Lawrence Keithe Johnsen

(CLOSED GROUP RP CHARACTER FOR ST DEVERAUX!) “We all have our own special set of rose coloured glasses.”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Headcanon

When Lawrence was sixteen he found his first love. They fell in love quickly, starting what Lawrence describes to be the best relationship he will ever have. They dated all through out highschool and were practically inseparable. On Lawrence's 20th birthday, they got engaged. They started wedding plans immediately, wanting to have a beautiful summer wedding with a small number of guests. A few months before the wedding Lawrence received a call from the local hospital. His fiancé had been in a car crash, just clinging to life. He sat with him all night, never leaving his side. He told his lover about all the things they were going to do when they left the hospital. He reassured him about the wedding, telling him about a house he had been looking at, the baby they were going to adopt when he finished school. After a few short days, the love of his life had passed and left Lawrence with only the memories they had created. He called their families letting them know that the wedding was off through tear filled eyes. He kept the ring on for months after his fiancés passing, to remind him of the good times. Eventually he decided to wear the ring on a necklace around his neck to keep from forgetting. To this day he still wears the necklace, reminding himself of the best six years of his life.

[hybridarista]

"Don’t think you aren’t the first person to call me a snarky little bitch, sweetheart."

[lawrence-johnsen]

"You're right, I'm not, and with an attitude like that, I won't be the last. Get it together honey, you look like a mess, and the bitch act is just making it worse." 

[vespersullivan]

"Not a problem my good sir, I understand. Of course - I shall make the habit of knocking hence forth." he said with a charming smile. The sight of the nervous creature was entirely too pleasing - it was so innocent, almost adorable in a way. His face certainly bordered on the ethereal when in a monotone illumination - so beautiful…  The look Vesper received after slithering up to the strange man was quite empowering, the lingering perfume of his blood made his pupils dilate ever so faintly. Once again - after far too long - he felt like the predator stalking it’s prey… The alluring serpent waiting patiently before striking and snatching up the adorable mouse. Vesper offered a small bow at the introduction. “It is quite the pleasure to meet you , Lawrence…” he purred as he peeked up from beneath his brows. “I hope the school has been kind to you thus far - I find there are far too many rude little dogs that roam about personally. Then again I hope the circumstances of our meeting haven’t given you the wrong impression of me, I usually like to think I am a gentleman.”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Good Sir? Lawrence smiled nervously at Vesper. This man had such a way with words, it made him feel, in a way, at ease. The people he had met thus far were far less articulate and not nearly as handsome. Handsome, Lawrence thought, He is very, very handsome. He shook his head again. Jesus, he's going to think I've got epilepsy or something, for fuck sakes stop doing that! Lawrence knew he looked nervous, but he appreciated that Vesper pretended not to notice. He tried to stop his hands shaking by taking something from his bag and placing it in a drawer. "Uh... Yes. Thank you." Lawrence was having a hard time looking away from Vesper, it was... Weird..? No, that was the wrong word. Well, I didn't matter, because it was true. There was just something about him that made it hard to look away. Maybe it was the way he stood or... His alarming good looks, or maybe it was the fact that Vesper didn't mind his young appearance. "You're right. This school is full of disgusting little rats. Sorry... That's a bit much. I-I'm not known for tolerance." God fucking damn it! Lawrence felt like everything he said sounded so stupid, well, when in comparison with Vesper. He decided to try and at least act like Vesper wasn't causing him heart failure. Lawrence picked up his bag and tossed it on the bed, proceeding to walk around Vesper and sit in one of the chairs behind them. He crossed his legs, placing his hands on his knee. "You.." He said. "Are one of the most gentlemanly people I've ever met." He smiled. Lawrence hoped Vesper would sit with him, it was the only way he could keep himself calm. 

