Post by Lewis Wagner on Aug 31, 2010 8:51:59 GMT -5
Irresponsibly ruthless words fill this town but
Never more, will a painful voice flow by
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"The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land."[/center]
Those days we spent casually are bidding farewell to us
As we lose those irreplaceable days
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First and Last:
Lewis Erich Wagner
Known as:
Lew
I have lived:
18 years. September 26.
I am:
Male
My preference?:
Heterosexual
I work as:
Works odd jobs. High school junior - re-enrolling after dropping out.
I affiliate with:
Civilian, for the moment. May be a persona-user soon if he gets awakened in the future.
The rain hides the sun, stealing away its light
I am troubled as I lost what I believed in
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Hair:
Dark brown, he kinda prefers to just let his hair do its own thing.
Eyes:
Piercing dark blue, brows normally furrowed even when he's not deep in thought.
Height:
An even six feet.
Weight:
Around 165. Mostly muscle. Very lean.
Clothing Style:
He prefers to wear a black jacket and white t-shirt - on it the faded black silhouette of a guitar. Sometimes swap it around and wear a white jacket and black t-shirt. Bootcut skinny jeans. A well worn pair of dark brown boots. He's got a nice wristwatch that was given to him as a present.
Extra:
Big ol' scar on his back from when he was hit by a truck. Always has his iPod. Diehard fan of Bruce Springsteen but he likes other people too - mostly classic rock, folk rock, and punk. Smokes sometimes. Occasionally speaks in German - mostly to insult people and get away with it.
I won’t forget those days that I spent with everyone precious to me
Never more, will I be alone even in the darkness
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Positive:
- Resourceful.
- Passionate. if something needs doing he puts his soul into it. If he feels a way about something then it's quite obvious. Of course, this also means he's really stubborn.
- Very mature - come what may, what will be will be, those are the rules he's learned to go by. He still likes to goof off, though.
- Wise, although not what you'd call smart. He doesn't make the best grades in most of his classes, but he's well-read in more liberal-arts oriented subjects, and he's got quite a bit of common sense.
- Friendly. he tries to break the ice and lighten the mood.
Negative:
- Bad temper - when he's pissed he's pissed.
- Poor self image - he knows he's a drifting nobody who's already dropped out of high school once and he thinks that all of the negative connotations of this are probably true. He thinks he's got no purpose and won't be remembered for anything. This makes him very vulnerable, but if someone finds a flaw in his armor then he's pretty good at covering it up. At least for a little
- Cynical. That's not to say he's not optimistic, though - despite the self image, he keeps hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel.
- Brusque.
- Not the most trusting person in the world - and not the most trustworthy if you aren't one of the closest people to him. If you are then you've got nothing to worry about, but if you're not, then he seems reliable til the chips are down and then doubts start to form...
Personality:
Lewis is the kind of guy who tries to take all of his problems, bottle them up, maybe swallow them with the help of another bottle later, and in the mean time he just tries to be pleasant for his friends. He's got a lot on his mind that's troubling him, but that doesn't often shine through. When it does, everyone knows something significant just happened. He clams up about his problems to everyone except himself and a select few people - mostly because of his philosophy that nobody likes a complainer so why bitch about how tough your life is? So he presents the more sociable side of himself: a funny, cocky, and eternally cheerful (even when pessimistic or cynical) sort of guy, who's been around the block a few times, knows his way around a few things, and gives what he does everything he's got. He's reliable and the kind of guy who's good to have on your side. But then there's another side to him that shows up occasionally and you see that maybe he's not so reliable and under the joker there's an incredibly vulnerable nineteen-year-old kid whose last three years have felt more like thirty. With a poor image of himself, he fears that ultimately he's got no future or purpose, and that's what kind of made him drift around in the first place. But then he realizes he's' thinking about everything too much, kind of shrugs, and decides to let history run its course and what will be will be.
While normally talkative, if something serious happens he either clams up and thinks about it... or lets his temper take over. He's also a Christian who's occasionally spiritual. Three-fourths German, he's fiercely proud of his heritage. He's also got a real phobia of dying (who doesn't?) and spiders.
Timeline:
Present.
History:
Growing up in Louisiana, Lewis was the son of two doctors, his father a German and his mother part German, and his father made sure he was proud of his heritage. Growing up was pretty uneventful. He was a good kid, he was sociable, and he fit in. Not exactly great at the sciences but he was a good writer and that's what he planned on doing with his life. He had always liked Steinbeck. When he was 15 one of his friends gave him a little album called "Born to Run" and suddenly his entire life was changed forever and he became a Bruce Springsteen fanatic and he bought the rest of his albums. He also excelled in languages, and was able to take Japanese his sophomore year and did very well for himself.
