Post by Orlando Hoover on Dec 31, 2009 15:09:44 GMT -8
your name | scarlett
your age | 547568546 x 3
contact information | you can either send a private message to the Admin account or John's account. Another way is my yim (ohyeszombiegirl@yahoo) or my msn (captainscarlett@live)
characters | John & Avis
full name | Orlando Elizabeth Hoover[/font][/size]
nicknames & titles | He always goes by, introduces himself as, and is known as Lando. He hates his real name.
age | Lando appears to be somewhere around thirty, but he is really forty nine. He is father was Elitherean (ee-lith-ear-ee-an) and his mother was human, so he ages a little slower than most. April 3rd.
sexuality | omnisexual but he'll never admit to that.
species | half Elitherean, half Human
occupation | He used to be a Time Agent, but after quitting when he thought his partner died, he has been unemployed. Lately, due to connections with who is now known as Jack Harkness, he is working with Torchwood.
family information |
JUDAS OBERON STOCKWELL :: eighty seven, Elitherean, fatherHe had met his son only once, and basically told him he wants nothing to do with him.
ELIZABETH COURTNEY HOOVER :: deceased, Human, motherFor the eight years she had her son, Lando never loved anyone more. She cared for him after being abandoned by his father when she was pregnant. She never had any other children, and was not close to the rest of her family. She died after being stabbed while mugged a little before Lando was to turn nine years old.
HARMONY STOCKWELL :: twenty two, Elitherean, half sisterLando never bothered to learn much about her, but they have met only once.
OTHELLO MARCUS HOOVER :: thirty nine, Human, cousinOthello is not even aware of his cousin, nor is Lando aware of Othello until recently when he tracked down all his family through the Torchwood Database. His half alien cousin has made no effort other than a simple letter letting his only human family be aware of his existence.
LAWRENCE TANNABITH :: sixty eight, Elitherean, uncle by marriageLando just found out about his other uncle, but has not contacted him. He knows he is a drug dealer, wealthy but isn't aware he is moving to Earth.
LYCORIS TANNABITH :: sixty eight, Elitherean, cousinLando knows about this cousin being on Earth. After looking up his family in the database, his Drug Dealing alien cousin came up. He has met her only once, and will never do so again. They don't get along very well, and he doesn't want to have much to do with his Elitherean family.
DANAE TANNABITH :: thirty nine, Elitherean, cousinHe knows Danae is a drug dealer, but hasn't made any effort to contact her. Truthfully, he doesn't want to.
IANTHE TANNABITH :: thirty two, Elitherean, cousinHe thinks his opera singer cousin is still on her birth planet, and doesn't know she and the rest of the family relocated with their oldest sister to Earth. He has never met her.
NAIDA TANNABITH:: twenty nine, Elitherean, cousinLando knows almost everything about his youngest cousin, but doesn't want to meet her.
residence | He has a house in the outskirts of Cardiff, but he usually stays in an apartment he bought when he found out he was starting work at Torchwood again. Both are of the finest quality and with expensive style.
physical description |
If there is one thing about Lando that gives you a straight and clear answer to how he is feeling, it’s the way he dresses. Usually it is quite impeccably; with sharp, crisp suits when he is in a good mood, or just not in a particularly bad mood. When he is depressed or feeling a bit lonely - This is odd for him but from unheard of - his face with be speckled with a little more stubble than usual, since he will normal carefully groom it or just shave completely. When he is angry or in one of his Phases, you will notice something completely different. For one thing, he eats when irate or in those times of aggression, so his face, hands and clothing might have some blood (sometimes human if he was not properly contained during the Phase) on them. He has a special set of plain, white, cotton t shirts and pants for those times so he can just bleach them to the brink of existence when they get dirty. A common thing though is for him to be well covered. He doesn’t like to be touched and will get uncomfortable if you do; so he has his arms and legs well clothed to avoid skin-to-skin contact. But sometimes, as he tends to do with so many things, he will forget the 'social norm', and walk around after a shower or waking up in the morning ("why would people sleep wearing clothes? O.o") with just a towel on. He is body conscious, but just seems to space out with these things. Truthfully, unless you address him, Lando will forget that anyone else is there.
