Ohhh my!
Since I just now made up my psychotic manly macho delusional man, can I say 'rp it out' for personality?
Because, as you know, he's... Mentally Ill... <33333333

omg...My computer just ate my bio post! I'M SO MAD D:
And, just for that^^, his favorite food is now nachos.
But, if I can find a phobia about nachos, I might do that too xD

Name:
Lancelot- Means Romantic
NickName:
Lance
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Roleplaying it out.
History:
When he was younger, his parents thought it was normal that he feared seeing doctors or going to the hospital. But, his reaction when he went at around age 15, as they turned on music to soothe his fear, they noticed the fear only got worse.
After a couple more years, the family went on a camping trip. He was 17, and was taking medication for the fear he became consumed in.
But then it became worse.
As they were camping, they did a bonfire, which was normal. But, Lance start convulsing uncontrollably. Soon, the family realized it was the fire.
When Lance turned 18, it was official, that he inhabited the following phobias at the bottom. His parents were embarressed, for after having these phobias, he started having delusions. He kept telling his parents this girl across the street was in love with him, but the second he started talking to her, she looked at him like she had no idea what he was talking about. After he went to a full rape on the girl the parents left him in a mentally ill center - they made sure not to call it a hospital infront of him. Soon, he was smart enough to pretend to be alright, though he was starting to hear things in the back of his mind. More then buzzing like it usually was. It was an actually voice. After 4 years in the center, they believed that he was cured.
But, who is ever fully cured from a mental illness?
When he was 23, he started killing the women that refused to admit their love. After that year, he realize that his picture that was taken at the mentally ill center, could be found and somehow draw the FBI to him, so he changed his looks to the picture at the bottom. His hair used to be brown, and to his shoulders. He also lost wieght, and had his torso much more fit so that when someone looked at him, they wouldn't think it was Lancelot at all.
Appearence:

This is his usual outfit. And this is the look he changed into once he started getting known as the 'Juliet Searcher' to the FBI.
Since it's black and white, this is the random detail that you might want to know:
Blonde hair. Brown eyes.
Thats it :I
Phobias:

Auto phobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of loneliness, of being alone.

Other?:
He's french. Hence the name. So... He's got a french accent, and when angry, talks in french. 

((Alright, I think everything is done now. ))

[[Okay, last post, I swear

I almost started choking on my lollypop when I saw her nickname]]

[[Yayy~
A stalkerrr :O
And, I think my bio is done now xD ]]

[[I hate mine too. D:
Take you time xDDD ]

[[Great!
And, I looked up nacho phobias...
There was none, sadly... D:
I'd just thought I'd let you know how much my dreams are like shattered right now Dx
I'm so tempted to make up a new phobia called
'Nachophobia' BAHAHA xD
Anyways...
Should I start?
Or you? ]]

[[Do you mind if I do first person?]]

[[Alright. This is really awkward, that were doing the same thing, but I have to change 'devices' as you put. Labtops actually bahahaha. And get my afternoon coffee. I got a major headache, so I will start when I get back on and blah blah blah... ]]

[[Just remember with the things I say the girl does, she didn't really do. He's just imagining it, but thinking its real. She never winked or anything, her back is toward him. So..Yeah. xD
And, I was thinking, he could start stalking your charactar after he sees her at the cafe? Since she works there? XD Just asking... ]]

I sat at the Blue Bear Bar, with a lustful look in my eye as I stared at the girl on the barstool a couple seats away. I saw the looks she gave me. The playful wink she did in my direction. My heart was skipping as she grabbed her drink and brought it too those endearing full lips that would make any man dizzy.
Finally, I had my chance. The voice kept saying she loved me. I kept hearing it in my head.
She loves you. Look at the way she's playing hard to get. Winking, and doing lustful looks back in your direction, but not coming to talk to you. C'mon Lancelot, go do what she's dieing to do. Go be lovers.
I always listened to that voice in my head, and it kept me on my feet. Hopefully this girl won't refuse the love she had for me like the others. The poor beautiful girls that all had a chance with me, but chose not to take it.
I pray they find no fun in hell.
I got up from my seat, and started toward the girl. When she stared back at me, she didn't have the lustful look that I saw before. No provacitive move of her tongue across her upper teeth. Just a look that spoke for itself, saying 'Who the heck are you?'
It was then that I realized there was a guy next to her. Why didn't I see that before? The guy was probably her boyfriend - and his looks were a sight for sore eyes. His nose was too big, bright blue eyes too far apart, and hair as long as mine used to be, and tied in a ponytail. Frowning, I snapped. This girl that spoke of her love for me with those beautiful gestures, the girl that I've watched for weeks now, was with another man?
She was playing me?
"Who's this?"
My voice growled as the man got up, probably thinking that I'd hurt my own lover. People were so pigheaded, it made me sick.
"I'm Richard. Now get away from my girlfriend."
His voice was gruff and low. His eyes were dilated. Deffinately on some type of drug. It reminded me of those days, when I had to take medication to help my phobias...
I shook the thought from my head, not wanting to think about my fears.
"Your girlfriend?"
My voice asked, as I stepped closer grabbed my lovers smooth tanned arm and said,
"She's mine. We love eachother."
Richard was already coming toward me as I pulled my lover on my shoulder and started for a run to the exit, which was right behind me. Anywhere I went, I always stayed by an exit, for fire could come out at any moment. And, the music in this bar was scaring me even more.
But, I'd do anything for my beautiful lover.
I ran out the door, and heard Richard swearing behind me, my lover screaming bloody murder as she lay on my back, punching my back. But, I kept running. The Blue Bear Bar was in a more secluded area, ironically. It was one of those bars that was more relaxing, which was why I didn't mind the music as much. Since it wasn't blaring.
I got to my car, shoved my lover in the back seat, who resisted.
"How could you!"
My voice bellowed.
"Your not supposed to resist me! You love me! You showed me..."
Tears brimmed my eyes as she kept punching my chest, and screaming for help. Finally, I had to do this before anyone heard, I grabbed a rag filled with chloroform to make her unconscious. And, it deffinately calmed her down. When she was fully 'asleep' I buckled her into her seat belt, ran to the drivers side, and drove off. I saw Richard and security gaurds through my rear view mirror as I drove away. But, my Elantra was too fast for them. The security gaurds usually were of more use at bars, but since the Blue Bear Bar was so small and secluded, it was known that security gaurds weren't at every door. They were just for show.  

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