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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:02 am
APPROVED~ and sorted into wyvern~!
this is an interesting character. i may have to observe her movements. o3o
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 12:00 pm
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- ғυчυ αcαםємч -
cяєωEraline now has a dorm!
Wyvern House, Amethyst Dorm
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:25 pm
Masten December APPROVED~ and sorted into wyvern~!
this is an interesting character. i may have to observe her movements. o3o Why thank you~ xD
I might suggest Andrew would make a fine evil dictator, haha.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:10 pm
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cяєω Rukia now has a dorm!
Burnar House, Tea Rose Dorm
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:46 pm
 ＷＨ Ｏ ａ ｍ Ｉ ?Romulus Matteo Valori.
The name on my fake ID reads Alec MacFarlane.Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｂ Ａ ＳＩ Ｃ Ｓ : ＧＥＮＤＥＲ : Male. ＡＧＥ : 21. ＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＴＥ : October 15, 1990. ＨＥＩＧＨＴ : 183 cm/6' 0". ＷＥＩＧＨＴ : 67.6 kg/about 149 lb. ＨＡＩＲ ＣＯＬＯＵＲ : Dark brown. ＥＹＥ ＣＯＬＯＵＲ : Bright blue. ＢＯＤＹ ＭＯＤＩＦＩＣＡＴＩＯＮＳ : None. ＤＩＳＴＩＮＧＵＩＳＨＩＮＧ ＦＥＡＴＵＲＥＳ : I have a scar across the bridge of my nose, running from above my left eyebrow to under my right eye. Ｉ Ｔ Ａ Ｌ Ｌ Ｓ Ｔ Ａ Ｒ Ｔ Ｅ Ｄ Ｗ Ｈ Ｅ Ｎ . . . "I was born and raised for seven years in the city of Manhattan, New York City. My parents were a somewhat unusual couple; my mother was Italian, and my father was a second generation Scottish immigrant. I had one sister, and a brother. Gwen and Alec.
"Life was normal then. I lived in a small townhouse in the suburbs. To my knowledge, my parents held and had always held honest jobs, and though they were often busy, we were well cared for. Friends, yes, pets, no. My mother always did hate dogs. Thirteen years ago, I believed I was normal. In fact, I didn't really believe in 'magic', or 'the Supernatural' and the lot - it was baby talk. Everything changed on September 6, 1997.
"It was a Saturday, and my family and I were going somewhere- I can't remember. Or if it was any day of particular importance, either. We were walking down the street, on a side road. The streets were faded and the buildings were old, crumbling in a few places. All of a sudden, we were surrounded. Masked figures had appeared, like your shadow at dusk- it isn't there, and it isn't there, then you start to see the edges, and then it's there. I remember the feeling of ice-cold fear washing through every pore in my body, and I could't move. One man stepped forward, and spoke to my mother… The dialogue is lost to me, but the sound of his gun will be ingrained in my memory forever. That echoing click of a readied trigger. But more people had come, and then I felt hands on my back, and I was being pushed to the ground, next to my older brother and sister. I do remember looking up, and seeing my mother with a gun; a terrible sight when one is young and innocent to the world. Gunshots reverberated off the alley walls… Out of fear, I was suddenly angry, angrier than I ever recall being. It was painful - like a white hot poker had been shoved to my face, and gradually to the rest of me. My eyes burned, and light pulsed in front of them, and I lost my sight.
"Red. Red. It pulsed in my eyes, metal stung my nose, suffocating my every breath. I was standing upright, and I looked up and saw the skirmish was over. The red - it pulsed again, and I looked down at my hands. They were no longer recognizable as mine, covered in the red. I felt confused, what was this, and how did it get there? There were bodies, but whose? Lines began to blur, and the red came closer, the smell of iron became stronger, suffocating. I vaguely felt the jarring effects of my skull and body slamming into the concrete. The last thing I saw was an approaching silhouette, burgundy against the red.
"When I awoke, I found myself in the dark. I felt something cold and hard against my back, a leather couch. Red. My eyes opened slowly, it was a large, shadowless room, and I was alone. I don't know how long I laid there, only that it was an eternity of emptiness; incomprehension. Then a light clicked on. It felt sharp against my eyes, and it made me flinch. There, looming over me, was a huge man.
"Instinctively, I scrambled up, leaving myself exposed was unconsciously a bad decision. Instead of whatever anyone in my position would have expected, he pulled over a chair and sat heavily in it. He told me many things. First, that he was a powerful man, by the name of Mario Gigante. Second, that it was my mother who had used to work for him. She had left years ago to start the family that now seemed alien to my ears. Third, that I would now be under his "guardianship". I was special, he said, there was something I had that would be of great value once developed. On the street, I would have been trampled, brushed off into the ghetto, treated as filthy and impure, disposed by all the outside world. Here, he told me, I would be safe, and that I would never be forgotten. And fourth, that it was he who had sent the men who had fought with my mother as soon as he had heard about the ambush that was to occur. I did not understand a word of it (especially since I was what, seven, eight??), it was some weeks before I was myself again, though I've never been anything close to how I was before.
