Post by Blazen on Jun 11, 2011 3:21:14 GMT -5
Name: Vincent Walker
Alias: Der Spieler
Age: Mid 20's. He's lost any care to keep track.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance: Vincent is a man stuck in the Earth's 20's. Big bands, trilbies, fedoras, over coats, ties, dress shoes, khakis, and straps that come from your waist all the way over the shoulder and down again. That is him. His favorite is a wide brimmed black fedora with a dark grey band that comes around the crown of the hat. Over his body, Vincent wears a three piece suit, the tie is red and brown stripes. He wears a black suit jacket over a black low collar two button vest that lays over a white button up shirt. The jacket is always left open. Over the shoulders of the shirt two red straps extend up and down to his black trousers, keeping them at a secure and comfortable level with his waist, they are hidden under the vest. And finally on his feet are a pair of black shoes with just as black socks under them. Yes, his boxers do have hearts on them.
As for the man himself he has hair like fire. Red that stops just under his ears on the sides, over his eyes brows on the front, and down to the top of his neck in the back. Perfect for wearing hats with. His skin is creamy, his face, handsome yet so sinister and dark, if a bit hurt. A scar runs from the bottom of his left eye down to his jaw, as if he fell or got nicked good by a knife. Lastly his eyes…they are odd. One, the left is mainly brown with a patch of green in the upper left hand corner. The other, the right, is mainly blue with a patch of green in the opposite corner, the right corner. He hears often they're beautiful…heheh, stupid bitches.
Personality: Vincent is a charmer and a killer. A man who smiles warmly to everyone, his smile a mask to hide his true intentions. Vincent, on the outside, is a warm, kind man, with a certain way with words. His tongue is as slick as a serpent and twice as deadly. He charms and befriends those he would see benefit him. Vincent is veeeeery careful about the friends he makes. They cannot be too powerful…but they must be useful to him in some way. Either to allow him safe passage to where he needs to go, or for just a nice scream.
Speaking…of which, Vincent has a certain desire, a certain fetish. This desire of course is not at all sexual, oh no, a man as twisted as he has no real desire for love or marriage or anything like that. No…he just likes screams. Real screams, the kind of screams you hear in horror movies, both cheesy and spine tingling. So when he seeks these screams, he charms, befriends, seduces, and attacks.
Vincent is also a cutter you see…a very talented man. He cuts much like a surgeon, very shallow, being sure to keep the victim alive for as long as possible as he gets his screams. And if they satisfy him…based on how quickly and how much work was involved two things will happen. One, the victim was a good screamer and Vincent would like to play with them again. He will find a point on their body and carve a symbol into them. \/V is the symbol. It is a sign of ownership to Vincent. The second scenario, they are unsatisfactory in anyway…Vincent kills them. No hesitation, no remorse, just disgust and disappointment in the victim. After all, what good is a toy that doesn't work right?
Possessions: One switch blade knife. Handle is a steel grey, just as the blade is.
Special Abilities: Derailment: A transmutation circle sits on Vincent's left hand. It is a broke circle however, and thus, a half done one. Because of this, Vincent cannot do true alchemy, he can only deconstruct, and make objects lose their bases or simply collapse on itself. He has found some good uses for this however. He is able to collapse building walls as he runs by, blocking the pursuer's path. He's able to make pot holes to catch them in. And he's also able to destroy certain weapons and other objects to make a path for himself. But also because it is a half finished circle, he is somewhat restricted on how big of a thing he can break and collapse. When it comes to making holes in the floor, the hole at most is ten feet deep, and twenty feet wide. The walls he can take down are at most twenty feet wide and twenty feet tall, allowing for a good amount of debris. And the weapons he can break are small arms only with the exception of guns. He cannot deconstruct complicated things however, like bombs, cars, airboats, or computers. They have to be simple. Also Vincent always needs to use his left hand for this alchemic usage. His right hand does not have any effect on anything.