He has always been a self conscious, and self critical person; but Lando is actually quite good looking. He has the silky dark chocolate, nearly black colored hair and matching eyes of his mother; the arid, almost blue tinted pale skin of his father; soft features like round, wide eyes, a large slightly down-curved nose, full soft pink lips, and a long oval shaped face. He has thick eyebrows, though vigilantly groomed low above his inquisitive and slowly blinking eyes. His hair is kept short but is thick and has to be gelled keep and remaining tame qualities about it. However, his body is covered, and really covered with scars and marks. He has gotten in so many fights (which he has never lost to what his memory can recall) because of his quick temper and has had many 'slightly' violent jobs over the years. He can't remember how many times Torchwood had assigned him after a wild alien creature because Lando seems to 'not feel anything, dude' (that medic annoyed him) or how many times he had to drag his partner Logan when they were working for the Time Agency out of a bar shouting threats at someone and then having to, politely and gentlemanly as possible, go back in and teach them not to fuck with his partner, asshole.
Lando was a small child growing up, but once he went through puberty, he shot up to six feet six inches. Since he has a strictly protein diet (he is carnivorous) and despises both public transport and driving so he walks everywhere, and has figured out that working out is healthy (you don't know how long it took lanky, skinny Orlando Hoover to understand this concept); he is actually pretty fit. He has never been exceptionally 'buff' or his muscles obviously defined, but he is strong. He loathes sports of any kind, but being part Elitherean means having a much more powerful body compared to humans. This and an intensely powerful sense of smell makes up for some of their poor senses and reaction time (Lando has almost no taste buds at all, weak hearing and a need for glasses though he refuses to have anything touching his face unless he is reading) when hunting for food. Plus the diamond-hard, sharp canine fangs do help when on the search for prey, but Lando's aren't as severe as a pure Elitherean; though they are noticeable if he opens his mouth too wide so he must be careful about it.
played by | Zachary Quinto
personality |
- you could be happy,
there are times when the normally silent, stoic Orlando Hoover can get into a happier mood. when he was younger, before his mother's murder, he was in a bright state more often. he made more jokes, asked many more questions, and often had a timid little smile in place. after her death he wasn't so blatant and random about his good mood; he would lock up any good feelings until he was alone and knew that no one could use it against him. honestly, you have to know that Lando views being emotional as being weak. he has seen so many people break into tears over nothing and look devastated. he has seen people be cheerful and then rained on when something bad happens. he figures that instead of absorbing things, he can make like a rock and hope everything just rolls off him. well everyone knows that a rock can't last forever, neither does Lando's serious composure.
There was a time in his life after loosing his mother that he could just let loose and his emotional shield soften. The time he spent working with Logan somehow managed to make him more of a goof person, letting the little boy that used to sing Beatles songs with his mother at breakfast come out; except this time he was getting drunk and stripping on table tops. Well, it was only that one time, and Logan had told him that it was a social custom. It didn't take him long to realize that his friend was lying, but the experience really did prove that Lando just cannot dance. Lesson learned.
[/li][li] you've grown up really crazy,[/font][/size]
Elithereans are known to have incredibly explosive tempers, but they are not like Lando, who can't control that part of himself at all. Mr. Control Freak has never been quite settled with the fact that at any time, any where, no matter what; he could loose his head. he could hurt any man, woman, child without even having time to think because his mind is so clouded by the animalistic instinct to hunt. The problem is, that the genetic codes for Elithereans don't match up well with a human's; which is why even if Lando is completely calm and collected, he can go into a violent phase (which is what he refers to them as). He will have to lock himself up and just wait the phase out, hoping he doesn't do anything he will regret.
