Laurel's Lovelies

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LEVI RICHARD ARCHER

You wouldn't exactly say that Levi is imposing. He stands at 5'10", which isn't exactly short, but sure isn't tall. He is thin from living on his own, but muscular do to the strain his body has to go though. It's obvious he's strong and his lean body is built for agility. He is incredibly fast and can easily out run anyone through an alley or across rooftops. Levi has pale skin and dark brown hair that he likes to keep short. Thick eye brows constantly seem to be knit together in a way that they shouldn't be in such a young man. His face is very angular and a thick strong jaw squares him off and makes him look rather manly. His eyes are a pale green that are much softer than his rougher exterior. His body is covered in scars from fights and beatings he's taken over the years. One particular scar on his stomach was from getting stabbed once while pulling a guy off a woman outside a bar. Hygiene is not a high priority of his and his face and clothes are almost always dirty.Character's personality goes here.Levi Richard Archer was born on a stormy night in the middle of March to Marcus Leopold Archer and Casey Anne Archer. Marc was a doctor working on his residency in Lowell, Massachusetts. Casey had been a kindergarten teacher, but when Levi was born she quit to be a stay at home mom. Those early years were great, living in their small house just outside of town. Even though his father worked long, insane hours, his parents were so in love. When Levi turned three, his little sister Lila Anne was born, and the little family seemed so complete.

School was great. Levi made friends with every and everyone was friends with him. The teachers always sat him next to the troublesome kids. Somehow, they always calmed down whenever he was around them. He was getting ready to start kindergarten when his father broke the news. His residency was done and he had been offered a job all the way on the other side of the country. So they packed up their little lives, the doctor, his very pregnant wife, and two small children, and moved to Lakeside, California.

Levi adjusted quickly and they were barely unpacked when his twin sisters were born, Jane Orianna and Joan Olivia. His fathers hours were better and his mother began shuffling him back and forth to sports practices and piano lessons. It was perfect. His life, his family, his friends, everything. He couldn't ask for more. But perfection is fleeting and his vanished on a September night when he was eight.

It was horrible pain that woke him. Pain and fear. Like nothing he had felt before. Levi went to his parents bedroom, but their door was locked. Perhaps a glass of water? Something, anything to stop the fear and the pain. But what laid out the kitchen window was even scarier than this fear gripping him. Fire. Like nothing he had ever seen before. He was suddenly grabbed, lifted up and dropped outside by his father. The man grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Stay here. Stay here and don't come in the house. No matter what happens, do not come inside." They were the last words his father said to his face. But they weren't the last ones Levi would hear.

He felt it. When his father vanished inside and found his mother and sisters. The fear when they realized the fire was surrounding them. His fathers rage and desperation to get his family to safety. The pain when the fire began to run up their bodies. And finally, the great abysmal nothing. It was excruciating the combined pain and suffering of the ones he cared about the most. He was curled up in a ball on the curb screaming when a fireman grabbed him and drove him to safety.

Levi spent the next ten years in and out of foster homes. Eventually winding up with a particularly cruel family in Los Angeles. He ran away the day before his eighteenth birthday and never looked back. He's been living on the streets. Helping people who really need it with his abilities and protecting those in trouble. He's taken some serious beatings, but he's dealt quite a few himself. He's smarter and faster than a lot of the petty criminals in the back alleys of LA. His time on the streets has taught him how to move faster through alleys and around urban areas than pretty much anyone else. He's not exactly a vigilante. But if some lowlife is holding down a woman and is cutting open her jeans with a knife, he's going to step it.

Ever since that night, the night of the fire, Levi has felt things. Not his own feelings, but those of the people around him. It was agonizing, being close to others. He could feel everything they felt. Emotionally and physically. It was months before he was able to stand going into more densely populated areas. And years before he could deal with physical contact with another person. When he touched someone, he would instantly take on all their pain. Over the years he learned to control this. To stem the flow of energy from others to himself. But he could never entirely turn it off. He still feels everything that everyone feels around him. He's just learned how to control it to the point where it doesn't overwhelm him.

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