History: "Isn't life so boring? Isn't life just so dull? Don't you just want to break out of your tedious routines and scream until your throat becomes raw and bloody? Heheh…well I think I can help that. You see my life is about…helping people like you. Oh yes…I can break your routine. Instead of walking calmly to work you'll huddle up in yourself, you'll be looking over your shoulders for the slightest sign of movement. Instead of working nonchalantly at your desk, you'll be wishing the clock would never move so that you could stay in the safety of your co-workers. You'll eye it, sweat as the hand comes closer to quitting time. And instead of sleeping at night you'll lay awake with all of your lights on with a new Rottweiler dog to guard you as you sit shaking on your couch praying for the sun to come up. And I will help you scream. Again…and again…and again…"
Vincent's life starts normal enough. He was born to a father and a mother. He was an only child, and thus was spoiled like one. He was given toys, cloths, cars, instruments, electronics, whatever he wanted. His parents relinquished these to him without pause or hesitation and never the thought that maybe they were raising a brat.
So Vincent grew up with the idea he could get what he want when he wanted. So he got all the girls because he wanted them. He got all the best part in school plays, because he wanted them. He got captain on the team because he wanted it. No one really enjoyed Vincent because of this, however. He was a greedy boy, teenager, and man. His girls left them as quickly as they came, his positions given and taken away within weeks. And the acting career...well let's just say if it weren't for his parent's seemingly endless pockets, Vincent would've been dragged off stage by the end of Act I.
When of age, Vincent moved out of his house, his parent's money followed. He bought himself a nice home, another car, and became a rich snob who did not work and did not care much for himself or others. Vincent drank, he did drugs, and he laid with a many of women on weekends and some on the weeknights. And...on one of these nights, Vincent ran into a certain woman. Ariel Beyonce. She was a beautiful woman, full of life, adventurous, and perhaps best of all, married.
So Vincent spoke to Ariel, seduced her, and laid with her. He did this again…and again…and again. They held no love for each other, but Vincent, somehow with his charisma, was able to bring her to bed on a number of occasions…and then one night she had enough. She could not handle the guilt, and she would admit her affair to her husband. She told Vincent that…famous last words. Vincent snapped, he threw a fit, wrapped his arms around her head…and crack. As her neck broke so did his mind…
Currently, Vincent wanders about, and…heh…well you'll find out.
Miscellaneous: Theme: When the Man Comes Around
Alias: Der Spieler
Age: Mid 20's. He's lost any care to keep track.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance: Vincent is a man stuck in the Earth's 20's. Big bands, trilbies, fedoras, over coats, ties, dress shoes, khakis, and straps that come from your waist all the way over the shoulder and down again. That is him. His favorite is a wide brimmed black fedora with a dark grey band that comes around the crown of the hat. Over his body, Vincent wears a three piece suit, the tie is red and brown stripes. He wears a black suit jacket over a black low collar two button vest that lays over a white button up shirt. The jacket is always left open. Over the shoulders of the shirt two red straps extend up and down to his black trousers, keeping them at a secure and comfortable level with his waist, they are hidden under the vest. And finally on his feet are a pair of black shoes with just as black socks under them. Yes, his boxers do have hearts on them.
As for the man himself he has hair like fire. Red that stops just under his ears on the sides, over his eyes brows on the front, and down to the top of his neck in the back. Perfect for wearing hats with. His skin is creamy, his face, handsome yet so sinister and dark, if a bit hurt. A scar runs from the bottom of his left eye down to his jaw, as if he fell or got nicked good by a knife. Lastly his eyes…they are odd. One, the left is mainly brown with a patch of green in the upper left hand corner. The other, the right, is mainly blue with a patch of green in the opposite corner, the right corner. He hears often they're beautiful…heheh, stupid bitches.
Personality: Vincent is a charmer and a killer. A man who smiles warmly to everyone, his smile a mask to hide his true intentions. Vincent, on the outside, is a warm, kind man, with a certain way with words. His tongue is as slick as a serpent and twice as deadly. He charms and befriends those he would see benefit him. Vincent is veeeeery careful about the friends he makes. They cannot be too powerful…but they must be useful to him in some way. Either to allow him safe passage to where he needs to go, or for just a nice scream.
Speaking…of which, Vincent has a certain desire, a certain fetish. This desire of course is not at all sexual, oh no, a man as twisted as he has no real desire for love or marriage or anything like that. No…he just likes screams. Real screams, the kind of screams you hear in horror movies, both cheesy and spine tingling. So when he seeks these screams, he charms, befriends, seduces, and attacks.
