A Deeper Look Into the Characters of Agnes of FairyTail

Lance Jacob Memoca

I realize this stuff is probably boring! So just skip to the end of each chapter to read some of their backstory!!

INFO:
(First)Name: Lance (LAN-SS)
(Middle)Name: Jacob (JAKE-UB)
(Last)Name: Memoca (MEM-O-KA)
Age: 17
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LOOKS...
Height: 5'7
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Navy Blue
Hair: Navy Blue, Short, Shaggy
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RELATIONSHIPS...
Friend(s): ★
Crush: ★
Girlfriend: ☆
Wife: ☆
Enemy(s): ★
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FAVORITE...
Color: Orange
Food/Drink: Shrimp/Root Beer
Season: Auttumn
Magic: Wind Magic
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BACKGROUND...
Lance Memoca was.. 'that kid' in school. Y'know, the one who would always get into trouble and piss off all the teachers. Even so, he was very popular. One day while walking home, he decided to take a "short cut" or at least what he believed to be one. He had walked about half a mile now and was completely lost, there weren't any houses for miles around. Lance started to freak out until he saw a orchard of cherry-trees, but that's not what caught his eye. Among these trees was, as he described it, a "flag" of hope. Lance climbed over the white picket fence and ran towards this "flag". He ended up at the base if a cherry tree, staring at a girl. She had brow hair, brown eyes, and was wearing his so called "flag" around her neck. Lance couldn't move, he was... hypnotized. This girl, who was she? It wasn't until he noticed she was now looking at him with a worried look that he spoke. "S-Sorry to stare!" He said scratching the back of his head, "I just- I'm a little lost is all!". The girl picked up her basket of cherries and walked up to him, "Where are you headed, boy?" She sounded tired, and as if she was mocking him. Lance glared, "What do you mean 'boy'? You look ten years old and your calling me 'boy'-??"
"I'm eleven." She cut him off.
Lance didn't believe this, usually girls would swoon over him, I mean he was adorable. Lance let of a big sigh, "I'm on my way to MayBridge community." The girl then pointed to the right of the orchard, "It's that way.". She brushed some hair behind her ear and walked back to the trees. Without another word, Lance left, but the girl's face and scarf never left his mind. Every day after that he took the "short cut" home, just so he could see her every day. He eventually got her to spit out her name, Agnes.