"He gave me a pair of clothes, and took me to a room as cold as the last, and left me there. He said something, but it was gibberish. The red slowly faded as time passed; by that time I had begun to piece together what had happened that day in my own sense. But one question remained on my mind - who had killed them. (Or 'the rest', at least.) Horrible thoughts had since come to me, I feared the worst. One day, I finally worked up the courage to ask 'Uncle Mario'. He looked at me with a pained expression, and told me the same thing he had before; this time with an edge in his voice. A rival group led by an unknown individual had boldly attacked my mother, and that he had sent the help. The identity of the killer was not known. It baffled me. Why had they not killed me too? Why leave a weak, scrawny boy alive? But, his tone meant I was not to question what he told me, and that if I was bright, I would never ask the same question twice. The way it was told, I was never suspected as the killer. To this day, it remains a mystery. I dread the answer.
"My abnormality -whatever it was- had to be something so powerful and terrible that it had made that person think twice. From then on, Gigante trained and educated me, in every field deemed worthy. There were the school subjects, like math, science, English, Italian, History (a very biased version, I later learned), physical pursuits; such as gymnastics, running, street fighting, climbing tall ropes, and many other, unusual things. Soon I could dismantle a handgun faster than some grown men. There was lots of time spent with targets, and dummies. In my spare time, I was set to work on simple, repetitive tasks, usually involving printing various papers, or sometimes packing little leaves or powders. That was only when Uncle wasn't looking, though. As a young child, I had little contact with others, and I immediately noticed I was the only child. A few other men would come and go, namely my "other uncle"; called Barney, Liborio "Barney" Bellormo. Supposedly I had a third "uncle", but I didn't learn his name until later- no one ever spoke it aloud.
"When I was fifteen, a lot of things changed. The Boss- the nameless uncle, Vincent "Chin"- was dead, and that Uncle went up in rank. Uncle was now busier, and he sent others to teach and train me. Soon, Uncle Barney would come, and take me with him, to places I didn't know, for "training". That's what Gigante always said it was. I was made to use my knowledge and skills in new ways, I scaled buildings, hid from the wrong people, and spent a great deal of time on top of high buildings. There, I would practice with guns; typically sniper rifles. Usually, I didn't need to use scopes or seeing glasses to use these guns, my eyesight would suffice in these exercises, despite the distance. Gigante told me not to worry about it, I was just supposed to hit certain dots. If I missed, there could be harsh consequences. I learned quickly to be a perfectionist. By now, I had figured out a lot of things, but nothing that could compare with what Bellormo told me. Gigante was busy that day, he had left that morning in a hurry. I went out for 'ground training' as was normal, but it felt different- more tense than usual. After I completed my rooftop exercise, Bellormo turned to me.
"Raised in near seclusion, I was not so dense as to realize none of the others could do the things I could. Yet, things that would have been obvious, say, to you, were a shock to me. Those dots I was supposed to shoot? People. Those things I was supposed to do, buildings I climbed, roofs I jumped, people I stayed away from? Yeah.
I was being raised as the Genovese family's top, invisible assassin.
"Looking back, I don't know what I could have expected to come from those lying lips. I ran. Now their training-my training was against them. It didn't matter who I hid from, I just could. But I miscalculated- I had never needed to fully support myself, there was always "home base". Now, out in the world, I was alone. I learned what the Family really was, and that no other child in the entire United States had likely had an upbringing such as mine. Those were the most sobering six months of my life. Each and every day consisted of running, hiding, and taking advantage of whatever I could. The Uncles had not raised me completely without moral, and I managed to hold down small jobs for small-time thugs, shopkeepers, and the like for a few days at a time- too long and somebody would find me. I also learned that there were several kinds of enemies, all of which wanted me dead.
"During this time, I had formed my own ideas. My view of the world was singular, and full of corruption, malice, sorrow, and hate. I also learned that there were several kinds of enemies, all of which wanted me dead. In the beginning, I hated the Uncles and the Family, for what they had made me do. Slowly, the hate was directed inward. What kind of man was I, to let myself fall for such lies? Whether it was from lack of sleep, food, stress, emotional toil, or having to constantly run for my life, I began to lose it. For a while I thought I was going crazy, but I was also getting sick. It was pretty easy to pick something up off the streets then, and it's surprising I lasted that long without contracting anything. In my distressed, weakened state, I became careless. I started making more mistakes, and there were several close shaves. Eventually, Gigante and Bellormo caught up with me. I was, in fact, lying on a rubbish heap in Genovese territory, though I had not noticed, unconscious and in bad condition. They took me "home" and nursed me back to health, though they were not happy with me in the slightest. I had caused them a great deal of trouble, an invaluable asset to be found half dead in an alleyway. Being feverish, feverish, delusional, and unable to move one's own limbs (lack of energy and being tied down to prevent me from escaping when I was first brought back) gives one a lot of time to think about your place in life. Gradually, the hate faded, replaced by acceptance. I realized that I had seen what life was like for other people, and that life would never be possible for me. In the years that came after, little by little, I began to take satisfaction in my work, a job well done was a source of pride.
