Application: Ruby City
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Name: Onion
Age: 21
Personal Journal:theonionpatch
E-mail: killjoypokerface@AIM.com
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CHARACTER
Name: Lamont Toucey.
Canon: Hanna is Not a Boy's Name.
Age: Approximately 32.
Timeline: Immediately before the beginning of Chapter 3: In Which a Clock Stops Ticking.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: On the surface, Lamont Toucey is absolutely the most temperate character in the Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name cast. Calm, friendly and charming, you’ll almost never find him without an amicable smile. His attitude is mellow as can be, and he knows how to knows how to get in good with basically anyone and everyone. How much of that is a front is up for debate (see last profile), but he, at the very least, wears the mask in front of others to build and keep business connections. While being on the good side of clients in the human world is important enough, being the mortal supplier of the city's supernatural community leaves him at quite the disadvantage if he manages to piss anyone off, and Lamont does not have a death wish.
Strangely enough, Lamont seems to manage non-business relationships with some of his clients, a double edged-sword which many would be surprised he risks. But the fact that he generally manages to keep the delicate balance between all of his connections (evidenced by the fact that he's still alive) is testament to a cleverness that many overlook due to how laid-back, therefore slow (both physically and mentally), he seems. Honestly, Lamont is rather paranoid, and as such, he maintains a number of safe houses throughout the city. He's also very good at fast-talking and bartering his way out of trouble.
Lamont's poker face is only broken when he's either embarrassed or nervous. Though his smile never disappears, these emotions can and will cause him to blush and emit uncontrolled laughter, which some find to be a bit disturbing. However, when under true duress, Lamont knows how to keep these reactions under control despite any distractions.
Despite his apparent easygoing disposition, looks aren't terribly deceiving when it comes to Lamont. Described by Conrad as shady and greasy, Lamont obviously doesn't object to what comes down to black market dealings in order to make a "quick buck". He's also willing to do much of the dirty work involved in item acquisition, even when those items are human organs. He has a habit of teasing the more ornery characters of the HiNaBN cast, along with a long history of brawling with Worth as begun in the donation comic where a ten-year-old Lamont chases a stray baseball into a ten-year-old Worth's lawn. These things coupled with the company he keeps -- most notably, Worth and Adelaide -- and the fact that he is fairly promiscuous show that Lamont doesn't have strict moral beliefs. Though he does seem to value certain friendships, generally speaking, his actions -- kindness included -- are a means to an end.
Background: Wiki page.
Abilities: Being a normal human, Lamont wasn't born with any innate powers or abilities. However, during his time as a businessman in the supernatural community, he's developed great skills toward interpersonal diplomacy, such as charm, flexibility, and tact. In addition, he's rather clever and capable of fast-talking to get himself out of trouble, when need be. He's also an experienced brawler, although he really only does so with one certain other person.
First Person: TDM thread 1, TDM thread 2.
Third Person: It’s not like Lamont wasn't familiar with, or even used to paranormal phenomena – after all, his life basically revolved around supernatural beings and the things they needed – but this definitely wasn't something he’d experienced before.
You see, Lamont didn't recall boarding a train. For that matter, Lamont didn't recall arriving at Worth’s hole-in-the-wall clinic to make the delivery the “doctor” had ordered either. And yet here he was, waking quite suddenly aboard an old-timey steam locomotive as it screeched to a halt.
He was quick to take in his surroundings – the dated though rather well-kept interior; the red plush, empty booths; the thick fog out the window – and as the sound of the brakes died down, he wracked his brain for an explanation as to how he got here. He'd been driving and turned the corner to get to his back-alley destination, and then… nothing. He couldn't remember anything that might have gotten him from there to here.
Fucking Christ. He couldn't help himself from jumping to worst case scenarios.
If this was a dream or an illusion, that would certainly mean someone was pissed at him. He knew people that had the power to create false realities in both wake and sleep, and being a surprise victim of their abilities was usually not a pleasant experience.
Then again, maybe he’d gotten into an accident and died. Maybe this was hell.
His stomach dropped, but he shook his head to ward off such morbid thoughts. All he knew for sure was that he was on this train; may as well do some investigative work before he resigned himself to his death.
Needless to say, Lamont was not expecting informative posters on the station walls as he stepped out onto the platform. He scanned them skeptically as he approached, reading aloud the name in the largest font: “Ruby City, huh?” A nervous chuckle escaped him, his eyebrows knitting unsurely. “Oh boy…”
Name: Onion
Age: 21
Personal Journal:
theonionpatch E-mail: killjoypokerface@AIM.com
AIM/MSN/etc:
CHARACTER
Name: Lamont Toucey.