After his first attack on the orphanage when he was younger, Torchwood helped him learn to gain some, however minimal, control over himself during these times. For example, if he eats, he will be less likely to attack someone without thinking. The 'cloud' that blocks his mind and ability to make decisions during these times is a mixture of hungry, instinct, bottled up emotions among other things. He needs to keep himself calm, composed, and fed in order to have any chance of having control over himself.
He has other traits from his father's species, of course. To name a few: sharpened canine fangs, absolutely no taste buds, a weak sense of smell, bad hearing, bad eyesight, slow reaction time, pale skin, resistance to any earthly sicknesses, smelling and tasting strongly of sugar (it is said mostly like cotton candy), high pain threshold, saliva that has disinfecting and soothing properties and a denser muscle mass (meaning he is stronger) compared to the average human. This does make Lando stick out in a crowd a little obviously, so he has to be careful. Luckily he doesn't get out much, so his secret it safe.
[/li][li] did we take in what has been said,[/font][/size]
Not just Elitherean traits make Lando seem so different from the 'average'. Lando is, quite simply, Lando. He is the guy who visits the lamp shop for hours to stare at the way the light makes the lighting devices look because its 'fascinating'. He's the man who will ask a million and one questions about anything and everything until you tear you hair out. He is the man who hides in the bathtub when he knows there is a thunder storm coming or a large dog is around. Lando is the guy that will pick a piece of dust off a random stranger because it aggravates him. But there is one thing that makes him who he is, and always has: utter oblivious cluelessness.
There is a reason for his constant shower of questions and curiosity; he is not only an inquisitive and distrusting person, but a clueless one. Understanding anything from social interactions to how to use the internet baffles him. No matter how intelligent or quick he is at learning, Lando's poor memory and oblivious nature betrays him. Picking up on others emotional cues (if they are angry, flirting with him, don't like him, are getting annoyed, lying to him...) is so difficult for him.
[/li][li] all the things we said we would be,[/font][/size]
Lando is a very self critical person. In fact, he does not usually think he is very deserving of anything. He believes his needs and desires are insignificant, ironically enough since he also likes to have things his way. He is even slightly body conscious, and shy when he snaps back into reality. He spent so long alone after loosing his Time Agency partner Logan, that he will often not recognize other people's presence at all. He could be staring right at you, studying the way the light makes the textures on your skin look or something, but not really be thinking about you. People are just objects to him at times, or not important enough to him at the time for him to register their existence. Nothing personal, he doesn't find himself significant either. He says he thinks everything - time, names, people, emotions, whatever - means nothing, really. We just give it false meaning so we can go on happily. Yes, Lando is, deep down, an unhappy person with the world and how it has treated him.
[/li][li] what you wanted it all went wrong,[/font][/size]
Sex scares Lando. Well, sort of. The whole idea just makes him so uncomfortable. Its not that he doesn't love it, because he really does, but he is a failure in the alluring department. He has no clue in hell how to be sexy unless it is on accident and on the flip side, does not know how to react to anyone trying to flirt with him. He does not understand why anyone would ever, ever find him relatively sexually attractive. He just doesn't. So whenever someone tries to seduce him or flirt with him, his social skills basically shut off and he tends to act a bit like a robot. Anything having to do with his sexuality or anything near it makes him act much less of the collective, composed Orlando that he is used to. Try as he might to have his brain just shut off and go Yoda on your ass, he can't. He will stutter, loose what little color there is left in his face, he will trip over nothing and ultimately act like a fourteen year old boy in the undergarment section of a woman's clothing store. He is pretty much completely and totally innocent. If he were any less sexual at all, he would just be asexual. He isn't deviant nor 'sexy' in any way and just barely understands the flirting process at all. Sure, he was given 'the talk', and he understands the mechanics of everything (well), but hell is snowing if he understands a damn bit of sexual attraction.
