Character Name: Laertes Andreou Kalivas.
Nickname: Doc, Lae, Etc.
Age: Twenty-Eight Years Old
Gender: Male
Grade: Townie
Subject: N/A. But he is a doctor~
Race: Witch
Play-by: Jesse Spencer.
Appearance:

If you were to measure this man from the bottom of his feet to the tip of his head where his hair lies flat, the height noted would be exactly five feet and ten inches, not the tallest guy around, but enough to at least have a few inches on most femmes, which he is perfectly fine with, since he never cared about his structure and what-not, more focused on staying alive and keeping his grades up to fulfill his dream of becoming a doctor. Now, he weighs in at one hundred and forty pounds of lean muscle that lines all of his frame, enough to not appear like a thin stick, but not too much as to be bulky and hindering his agility, which is the skill he relies on the most. Being of Greek ancestry, his bones are naturally fine yet sturdy, thus explaining why he had quite a bit of falls but has yet to have broken any major parts of his skeletal system, a blessing in reality. Now, overlooking his flesh, one would note that it is a creamy tone, a nice median between pale and tan, courtesy of the fact that he is practically homed in the hospital, to focused on his work to do anything else.

If there is one thing that Laertes takes pride in, it is his hair, silky to the touch, and ranging from length one week to the next, he likes to keep it varied, so that no one can expect anything. Normally it is a couple of inches above his shoulders, though occasionally he allows it to grow until there, or cuts it so that it’s above his ears, though it always maintains its blonde coloration, like the wheat of a farm as the sun casts its blessings upon it. It has a medium thickness, volumized by the shampoo that he uses, with its own luster and sweet scent that attracts those around him, or perhaps it is his eyes that are doing that fishing for the brute. These irises of his are of a pale azure, lacking the happiness and emotion that once flickered around in them, ever since Hawk at least, and now, unless he encounters someone that he bonds with, they remain nearly lifeless, but if the prior is found, they retain a glitter of hope, enhancing their beauty to a more cerulean type of tint.

This boy has a strange sense of fashion, preferring to wear anything from polos, to sweaters, to dress shirts, along with jeans and a lab coat to complete his image as a doctor, though when he is in public, he leaves off the said jacket, wearing just the prior. He has an affinity for leather shoes, they make his feet feel quite comfortable, especially when he has to run all over the place when more than enough nurses are ‘sick’ at home. Though if there is one thing everyone who gets to know Lae realizes, it’s that the male always carries around a simple pinstripe fedora with him, either on his head or in his arms, for it had belonged to his grandfather once, the only one who believed in him, and ever since the old man passed away, he had kept it as a memory, the thing that had ever been worth so much to him that he would rather die than watch it be ruined. Lastly, as do all warlock’s hold the capability of, this specimen’s magic is more so the color of cool blues and greens than anything else, only changing when he is furious, which is when it sparks to a warmer red or yellow, all of this depending on his mood.

Personality:

Frighteningly Intelligent. If there is one thing you will first realize about Laertes upon first meeting him is that this male is intelligent, eerily so, for it came with a price, his heart. After it had been torn in two, he no longer cared about such trivial things like relationships, instead focusing on his studies, his photographic memory coming into play with this, allowing him to remember loads of information in short periods of time, engraved into the folds of his mind, never permitting him to forget. He has a vast range of this knowledge, from the histories of countries, to useless trivia, to needed medical facts, such as the natural remedies with herbs or the concoctions to make antibiotics. The fire within him, confident in what he knows, is always challenged when someone treats him as if he is a mere child in his profession, and he holds no qualms against proving it to their faces that he isn't some normal doctor, it was his passion, and he encouraged himself to learn as much as he could about it, still continuing to do so nowadays, knowing that he would be dead before he truly learned everything there is. It is just impossible. If you do catch the warlock off of his game, however, he will probably remain silent, and will curiously listen to you as you explain the matter to him, and he respects those who know what they are talking about, not just spewing nonsense like most. Though perhaps this personality trait is what will be his downfall, for he will stop at nothing to be tutored in everything, and has even resorted more than once to sleeping with other so to be given a certain scroll or book that is not found anywhere else, for apparently those venders are more attracted to his self rather than his money.

Quirks. Laertes has many special things about him, three main ones being that he has a horrid mouth, a mixed attitude, and an artistic side that is hidden away in his heart. Yes, it is true, despite his soft, friendly appearance on the outside, if you are on his hit list, or just manage to catch him on a bad day, this doctor has one of the worst mouths in history, practically cursing in every single sentence of his, not even bothering to see if his profanities make others feel uncomfortable, and occasionally he uses a vulgar term as a nickname for someone, especially if he hates them, though perhaps over time it gains a more affectionate meaning. As to his mixed attitude, he can be fiery and angered towards some people, mainly other males, but have a sweet soft spot for others, such as females and children, turning into a completely different person, since he knows how delicate and innocent they can be. Or maybe it’s because of his past with each one of these types. Lastly the Greek mix has the soul of an artist, loving to paint and sing, both his secretive adorations, not many witness to it, for he doesn't think anyone will take him seriously if he admits it to the world, and thus lose his position as a reputable doctor. He mainly does these things when he finds the muse, or wants to comfort someone by singing to his patients as they lay dying on the bed, it’s the least he can do after failing them, and he takes each one of their deaths quite personally, feeling as if he murdered them by not being able to save them, a sad thing indeed.

