Livi Royer |
Ability Focus:
Direct Voodooism: Average Indirect Voodooism: Average Self Voodooism: Average |
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The firstborn of the Royer brothers. Livi was the first at everything within his peers. Top of his classes, best in sports, first to have a girlfriend before his brother even though he found he did not have an interest in romantic relationships. The list goes on and even today he still strives for that number one spot. It was never easy, climbing his way up to achieve the blue ribbon. From a young age, he found that his eyes were not the same as those of which he grew up around. He was unable to read the words that all other kids could. The letters would switch around and it was an extra puzzle he was left to decipher. Nobody understood his dilemma, not even his mother. She had patience with him, but even that grew short when Livi's hope gave out. "Quit making excuses, you aren't stupid." Stupid. That was what they believed his trifle was. This confusion of the mind and eyes was stupidity. He'd prove them wrong. He promised to shine through this cloud and be the best he could possibly be, in hope that they would forget his difference. Through it all, there was still but one thing that separated him from the pack. His pristine, ocean blue eyes. All of those around him bore the gold-filled irises, and this was something he was unable to work past. From birth, his mother always told him how beautiful she thought his eyes were, even if they were not the same as hers. When Kayin and Livi's father would visit, he would look at Livi with disgust. "Blue urchin..." he'd mutter beneath his breath any time he passed. It was an insult he grew accustomed to.
Livi was fourteen years old when he was kicked out of the house. He returned from school with his brother Kayin, to find that their father was home again. He said nothing to Livi for the first time, and sat back with a devilish grin. Livi's mother hit him. She told him to leave, and that he was not her child. The once reassuring mother that held him when he was weak was no more. She rejected him, and pushed him out the door. The streets felt colder than ever as he walked alone. He felt constantly watched, and instinct began to finally set in that he was not in the right place. He was not one of these people, and they did not want him here. Saviors of blue pulled him from the golden streets, and with them he felt safe. A man stepped out among the blues and proclaimed himself as Livi's true father, and apologized for the mistake he made by allowing him to be born into such a place. Livi was one of them, and would stand as a proud and loyal member of the Sapphires. His heart swelled at the comfort of the streets here, and the beauty of it all caused the emotions of the young boy to overflow so suddenly at times until he grew to realize that there was a war to be fought to keep the beauty of their color. Livi turned his dedication of constantly one-upping his brother to his work to fight alongside the Sapphires. His brother was always the enemy. He embraced that thin layer of hate and jealousy he always had for his brother and exerted it outward to the Golden and Crimson Chromas. He no longer had anything to envy of his brother now that he was within the walls of his own people, but he had all the hate in the world to be voiced and to eliminate the enemy.
Livi was always a quiet boy, and that hasn't changed for him today. Practically everything about him radiates "genius" or better put, a mastermind. Livi deals with the strategies and locations for attack. He's one of the best players of the game chess, and knows how to move the city to his advantage.
He is 5'10 and now 22 years old. His wardrobe consists of baggy street clothes, and rarely does he dress the part completely. He may wear a fancy button-up with tie, but then slip on a warm-up jacket, mixing the two fashions.
Livi was fourteen years old when he was kicked out of the house. He returned from school with his brother Kayin, to find that their father was home again. He said nothing to Livi for the first time, and sat back with a devilish grin. Livi's mother hit him. She told him to leave, and that he was not her child. The once reassuring mother that held him when he was weak was no more. She rejected him, and pushed him out the door. The streets felt colder than ever as he walked alone. He felt constantly watched, and instinct began to finally set in that he was not in the right place. He was not one of these people, and they did not want him here. Saviors of blue pulled him from the golden streets, and with them he felt safe. A man stepped out among the blues and proclaimed himself as Livi's true father, and apologized for the mistake he made by allowing him to be born into such a place. Livi was one of them, and would stand as a proud and loyal member of the Sapphires. His heart swelled at the comfort of the streets here, and the beauty of it all caused the emotions of the young boy to overflow so suddenly at times until he grew to realize that there was a war to be fought to keep the beauty of their color. Livi turned his dedication of constantly one-upping his brother to his work to fight alongside the Sapphires. His brother was always the enemy. He embraced that thin layer of hate and jealousy he always had for his brother and exerted it outward to the Golden and Crimson Chromas. He no longer had anything to envy of his brother now that he was within the walls of his own people, but he had all the hate in the world to be voiced and to eliminate the enemy.
Livi was always a quiet boy, and that hasn't changed for him today. Practically everything about him radiates "genius" or better put, a mastermind. Livi deals with the strategies and locations for attack. He's one of the best players of the game chess, and knows how to move the city to his advantage.
He is 5'10 and now 22 years old. His wardrobe consists of baggy street clothes, and rarely does he dress the part completely. He may wear a fancy button-up with tie, but then slip on a warm-up jacket, mixing the two fashions.