[/li][li] you tried to be the shoulder that i needed,[/font][/size]
When Lando wants to be, he really knows how to be a good guy. He can accidentally release some sweet and kind words when he sees his friends or the people he cares about needing comfort. He may not be a man of many words when it comes to these situations, but he knows how to make people feel better. Most of the time he is just someone who you can rant at or lean your head on his shoulder. He won't complain about your complaining and is the master of listening. Though he prefers to not be bothered with such things, but he is willing if it makes you feel better. He enjoys hugs to no end as long as you warn him that you are planning to give him one.
Since he is not close to any of his family, Lando can often be a bit secretly drawn to affection. Though he may not show it, any sort of kindness or friendliness shown towards him is so greatly appreciated since he feels so deprived of it. It isn't that he wants attention ( because he could not care less if you thought about him, quite honestly ), but rather love. It may seem a bit pathetic, or at least it does to him, but it is true. He does not have many close friends and without even family to make you feel wanted; who will you turn to? This always goes against his cautious and logical side which reminds him constantly that if he holds onto anything or gets attached to someone, they can leave him and he could be hurt. He would rather have never loved or have been loved rather than risk being hurt by his own feelings and emotions.
But on the flip side, every person has a point here they will just lose their head. This is the same for even-tempered Lando except his point break is pretty obvious. Most people just tend to overlook it. You can make fun of him for the way he acts, dresses, talks...whatever. But if you start to mess with his friends or the people he cares about, that is a completely different story. He is very protective of these people because really he believes he has no one else in his life. Lando has no family left he is close to and not too many good friends; so he wants to hold onto what he has. He can go a little overboard with the reaction and the things he dos if you do insult them, or threaten them in any way.
[/li][li] trust me i might as well be a doctor by now,[/font][/size]
Lando likes things to be done his way, and a certain way at that. He is very stubborn and will not lean for anyone. His picky personality has been much stronger since he became a legal adult and started to be able to make his own decisions in life. Though he does not necessarily want to be in the leadership position all the time or really ever, he does want to have some control. He wants things a specific way and can sometimes be a bit rude if it doesn't work out the way he wants it. He has worked hard in his life to get to where he is and does not need someone telling him what he needs, in his opinion. He is actually pretty skilled with certain things actually.
In fact, after many years with nothing to do and an impressive intellect, Lando has gotten skilled with technology. He can fix almost anything if he toys with it a while and you leave him alone. He is just naturally good with fixing things and somehow manages to tinker with things until they just work. He does, however, despise the evil of directions. He will not use instructions or take instructions at all. He knows that he can mend it without anyone's help or telling him what to do.
[/li][li] i can not stand to see my own reflection,[/font][/size]
Human genes and Elitherean genes do not mix very well. They destroyed a crucial part of Lando's self control having to do with temper and hunger. This means that once in a while, even without anything provoking him sometimes, he will go into a sort of state that is dangerous to both himself and those around him. He describes it like having a dark cloud covering his mind, and struggling to be able to have control over the things he does, so his instinct kicks in. The very basic Elitherean instinct is to eat, sleep and mate. It is one that Torchwood has filed comparing to earth animals like cats. He will act very twitchy and jumpy, his eyes flickering around much like a kitten following a fly in the air. It will only be a matter of time before he will lash out at anyone near him, an insatiable feeling of starvation and dire need kicking in. He will be in a snappy mood; his heart rate will rise tremendously and the need for air circulation in his brain will increase causing hyperventilation. His instinct will be to go for the throat of an animal, to tear away the vocal cords and main arteries to ensure a silent and quick killing; whether it means using his hands or teeth. He will still be quite slow with his reactions, and some of his senses (mostly eyesight and hearing) will remain weak. He still will have an almost nonexistent sense of taste, but his mind will interpenetrate the utter pleasure of feeding to be like being able to taste. Also, like mentioned before, sleeping and mating is part of the very basic coding of the Elitherean mind. He will have an tremendously large urge to do one or the other after eating during a phase; sometimes both.
