Z Lavertue

[Z]

murder is necessary, sacrifice is noble, death is.....hard but worthy


Name: Z Lavertue (pronounced Zed lavehrtoo)

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Nickname: Z (as in the letter)

Age: 19

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Characters hometown: Quebec, canada 

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Birthday: September 27

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Eye Color emerald green, appearing as if they glow

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Height 6 foot 6 inches

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Hair Color (specify if dyed) dark brown wavy hair

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Special Marks: several small scars above his eyes, one of the scars lying over his right eye. 
A large tattoo over his back, the tattoo consisting of a lavender flower, the flower partially blackened. A ribbon on the stem with only the words "For you," on it. 

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Gender: Male

Known family: mother, Lavende (deceased); father, Rene.

Test score (scores range from 0-200, scores 100 and up are required for entry): 150

Characters appearance (must be detailed) 
Z stands at a towering 6 and a half feet, his dark brown wavy hair falling just over his eyes. Only enough to cover his scars. 
His eyes always seeming to glow shine from under his hair, the scar over his right eye seems as if it isn't even there until his hair is pushed back. 
Having naturally olive tone skin from his fathers side, he chooses to wear formal attire as if he is representing his family. Rarely can he be seen in relaxed attire. 

Personality (two paragraphs)
While seeming very calm and relaxed he is very analytical, over thinking most things he comes across. At times he can be very negative, though he tries his very best not to look on the down side of things. Z believes that no one is truly equal, that people are the same but others simply do more. 

He has few tender subjects, though if brought up he doe not make excuses or even get angry. Instead he straightens up and tries to calm defuse the situation before it gets worse. Though if provoked enough he may lose his temper. 

Special -illegal- skills: health care without a license, and an ability to harm using only a persons pressure points. 

Addiction: (everyone needs something to help them through the stress) salvia divinorum, Z often has bags of this on his person and in his room. 


Likes: (at least 3)

• reading medical journals
  
• make flower pressings 
  
• cooking
  
• karaoke
  

Dislikes: (at least 4)

[/li][li] stress
[/li][li] pushing himself academically 
[/li][li] lying
[/li][li] when people say his name as Z and not Zed as it should be 

Job: (all high school age students are recommended to have jobs) Z works part time at the karaoke place in town as a waiter and often stand in cook. 


History (How they choose to take the test to enter):
Z was born in Quebec, Canada though only lived there until he was 6 years old. His mother who'd been diagnosed with terminal metastatic cancer, in hopes of better health care Z's father moved them to New York. Z had often had trouble dealing with this sudden change, he began to pull himself away from the world. Letting school and friends pass him by, up until he was eleven years old. 
His father who had become a well known private practice surgeon, often not around his family or his dying wife. Z had skipped school for weeks, fearing his mothers condition was worsening, he stayed by her side. Until finally he saw the life leave her eyes, unable to process what he'd seen he began to panic. 
Tearing at his eyes with his nails, claw over his forehead and eventually over his right eye. This caused damage to his eye, which he can now only partially see out of. 
His father who seems to further distance himself from his son, he pressured Z to the point he was in need of psychological help. At which point Z was sent down south to study in a private school, by the time he turned 18 he had dropped out. 
His father gave him a single choice, either finish out high school properly or study to join the elite Dark forest coast school. He choose to study for Dark forest coast on the basis that as such an elite school he would be able to go into the field he choose for himself. 

Password/phrase: Mental health is for chumps

Role play sample (3 paragraphs minimum): [/center]
Having been in the town just a short while he decided to investigate the woods behind the manor, finding them to be rather dense. He should have thought it through a bit better, quickly finding himself lost in the dense woods. Before allowing himself to get turned around he knelt down close to the ground, dried pine needles sticking to his pants. 
He could hear the river near by. He knew that the docks were along the lake which fed the river, all he'd have to do was find the river and follow it up stream to the docks. 

With that knowledge in mind he began the trek towards the river, constantly stopping as he found wild flowers. Snatching up small samples for his book in his dorm, he found many flowers that he'd never seen in such colors as well as flowers he couldn't find in his old home. Things such as apple blossoms and some flowers growing from a vine. 

Once he managed to pull himself away from the flowers and make it to the water he started to follow it up stream. The docks could be spotted not far from where he was, at least he'd been able to enjoy a peaceful walk.