"When I was eighteen, I had a partner. Roan Agostino. She was one year younger than I, and every bit as skilled. She, too, had been brought up to live the life of the Mafia. But it was different- she'd been born a member of the Family, and was a Sicilian Genovese by blood. To her, this was life as it was supposed to be. I was paired with her because she possessed a power, similar to me. We got ourselves into many a difficult and dangerous situations, and somehow we always got out of them. Roan and I received higher, more intense missions. Instead of feeling proud or fulfilled, I grew uneasy, and became exceedingly protective of Roan. What had happened to me? It had been six years since I had cared about anyone other than myself- was I losing my edge, at less than twenty years of age?
"Over time, we became friends. It wasn't friendship like you would describe it- more like knowing someone had your back, and trusting them with it completely. Months flew by without my ever taking much notice. On missions, we played the parts of brother and sister, clerk and customer, tourists, a couple. I'll admit that was probably my favorite. But one night, something went wrong. We were assigned to kill a man who had been causing just a little too much trouble than to Family liking, but when we got there, we were expected. Things went downhill at an alarming rate.
"I left with a fresh scar, without Roan. The biggest failure of my entire life, and with the worst consequences. I swore to her that I would find her murderer, and kill him personally.
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"SO, here I am, four long years later. My latest and current assignment was brought to me by Bellormo, though I'll admit I took it for personal reasons. Strange things have been happening in the Underworld lately, and I have a feeling it's been the same culprit all along. The attackers thirteen years ago, and possibly Roan's murderer. However, before I make any assumptions I need more information, and to find my new partners here in the school, Fiore Lucano of the Lucchese, and Elias Faustian, a Gambino associate.
"In my last job, I was undercover as an elementary art teacher, and as I still have the credentials on me, I figured they'd make a good cover." Ｕ Ｓ Ｕ Ａ Ｌ Ｌ Ｙ Ｉ ' Ｍ . . . Raised in the Family known for it's high security and tight workings, Romulus is used to adopting different personalities to work to his advantage. He is used to working under a certain amount of pressure and time limits, and is no stranger to improvisation on the job. He is a perfectionist and dislikes procrastination, placing high value on efficiency and work ethic.
Genovese tradition in upholding the Omerta has made him independent and self reliant. He is hesitant to trust others, gaining his complete confidence is a real accomplishment. Similarly, Romulus is philophobic; meaning he has an extreme aversion to love or intimacy with others. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart. Romulus can be very protective and sensitive towards other people's feelings of situations. Typically he is cool, and collected; remaining calm and focused in most situations. His sense of humor is usually dry or lacking altogether, but he enjoys a good joke now and then. Usually he doesn't tend to be either optimistic or pessimistic, but instread relies on his own abilities and self-confidence to get him through. Ｈ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｖ Ｅ Ｒ , Ｉ Ｈ Ａ Ｖ Ｅ Ａ Ｈ Ａ Ｂ Ｉ Ｔ Ｏ Ｆ . . . Drinking a little too regularly- the combined result of Family influence, and the daily effects of his line of work. He is also a perfectionist, so he often obsesses over little things and is easily irritated by sloppiness or apathy in work quality and inattention to detail. Similarly, he likes to think through a situation and approach it with a plan, however isn't often able to do so because of the fast pace of most situations he's in. Prolonged stress or tension over extended periods can make him paranoid, and he has a habit of analyzing and assessing newcomers' skill and making judgements before actually meeting them. Ｉ ' Ｍ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｔ Ｌ Ｅ Ｓ Ｐ Ｅ Ｃ Ｉ Ａ Ｌ . Romulus Valori can enhance his senses, speed, and strength for limited periods of time, and specializes in the use of long-range weaponry in combat, preferring sniper rifles above all else. For example, enhancing his sight and hearing allows him to pinpoint and hit targets (stationary or moving) from lengthy distances. Increasing his strength or speed also helps him in close combat, as he weaker in hand-to-hand and martial arts. From his numerous "uncles" and trainers, he has learned, and is proficient in, shotokan karate and "street fighting". Otherwise, he relies on a set of balanced throwing knives of two weights- lighter for speed and short distances where a quick move needs to be made, and heavier knives to inflict more damage across a farther distance- kept tucked indiscriminately in his belt/(s). He also keeps a 6.75" Micarta Bowie (M5) sheathed and strapped to his right leg, and an old, unmarked MC/MCMAP3 Bellormo gave him years ago stashed in his right boot.