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greatest fear | He fears being alone, and losing those he cares about so he separates himself from people to avoid loss.
greatest desire | Instinctively his most desired thing in the whole universe is to kill and eat; but really it would have to be, quite simply, loved and to feel like he is wanted; not a monster and not an outcast.
personal treasure | He considers control and stability in life to be the most important thing. He says that logic and structure make the universe work, and makes it collapse in its absence.
biggest secret | There is nothing more enjoyable, that brings him more happiness or the feeling of being alive than the taste of human flesh. There is always a part of his mind thinking about it; there is always a part of him that would do anything to rip through your skin to the tasty goodness underneath. Deep down he wants to kill you. All of you.
best memory | His happiest memory is when he first told Logan that he loved him; but that wasn't the part that made it his most treasured, it was because he said "I love you" back. (bromance <3)
worst memory | His worst memory the day after Logan's death, when he finally came to terms with he fact that it wasn't a dream. He would never see his friend again.
history |
Bad things happen to good people. Life isn't fair. Get over it. This was how he saw the world, Judas Oberon Stockwell, a man of few words and if he did say them you would surely cringe. He and his sister Delilah, who would once be the seventh Mrs. Tannabith, walked Earth just as they walked their own home planet; with flare. They were both paler than pale could describe, and with faces so blank of expression they appeared to be wearing beautiful masks. They were taller than the average human, with slender limbs; their heightened strength hidden cleverly in their muscle density. They came baring gifts, or so as many would have considered it. Their customers were not aware of the drugs that they desired so much more than any other really being the blood of a life form from other planets. It just felt good, like the odd sensation of ice shooting up your veins, and then warmth spreading throughout your body. It was the same sensation the Elithereans would get when they fed on the flesh and blood of others, their bodies filling up with the wondrous heat from the nourishment the stolen energy gave them. It was a feeling they could compare to no other.
Elizabeth Hoover's life was not as full with the glamor and wealth as the two unusual siblings. She worked in a shop and lived in a tiny little house just outside of Monmouth, Wales. She was not incredibly beautiful, nor incredible in any way. The only thing that could turn heads was her nearly knee length, silky straight black hair. Besides that, she was completely ordinary until she met Judas. She was just walking in the street, her groceries in one arm and fumbling with her keys in the other. The man had left his sister's side for the first time in their visit to Earth, and walked behind the woman with his gaze locked on her lengthy braid. It was a common thing of the Elithereans to be dazzled or amazed by the simplest things; the texture or way the light hits object could make one gaze for hours without a care in the world. But she did not hear him coming from behind her; his footfalls were completely silent. She was lovely, he had thought, reaching out to touch her weaved hair, but then pulling his hand back when she whirled around frightened. If a strange man has his arm outstretched to grab you, you'd bet you would be alarmed. Especially the way they would stare at you; their eyes completely empty, like a doll's. Somehow, someway he managed to get her pregnant with their son. She always would blame his smile.
Bad things happen to good people. Life isn't fair. Get over it. This was how he saw the world, Orlando Elizabeth Hoover, a peculiar young man who lived with his single mother in Wales. He was insatiably quiet, speaking only when spoken to and even so, only a few words would pass his lips. He was deathly pale, with almost a bluish tint to his flawless skin. The only color on him were the exact same eyes and hair of his mother; dark brown, nearly black. He had a habit of staring off in the distance or examining a person's pant leg or the folds of their ears. He refused to be called by his first name, but forcing the name Lando upon other people. He said Orlando was distasteful. He never explained why. His mother wasn't offended.
In truth, she loved her son dearly, even if he was viewed as a bit anomalous. Besides several failed visits to the doctor to smooth down his oddly sharp canines, his refusal to eat anything other than uncooked meat, his habit of sleeping for exactly eight hours and then being wide away the rest of the day, reading the dictionary for fun when he was bored, getting twitchy and uncomfortable when touched, singing 50s era love songs and musicals in the shower - He despised baths. Boiling in his own filth? No thank you. - or any number of his other 'quirks', as she called them, Elizabeth thought he was completely normal. Lando was just a character, she would insist, he just is a little different. He was the silver in a dark rain cloud, or the white speck in a rainbow; she would explain. He may not be like the rest, but he wasn't hurting anyone.