Canon: Hanna is Not a Boy's Name.
Age: Approximately 32.
Timeline: Immediately before the beginning of Chapter 3: In Which a Clock Stops Ticking.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: On the surface, Lamont Toucey is absolutely the most temperate character in the Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name cast. Calm, friendly and charming, you’ll almost never find him without an amicable smile. His attitude is mellow as can be, and he knows how to knows how to get in good with basically anyone and everyone. How much of that is a front is up for debate (see last profile), but he, at the very least, wears the mask in front of others to build and keep business connections. While being on the good side of clients in the human world is important enough, being the mortal supplier of the city's supernatural community leaves him at quite the disadvantage if he manages to piss anyone off, and Lamont does not have a death wish.
Strangely enough, Lamont seems to manage non-business relationships with some of his clients, a double edged-sword which many would be surprised he risks. But the fact that he generally manages to keep the delicate balance between all of his connections (evidenced by the fact that he's still alive) is testament to a cleverness that many overlook due to how laid-back, therefore slow (both physically and mentally), he seems. Honestly, Lamont is rather paranoid, and as such, he maintains a number of safe houses throughout the city. He's also very good at fast-talking and bartering his way out of trouble.
Lamont's poker face is only broken when he's either embarrassed or nervous. Though his smile never disappears, these emotions can and will cause him to blush and emit uncontrolled laughter, which some find to be a bit disturbing. However, when under true duress, Lamont knows how to keep these reactions under control despite any distractions.
Despite his apparent easygoing disposition, looks aren't terribly deceiving when it comes to Lamont. Described by Conrad as shady and greasy, Lamont obviously doesn't object to what comes down to black market dealings in order to make a "quick buck". He's also willing to do much of the dirty work involved in item acquisition, even when those items are human organs. He has a habit of teasing the more ornery characters of the HiNaBN cast, along with a long history of brawling with Worth as begun in the donation comic where a ten-year-old Lamont chases a stray baseball into a ten-year-old Worth's lawn. These things coupled with the company he keeps -- most notably, Worth and Adelaide -- and the fact that he is fairly promiscuous show that Lamont doesn't have strict moral beliefs. Though he does seem to value certain friendships, generally speaking, his actions -- kindness included -- are a means to an end.
Background: Wiki page.
Abilities: Being a normal human, Lamont wasn't born with any innate powers or abilities. However, during his time as a businessman in the supernatural community, he's developed great skills toward interpersonal diplomacy, such as charm, flexibility, and tact. In addition, he's rather clever and capable of fast-talking to get himself out of trouble, when need be. He's also an experienced brawler, although he really only does so with one certain other person.
First Person: TDM thread 1, TDM thread 2.
Third Person: It’s not like Lamont wasn't familiar with, or even used to paranormal phenomena – after all, his life basically revolved around supernatural beings and the things they needed – but this definitely wasn't something he’d experienced before.
You see, Lamont didn't recall boarding a train. For that matter, Lamont didn't recall arriving at Worth’s hole-in-the-wall clinic to make the delivery the “doctor” had ordered either. And yet here he was, waking quite suddenly aboard an old-timey steam locomotive as it screeched to a halt.
He was quick to take in his surroundings – the dated though rather well-kept interior; the red plush, empty booths; the thick fog out the window – and as the sound of the brakes died down, he wracked his brain for an explanation as to how he got here. He'd been driving and turned the corner to get to his back-alley destination, and then… nothing. He couldn't remember anything that might have gotten him from there to here.
Fucking Christ. He couldn't help himself from jumping to worst case scenarios.
If this was a dream or an illusion, that would certainly mean someone was pissed at him. He knew people that had the power to create false realities in both wake and sleep, and being a surprise victim of their abilities was usually not a pleasant experience.
Then again, maybe he’d gotten into an accident and died. Maybe this was hell.
His stomach dropped, but he shook his head to ward off such morbid thoughts. All he knew for sure was that he was on this train; may as well do some investigative work before he resigned himself to his death.
Needless to say, Lamont was not expecting informative posters on the station walls as he stepped out onto the platform. He scanned them skeptically as he approached, reading aloud the name in the largest font: “Ruby City, huh?” A nervous chuckle escaped him, his eyebrows knitting unsurely. “Oh boy…”