[fintanthefiery]

Fintan had wandered down to the school library for some time to relax - time to distract herself from all of the crummy things that happened in the last two weeks. Books were a wonderful distraction - she could honestly say they were her friends, her true first friends in fact. She poked her head into the large doors to assess what she was dealing with - very very few people, just the way she liked it. Fintan smiled and shuffled in, sitting herself at one of the tables and pulling out one of her favorite books on the history of mythological and magical creatures. It was entertaining and would prove a good study tool for her creature care class. She laid it on the table and folded her hands on her lap while leaning over and reading with enthusiasm. Fintan had gotten so into her book that she found herself leaping in her seat when her page suddenly flipped with an unknown draft. She stood up with a small squeal as the pages turned rapidly, having no idea why they were doing so. She was spooked. Fintan’s cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment realizing the noise she had made, looking around sheepishly for what could have caused this. She spotted the blonde male she had met a few weeks prior sitting near her and became suspicious - he was the only one in the area where they were sitting… “D-Did you do that?” she questioned. “H-How? That’s a-actually kinda cool… i-in a weird way…” she trailed off to a mumble.

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence had tried to keep his head down in an attempt to remain unnoticed, but it was too late, the girl had already spotted him. He looked up with a grin, it was hard not to laugh after seeing her jump like that. It usually just confused people, causing them to lose their place, which was also funny, seeing the frustration. Lawrence stood, walking over to the table and sitting on it. "Yes, that was me." He laughed, she seemed so scared. He picked up the book and flipped through the pages. "I..." He started. "Am an air elemental, well, apparently. It's in my file, anyway." Lawrence was pleased with her reaction, but he decided he'd like just a little bit more."See those books over there on that shelf? Well, I'm going to make them fall off the wall." He grinned, focusing hard on the books and pushing ten or so off the shelf. He was delighted that it had worked, sometimes books gave him a hard time. "And thank you, most people don't find it cool, they find it annoying. I can see why. I'm afraid I've caused you to lose your place..." He  smiled, this was very, very amusing. 

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence was starting to like this place. It may be full of assholes, but the overall structure and feel of the school was something he could get used to. He walked down one of the never ending hallways and poked his head through an open door. A library! He thought excitedly. Lawrence loved books. He loved how they felt in his hands, filing through the pages, reading a story that made him feel... Happy. He walked in with a smile. Lawrence did love libraries for the books, but he also loved the library because it was the one place he could mess with people and get away with it. Lawrence had an ability that he considered to be a gift from above; He could control the air. If someone was being particularly annoying, he would send a gust of wind their way or throw a cloud of dust into their face. But his favourite part about the library, is what he can do with the books. Lawrence walked around the large area for a few minutes, looking for an easy target, preferably someone with an open book. He spotted someone at a table in front of him and sat down one table away. He was careful and quite, he didn't want any unwanted attention. He looked at the open book beginning concentrate, and with that, the pages of the book started to flip, starting out slow, and getting faster. Lawrence found the reactions of strangers especially funny and pleasing, but this particular person had a very interesting way of dealing with this strange occurrence. 

[niccholidrogo]

Niccholi gave a look of faint surprise when the customer he was helping stepped out of the change room. “You know, that looks good on you.” he stated coolly. “May I ask the occasion?”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence smiled. "Thank you." He looked into one of the mirrors. This suit was nice... But he had liked the black one better. He picked it up, examining it further. "There's no occasion, I just like wearing formal attire. It makes me feel like I'm an adult, rather than the twenty four year old college student I am. " He took the suit and stepped back into the dressing room. 

[damondisampastdev]

Damon laughed loudly as he saw the other’s jaw drop, glad to draw such a reaction. “You know, you’re not actually that bad looking, but I’m not gonna test the theory about being a good fuck. You look 12. I’m not a pedophile.” He replied, offering the compliment before flat out rejecting the shorter boy. “Nice to meet ya, Lawrence.”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence laughed loudly. "I'm sorry, did that sound like an offer? Well if it did, it wasn't." Lawrence had liked this man... Had. "Listen, I appreciate the compliment however forced it may be, but I'm not twelve, I'm twenty four." Lawrence was used to being teased about his young face, some people might take offence, but Lawrence loved it. When everyone else was old and grey, Lawrence had the hope he would look younger than all the rest. He walked to the door, swinging it open. "Look, I have things to do.." He said, pointing to one of the bags on the floor. "But it was a pleasure talking with you. Oh and uh, watch your step. You dropped a bit of that enormous ego at the door." He said with a smile. 