There were some things that worried her about her son though. For one, he didn't seem to have any other friends. When ever she asked him about it, Lando would seem to be confused about it, and as usual would reply with a crisp and curious "why" . He answered every question it seemed, with another question. Someone would ask him his name, he would ask them why they wanted to know. Someone would ask the time, he would ask them why time mattered if it would really be the same tomorrow and the days after that. You could ask him anything, and he would shoot a question back at you. This was sort of off putting to his teachers, especially when they would ask him a question to a math problem or something and have him answer and then ask why they didn't know that when they are the teacher.
But it wasn't long until Miss Hoover wouldn't have to worry about her son any more, because a few weeks before his ninth birthday, she didn't come home from work. Lando walked home from school, a hand covering the black eye gifted to him from one of his fellow classmates, and waited for her. He sat on the couch in front of the television that faced a large window to the front lawn; but her car never came. He sat there for nearly a whole day before there was a knock on the door. He stumbled to the door, something that his usually carefully placed steps wouldn't allow, but didn't find his mother there either. Instead it was the police, who looked down at the small boy. His mother wouldn't be making it home tonight. She had been mugged. She wouldn't make it home again. She had been stabbed. Lando nodded, blinking and his face completely expressionless.
"I see."
Twelve was hardly the usual age for a boy to start to go through puberty. One would soon start to tower over his peers that still managed to bully him to the brink of sanity, and his once baby-smooth face was now getting constantly speckled with stubble. This didn't help Orlando at all to fit in at the orphanage he was sent to. He was always being mistaken for an older boy, sometimes an adult by the time he was thirteen, not only for his changed voice, being more than six feet tall, or anything like that. The way he talked, thought about things and ability to learn quickly made him seem to surpass the years life had given him so far. His all meat diet soon turned into an intense craving, causing him to eat perhaps his own weight or more if he could get his hands on it. These were the least of the timid boy's problems though, because one night when he was thirteen years old, he woke up literally drenched in blood.
He was standing in a field a few miles from the orphanage, panting and some of him covered in what looked like bullet wounds. He looked around frantically, his glasses having been knocked off somehow, for help but found known. All he heard were screams and the sound of police sirens; he ran towards them only to be handcuffed and for the civilians of the countryside town to shriek at the sight of him. The boy, or what looked like a young man didn't know it, but he was soaked in the residents of the orphanage and some police officers blood. He had killed them, and left nothing but the bones behind. He couldn't remember a thing, not before he passed out for what he figured what a second time for the loss of blood. His was going to be a terribly long night for young Orlando Hoover.
IVs, needles, tests, interrogations, medications, restraints; observation. He would be leaving to the outside world no time soon, if ever. He had been kept in a cell at the police station for less than a day before a group of strange men and women sedated him and took him to another location; another cell. Lando kept insisting that he remembered nothing, but then soon grew silent as the observation went on. Was he insane? Was he a killer? It was confirmed by a single survivor who died later that evening that Hoover was the killer; and had actually ripped, tore, shredded and ate everyone but one that night with his bare hands. The police were baffled, but didn't have to deal with him much after that because this was a matter for someone much higher up in the ranks. Though the methods were sometimes crude and the sort of thing that would break a child's mind; Lando was given the care he now seemed to require. These violent rages continued; his observers being allowed to see the sheer power the child had during these times. He took a few of them down with him a couple times; ripping off limbs, or breaking bones with just his hands and, what they found out to be, fangs. There was no way this thing, as they called him, was human. Orlando got transferred to another cell again, but what he didn't know what this was not going to be the last time Torchwood took an interest in him.
