Sir Lancelot du Lac ♠ Biography
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» Pantheon: Celtic (Arthurians)
» God(dess): Sir Lancelot du Lac
» Reference: [1] http://books.google.com/books?id=cTY44q6n0MgC&pg=PR8&lpg=PR8&dq=Lancelot+Proper&source=bl&ots=WzNKjEFp74&sig=ZK0o6Ud_vvE5mZNMoV6SAHf1dkI&hl=en&ei=O0ERTYnKIo7msQPR_c3QAg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=9&ved=0CFUQ6AEwCA#v=onepage&q=Lancelot%20Proper&f=true
[2] http://omacl.org/Lancelot/lancelot1.html
[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lancelot
» Family: {mother & father} Born the son of King Ban of Benoic and Elaine, but raised by the Lady of the Lake
{spouse} None
» Played By: Alexander Skarsgård
» Human Alias: Langston Parker
» Human Age: 35 36
» Human Birthday: February 13, 1974
» Ability: Lancelot is quick to learn anything with his hands, be it wielding a knife, rock climbing, or juggling. It's one of the reasons why he works as a bartender at his own pub. He's got a talent for mixing drinks with some pizazz.
» Occupation: Owns his own pub, Drinksalot.
» History:
Originally born christened as Galahad to King Ban and Elaine of Benoic, he was taken by the Lady of the Lake while his parents were fleeing from their kingdom. While his mother tended to his fallen father, who was dying of a broken heart, the infant was carried off by the water-fay and raised as her own. He grew up under the Lady’s guidance with the companionship of Lionel and Bors. Under her blessing, Lancelot was destined to achieve glory and greatness, but he was also fated to be an agent of treachery. When he reached the age of manhood, he wanted nothing more than to go to the house of King Arthur and join the order of the knighthood. The Lady took Lancelot to Camelot to become a knight, and unable to deny the young man’s eagerness and the recommendation of Sir Gawain, King Arthur agreed to knight him the next day of his arrival.
From there on, Sir Lancelot, also known as Lancelot of the Lake, became one the greatest knights. Lancelot performed many tasks where no other knight could succeed - he rescued the Queen countless times, single-handedly defeated the Dolorous Guard, persuaded Galehaut to surrender to King Arthur to stop the war full of bloodshed, helped Arthur defeat King Claudas, and saved many damsels - but his fall from the favor of King Arthur’s court was even greater. He had an adulterous affair with Queen Guinevere, an illegitimate child with Elaine of Corbenic, and is ultimately considered responsible for the fall of Camelot. Lancelot's affair with Guinevere was a destructive force which resulted in the death of Gawain's brothers, the estrangement of Lancelot and Gawain, and Mordred's betrayal of King Arthur.
Due to his sins, he was unable to find the Holy Grail and only able to catch a glimpse of the holy vessel. Lancelot was proud that his son, Sir Galahad, succeeded where he could not.
When news of King Arthur’s death reached him, Lancelot decided to live the rest of his days in a hermitage. Like Guinevere, he spent the remainder of his life in penitence and died on Good Friday.
» Reincarnations: His first and only reincarnation was born on February 13, 1975 in the suburbs of Rochester, and given the name Langston Parker. His mom left and never came back when he was eleven months old. He doesn’t remember much, if anything, about her. His dad raised him by himself, though he didn’t really raise him so much as hire a nanny to do the job for him. Jeremy Parker owned a run-down pub in Greenwich Village and spent almost all his time there, running it. Langston practically raised himself, but the choices he made weren’t the best.
He barely graduated from high school. His chances of being accepted into a university were laughable. Jeremy offered him a job at the pub, but Langston refused. He hopped on a bus to Hollywood with nothing more than an acoustic guitar strapped to his back, hoping to make it as a singer. He sang in the streets, he sang anywhere where he could find an audience, taking every gig that was offered to him. At age nineteen, he thought he’d met the love of his life. Karina was eighteen years old and beautiful. They married, moved in together, and lasted for all of six months before it was over and they divorced. The only thing that he had to be happy about was the fact that he hadn’t knocked her up.
Langston left Los Angeles for Las Vegas. He thought there might be more opportunities for him there. Maybe he could find some other guys and form a cover band. Langston didn’t mind covering oldies like the Beatles. To keep himself afloat, he had to pick up another job as a busboy and eventually worked himself up to being a server. The tips weren’t bad, but it wasn’t what he wanted to do. Langston kept singing on the sidewalk, not caring if he only made a couple of bucks each night. It wasn’t until he was twenty-one that he was able to work as a bartender. He was almost twenty-two when Trixie entered his life. Trixie was a sweet red head. She danced at night and went to a community college during the day. She wanted to become a school teacher. Langston fell for her hard, but he hated that she was a dancer. He promised he would take care of her, and make it so that she would never have to dance again. She agreed, and a few months later, they got hitched. Things were good for two years, and then went downhill. Trixie was getting her teaching credentials and wanted Langston to give up his dream and go to school. Little fights exploded into a big fight, and they got divorced.