Then, when he was 16, his life actually did change forever and on one night at the end of summer before his junior year he had gone out to dinner with his parents and they were killed in a hit and run while walking home. Lewis got hit too but he had to have been standing off to the side, because he only got hit in the back - hard enough to leave a scar, but still 'only' compared to what happened to his parents. But Lewis didn't remember any of that. He just remembered walking out late at night and then there's a big blank spot in between that and waking up in a hospital. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder can sometimes just make your brain black out the worst of the worst memories - just like someone turning out a light.
His parents hadn't planned on dying anytime soon so neither of their wills had been updated since Lewis was a young boy, and all their financial holdings and property went to relatives whom he had never met. None of them were very keen on taking care of him. He had to start making a living for himself. After dropping out of high school before the year even begun, he sold most of what little he did own (not the Springsteen CDs, though) and with that cash bought himself a used car. He would live out of this car for the next year and a half, slowly drifting away from Louisiana and going towards the west coast, while taking odd jobs in towns. Why the west coast? Well it sounds nutty but a figure in his dreams told him to and honestly that west the best he had to go on. He started having vivid, intense, powerful dreams where he was told he would find purpose and power and importance if he went where he was told. He spent most of the extra cash he got working on books. Suddenly having to fend for himself wasn't a fun prospect and he had been worn down by the new way he had to live. Although cynical, he kept a bright disposition. However, he knew his prospects were dim - what the hell could a guy accomplish if he dropped out of high school and started working odd jobs from town to town before he was even eighteen? Still, he kept going. Something, maybe it was God or the voice of fate or whatever the fuck, told him to keep on moving til he got to Seattle. He had dreams that told him to go to Seattle and things would be clearer. What the fuck was so special about Seattle? Once he got there he got an answer.
He wasn't in Seattle long before he suddenly remembered that he excelled in Japanese and suddenly it hit him that he had to go to Japan because he wasn't getting anything over here. He had to go. It was the same thing that told him to go to Seattle. His dreams told him to go to Japan. Maybe in Japan he could start things over. He worked, bought text books, taught himself more Japanese, and then sold his car. Stuffing his possessions into a single suitcase, he bought a plane ticket and then he was off.
Arriving was kind of a pain. He left the airport, went to a motel, then held up by a couple of local toughs. They weren't very good at the whole mugging thing, so he fought them and almost immediately they ran. One of them dropped the gun he tried to hold Lewis up with - a USP .45 Expert. Lewis went to the police to report that a couple guys were running around trying to mug people. The officer in charge was sympathetic (but Lewis didn't tell him about keeping the gun - he'd been to a range a few times with his dad and was damned good, and who knows, he may just need it again) and when Lewis told him he was looking for a place to live, he pointed him towards a prestigious school that was accepting foreign students - Gekkoukan High in Iwatodai. Since the school was waaay under its foreign exchange quota, they'd really want him going there, so he had a better chance there than anything.
Lewis bought a train ticket going to Iwatodai, and prayed that when he got there he'd be able to get into school. Upon arriving he stopped a motel, made a couple phone calls, and arranged for a meeting at Gekkoukan the next day to apply for school there; in his dreams he was told that he was exactly where he needed to be.
And now he's living out of a motel room for the next couple of days. That morning, he got up, made sure he looked his best, crossed his fingers and said a prayer, and walked out to go to his meeting at Gekkoukan.
And that's all there is to it. Sure, he's got a persona, but it's dormant and he's totally unaware of it. If someone told him he had one or he had potential, he'd laugh and ask if they were joking or call them a fucking basket case.
I will find it, that precious thing that I lost
Never more, because I’m sure your voice will guide me
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Stats:
Might (FP: 50 SP: 20)
Arcana:
Justice
Persona: Archangel images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080706052720/megamitensei/images/1/13/ArchangelSMT.jpg
Method of Summoning:
None, currently
Strengths:
Electricity
Weaknesses:
Darkness
Skills:
Zio
Bash
Dia
Kill Rush
Weapon of Choice:
He can go hand to hand, but he prefers his USP.
I don’t know when but I really have forgotten
Those important words that I once believed in when I was young
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Parents/Relatives:
Karl Joseph Wagner - deceased
Lauren Aumont Wagner - deceased
Friends:
Hasn't been around long enough to bond with anyone.
Enemies/Rivals:
Hasn't been around long enough to find anyone he doesn't like.
Romantic Interest:
Nothing yet.
Other:
Nada.
In the world I can’t wake up from I searched for them
I finally found them, they were deep in my heart all along
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Characters you play:
I got nothing.
How did you find the site?: you know, i actually forgot. probably aliens or something embedded the link in my brain.
Author Notes:
shanti you are amazing for making my icons
Face Claims:
Hatsuharu Sohma from Fruits Basket
Contact:
shoot me a pm if you need anything.