Normally the institute would have abolished the threat, but they deemed Lando 'possibly useful'. Tests revealed to them that he was indeed human, but only half. He was also Elitherean, which was universally known to them as a drug addicted species; but their drugs just happened to be the blood of other life forms. They could not live without it, being more important than food or water to their existence. Lando was different, he was half human. He needed nutrition and hydration, so instead he fed on the flesh of others beyond his own control. Puberty had been the addiction's awakening, causing him to go into a rampage when his bodily needs were not property taken care of. It also caused his sped up growing process, making a fourteen year old look like he was in his early twenties. It made him have no taste buds, hardly any sense of smell, poor hearing and in need of glasses. He just wasn't human enough to be seen as normal, but wasn't alien enough for then to exterminate. He would be taken care of for the rest of his childhood by Torchwood as long as he complied with any tests they wished to preform on him. He was their play thing, and would soon become a member of the institute.
When he finally became a legal adult, they gave him a choice. He could remain under careful observation but live in the outside world, or he could choose to work for them. Lando, not having any where else to go and no desire to return to his old life, agreed to the second option and then was finally allowed into his Torchwood file; which was something he had been itching to do for a long, long time. At first they worried that letting him know to much would make him more likely to turn against them and be in need of termination, but Lando was just being the same curious, suspicious person he had always been. He had always been taught many things about what Torchwood did and the things they dealt with, but reading his own file was a totally different experience. His eyes passed over things like '...a possible danger to human society; termination pending...', '...substantially mentally stable; keep under close observation for changes...' or '...possibility of casual human lifestyle: minimal...'. Names, locations, pictures and other information on his family members, both Elitherean and human, were also included, but only the data about his father was considered significant in Lando's eyes. He wanted to meet him.
Lucky for Lando, his father's location on earth was also in the Torchwood database. Like many Elithereans, his father had moved his drug dealings to the human planet for a wider profit market. With Torchwood's permission and help, he traveled to Italy to find his father. Lando figured out quickly enough that he lived in both wealth and happiness, and even had a daughter. With a few escorts from the institute, ordered to shot Orlando on site if needed; the young man was allowed to meet his father. Apparently Judas knew nothing about his son's existence, and neither did his daughter Clementine; but they invited him in anyway. Uncomfortable and awkward hardly covered how it felt for the young Hoover to meet his family. They acted much like he did, gazing at the textures or the way light hits things; hardly speaking and spending most of the visit in silence and with faces blank of expression. His half sister was polite to him, and seemed to talk more than his father; who merely stared at his son. Finally, when Judas did decide to speak, it only made Lando wish he hadn't. He told his son that he was a bit disgusted. Clementine left then, bowing her head a little sympathetically to her half brother. Judas continued on, informing his son how puzzled he was that his son would dare to come see him; knowing that he was human. Lando nodded, standing to leave.
"I see."
After meeting his father, Lando wasn't really sure what he wanted to do. He could continue working for Torchwood, who had eased him into doing assassin work and other more 'delicate' subjects. But he was growing tired of it; tired of Torchwood, tired of Earth and tired of the life he was living. He got it so it was arranged for him to work for the Time Agency; his skills and knowledge were something that they seemed to prize so it wasn't very hard for him to ease his way in. They had let crazier, less qualified people in before. He excelled easily through any training they put him through, and any programs he needed to pass were done so with flying colors. Like he had been before all this Torchwood and alien mess, Orlando was a star student. Like they did with most of the better agents, the Time Agency paired him up with a less qualified, harder to manage, poorer student to balance things out. What the young man didn't know when he found out his partner might be 'a little difficult', was that his partner would be one of the best things to ever happen to him.
It was indeed a rocky start, especially since Orlando's first official mission at the Agency was to go pick up his new partner from jail. This of course wasn't how he had pictured meeting him, but just the same he wasn't sure what he had expected. He had heard that this person he'd be working with was very talented but not exactly... executive? So after paying the fee to get him out of jail - the Agency hadn't told him that he would be bailing his partner out - he got to meet the person he would count on, and trust more than anyone he had ever known. Even when having that very first look at him, Logan Ludwig MacArthur, Lando could tell that they were complete and totally opposites. A cheery smile, despite his current situation, and a light greeting which included a hug from the man he barely knew was presented. Lando could just see the problems that were going to pop up during this time working together.
