Age: 18
Sex: [Oh, yes, please!] male
Job: He was slopping some guy's pig run when he had a pre mid life crisis and decided to go off adventuring! Du du-du!
*Insert Legend of Zelda Theme Song here*
Race: Elven
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 145 lbs
*Elves of his type have hollow bones
Weapons: He can hand to hand it pretty well, so I suppose his hands would work.
Skills: Several years of Judo tend to pay off, as it would turn out.
He's learning elven spell casting, though it's not going anywhere fast.
Powers: Pre - cog dreams that involve death. He can't watch scary movies because the dreams and the story lines mix, and the results are never very pretty sad
Personality: Laine is a generally happy individual that enjoys a good adrenalin rush. He's kind of a persistent little bigger when he gets something stuck on his mind, but other then that he's pretty relaxed and easy to be around.
If you touch his girlfriend he. Will. Kill. You.
- Of coarse, she's the flirtiest flirt ever to hit Manahatten EARTH, so there happens to be just a few skeletons in his closet...
Bio: Laine the first child to be born to a very unorthodox couple that would soon turn into a very unorthodox family. His dad was very liberal, a lead singer for a band that never really got past a few indi records, and let Laine kind of do whatever so long he didn't come back saying 'DAD! I KNOCKED HER UP!!!'
His mom on the other hand was the type to stand outside his dressing room and yell out 'Laine Failen? Are those underwear fitting properly?' whenever any girls walked by in order to ensure that no girl would ever look at him in that way. Ever.
However, there was nothing to stop HIM from looking at girls that way. It was the first day of kindergarten, and he there she was. Mirre - the girl of his, and, well, every other guy's dreams. Every day, Laine would ask to eat lunch with her, but only her best friend and the non - losers - with - wheat - bread - sandwiches were allowed to bask in her pressence. Allas, the Wonder Bread crew stayed the Wonder Bread crew up through high school, and Laine stayed the pathetic looset who asked to sit next to her EVERY FREAKIN DAY. Always.
Then, one day, Mirre looked at him and asked for one reason why she should let him sit next to her, and there was his chance - the light at the end of the very long and very dark tunnel of elementary loser-dom, and he took it. He whispered into her ear. Her face grew bight red, and she went out with him from that day forth.
Needless to say, he was pleased, nor had he lied in any way shape or form. *wink, wink*
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