Post by Lachlan Boece on Aug 14, 2020 6:24:04 GMT -5
. She was an a n g e l craving chaos .
.: He was a d e m o n seeking peace :.
FULL NAME :: Lachlan Boece
BIRTH DATE :: 21st June
AGE :: Twenty-one
HEIGHT :: 5’11”
WEIGHT :: 160 lbs.
EYE COLOR :: Brown
HAIR COLOR :: Dark brown
HOMELAND :: Teronna
MARITAL STATUS :: Engaged
FAMILY TIES :: Father | John Boece || Mother | Mary Boece || Fiancée | Iona Cawdor
CHILDREN :: None, though his fiancée is expecting… hence the fiancée.
TITLES :: None
OCCUPATION :: Farrier, previously a soldier
MARKINGS :: None of note, just the expected cuts and scars from a lifetime working with horses, swords, and his hands.
LIKES :: Sleeping in late, sunsets through the trees, archery, horses, sleeping under the stars, the thrill of a fight, dogs, fresh baked pies, and honey in his tea.
DISLIKES :: Fishing (or anything that requires patience really), playing chess, early mornings, babies when they're crying (he is terrified of what's coming), and rainy days.
GRAMARYE :: None
. . :It's never that e a s y: . .
.: It n e v e r seems right :.
. When c a r e f u l meets c a r e f r e e .
PERSONALITY :: Responsible beyond his years, Lachlan never really went through the rebellious teenage years. He'd give a stranger the shirt from his back if they needed it more than he did. Generous and good-willed, he's always considered himself to be honourable and good- when faced with difficult choices, Lachlan is confident that he would make the right one. Despite this, he is careful and guarded in nature, he's always had to be there for his family, always had to temper the hot-blooded nature that sleeps within him. He would be quick to take offence, quicker still to act upon it, if it wasn't for the thought of his family (and now Iona) needing him holding him back and lessening his temper.
HISTORY :: Lachlan wasn't sure exactly when he became responsible, probably sometime between learning to walk and his mother falling ill, suddenly they had a lot more expenses going out with food, rent, and now medicine. Lachlan grew up quickly, and joined the military, not for honour or glory, but to bring a steady income into the household. His mother never recovered completely, she still struggles to walk unassisted as she very quickly runs out of breath. It was fine, he took to it well, and it was a 'healthy' outlet for the aggression he had kept bottled up for so long.
He had been with the military for three years before he literally bumped into Iona, a ladies maid at court, at first it had just been a summer romance- nothing more than a fling really. They had a lot of fun together, they even liked each other quite a lot, but love was never quite on the cards. Or at least it had never really supposed to be. Lachlan fell slowly, but he still fell, and when she came to him to end things- he was distraught.
She avoided him for weeks, he would catch a glimpse of her here and there- a mass of blonde hair disappearing around the corner at first sight of him. He couldn't understand what had happened or why it had happened. When she did finally approach him, after nearly ten weeks of avoiding him, Iona confessed she had found out she was expecting and had not known how to tell him or how to handle it. They agreed to try again- after all, Lachlan still loved her, and the baby she was carrying. What he doesn't know is how he's going to feed them all and keep a roof over their heads.
FACTS ::
- Has a habit of bringing home injured animals.
- Loves his dog more than most people.
- Cannot handle his alcohol.
- If he seems 'slow', its because he's counting to ten to make sure he's not going to say something in anger.
- Misses his military life, but doesn't like making Iona worry.
. . : She could put a lion on a l e a s h : . .
.. And before he knew himself ..
...:She knew t h e m a n that he could be:...