At first Orlando had even thought about asking to be paired up with someone else. Who had thought that they would be a good match? For the first month or so, Lando had never been so uncomfortable or aggravated by someone. He was so used to being ignored, used and treated like a tool rather than a person, that being constantly around someone so confidently different was like rubbing two pieces of sand paper together; one or both is going to start to wear away and probably tear. But this was not the case; in fact, Logan did wear away his stony, stoic composure, but instead he had worn Lando down to the goofy, sensitive person he was underneath it all. It changed to suddenly from a rough partnership to a tight friendship. Opposites had never been so close to one another. It wasn't long before, while shielding themselves behind some equipment on a ship that a blood soaked Lando turned to his partner to tell him he loved him, and Logan looked back with his goofy smile to reply the same. And then they kicked some ass and escaped, but that hardly follows the classic bromance mood.
Time passed, Lando's life being the greatest it had ever been. Even having to deal with his friend's shenanigans and playful tricks; he wouldn't change anything for the world. He was always so anxious to let Logan go off on his own, especially since whenever he would have his violent phases - which he hid from his partner with the help of the Agency; Lando being worried his partner would think him to be a monster - Logan would go on missions alone. Orlando had a reason to be worried, because one morning when his partner was scheduled to come back from work to the Agency, he had just finished calming himself down and coming out of a phase when he noticed everyone in the building was pointing to the sky. At first he just walked right past them, not paying attention to the shouting or shock of the people around him. When he finally did look up, he saw something that would haunt almost anyone forever. He got the chance to witness his partner's death. Logan's ship crashed right into the Time Agency building, exploding instantly. Lando tried to get into the ship, but it was obvious that there was not going to be anyone living inside of there. Lando had just watched his best friend burst into flames.
He didn't utter a single word to anyone. He simply refused to eat, instead ending up nearly killing the two new partners that he was assigned, who afterward were convinced - like a few others - that Orlando might have murdered Logan. Lando still said nothing, he wanted to do absolutely nothing. So he quit the Agency, buying a house in Cardiff, Wales. This was possibly worse than when his mother had died, because he had really needed his partner. It definitely effected him much deeper, making the smiles be almost extinct from his face and letting Lando start to act much, much less human. Orlando wanted to die.
Wake up. Get dressed. Go to work. Come home. Eat. Go to bed and then repeat. It was a cycle, a schedule that he could keep up with. He didn't have to think, he wouldn't let himself. He couldn't risk it since every time he let his mind drift, it would somehow land back to Logan. Lando had never actually cried since his mother had died; he cried for three days after returning to Cardiff and then he decided to eat an entire bus full of people. It felt good. Because acting this way meant being less human, and that meant feeling less; in his mind. He usually did not hunt humans, the only times before were mistakes but now it was a regular thing. It made him feel whole, and not hungry anymore, of course.
He started work as a maid; taking it for its ability to let him work alone, unnoticed and do something that required not too much thinking. He finally did something with the money he had earned from working with Torchwood and for the Time Agency, having before only spent it on clothes. He fixed up his home, teaching himself how to do it all himself. He wanted things to keep him busy. He learned how to play any musical instrument he could get his hands on; he read books after book; he cleaned his house constantly without ever speaking a word. He didn't have to talk to his employers, he didn't have to converse with anyone. He was completely isolated.
It had been years upon years since Lando had made contact with Torchwood, but after the 456 came, he sought them out for information. Soon he learned that its old base had been destroyed, and had to wait a while before he was contacted by Gwen Cooper. She had found his file what had been scavenged from the Torchwood archives and offered him a job. He had been needing something to make him act normal again; his eating habits getting way out of hand - sometimes as many as ten people a day - and he was running out of things to occupy himself with. He had been reading to just kill himself, but then Torchwood called to save his ass again.
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