Post by crisis on May 4, 2009 19:19:02 GMT -7
Out Of Character
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In Character
Name:Valois Su'Riatin Riei
Age:19
Gender:Male
Species:Gifted
Special Power: Refigure
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Mother:-
Sibling/s:-
Partner:-none yet-
Appearance:
Valois is alluringly and mysteriously handsome, as opposed to the masculine and heroic type handsome, or the excessively pretty type handsome that most women get attracted to immediately. His beauty carries with it a mystique, and a confusing attraction that can be compared to how people can’t help but look into the darkness, despite the inherent feelings warning them to look away. He carries an almost perpetual aura of danger about him, it radiates off his skin like a heat. But despite that he seems almost entrancing and captivating and people want to run away but find themselves glued to the floor against their will at times.
His hair as a strange color, normally seen as white, but if one were to take an individual strand they would actually perceive it as a translucent white, almost like the fur that comprises the coat of a polar bear. The closest thing to compare with the color of his eyes are pearls, they seem almost milky and white but with every movement he makes and every different angle they catch the light they seem to change color. He also is almost perpetually seen squinting them, as if deliberating something of great importance. His mouths quirks into a smile, by only pulling up one side of his face as if the other side is too stubborn to recognize the amusement.
His skin a pale, as he is rarely touched by the sun, there are times when he easily gets mistaken for a night crawler but he just rolls his eyes at this sentiment. He is not slight of build, although not overly muscular as well…he is toned enough to satisfy what society would deem as attractive. His choice of clothing is always flamboyant, reflecting a luxurious and sophisticated type of lifestyle. It isn’t rare to find more than one ring on his fingers, or gleaming diamonds on his cuffs. He is also prone to wearing light colors whenever he can, rare is it to see if in anything dark. Even when conducting missions of espionage he wears white if not light colored clothes.
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Personality:
Rather laid back and with a brush-away view of the world. Valois is a person entirely shrouded by his own alluring mystique. He is rather passive with anything, choosing to let things be rather than get involved, except of course when it involves him directly, or if he is ordered to do otherwise. He carries himself with the sure-confidence of a rapier and will not hesitate or even blink when asked to kill. He stands on a morally grey charter, only doing evil when asked to do it but never by him. He believes in the Machiavellian principle that the end justifies the means, and also always prefers to go down the path that he finds less bothersome. There are times however when his reserved personality suffers a crack and he shows some more emotion than he normally lets out. This usually occurs when he realizes he’s been cheated or when his direct orders have been undermined. His wrath is terrible and cruel, but never misplaced.
When it comes to manipulation and revenge, he tends to enjoy forming cruel and sometimes elaborate plans for vengeance and self-gain. He has proven himself to be one of the sharpest, wittiest minds within the clan, although prefers to stay out of the limelight, choosing instead to concentrate on perfecting his skills and carrying out whatever missions his superiors have for him.
He enjoys the luxurious things in life, particularly pure and sophisticated luxuries such as silvers or diamonds. He does not particularly enjoy loud and vivid colors only subtle soft and pristine beauty. He does not do this for the attention, although to his dismay it comes anyway. It is just a natural tendency for him to enjoy things which sparkle or shine…or as he likes to say “Breaks the Darkness”. He is often grim and dismal, usually sparing a smile for a random act of slight sadism (eg. Seeing people trip and fall to their faces). He does not fear death, and is in fact extremely intrigued by it. He longs to find opponents who are suitable and actually test his abilities.
Whenever he kills, he tries to stay as clean and neat as possible. Doing jobs quickly, efficiently and cleanly. Things are always calculated through before engaged and gut-instincts are all but non-existent for him. He is under an obsessive compulsive order to be clean and neat at all times, a concrete example of this is when he cleans his instruments with a handkerchief every time he finishes a job. Even as the alarms are wailing, he cannot help but wipe the blood off. He also absent-mindedly straightens his tie frequently.
During battle he has a unique and unmatched style as a Refigurist, his weapons of choice are always the crystals, silvers or ivories that he carries upon his person. He is skilled to the point that he can refigure these objects at such a minute level that they are virtually invisible as they are suspended in the air much like dust particles. At which point he can refigure them once again to rain down on enemies as shards, or pull a weapon out of the air, or let his open breath in the dust so that they would be lacerated from the inside, or even position them precisely to refract light and turn himself relatively invisible or even focus lasers.
Strengths: Cool, Calm Level-Headed, Logical, Doesn’t Fear Death, Alluring, Unavoidable, Persistent, Intelligent
Weaknesses: Distant, Grim, Selfish, Anti-Social, Impatient, Rude, No instincts, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Mental Health:slightly insane (clinical case of sadism and sociopathy)
Likes: Jewels, White Metals, Being Alone, The Dark, The idea and everything related to Death, Having his way, Sophistication, light-colors.
Dislikes: Being Disobeyed when it was clear that he is in charge, being cheated, having too much attention drawn to him, dark-colors, brutish and unsophisticated things in general, annoying girls who trail after him, annoying boys who trail after him.
Past:
Valois is not in possession of much of a past, he was created as first and foremost a weapon, born and bred for one purpose and that is to carry out the dirt work of the Clan, whenever need be. Under a secret program that involved finding particularly powerful gifted and breeding them with the same power class to create extremely powerful offspring, Valois was one of those successful trials, if not the most successful one by far. His father and mother were unknown to him, aside from the fact that both of them were Gifted Refigurators, that were abducted to serve the Clan’s purposes. His parents were forced to consummate so that they would acquire a child possessing a strengthened level of their abilities. He is actually also the youngest among a set of thirteen children. Being the strongest among all his other siblings and half-siblings, he was asked to pick them off one by one in his training. Valois did not care too much of this however, he never had the chance to develop any affections for them and just did as he was told. He was given the name Valois Su'Riatin Riei, to fit the high-seated gentleman personality they were planning to instill in him.