Vincent is also a cutter you see…a very talented man. He cuts much like a surgeon, very shallow, being sure to keep the victim alive for as long as possible as he gets his screams. And if they satisfy him…based on how quickly and how much work was involved two things will happen. One, the victim was a good screamer and Vincent would like to play with them again. He will find a point on their body and carve a symbol into them. \/V is the symbol. It is a sign of ownership to Vincent. The second scenario, they are unsatisfactory in anyway…Vincent kills them. No hesitation, no remorse, just disgust and disappointment in the victim. After all, what good is a toy that doesn't work right?
Possessions: One switch blade knife. Handle is a steel grey, just as the blade is.
Special Abilities: Derailment: A transmutation circle sits on Vincent's left hand. It is a broke circle however, and thus, a half done one. Because of this, Vincent cannot do true alchemy, he can only deconstruct, and make objects lose their bases or simply collapse on itself. He has found some good uses for this however. He is able to collapse building walls as he runs by, blocking the pursuer's path. He's able to make pot holes to catch them in. And he's also able to destroy certain weapons and other objects to make a path for himself. But also because it is a half finished circle, he is somewhat restricted on how big of a thing he can break and collapse. When it comes to making holes in the floor, the hole at most is ten feet deep, and twenty feet wide. The walls he can take down are at most twenty feet wide and twenty feet tall, allowing for a good amount of debris. And the weapons he can break are small arms only with the exception of guns. He cannot deconstruct complicated things however, like bombs, cars, airboats, or computers. They have to be simple. Also Vincent always needs to use his left hand for this alchemic usage. His right hand does not have any effect on anything.
History: "Isn't life so boring? Isn't life just so dull? Don't you just want to break out of your tedious routines and scream until your throat becomes raw and bloody? Heheh…well I think I can help that. You see my life is about…helping people like you. Oh yes…I can break your routine. Instead of walking calmly to work you'll huddle up in yourself, you'll be looking over your shoulders for the slightest sign of movement. Instead of working nonchalantly at your desk, you'll be wishing the clock would never move so that you could stay in the safety of your co-workers. You'll eye it, sweat as the hand comes closer to quitting time. And instead of sleeping at night you'll lay awake with all of your lights on with a new Rottweiler dog to guard you as you sit shaking on your couch praying for the sun to come up. And I will help you scream. Again…and again…and again…"
Vincent's life starts normal enough. He was born to a father and a mother. He was an only child, and thus was spoiled like one. He was given toys, cloths, cars, instruments, electronics, whatever he wanted. His parents relinquished these to him without pause or hesitation and never the thought that maybe they were raising a brat.
So Vincent grew up with the idea he could get what he want when he wanted. So he got all the girls because he wanted them. He got all the best part in school plays, because he wanted them. He got captain on the team because he wanted it. No one really enjoyed Vincent because of this, however. He was a greedy boy, teenager, and man. His girls left them as quickly as they came, his positions given and taken away within weeks. And the acting career...well let's just say if it weren't for his parent's seemingly endless pockets, Vincent would've been dragged off stage by the end of Act I.
When of age, Vincent moved out of his house, his parent's money followed. He bought himself a nice home, another car, and became a rich snob who did not work and did not care much for himself or others. Vincent drank, he did drugs, and he laid with a many of women on weekends and some on the weeknights. And...on one of these nights, Vincent ran into a certain woman. Ariel Beyonce. She was a beautiful woman, full of life, adventurous, and perhaps best of all, married.
So Vincent spoke to Ariel, seduced her, and laid with her. He did this again…and again…and again. They held no love for each other, but Vincent, somehow with his charisma, was able to bring her to bed on a number of occasions…and then one night she had enough. She could not handle the guilt, and she would admit her affair to her husband. She told Vincent that…famous last words. Vincent snapped, he threw a fit, wrapped his arms around her head…and crack. As her neck broke so did his mind…
Currently, Vincent wanders about, and…heh…well you'll find out.
Miscellaneous: Theme: When the Man Comes Around
