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 Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 7:58 pm
 Vladimir Castillo " The Bloodthirsty Reaper "
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Tʜᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ's • Vladimir Remus Castillo
Jᴜsᴛ Cᴀʟʟ Mᴇ: • Vlad, Remus, Reaper
Dᴏ NOT Cᴀʟʟ Mᴇ: • Tribute, Murderer, Animal
Cᴀɴᴅʟᴇs Oɴ Mʏ Cᴀᴋᴇ: • Twenty-one
Hᴀᴘᴘʏ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ Tᴏ Mᴇ: • September 11
Yᴇs, I Aᴍ A: • Male
I'ᴍ Iɴᴛᴏ: • Whatever fits my fancy at the moment
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Lᴏᴏᴋ Aᴛ Tʜᴇsᴇ Eʏᴇs: • Teal Blue
Tʜᴇsᴇ Lᴏᴠᴇʟʏ Lᴏᴄᴋs: • Raven black
Eᴠᴇʀʏ Iɴcʜ Cᴏᴜɴᴛs: • 6'3"
Gɪʀʟ, Lᴏᴏᴋ Aᴛ Tʜᴀᴛ Bᴏᴅʏ: • At one time being a Career Tribute Vladimir is built like a brick house with muscle coiled around muscle defining his superior strength in hand to hand and skill at moving easily for a man his size. Though with clothing on it is hard to tell anything about him besides that he is well-proportioned for a man his size which is quite pleasing to most women or so he's noted. Vladimir is broad shoulder and double jointed making it quite easy for him to be uncharacteristically flexible clearly making people pause when he gets out of things that he shouldn't. He is not without scars and old wounds as he was once in the games coming out the victor, clearly, he has a few scars on his wrists, arms, torso, and one nicking his right eyebrow though clearly missing his eye. He is without most of his left ring finger all he has left is a stub after he lost it in the games how is something one has to ask as he rarely talks about that or the nick inches away from his artery on his neck. Vladimir is long armed and legged but is well proportioned with his torso matching equally with the rest of his body though all is very muscular as he is very capable of handling just about anyone or anything up close and personal as well as far away. Give him a sword and he's dangerous give him a hunting bow and he is godforsaken deadly as he is not known as the reaper for nothing.
Tʜᴀᴛ's Mʏ Jᴏʙ: • Mentor
Hᴏᴍᴇ Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ Hᴏᴍᴇ: • District One
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 10:01 pm
Oɴᴄᴇ Uᴘᴏɴ A Tɪᴍᴇ: • What can he say about his life that isn't already slandered in one manner or another? He was raised an only child within the realm of the first district and trained from a young age to fight, something he took to like a duck to water, not that he had anything better to do. Vlad is not the type of person to openly say his life at home was not the cheeriest because it wasn't his parents cared to the extent to know he was still breathing. Honestly he did not have many friends if he had any they were either made up or his parents forced them on him to make him seem normal not that a career tribute was supposed to be normal. He wasn't always the large mass of muscle he is today nor was he that talented at fighting being so gangly, awkward, and reckless he was not the type to pick his fights wisely. It wasn't until he was fourteen that some type of purpose occurred In his life and his parents god-honestly cared about his existences but it was only for their own gain. He was gangly, short and no one thought anything of him with his black hair all cast over everything and his nearly ghost white complexion no one thought he would be anything but dead weight to his partner. At first he really was nothing but a dead weight he never killed anything but animals or fake people before but now it all came down to the fact it was either kill or be killed.
As much of a natural born fighter he was in practice the moment it came to real costs he froze and thus his partner left him behind so she could go "show up" the other districts as if being born in the first made them special just because they were rich. Money never suited Vlad he liked the simpler things probably because he was often left alone or with the nanny his mother often used when she was tired of him or too busy with her gems. His luxury background and shaky confidence in his abilities are what got him into this mess and kept him alive at times it wasn't until he first kill which happened when they chased after him during the second week of the games. He had been avoiding most easily but this one happened to find him and was very keen on taking out a Career from District one it had something to do with their sibling or something. He did not think much about it besides reminding this person it was the sixty-eighth hunger games not whatever they were talking about. She got him cornered and as she was coming in for the kill he attacked like a cornered animal relying on his instincts and muscle memory which honestly he didn't remember what he did just found that he had slit her throat deep enough he could nearly see her spine. It was then he lost his innocence fully as when he took another human's life it was all over and he started up his old habit taking a swab of her blood plastering it onto a page in his book then sticking a lock of hair in as well for good measure.
