PC Application
OOC
1. Name Cicero.
2. Age 18
3. Time Zone Eastern

The Character
1. Full NameLysander James Courtenay
2. Age 28 November 23, 1980.
3. Personality The devoted father. Borderline Personality Disorder
4. Sexuality Bisexual. Completely 100% bi.
5. Residence two-bedroom apartment in LA
6. Vehicle '72 mach 1 ford mustang
7. Occupation Job title. Does your character have his/her own business? If NOT, skip #7.
8. Business Date for hire, or Escort if you will. He also gives music lessons. It’s not an actual private business, it’s just by word of mouth.
9. Education High School graduate. Lost his scholarship to college.
10. Pets One yellow cat named Tam Tam, belongs to his son, it’s a mutt.
11. Played By Jamie Bamber
12. Picture http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b240/4everPirate/LysanderandCassius.jpg
13. AIM Name lysandercourtnay & Cicero Lover
14. Short biography

Written from Lysander’s POV. I figured writing Lysander’s bio from 3rd person would not capture his voice as eloquently and expertly as 1st person would. Lysander posses a cheeky tone that really can’t be demonstrated through third person, otherwise it’d just be angst, and besides only Lysander can write out his life as passionately and finite as only he knows.

Now see, this pisses me off more than anything does, job apps that want a bio. What in the hell do they want me to say? Frankly, I am seriously tempted to write ‘piss off’ here, but seeing as how my cute little Devonshire accent isn’t going get me by with an insult, I guess I’m obligated to write out a bio.

Well, I was born 1980 in Plymouth, England. That’s a major city to Devon. Lovely place Devon, I used to go to Dartmoor National Park on holiday when I was a kid. To this day, I still speak with a Devon accent. As for my mum, well, she was a right slut. As per Da, well I wasn’t missing him much when mum married this rich American and we moved with my brothers and sisters to Manhattan. John was his name, I think, I can’t remember but he had this business on Wall Street. He was an accountant I guess.

Now I finished high school, and I’ll have you know I’m right proud of that. So what if I wasn’t valedictorian? I’ll have you know I thought I did damn well with a wife and kid by the time I graduated. I met Cassius, James and Jessica when I was a sixth grader and we got up to all sorts of trouble. Mostly bucking the system and causing general mayhem, nothing serious, disapproved of, discouraged, but never illegal. Cassius had James to fuck with and I had Jessica. Bitterly albeit, but still, I had the Homecoming Queen, you can’t really beat that, now can you?

Anyways, we were seventeen and stupid. Seriously stupid, everyone knew she was my girl and few, if any, knew I pined for Cassius (Still do actually) who was madly in love with James. It’s amazing what a few shots of vodka can do. Next week she skipped her period; a few days later we were picking out names. I did marry her though, the summer before I turned seventeen. It was in August and in the city hall. She wore her prom dress from the spring, Cassius was my best man and this bitch named Amy was maid of honor. James, of course, received an invitation to attend. After that, we went to a nice restaurant and I paid.

Mum kicked me out of the house then, and John gave me five thousand dollars as a wedding present. I never spoke to them again. Thank god for Jessica’s Dad though. Without him, I don’t know what we would have done. David was, is, a good man and he’s the closest thing I ever had to a father figure. And I will always feel indebted for the actions and favors he has done for us all.

In fact, David was the lawyer who threw that bastard Geofferson in prison. Geofferson, our seventh grade math teacher, was a pedophile. I didn’t know it then, but he was exploiting Cassius, James and I. He told us it was what people did when they liked each other. To this day, the sight of James coerced into the things he did to Cassius, disturb me more than any of the actions he has ever done to me did. If you look in the right places, you can still find the footage, forever illicitly preserved on the internet. Even though Cassius forgave him, he always forgave James; James never forgave himself and committed suicide off the Brooklyn Bridge. I watched him do it, and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop him. He was twenty-four, beautiful and so in love with Cassius. Reading his journals and private letters now, I guess it was that guilt of what they forced him into doing that got to him. It gets to me sometimes too, that guilt, but I look at Cassius and think, there’s no way I could ever let him face that guilt alone. I missed James then as I do now. I always will, and if I ever meet Geofferson on the street after he gets out, I’ll rip his fucking neck out. Not for what he did to my friends and me but what he ultimately did to James. We lost James because of him, not just our innocence. We still talk, Cassius and I, actually Cassius doesn’t live too far from me. The three of us have always been close, always.