[damondisampastdev]

Damon let out a loud laugh and picked his stuff back up. “Nah man, you’re not my roommate unless in the nighttime you become tall and handsome with dark hair and you’re a wonderful fuck.” He told the stranger with a laugh, finding the situation highly funny. He looked the stranger up and down, nodding his head in slight appreciation. The blonde was attractive, though his face was slightly pinched. “I’m Damon.”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Thank. Fuck. Lawrence thought. Well, he could check this one off on the list of people he didn't have to worry about. Lawrence let his mouth drop open slightly. Wait, what did he just say to me? "Well... As you can see I'm not tall, nor am I attractive, but that last part remains to be seen..." Lawrence winked at this so called 'Damon', walking around him to reach his other bag. "My name is Lawrence..." He said with a smile. 

[vespersullivan]

Vesper’s head tilted ever so slightly as he watched the male closely. He attempted to distract himself by studying him - though this proved to only worsen the inducement the mortal blood was bringing upon him… This isn’t good… His head inclined normally once more as the other spoke up and offered a smile. Vesper’s smile only seemed to have a deeper tang to it at the title Mister Sullivan… No one had called him that yet and he so loved to be called by such a respectful title. Even if it was made clear this was a on time calling, he still lingered on the power of the statement. My my, perhaps this little mortal could prove to be entertaining… he thought up slyly… “I don’t mind at all.” he cooed with a more tempting allure to his tone. Vesper remained planted in hi spot even as the man approached closely to retrieve the item. The smile became an amused yet subtle grin - he had distracted the small blonde. "As I just explained - I was waiting for my friend to arrive home. Sydney is his name, and I apologize for my intrusion. I was entirely unaware he acquired a roommate." he repeated smoothly, keeping a polite undertone so not to insult him. Vesper approached slyly with slow steps, moving with extreme fluidity in hope to appeal to the man. He certainly was a lovely creature… Porcelain skin and golden hair, eyes a lighter cobalt than his own… Ever tempting… He had successfully closed the gap between them and looked down at him with a small flicker of seduction. "I don’t believe I caught your name…" he purred.

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence froze. He hadn't entirely been paying attention to what the taller man had been saying, but he was now aware that there was more to what he had said. Shit, he thought. Not even two minutes with him and you've already fucked up. Lawrence sighed, it was too late. Vesper had already realized he wasn't entirely focused. "Um... Yes, sorry I was a bit distracted, new setting and all. And uh no need to apologize... I suppose. Although knocking is always nice." He looked down. Now he was just embarrassed, but also curious. He had never met his room mate, although he would eventually, but why did Vesper need him? And why didn't he knock? Also, why was he so distracting...? Jesus, Lawrence, snap out of it! He was over thinking things, and it wasn't really any of his business what this man wanted with Sydney, his supposed room mate. Lawrence regained some control and tried to speak with composure." I'm not entirely sure who Sydney is, but according to my papers, he stays here. And yes, I am his new room mate, which means that if you're going to be coming here, knocking would be appreciated." Lawrence tossed the cord onto the bed, and when he looked back, Vesper had come closer making the large gap between them smaller. This caught him off guard... What did he ask me? Lawrence wondered. He knew there had been something else, but the other mans closeness was making it hard for him to focus. My name!  He took a deep breath, finally finding his composure. "My name..." he said, with a grin. "Is Johnsen, Lawrence Johnsen. But as I said before, I'm not one for formalities so Lawrence will work just fine.." Lawrence sighed. The bitch act was not going to work with Vesper...