Thus he started his killing using weapons from any tribute he killed as he liked often playing many tricks on them as well going so far as cutting his broken left ring finger off to lead a silly district five who had tried and failed to kill him with some high tech explosive. The finger made him think he killed him until a knife went into his temple killing him instantly much to his own distaste as he wanted him to suffer but with his stub of a finger bleeding he needed to care for that over killing someone slowly. Slowly the numbers dwindled until it was just him and his supposed partner which for some time they played games with each other until he reckless charged in nearly getting his artery cut only avoiding because of his reflexes. In his annoyance of her abandoning him and then just trying to kill him he bodily shoved her against a large tree in which he then plunged a knife into her artery, the one in her neck which she had tried to cut on him, she froze like a fawn thinking he was going to pull the knife out and let her bleed to death but instead he left it in leaving her pinned while he lectured her about how she wronged him. Before she bled to death he finished his rant by saying coldly "its not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog" then cutting her head off which he did as he did with the rest but he carried her head around a bit. Knowing full well that he had won but the fight was never finished in his head he would always want to feel the thrill again though now years later and mentoring others he has come to realize he will never truly feel that thrill but the predator within is still lurking and waiting for the next bloodbath.
Uɴᴅᴇʀ Tʜɪs Mᴀsᴋ: • Vlad is described as a man of few words often letting body language and actions to speak for him rarely does he see the need to speak in his accented vocals. But when he does speak it is short, commanding, and meant to be listened to because if he speaks it is because his actions seemed not enough to explain. Vlad is cold and distant often looking off into space with a haunted but amused look in his eye as he does not regret his past "mistakes", as some would see them, killing those in the games meant he lived at is all that matters to him. He sees justice in killing the weak because he is very much the kind of man that believes in survival of the fittest if it was not for this law he would be a lot softer towards those around him. He is calm and somber with a sick sense of humor at times as it is hard to crack a smile out of him without finding those little things that tickle his funny bone. Vlad comes off as rude and intimidating in the best of times could be because blood is nothing to him and death is just an old friend he hasn't seen in awhile. The man does care about people just as long as they can do something for him he has a Spartan look to life with the fact that you either survive and be able to tell the story yourself or you make yourself a pretty corpse as life isn't easy nor does anyone get out alive. He is sarcastic and sickly playful spewing more encouraging insults than real words of comfort as he is not here to hold your hand he knows that the only way to stand tall is on your own feet and often the only way to win is to sacrifice a few things for the majority. The best words of wisdom he has ever known is it is not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog, words that he lives by to this day.
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Wʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴋᴇs Mᴇ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ: • Vladimir is double-jointed and flexible being pretty light on his feet for a man his size though he has a lot of strength he knows how to apply it without taking his speed for granted. He has great survival instincts giving him a slight advantage in a fight though he relies on them just as much as his tactical mindset that allows him to go from a sword, of any type, to a competition bow without much problem nor hesitation.
Tʜᴏsᴇ Wʜᴏ Lᴏᴠᴇ Mᴇ: •
Gymini Castillo, Mother
Nicolai Castillo , Father
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 8:25 am
Gɪᴍᴍᴇ Gɪᴍᴍᴇ:• Shepard's Pie, the most neat creation in the world • Cherries, loves them to death • Sleep, he doesn't often get it in longer periods than three hours • Canines, Predators mostly • Whittling, calms him allows him to keep his mind on something • Sparring/Fighting, it has always been in his nature to fight for blood or just for fun Gᴇᴛ Iᴛ Aᴡᴀʏ: • Being mocked in any fashion for any reason • Morons, Cowards, anyone who can't seem to function by themselves in any fashion • Being told No when he knows what he needs is truly useful • Dealing with people from his past as well with people in general Iᴛ Sᴄᴀʀᴇs Mᴇ: • Failing in any fashion, not something that sits right with him • Dying in a stupid fashion, if it isn't worth it why die for it? • Falling in love, he's not sure he can cope with that X X Aʟʟ Tʜᴀᴛ Gʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀs: •
- Has a small black leather bound book, holds the blood and locks of hair of every one of his victims, no one ever said he was sane, no one knows he has this
- Has a broad sword and a competition grade bow that he has been using since before and after his own game both of which he is very skilled with though these are not the only weapons he has on him at all times. Lᴇᴛ's Rᴏᴄᴋ: • Cage the Beast by Adelitas Way• Dot Your Eyes by Five Finger Death Punch
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 11:40 am
Welcome to District One! May the odds be ever in your favor!
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