"I did something cool and you can't handle it. I get it."
-Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender
BASICS
NAME: Lance
GENDER: Masculine
PRONOUNS: Masculine (he/him/his)
ORIENTATION:
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2744
AGE: 28 as of Early Fall 2772
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler, Weyr-Jester
WING: Windsong
APPEARANCE
EYES: Dark Blue
HAIR: Medium Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6', lithe with lean muscle
PLAY-BY: Lance (Voltron: Legendary Defender)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Lance is average when it comes to physical stature, a fact that makes the man grind his teeth often. He stands at an even 6 feet in height, and boasts a slender frame of lean muscle. This allows him to excel at tasks requiring agility and an acrobatic sense, while he struggles with endurance races and tasks requiring raw strength. That said, if Lance doesn't want to be found, he won't be found, climbing up heights and crawling into odd places to escape.
Lance has tanned skin, which is flawlessly and painstakingly maintained to perfection, and his nose sharp. His hair is cut short, a medium brown in color. His eyes are a dark blue color, almost always narrowed in a sneer or otherwise unpleasant expression. When it comes to attire, Lance prefers to wear anything with his favorite jacket, a brown article of clothing with orange bands around the upper arms. Typically, he dons his jacket with a pair of blue pants and a pale shirt trimmed with blue, along with his usual shoes, also primarily blue. When Thread falls, Lance always wears his standard protective gear. As if he'd risk his complexion!
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
On the surface, Lance comes across as being a completely self-centered young man, brazenly flirting with every girl he comes across, often to the detriment of his duties and peers. He seems to have no sense of comedic timing or what an appropriate joke is, often saying the wrong thing at the wrong time in a bad attempt at breaking the tension in a room. Another facet of his complicated personality is how well he can connect with people...when he isn't chasing skirts. Lance is bold to the point of being reckless, extremely loyal to his friends and loved ones, and vocal... Yes, very vocal. Lance has no concept of volume. Inside voices? What're those? Sounds lame. Soooo lame!
Under his loud and boisterous exterior, Lance is a bit of a mixed bag. Though it may take many a social cue to get through his thick head there's a problem, he's a willing listener, capable of extreme empathy and thoughtfulness. No, Lance isn't always a jerk, shockingly. Lance is a moody creature by nature, but refuses to let others see him stumble. Sadly, Lance struggles to wrestle back a looming monster by the name of insecurity. He questions himself constantly. Is he good enough for the squad? Is he providing useful skills or is he just dragging the others down? No matter what, this insecurity seems to have a tight grip on him...and won't let go.
Did I mention he was reckless? Try "stupidly impulsive" and "emotionally-driven". If you hurt someone Lance cares about, expect Lance to do stupid things in response. Additionally, when given praise of any kind, Lance is gone. Always one to lap up the applause and ramp up the crowd, don't expect Lance to be doing anything productive while there's someone feeding his ego. Lance absolutely loves being the center of attention, and sometimes even inserts himself into various situations just to be said object of attention. When it comes to his rivalry with one Keith of Blue Shinadoth...really, the rivalry is all Lance's creation. Lance's criticisms are often relating to ridiculous, inconsequential matters, and amount to truly nothing. Over time, however, this "rivalry" has dimmed in intensity and is nearly gone, though Lance can't help but be snarky around Keith for the heck of it.
Despite everything, Lance shows promise. When focused, he is very aware of his surroundings and in possession of a keen mind for tactics, with no hesitation to speak his mind if he thinks a plan is "stupid and going to go stupidly wrong". Many discredit Lance and disregard his intelligence, which isn't a good thing to do, for Lance in fact has a great deal of intelligence... He just applies it in the wrong areas. While he desires a leadership role, Lance is more suited to be a second-in-command or a right-hand-man. While becoming Wherleader is a lofty and likely unattainable goal, if a Squadleader position opened up, Lance would be all over the job like a kid over the sweetbreads.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Pop-Pop – grandfather - weyrfolk
Grams - grandmother - weyrfolk
Dad - father - brownrider
Mom – mother - greenrider
Veronica – older sister
Marco – older brother
Luis – older brother
Lisa – sister-in-law
Silvio – nephew
Nadia – niece of Lance
Rachel – older sister (forcibly adopted into the family. xD)
Everyone's like Lance's cousin, so deal with it.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Open!
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Weyr
HISTORY:
Lance was born to an already large family in High Reaches Weyr, which only continued to get larger as Lance grew up. For the most part, he's certain that he's fully related to all his siblings. Even so, why bother making a big deal about being half-siblings? Family is family! Lance grew up in the Weyr's creche with his siblings and the rest of the children, seeing as his parents were often being riders under Golre's rule. Lance did his best to protect his siblings, older and younger, from any threats, real or imaginary. He got into trouble often as a result, and eventually had to be seated between his older siblings so they could try to elbow Lance before he said or did something stupid.
Lance was among those who breathed a sigh of relief when Golre fell, when he was ten Turns. Sure, she was Weyrwoman, but she was also absolutely crazy. When he came of age, Lance signed up for dual-Candidacy. Like there was another good choice, right? There, he properly met another Candidate, about a Turn or so older than himself. Sure, they'd grown up in the creche, but was Lance expected to know every snot-nosed kid? Yes, apparently, since he didn't actively recognize this fellow Candidate. Keith became Lance's one true rival in his mind, near constantly trying to provoke the other Candidate into starting some scuffles.
Lance could hardly bear the humiliation when he failed to Impress, to dragon and wher alike. When Keith Impressed, the fact he himself failed smarted even more. Lance started wandering, unable to sleep often for some reason or another. It wasn't because no dragon or wher thought he was good enough...right? Lost in though one evening, he nearly walked right into a trader's caravan. About to snarl something about watching where they were going, Lance stopped mid-thought, his eyes looking over the gleaming wher eggs in the caravan's possession.
At last, here was his chance!
Lance hurriedly handed over every mark he had for one of the eggs, stealing back into the Weyr like a thief in the night. He knew what to do; he'd better, or all those lessons would've been for nothing. Now, everyone would see. He was good enough. He was worthy. They'd be sorry when his egg hatched something cool, like a bronze. Wait, what did the color matter? All whers were cool. Lance had little time to speculate further when his egg hatched, dumping a little blue wherlet into his waiting arms. Lance hurried and cemented the bond, earning him his Lansk.
Lance returned to the Weyr with his new wherlet, grinning like an idiot as he held Lansk close, as if challenging anyone to dare say he couldn't enter wherling classes with a wherlet he'd Impressed from a caravan rather than Impressed from a wher clutch. They received no such challenge, and Lance entered wherling classes with Lansk. Let that show anyone who thought Lance wasn't worthy! He'd been twenty-four Turns of age at the time.
Lance and Lansk graduated wherling classes and entered their squad with no small amount of pride. Finally, he had all he ever wanted: a bonded partner. What else was in store for the two of them?
UPDATES
- Late Fall 2773: In Threadfall, Lansk is walking at the base of a cliff when a rock breaks loose and falls on his back, scraping him. (Moderate)
- Late Spring 2775: Attends Hesk and Nhelisk's Heaveside Ball clutch and is selected for an egg, which hatches gold Lancesk!
