Original Application(s)
PLAYER
Name/Handle: Cassie/Dichotomy
Timezone: EST
Gender: Female
E-Mail Address: roleplayerdichotomy@gmail.com
AIM/other form of IM (MSN etc): RPDichotomy (AIM)
Personal LJ Journal: rpdichotomy
CHARACTER
Series: Death Note
Name: L Lawliet (AU)
Canon: Pre-series
Age: 10 (doesn't know actual age)
Gender: Male
History: Lawliet doesn't really know his past. All he remembers is wandering the streets of some small town watching people. A few kind souls would occasionally give him something to eat (usually a sweet of some sort) or clothes to wear, but for the most part he fended for himself. This was easy, considering he watched people enough to tell which ones were more likely to give him something if he crouched on a convenient street corner long enough and which ones would hurt him if he stuck around them for too long. It was a simple life and he was content, if not bored.
This all changed when he met Quillsh Wammy.
"Wa-Mi-san," as he called him, was one of those people who regularly gave him sweets and food and even clothing whenever they ran into each other on the streets. These meetings eventually increased until it actually became a routine: Lawliet would wander the streets at night, go to a specific park bench, Wammy would give him something sweet and something hot to eat and possibly a change of clothes depending on how muddy the ones he was wearing were. Repeat at noon and then towards the evening. After a while they wound up talking a bit and Wammy recognized his intellect for what it was and told the boy when he was done working, he would bring the boy with him to England.
One day, it was raining heavily and Wammy decided to take Lawliet to his place of work. The boy was chronically thin despite how many sweets he was given and he worried about how the boy seemed to get little sleep. He told Lawliet to stay in his office as he wasn't supposed to be there and told him to sleep after making up a makeshift bed under his desk. Lawliet protested, but Wammy was firm, telling him he'd just be bored otherwise and besides, he'd have a nice strawberry cheesecake ready for him when he woke up.
A few hours later, Lawliet awoke from one of the many nightmares he suffered, crying. Unable to get back to sleep and with Wammy missing, he decided to see what was going on in the hallway, wanting to find Wammy. Along the way, he saw several people he had ofen seen on the streets - the bad kind he tended to avoid and avoid them he did. He eventually found Wammy coming out of a room looking upset and like he had been arguing with someone and decided to tell him about the bad people he saw and what he thought they were going to do. Wammy looked alarmed when he told him, told Lawliet to leave the building to avoid them and that if they didn't meet up the next day, to deny he knew anything. Lawliet did as he was told and waited for three days by the park bench he regularly met up with Wammy at.
Just when he was going to leave, the gentleman showed up with the strawberry cheesecake he promised, a thermos of tea, and adoption papers. Wammy kept his word and brought Lawliet to Winchester, in hopes of educating him and giving him a proper environment to have a normal childhood.
At least that was the plan.
Two years later, Wammy had removed Lawliet from public schooling, realizing Lawliet was better off teaching himself and found the boy actually liked detective work and was good at it. Adding into the fact his previous employers had been repeatedly asking for the detective who had helped solve the Winchester Mad Bombings two years ago and could he please get in contact with him again? They'd love to speak with him, the stage was set for the boy to slowly rise as the world's leading detective.
This was when Lawliet - affectionately nicknamed "L" by Wammy - was brought into Nihil.
Personality: L's a child prodigy. A spoiled child prodigy. The majority of the time when he wants something, he doesn't bother to ask, he just takes. It doesn't help that the majority of the time, he's smarter than the adults looking out for him so he can usually figure out a way around him. He's also on the neurotic side, holding things with only two fingers as if it's dirty so he can inspect it or being and sitting in a crouch to be ready to move at any moment. He can also be a very physical person. In most cases, he won't believe in something until he has proof of it, but there have been times when he will believe a person's words because he knows he can trust this person. (So far, this has only been Watari)
The kid doesn't relate to others very well. He can be very detached and prefers to sit an observe only those things he finds to be of interest. L wanders off at odd moments, loses interest in things easily, and, like all boys his age, is very competitive and prideful. If he wants to do something, he will do it and there is pretty much no stopping him.
He's also prone to nightmares and due to his stubbornness refuses to sleep unless he's forced to and he can be naive at times since he doesn't have much of a concept of "good" or "bad" just yet. All he knows is "interesting" and "uninteresting" and that's all.
Third-Person Sample: This place was weird.
No one was here and everything was run down. While he liked how that made everything seem more interesting, it also made it kind of boring. Though the organ upstairs seemed kind of interesting and he wondered where that strange sound was coming from. Shuffling along with bare feet (he'd ditched the shoes Wa-mi-san always made him wear as soon as he realized he was no longer under the older man's ever-watchful gaze), he cocked his head to one side, listening.
Fa-so-mi-la-ti.
Fa-so-mi-la-ti.
Fa-so-mi-la-ti.
Where was it coming from? A recording? A lot of churches did use recordings when they didn't have a proper choir but it sounded a little off. A ghost choir? But that was silly! You couldn't see or touch a ghost or anything with a ghost, so why would it be one? You couldn't rule it out, though, so . . . maybe a two percent chance of ghosts and a seventy-eight percent one of a recording? The remaining twenty could be anywhere from people in some antechamber somewhere or . . .
. . . wait? Was that cake he smelled?
First-Person Sample Journal Post: Wa-mi-san . . . where are we?
It's a nice park, but you said we didn't have to go anywhere and I could stay with you while working on the game. Did something change? You said you'd let me know if you ever had to go anywhere or if you had to send me away. I don't get it. You said . . .
Is this supposed to be the puzzle you said I could solve?
. . . Oh well. This place does look interesting and -
- cake!