[vespersullivan]

Vesper felt as if he was fading in and out of the black, wandering from destination to destination like a snake slithering through the grass. He was losing the battle with himself, and the despair weighed heavily as the realization would slowly begin to dawn on him like the rising of the sun - though his emotions each day would set below the horizon with it. But there had to be something to ground him. If his sun were to set, he must allow the moon to rise - that small flicker of leading hope in the dark. As much as he hated asking for help, he knew he needed to find someone to be with… Vesper hadn’t the heart or mind to be around dear Damon or mister Gage, and Nyla… He was far too ashamed to face her - to allow her seeing him sulking around like a sick old dog just waiting to be put down. The last on his list was Sydney - he would understand. He wouldn’t ask questions or patronize him, he would always put on a smile, brew some tea and allow a nice chat to escape into. Vesper simply let himself into the room, not something unusual, he would just wait for his kin to arrive from after his classes. Vesper perked up when the door opened but quickly digressed when the unfamiliar boy walked in. Perhaps dear Sydney had a new roommate… He waited silently and observed the stranger who smelt far too human… It was an irritating temptation to smell the blood - hear it in his veins. Vesper snapped out of it when a cord and plug hit his chest, looking rather confused. When the stranger turned around he quickly straightened his gentlemanly posture and allowed his charming facade. “I do apologize for my intrusion, I was unaware my friend had acquired a roommate - I was waiting for his arrival.” he explained smoothly. “My name is Sullivan. Vesper Sullivan if you are not one for formalities.” he said offering him a charming smile. “May I ask who you are my good sir?”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Oh, Lawrence thought. This one was... Especially handsome, and polite too. He opened his mouth to say something but no words followed. Why was he here? Maybe... Looking for the other person living here...? Yes! That was it, he decided. Lawrence tried to gather his composure, staring at the stranger. "Uh... Yes, hello... Um... Vesper." Lawrence mumbled. He frowned. Lawrence felt so... Average next to this man. Lawrence was average height, average build, he had blonde hair and blue eyes and other than his weird air control ability... He was just a normal man. Vesper, however, was definitely not average. It was slightly... Intimidating. Lawrence smiled, however intimidating it may be, he still liked Vesper. He shook his head, trying to snap out of his day dream and smiled. "Well, it's very nice to meet you Mr. Sullivan, but no, I'm not one for formalities. I'll just stick with Vesper, if you don't mind." Lawrence walked toward the man and picked up the cord he had thrown, holding it up. "I'd say I'm sorry for hitting you with this but... You walked into it. So I'm not. But while we're chatting, would mind telling me what the hell you're doing in my room?" Vesper wasn't his room mate, his papers said his room mates name was... Sydney. Lawrence raised an eyebrow. The more he saw of Vesper, the more curious he became...

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence groaned. This school was nice, very nice actually, but why did there have to be so many fucking stairs? He hated stairs, he hated walking, and he hated being lost. In fact, there wasn’t much about this place that wasn’t annoying the shit out of him. “Jesus Christ, could this place be anymore over the top?” He huffed, still making his way to his assigned room. He was told upon arrival that he would have a room mate, an annoying one if he had to guess. Everyone here seemed so up their own ass, telling him the school was bad, being angry at him for not liking it… Oh well, some of them were nice. Lawrence looked at his papers, he was at the right room! He fumbled with the key and opened the door. The room was nice, it had two beds, assorted furniture, and places for his things. He started to unpack, smiling as he did so. It was nice to have a change, well, a total change of location. He dragged his bag over to the nightside table by his bed, opening it and taking things out one at a time. He pulled his phone charger out and threw it over his shoulder, hearing it hit someone behind him before making contact with the floor. Lawrence turned around slowly. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my room?”