Romulus also inherited advanced kinesthesia and proprioception from his mother's side. It's not anything extraordinarily supernatural or superhuman, but basically means he has near-perfect balance, hand-eye coordination, and muscle memory, as well is extremely aware of his own body (his position, to what extent he needs to move a muscle or bone in order to achieve the desired effect, etc. Wiki.) Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｐ Ｒ Ｉ Ｃ Ｅ : Drinking as a habit (He's not a lightweight, but, like most people, excessive alcohol consumption messes with his balance, coordination, and/or train of thought, which is obviously, bad). Overthinking or overlooking things, often resulting in missed joke. Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｔ Ｌ Ｅ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ : Ｉ ｌ ｉ ｋ ｅ : ◇ Drinking, liquor. I like the harder stuff, depending on my mood. ◇ Guns. The feel, the smooth, sleek texture of metal in glove, the slight resistance before one clicks the trigger- it's addicting. Ah, they are beautiful, dangerous things, and I've grown quite a liking to them. ◇ Keeping occupied. Keeps my mind of the darker things, and keeps me in shape, and I enjoy the challenge. I enjoy reading and listening to music, though I can be picky. ◇ Cold spaghetti with basil pesto, strawberry granita. ◇ Playing the cello. Hey, gotta have somewhere to hide the sniper rifle. *coughinthecasecough* Ａ ｎ ｄ Ｉ ｄ ｏ ｎ ' ｔ : ◇ Overly talkative, loud, obnoxious, snobbish, or nosy people. My business is mine alone, and I find them quite a nuisance. Usually I pretend to ignore them, or that I can't hear them. I apologize in advance for my selective deafness. ◇ Monotony, stagnation, tedium. I do not enjoy sitting still or doing the same thing for extended periods of time; I have not had a 'quiet' life for over 10 years, and am simply not used to it. (You could also chalk it up to be a side effect of the kinesthesia/proprioception.) ◇ I know it sounds cold, but mushy romance, lovey-dovey couples, Disney-movie-Prince-Charming-instant romance, etc., etc., annoys the hell out of me. Nobody falls in love like that! Proud supporter of "PDA" codes of conduct. ◇ Bad weather. Various reasons. It agitates me, and I hate being cooped up indoors. Also sucks if you're on top of a very tall building with no rain cover…. ◇ Loud noises and overly bright lights- my eyes and ears are especially sensitive.◇ I don't hate it, but I'm really, really, bad at art. Drawing schematics, sureee, painting? No. Faking it with 5-11 year olds was easy enough, but it's going to be harder with teenagers... It's a kind of gun, though, right? Maybe it won't be so hard...eheh. Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ ｌ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ ｌ Ｐ Ｓ : ｗｉｔｈ ｏｔｈｅｒｓ ~ Ｆａｍｉｌｙ: Deceased.
Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ: Roan Agostino, deceased.
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔ Ｐａｒｔｎｅｒ( ｓ ) : Fiore Lucano, and Elias Faustian.
Ｌｏｙａｌｔｉｅｓ ｌｉｅ ｗｉｔｈ: The Genovese Family, Bellormo and Gigante. Ｆ Ｏ Ｒ Ａ Ｌ Ｌ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｓ Ｔ Ａ Ｌ Ｋ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ : Ｒｅｐｒｅｓｅｎｔｉｎｇ Ｈｏｕｓｅ : Burnar, I believe? Ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｃｅ : The Lapis Lazuli House. Ｄ Ｏ Ｎ ' Ｔ Ｂ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｅ ! Ｉ ｔｅａｃｈ : The Paintball Art Class, in the Music & Arts Department. Ｗ Ｈ Ａ Ｔ Ｐ Ｌ Ａ Ｙ Ｓ Ｉ Ｎ Ｂ Ａ Ｃ Ｋ Ｇ Ｒ Ｏ Ｕ Ｎ Ｄ : Ｔｈｅｍｅ: "Glittering Cloud" ; Imogen Heap.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 3:13 am
accepted and sorted into Burnar Ruki. well..you know how the drill goes but just incase, go find a house, full of women xD JK anywhoo make your Bios shorter! I almost popped my eyes out reading xD
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Rukia Arisawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 5:34 pm
iNishino Inferni accepted and sorted into Catain Ruki. well..you know how the drill goes but just incase, go find a house, full of women xD JK anywhoo make your Bios shorter! I almost popped my eyes out reading xD
LOL, definitely xD Sorry... I rewrote it a couple of times, and it just kept getting longer... I guess fifteen paragraphs is a bit much... o_o;;
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 5:36 pm
Quite. Rukia, We should make our characters live in the same house, It'd be hilarious.
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