Secret Side. Unbeknownst to everyone he has met, for all they see is a smiling face and a confident doctor, Laertes is actually horribly broken on the inside, feeling worthless and useless. It had started ever since his grandfather’s death, only worsening after Hawk left him, feeling as if he wasn't good enough for anyone, and when he couldn't cope with the depression anymore, he turned to Diludad, a medical drug meant to help, but soon he became too dependent on it, unable to stray away from it. He became addicted, though this is hidden from everyone, who have yet to find about this secret, so no one is able to help him, and while he is a doctor, and knows how this will hurt him, every time he tries to quit, he feels more alone than ever, no one has ever cared, nor ever will. Though once in a while, the side effects harm him, such as the lapses in breathing, actually placing threats on his life, not allowing him respirate for thirty seconds to two minutes, a dangerously close limit to his suffocation. Perhaps one day someone will connect with him and rescue him from this fate, an overdose, or he will continue to live in solitude, living day by day in that small apartment of his. Yes, he does have the money to get a much larger, fancier house, but the thing is, with only one person, the brute feels even more alone when in large spaces, scared that someone is out there in the shadows, especially when there is no one else to cuddle beside him. With that, if you were to enter his home, you would have to wade through the mess of books and scrolls he has on the floor, a completely unorganized fool he is, when it comes to his own living conditions.

History:

Laertes Andreou Kalivas was born in New Jersey two a pair of Greek immigrants who had escaped from their country to be safe from the war, and as such, had very hard times because of their lack of the knowledge in the English language. They had to scrape by for jobs and what-not, thus unlike his American friends, the boy grew up knowing how important it was for him to go to college and get a scholarship, since his parents wouldn't be able to pay for it, and he needed a good education to get a well-off job so he wouldn't end up like them. He wanted to be able to take care of them when he got older, to thank them for being so kind to him as a kid, do everything they could to make sure he had food and clothes, even toys, when he had repeatedly told them he wasn't interested in such things, just to make sure they could have a little more money saved. Even though it was a difficult life, it was filled with warmth and love, except for one sad thing, his parents didn't believe that he would be able to become a doctor, not even trying to encourage him to follow his dreams, they said he wouldn't make it when compared to all these rich Americans.

But there had been one person. His grandfather Aleksi, who had told him he could do anything he wanted if he worked hard, hell, he could be the fucking king of the world if he wanted, but no, Lae knew his dream was to help others by being a doctor, and his grandpa assisted him with that, teaching him old remedies, quizzing him on his studies despite barely grasping the language of English like his parents. Though Lae and Aleksi adored one another, the child never leaving the elder’s side, always snagging on to that prime fedora the old man kept on his head, and as time passed, and the little kid became a teenager, that was when his grandfather passed on from his growing age, something impacted the Greek mix hard, stabbing him right in the heart, and he wanted to give up on everything. But he knew if he did that, he would be letting his best friend, his kin, down, and that was unacceptable, and the only thing the boy wanted to inherit from his grandpa was the fedora, refusing the money and letting his parents keep it, he only wanted the meager hat.

Years later, the teen graduated at the top of his class, with amazing grades and excellence in extracurricular activities, making him a prime choice for the colleges all around, and after he applied to a myriad of them, the boy was so excited when he was accepted into Harvard Medical. Of course, with his background, from the start Lae didn't fit in, not having the nicest car nor the largest yacht, plus he wasn't popular because of his focuses on studying rather than on popularity. So just like the petty ranks in high school, the other students picked on him quite a bit, one day taking it too far as they threatened to beat him, though with his snarky mouth, that just angered them further. That had been when his savior swooped in, a threatening looking man, who just hopped off from the roof in front of them, and that had nearly given the boy himself a heart attack as he just gaped and stared at the male named Hawk, though after that, it seemed fate wouldn't let them go separate ways, and they fell into a deep and passionate love.

This had given Lae the power to finish up on his diplomas, in such a happy life at the moment, at least until he began questioning what Hawk did for a living, seeing as he was gone for quite a while sometimes, but he was happily in love, thus never thought anything drastic such as cheating. But one day, everything in the man’s soul shattered, his perfect existence becoming a hell, the day when his lover told him that he had never loved him, that he only was using him, then leaving, and that had sent the boy into the deepest of depressions, feeling worthless, incomplete without Arson. So he turned to drugs, first starting out as a prescription until he became addicted to the Diludad, feeling even lonelier when he tried to stray away from it, so it was hopeless, but even then, he saw a flicker of hope, his career as a doctor, and he honed that. Thus nowadays he maintains the daytime appearance of a confident and friendly medical man, and at the night, the saddened child left behind, waiting for someone to take the time to know him, to bond with him…

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Your Age: Fourteen.
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