[damondisampastdev]

Damon walked into his dorm room, glad the door was open as his arms were full of car parts. As he was hit by something, he snapped his head up, expecting to see his friend standing in front of him, causing a frown to form on his face as he took in the unfamiliar person. “Wait, I thought this was my room… Am I in the wrong place again?” He asked, placing his stuff neatly on the empty bed. “I don’t even care anymore.”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence let out an angry huff. Was this his room mate? It must be, the other side of the dorm did looked lived in. He glanced at the papers on his bedside table, then looked back at the stranger. "Listen.." Lawrence started. "If we are going to be living in close proximity, there will be rules. Rule number one, get your shit off my bed." He smiled. He had predetermined that he was going to be extra mean to the cute ones, maybe try and play hard to get or something. Lawrence replaced his smile with a frown, wondering why his 'new friend' had what looked like... Automobile parts..? Jesus.. Everyone here was weird as hell.

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence groaned. This school was nice, very nice actually, but why did there have to be so many fucking stairs? He hated stairs, he hated walking, and he hated being lost. In fact, there wasn't much about this place that wasn't annoying the shit out of him. "Jesus Christ, could this place be anymore over the top?" He huffed, still making his way to his assigned room. He was told upon arrival that he would have a room mate, an annoying one if he had to guess. Everyone here seemed so up their own ass, telling him the school was bad, being angry at him for not liking it... Oh well, some of them were nice. Lawrence looked at his papers, he was at the right room! He fumbled with the key and opened the door. The room was nice, it had two beds, assorted furniture, and places for his things. He started to unpack, smiling as he did so. It was nice to have a change, well, a total change of location. He dragged his bag over to the nightside table by his bed, opening it and taking things out one at a time. He pulled his phone charger out and threw it over his shoulder, hearing it hit someone behind him before making contact with the floor. Lawrence turned around slowly. "Who the hell are you and why are you in my room?"

[lawrence-johnsen]

"I am not a dog. Do not treat me like one, skippy.”

[starseekerarbendroth]

“Really? You sure as Hell look like a dog to me?”

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence grinned "What gave it away? Is it my hair? I suppose a trim wouldn't hurt.." He trailed off, a smile still lingering on his lips. 

[hybridarista]

"I’m sorry, not really but      are you always this annoying?”

[hybridarista]

[lawrence-johnsen]

"Not always. Only when I'm dealing with snarky little bitches like you."

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence was getting annoyed. Everyone here either had a stutter or couldn’t speak english. He frowned, allowing his mouth to drop open slightly. “What… The actual fuck does ‘shiznat’ mean…?”

[cameronthoth]

"Dude c’mon. Shiznat, like ‘Holy shit that’s hella rad!’ Y’know?” he said with a goofy grin. “So what’s your name dude? I’m Cameron Thoth, German boy wonder!” he said letting out a laugh.

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence groaned. " If you're going to speak to me, at least try to use real words. And do not call me dude."

[lawrence-johnsen]

"My God, this place isn’t a total shithole!”

[starseekerarbendroth]

"Don’t get your hopes up just yet, skippy."

[lawrence-johnsen]

"I am not a dog. Do not treat me like one, skippy."

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence smirked. “I’m sorry, love. I must’ve been talking out loud. Ignore me.” He grinned. This school was more fun than he had anticipated.

[niccholidrogo]

Niccholi’s eyes narrowed slightly. For the first time at this school it appeared someone had actually gotten it through their thick skull that he was not one to be questioned. As much as he hated the fact that this contradicted his previous statement - he actually felt it wouldn’t be too much of a bother to strike up a conversation with the sylph. Niccholi relaxed himself slightly and allowed a more charming demeanor. “All is well. I suppose it would be appropriate to apologize for my rudeness.” he trailed off.

[lawrence-johnsen]

Lawrence raised an eyebrow. Five seconds ago this man was acting as though Lawrence had offended him, and now he was apologizing... Jesus, this place is a bi-polar wreck. "Sure, honey. Whatever you want." Lawrence smiled shyly.