of the other children had the eyes and hair of their father, along with the Italian facial features. Lawrence had inherited the finely boned face, but never the thick nose and other characteristics. As he grew, he proved to be an amazingly beautiful man, but as a young boy he was taunted by his siblings. They claimed he was not their father’’s child and that his birth only meant that their mother was an “unloyal whore” as stated by Azzo too many times to count, usually accompanied by a sharp slap to Jean’s face. Lawrence’s young mind was poisoned by this, always giving him the tendency to stay quiet in the presence of others. Childhood friends never stuck around long after witnessing the violence in the household. He grew up lonely, very lonely, whispers always at his back though he didn’t deserve them.
The rest of Jean’s children were no;t as ripe as Lawrence seemed to be, the girls and boys all falling to their father's way of life. The family had long since established a reputation for violence and a need for control, when in the midst of all of the children’’s births Azzo’s father passed away. Azzo inherited the mob empire and all of its responsibilities, the one job he was most suited for. His father’s way of living was passed on in a never ending cycle that would inevitably fall into Nicholas’ hands.
Lawrence's father, Azzo was heartless and cold as compared to the warm blooded, compassionate artist. Even though he rarely spoke out against his father, the young man spoke up when his father ripped apart a family that had not done a thing to deserve it. Hazel eyes gleamed with anger when Lawrence discovered the photos of a young mother, shattered by bullets with an infant, dead in her arms. He knew that the father, the husband, the victim in all of this was being tortured in various ways down in the basement of his three story childhood home.
The silent screams of this man boiled up through the stone floors and flooded the artist’s ears. Lawrence could do nothing but cover his ears. Who could speak up against an entire way of life? Feeling a constant sense of guilt and responsibility, Lawrence developed a gruff personality, in which he prefers to be left alone only because he feels undeserving of friendship and accolades.
Years after Lawrence had become a man, a funeral was held after his father’s passing due to a genetic condition he had never had treated. A line of children, each strong in their build and facial features stood beside a cherrywood casket as it was lowered into the ground, to Azzo’s undeserved resting place. He didn’’t deserve the dirt that so graciously accepted him into its clutches and most of the people in attendance whispered the same sentiment. Tears ran from the eyes of five people out of the seven lined up there. Only Lawrence and Nicholas kept their eyes dry, Lawrence because he felt no emotion toward his farther and Nicholas because he knew deep inside that he had gained far more than he’d lost. Lawrence and his mother stood close together and the eyes of the beautiful woman poured tears, but no one could say for certain if she cried in sadness or relief. As Nicholas shoveled the first clump of dirt into the hole in the ground, Jean walked forward, her nose and cheeks red and rubbed raw. Cupid’’s bow lips turned up in a smile, then pursed as she spat on it, spit on the casket and the life he had given her and everything he had taken away. Nicholas turned to her with cold fire in black eyes and looking very much like Azzo, he raised his hand with the intention to slap her. A soft, artist’s hand grabbed him by the wrist and hazel eyes stared back into the coals. Heartbeats passed before Nicholas pulled away and Lawrence pulled his mother into the side of his body, tucking her small frame away from harm. The scene faded away as the grave was filled, but two forms, like stone statues embraced each other, one crying tears of joy, the other wondering what the future would bring.
After relocating his mother to a comfortable home back in the United States with the money he’d gathered both from his father’s will and the paintings he’d sold, Lawrence set himself in another direction. The artist had all of the passion and education to be a wonderful teacher and in the back of his mind he kept the idea that maybe he could give back some of what his father had stolen from society. After being accepted as a teacher at Somnium Academy, a place where he simply didn’t know how exactly he’d qualified for such a prestigious job, he washed away the memory of his former life. The fact that he left Nicholas and his family behind, however, doesn’t guarantee that his vengeful brothers and sisters won’t seek him out once again in the future. Lawrence, for the protection of everyone at hand, hides his history and familial information, only speaking about his mother in Florida and telling people that she raised him as a single mother. Though he has toned it down significantly, Lawrence has a slight Italian accent and when he speaks fast, it’s hard for certain people to understand him.
Lawrence has now been teaching at Somnium Academy for two years and enjoys his job immensely, though the cafeteria food could use a lot more tomato paste and oil.dream form
Lawrence’s Dream Form is easily recognizable as him, so he doesn’t attempt to disguise his identity. His Form is an almost identical replication of his appearance in the dream world with the exception that when he first enters the Dream World, it looks as if his heart has been ripped out of his chest and is bleeding down his bare torso. Over the course of a Dream, however, the wound heals and he can gauge approximately when he is to awaken when his wound begins to show the pink flesh of a healed scar. He always wears his tattered and torn jeans, held fast with a leather belt in his dreams. He isn’t quite sure exactly why his heart is ripped out every night while he sleeps, though he is continuing a two year research project on what the symbolism could be and has his suspicions of what it is alluding to.
