screams wtf ( i came on here to formally say that yerp it’s confirmed i’ll be moving blogs, HOWEVER the url will not be announced publicly due to reasons of my own!! i’ll probably end up re-following most of you sinners though lol. ) there are new code geass blogs slaying me with their talent and !!!!! so excited hhh i love this fandom so much. @kingslxy && @martyr-and-soldier && @suzaku-kururugi-rper here’s a s/o to these lovelys please go love on them bc god knows i’m not able to now weeps
stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical
“Rules”: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!
tagged by: editorialisms
B A S I C S
Name: Lelouch vi Britannia ( alias: Lelouch Lamperouge ) Age: 17 Birthdate: December 5th Species: human Gender: male Orientation: gray ace Profession: student at ashford academy, ceo of the terrorist organisation known as order of the black knights.
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: black Eyes: violet Skin: averagely pale, smooth Height: 5′8′’ ( 178cm ) Weight: 119lbs ( 54kg )
F A M I L Y
Siblings: one true sibling; as for half-siblings, at least 28; the royal family is extremely extensive due to the large number of consorts the 98th emperor, lelouch’s birth father has. Parents: charles zi britannia, marianne vi britannia. Grandparents: unknown. Other Relatives: estimated to be around 60. Any Pets?: the student council’s mutual ‘pet’, a black cat named Arthur. personal, none.
S K I L L S
Abilities: power of absolute obedience, anyone who makes direct eye contact while he gives an order under geass has to obey. above-average hand-eye coordination, quick typist, good in calculation, physics and more so, chess. skilled at aiming firearms; adept at organizing, coming up with elaborate strategies, lying, manipulating, charming while socializing if required. Hobbies: reading, gambling, playing mostly chess but enjoying other games as well.
T R A I T S
—— Positive —— strong leadership, aspiration for the future and all that comes with it. dedicated, protective of those he cares for, smart, silver-tongued, compelling, calculating, thrifty.
—— Negative —— emotionally weak, manipulates, lies, selfish, arrogant, complex, difficult to get truly close to; the ends justify the means.
L I K E S
Colors: purple; eminence especially. it is thought to be a royal color, but he likes it most of all because it carries an air of mystery. Smells: clean ?? after showering, of a sharp citrus tang. Textures: velvet, fur. Drinks: coffee, water.
O T H E R D E T A I L S
Smokes?: strictly no. Drugs: almost, once when he was severely depressed. Driver License: none, people drive him around. Ever Been Arrested?: yes.
DONE! Now tag other 15 people to do it! (only if you wanna):
albiireo seitenese splitribs silveritewings oculimalis demoncharmed defunctani einrotauge lenfantterribles trionfale succubvs sola--cordis willprevail persxqui waningxmoon
HERO, idealisation in flesh and bones, you gouged it out, your pulsing heart, and made it utopia. Saviour nameless, you are no one, you are everyone, you are zero, and you are hundreds. FOR THE OPPRESSED, FOR THE WEAK, you shall be their voice, their strength, their justice long waited.
VILLAIN, crucified ideals, how they love martyrs, the masses! (and Pilate asked: who do you want me to release?) Freedom is a cross terrible to carry, blood-stained is the path of the ones chosen: raised above people, to become sacrifice. Men do not guide, ‘tis their blood that lead the multitude.
Who are you, son of the revolution, self-made prophet? Do not look back, do not look back to the things lost (to the love, to pieces of your self, to the one you could not become, to the masks abandoned on your path). Who are you, (false) saviour?
muse aesthetic || Lelouch Lamperouge || for ixctvra
it’s not like i’m scouring for screencaps and looking at lelou/zero, thinking: “ew what a nerd. ♥” or anything.
You need a bath... your bananapeel is rotting.
( why you gotta be so r00d… )
nah, it’s the smell of your dreams roasting to a crisp. or is it the smell of all my victories for your homeland’s liberation??? hUH ??? jfc i thought i raised you better than this :^(
Your butt is pretty nice for a Britannian..... B||
my butt is international, ty.
W. (via the-write-ideas)
Lelouch Vi Bananapeel!! I will stop you!!
I CAME OUT TO HAVE A GOOD TIME TERRORIZING THE EMPIRE AND I’M HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RN…
Excitement
NON-VERBAL EXPRESSION || ACCEPTING.
oddly, he appears most relaxed when excited. having something to look forward to means his plans are sure to succeed, per se. he smiles a lot more, languid lazy grins, waves his hands around anyhow in his signature hand gestures. ( only code geass watchers will know… :^) ) his chin angled high, noble upbringing clearly evident, and he strides fluidly, utterly confident.
《Anxiety》 u v u !!
NON-VERBAL EXPRESSION || ACCEPTING.
worry frustratingly nibbles away at the bare exterior of composed demeanor; largely able to be controlled, it’s more of a pest that he discards at the soonest chance. anxious behavior of his, while present, is minimal and restricted to slight, hardly noticeable actions while standing or sitting, never pacing as he would when he’s panicked, i.e. fingers tapping impatiently, proficiently toying with a favored chess piece, rapping said chessman on any available surface, fiddling with the top button of his shirt and tugging at the collar, lithe legs crossing and uncrossing. his gaze is consistently vacant, distracted, though he still does indulge in chatter if the need arises, he noticeably doesn’t display any of his smooth, dramatic hand gestures or move around as much.
Panic // * ^*
NON-VERBAL EXPRESSION || ACCEPTING.
he tenses, spine stretched rigid by whatever complication is unraveling his plans,and him with it. fists clenched by sides, he will pace to and fro, footsteps a tad slower than the rate at which his intellect is formulating solutions, forming, discarding, filtering; his teeth, gritted and jaw as tense as his posture. with full concentration pinioned on thinking, anything in his way will be immediately shoved aside with no apologies, anything anyone offers to him as comfort will be picked up only to be hurled unless he sees some way it can be made use of in effectively eliminating the drawback.
NON-VERBAL EXPRESSION || ACCEPTING.
his usually regal, aristocratic stance will be shattered by that all-consuming sorrow, a rare visitor, as if the weight of all his crimes thus far finally having caught up to him is too much to bear with his head held high. slumped over, every trace of the proud mask is gone as he laments with hands cradling crown. a wry smile will only dredge up with much suffering if there is another with him. and whoever approaches during these moments will see a broken shell, someone who regrets but can only shed tears in vain, and when alone.
Indifference Anxiety Frustration Excitement Impatience Boredom Sorrow Confusion Lust Disgust Exhaustion Panic Fright Enthusiasm Mischief …Or any other you can think of!