With no where to go, Langston quit his job and returned to New York, moving back in with his father. The man was older, recently diagnosed with a kidney disorder, and needed the help. Knowing his time was limited, his father taught him how to manage the pub. Langston knew it would be his after the man passed away, and it was. When his father died, he left him everything he had. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Langston sold the house and used the money to revamp the pub. He transformed Parker’s Pub into ‘Drinksalot’, making it into a medieval tavern dive. It turned out to be a good decision. Within a few years, the pub’s popularity caught on with the locals and the tourists. Langston began making enough money to buy a comfortable apartment. But the best part of all was having his own stage in the corner. Langston sings there whenever he damn pleases, and he welcomes other aspiring artists to do the same, be they musicians, comedians, or poets.
Langston does not, at the moment, know of his past as Sir Lancelot. He’ll have dreams of memories, which probably subconsciously inspired the idea for Drinksalot, but he doesn’t know that these dreams are more substantial than that.
» Personality: Lancelot is a loose cannon. He's unpredictable, reckless, and arrogant. Rather than idle around, thinking things through, he’ll throw himself into a task before considering the repercussions. Lazing about doing nothing never holds too much appeal for him. Lancelot likes to keep himself occupied. You might hear him complain about being bored once in a blue moon. His idea of a vacation is white-water rafting, rock climbing, hiking, snowboarding, and bungee jumping. There’s a fine, blurry line between his work and his play. He might spend hours hammering out a song. He might work himself to the brink of exhaustion before succumbing to rest. Sometimes, he gets so caught up in things that he needs to be reminded by someone else to eat.
He’s quick to anger, and when Lancelot is in a rage, he has no sense or awareness for anything other than pummeling someone’s face in with his fists. Lancelot is a punch first, ask questions later sort of guy. But in a fight, he does have a strong sense of fairness. He won’t go decking someone who doesn’t stand a chance and he would never lay a hand upon a woman. Lancelot will only fight a fair fight.
Lancelot can be thoughtful in one moment, and an inconsiderate bastard in the next. Depends on who you are, really. He’s a sucker for the underdogs. When someone needs sympathy, he’ll give it generously. Despite his own arrogance, he doesn’t think highly of upper-class frippery. He figures he’s arrogant because he’s good looking, knows how to land a punch, and make a mean White Russian, whereas those assholes just have money behind them. Lancelot has a closet full of jeans and t-shirts, no tuxedo or fancy dress-up clothes in sight.
Lancelot tries to be a loyal friend, but there are times when his lust gets the better of him. If he sees someone he wants, be they a woman or a man, Lancelot will pursue them whether they’re exclusive or not. He’ll try very hard to resist the temptation if they happen to be taken by a good friend. But there’s only so much he can do before he takes what he wants. And if they didn’t want it too, wouldn’t they stop him?
» Journal: drinksalot
» Sample Journal: Cocky sons of bitches think they can come into my pub and disrespect a woman?
I showed those boys some proper manners with my fists. Those fucking pussies didn’t even know how to block a hook. They probably ran off to suck their momma’s tits. I feel bad for those women who let their sons be raised with no respect for women. Dunno if it was them or their men that dunnit but I feel sorry for them.
Ain’t anybody out there raise children right?
» Sample Roleplay: It was near closing time, just a few minutes away from four in the morning. There were just a few more gents skulking around the pub. Some at the bar. A few others at a table in the back playing cards. Drying off glasses with a rag, Langston told Nicole to get on home and be careful. He’d close up and take care of the rest. She kissed his cheek, took her share of the tips, and clocked out.
“All right, boys,” Langston’s voice boomed across the dimly lit pub. “Time to get going. Doors closing in five!”
Groans, grumbling, and complaints answered him, but they started milling out.
All save for one.
The figure was seated at a table, back turned to Langston. Well, Langston didn’t take kindly to being ignored. This was his establishment. The longer some drunk asshole took to leave, the longer it would take for him to get back to his warm bed.
He threw the rag down and barked, “You deaf, gramps? I said git going!”
“Is that any way to talk to a lady?” the woman purred.
Langston scowled. Even worse. A tramp who couldn’t take a hint. “I thought I told you we’re done, Stella.”
She turned around, face white and livid. “Who is she?”
“Begging your pardon?”
“Your new whore!” Glass shattered. She’d thrown her drink at him and missed. “Who’s the slut that took you away from me?”
Langston picked up the phone. “I’ll give you thirty seconds before I dial 911, honey.”