Jessica’s pregnancy was not particularly easy, but it wasn’t hard. To say we were in love would be and overstatement, to say we hated each other would be wrong. Sure, we were always screaming and throwing things at each other, I’ve known her for eighteen years and that still hasn’t changed; but I’ve always loved her. Love hate would be an apt label, although I’ve never been into labels all that much. I was scared over what was going to happen to us. To our baby, so many infinite possibilities and few of them I liked. Sure enough, on March 17, 1997, Diana was born and I was in love from the moment I first saw her.

So there I was eighteen with a baby daughter named Diana for the Roman Goddess. There was just one problem. I have red eyes, it’s called ocular albinism. Basically, it means I have pigmentation everywhere but my eyes; they’re a scarlet shade. I’m also photosensitive, which means I’m always wearing sunglasses, especially out here in Cali. Diana, however, is a full-blown albino, now what are the fucking chances of that happening? It’s insane, that’s what. Her eyes are a claret color, her skin is white, her hair is white., to top it all off she hates me for it. Never mind I worked two jobs to support her! Never mind all the shit I went through just to make sure she had a roof over her head. I refused to let Jessica work; there was no telling what the children in daycare would have done to her.

However, with Diana I lost my scholarship. My mother refused pay to put me in school for a music degree. ‘Get something you can use! Like Business!’ she would say. I wanted to play violin having played since I was five, her name is Viviane and playing her is my one true talent. Music, of any kind, I love music, it’s my whole life, my world. For every problem in my life, no matter how many, how much, music was always there to soothe the pain. My dream was to score movies. However, with out a degree in music theory, that notion went out the window. Moreover, with Jessica and Diana to support, I just gave up. I still play though, and give lessons, maybe one day I’ll go back to college when Abraham is in school.

Jessica got her associates degree in business from the internet. However it worked, I have no idea, nonetheless Jessica got her degree in business to set up her own shop selling whatever it is she wanted. After that, I got a job offer out in Cali and so I did the right thing. Better money, better opportunities, I packed up and brought my family to Cali. Cassius had left months earlier for the auditions there. New York Broadway is too hard to break into fresh.

I should mention now that from the minute that I turned 18 I was an escort (well…legally). It beats working at a fast food restaurant I’ll have you know and the money is good. Real good. At age, 21 a business called 'Fantasy' hired me. Suggestive, that. They hired me for my red eyes, long hair, pale skin and British accent. I also came with a pretty price tag and a warning label. I was never a cheap date and while I was polite and civil—respectful to an extent— I never took crap off my clients. Ever. I’d rather put a fist through their teeth than be degraded. My prospects went up in Cali; the clients were richer, better.

That’s how I met Anne Bonny and while that date ended up in her bed, I have no regrets with what happened. Nine months later, I get a call from an Esperanza Rodriguez Espinoza (Whom is affectionately known as Abuela) telling me I have a baby boy. By then Jessica had already given stillbirth to our son Matteo and had moved out with my daughter to start her own shop, which I helped buy with the money I made. It was just easier I guess for us to get along. We didn’t want a divorce; we just dealt with each other better in different houses.

It wasn’t until I was twenty-six that I took responsibility for my son (Ibrahiem in Spanish, Abraham in English). Because of my own stupidity, Abraham speaks only Spanish. He was, raised, after all, by Anne’s Spanish speaking maid. Now don’t get me wrong I visited him across the border every now and then. I just can’t explain why it took me so long to step up and be a dad. God knows how I love him and Abuela. Lucky for me I picked up Spanish easily back in school. He’s two now, going on three and is as vivacious and beautiful as anything I’ve ever seen in life before.

So now, here I am in LA. I live in a two bedroom flat with my son and his grandmother with the cat Tam Tam (don’t ask); working as an escort, or date for hire as I so happen to prefer, starting at about six p.m. to about 4 a.m. I’m for hire. Usually though, when ever I get a chance Abraham and I see Cassius in his plays, or go with him to the parks. Sometimes I call Jessica, though she calls me more often than not, and occasionally Abraham and I will take a weekend in Long Beach where Jessica has her shop set up.

15. Journal Name lysandercortnay
16. What kind of Cheese is made backwards? Edam.