As a child, his life was completely about training. He was molded to be a killer, everyday of his life it was one exercise after another. He was even trained to be devoid of all hindering emotions such as love or hate, they did not beat out the simple things such as annoyances or sarcasm however, since they believed that he would need an identity of his own. And so they cultured him together with his training, creating the perfect gentleman…the perfect misleading appearance to hide a top-grade assassin. He was nothing more than a weapon that they dressed up in pretty clothes. Most of the time they’d keep him in a sealed room and would force a random shape-shifter or night-crawler to attack him. This honed his skills more than any other training could because he became a masterful assassin, learning how to adjust to enemies of greater physical strength or speed. He even managed to shut his mind from weaker telepathic night-crawlers allowing them only to see his intention to destroy them. By the time that he was 14 he had successfully completed his first mission.
His trainers saw how well he did this, everything so clean and perfect…Valois even could not resist but leave the trademark of crystallizing the eyes of his victims. They tried to beat this out at first, but it became an impulsive need of his and after 2 years of trying they gave up. He didn’t leave any other clue that would point to his existence though; it was just a sort of calling card that called out his name. His training continued as he grew up, but it became rather more unfortunate since he developed a habit of killing his trainers.
He was 19 when he became a fully fledged agent and Assassin. And has been serving dutifully ever since. However, there are times when Valois manages to catch emotions that he has never had before, and cannot help but be curious. Perhaps he is still as human as the rest of us; only that aspect of him has been suppressed.
Sample Post:
Hayden slouched forward on his desk, barely paying attention to what his professor was mumbling at the front of the class. He knew most everything about the course already, but had yet to raise his hand a single time since the class had started. He just slouched there, his chin rested across his arms which were folded over the table, as he admired the black opal ring that he chose to wear on his middle finger today.
The black jewel glinted as it was hit by the afternoon sunlight. It sent out an array of colors that sparkled through the blackness and Hayden couldn't help but be entranced with them, he had some bond with these precious stones, an affinity for them...it was like he had lived his life, or some past life under these stones where they shone brighter than the stars. Hayden shook his head to snap himself back into reality...he hated it whenever he became poetic, even if it was privately in his mind.
"Mr. Underweld...would you please grace us with your presence, both in mind and in body?" suddenly called out his professor. Hayden pulled himself straight up, if however taking his leisure time with it...he could have argued, but that was never his style he chose to be passive, after all "Whatever comes, comes...there's no use chasing after it"
His professor raised an eyebrow, obviously irritated at Hayden being so flippant at his reprimand. "Mr. Underweld, perhaps you could grace us now with the answer to this question. What is the name of this region?" asked the professor as he stabbed his bony finger at a particular pink splotch on the gigantic world map held in front of the class.
Hayden placed his hands behind his head before he answered. "That's Iran, but before it was called Mesopotamia." he answered with a coolness about himself, that just shouted brush-everything away because it's so unimportant. the professor bit his lower lip, obviously not expecting Hayden to answer correctly.
He moved his finger across the map and was about to ask his next question but Hayden answered ahead. "That on the other hand is the River Tiber, and right beside it is the Fertile Crescent, going a little bit south east that would be the Latin states and a little more would be exactly where Rome is...I'd continue on ahead sir, but you might run out of things to teach us next week." he punctuated his sentence with a yawn, and his classmates could barely stifle their giggles.
"Would you want to go to the headmaster's office Mr. Underweld?" threatened the professor. Hayden just shrugged his shoulders, passive as ever...he honestly didn't care. He stood up and walked towards the door, but then stopped as his pale hands curled around the knob.
"One thing sir, what exactly do i tell the headmaster?" he asked. The professor was dumbfounded, he honestly could not answer the question. Could Hayden have told the headmaster that he was sent to the office, because he knew the lesson perfectly...and that he had even read ahead? The professor half opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out.
Hayden let out a sigh. "Thought so, don't worry sir I'll just tell him i kicked you or something." with that he exited out of the room and began walking down the hallway.
"You know, you have to be more assertive...you always let all these things pass you by." the voice didn't come from any apparent source, at least from anyone except Hayden's point of view. Looking through his eyes a woman visibly floated alongside him...well she was actually a ghost. She was a student at the school a couple of years back, she died because of a car-crash and had chosen to remain in the school ground...realizing Hayden could sense her presence, she had began following him around ever since...much to his irritation.
"Why waste my energy? It's really pointless if you think about it." answered Hayden. He buried his hands deep within his pockets and dragged his feet across the floor, it was a wonder how he never seemed to make a sound when he walked.
"You can't just let people walk all over you! Of all people you! You control the dead, some of that control should carry over to the living!" she was obviously outraged, she couldn't stand how Hayden could just always pretend like nothing had happened.
Hayden stopped in his tracks. "You know what...you're right! I should be more assertive." He turned his head towards her and spoke. "You stop following me around." his voice carried itself with a double timbre, it sounded unnatural as if a chorus of death hung over every syllable, and suddenly the girl-ghost floated on the spot and some force kept her there."
"You bastard!! I didn't mean it like this!" she shouted as she uselessly fought against his will that kept her on the ground.
Hayden flashed her a smile, a rare smile that pulled up only half of his face. He began walking away in that silent shuffling walk.
"You're not even going to the headmaster's office, are you!" called the ghost-girl after him.
"Nope!" Hayden called back, and with that he disappeared around the corner.