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Got all of Drayden on the same post.
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Name: Drayden Til
Species: Monkey Faunus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Aura Color: Amber
Semblance: Drayden refers to his semblance as Passive Aggressive. The semblance is split into two parts, the first is called Passive. Passive is all about absorbing energy and is able to expend this absorbed energy to fix small things (i.e. simple locks, pens, chips out of blades, etc.), this ability of Passive can also be used to heal small wounds or hold things together that are trying to be broken (i.e. a door being bashed in or a shield under pressure from a Grimm attack). The way Passive works is by absorbing the kinetic energy from objects (i.e. bullets, if he can move fast enough to catch it, swords, Grimm attacks, even falls if he catches himself on his left hand) and storing it in his aura, though even in his aura it is markedly a different energy and cannot be used to do normal aura things (i.e. healing, shielding, etc.). The second part of his semblance is the main way he expends this excess "different" aura and he refers to it as Aggresive. Aggresive takes this absorbed energy (or even Drayden's raw aura) and uses it to amplify damage to something (i.e. expanding cracks in walls until they crumble, expanding chips in weaponry until it falls apart, etc.) this ability can also be applied to wounds as well to increase their severity. Though both Passive and Aggresive have severe restrictions at the current time, Drayden is only well enough versed in his semblance to manifest Passive in his left hand and Aggresive in his right. As such he has to be in physical contact to use his semblance.
Drayden has a standard amount of aura, is able to generate shields, but has problems healing himself via aura.
Weapons: Drayden's primary weapon is a pair of gloves, Peacekeeper (the left) and Outlaw (the right), with clawed tips that can extend to be about an inch long each, normally though they are only slightly longer than fingernails, although sharp enough and strong enough to assist Drayden in climbing. The gloves are made with a special high tensile strength metal fiber that allows them to take alot of damage without ripping or tearing, further they have been infused with Drayden's aura allowing him to more effectively channel his aura through them. Bearing that in mind the gloves were made in different styles. The left one being white with more inner padding, and more layers of the metal fabric in order to help absorb blows that Drayden may try to catch. The right glove though is black and has spiked knuckles, further more the claws on the right can extend two inches longer than the left. The knuckles on the right glove are hollow and have an injection system, like a hyperdermic needle, in them that leads up to a reserve of dust that is stored on the top of his hand in between layers of the material. There is enough room for three punches worth of dust.
Dust: In his pockets he keeps two small secure cases of dust refills, (one is ice the other fire. Both cases have enough for two refills).
Other Equipment: In both boots he keeps a small switchblade (just in case).
Armor: Upon his upper body he wears a layer of the same material as his gloves under his shirt . On his left arm he has a small buckler that can collapse down into a wrist band (activated through aura).
Skills and Abilities: Drayden is rather quick and dexterous. When it comes to a dominant hand the young brawler has none, as he is ambidextrous, not to mention he can somewhat use his tail as a "third arm" in combat, often wielding one of his knives with it. Also due to his faunus heritage and time spent training Drayden is rather acrobatic and fluid in his movements.
Description: Lean build, average height, brown hair, azure eyes, and an obvious monkey tail.
Personality: Overzealous, kind, naive, and up-beat: are all four things that can be used to easily define this rather rambunctious hunter-to-be. Whether it is something as simple as finding a little bit of lien on the sidewalk or being accepted into a prestigious battle school, Drayden's output of exuberence tends to be a bit too much for the context of the situation. When it comes to kindness the young monkey faunus actually has a saying "Kindness cost nothing to give, and is one of the greatest things to receive in turn." This saying in fact even goes with his naive outlook on life. Drayden automatically assumes that everyone he meets is kind and therefore also operate on a similar idea of kindness, and despite how many times this is proven wrong he still wields a sickeningly up-beat attitude.
Bio: Growing up Drayden's parents taught him to hide his faunus nature, saying that it would only cause him suffering. Despite not understanding why it was nessecary for him to hide his tail he did so. Even with having to hide part of who he was Drayden was still happy and joyful child, and in fact often spent most of his time playing with other children. His paradise was a small park only a block or two from his house, however the park would also be the place where he would come to comprehend why his parents told him to hide his tail.
Like almost any other day Drayden was playing with a fellow child, she was about his age, seven, when the incident occurred. While climbing a tree the girl lost grip and began to fall. Without thinking Drayden grabbed her with his tail and then after grabbing her hand with his hauled her back onto the tree. After a moment they decided to return to the ground. Once down Drayden went to hide his tail when he was stopped by a simple question.
"Why do you hide your tail?" questioned the girl innocently.
With a shrug Drayden replied, "My parents told me to, because people can be mean."
"Well I'm not mean, even if my sister says I am," the girl said with a giggle.
With his face alight Drayden excitedly replied, "Lets go to the jungle gym! I'll show you some tricks I can do!" Before she could reply he wrapped his tail around her wrist and steered them off to their destination. It was then though that Drayden heard a woman yell out, ignoring it he went to continue on.
However, his companion called out, "Mommy?" Pausing Drayden turned around to witness a woman approaching them.
Angrily the woman spoke to Drayden, "Get away from my daughter you filthy boy! Don't you ever touch her!" Looking down at his clothes Drayden didn't think they looked too dirty and was only snapped out of his studying of his apparel when he saw the woman pull her daughter away. As they began to leave Drayden waved to the girl and bid her goodbye. The next thing he knew he was on the ground and a handprint was throbbing on his face. Looking up he saw the woman. Her face was contorted in rage and disgust as she snapped at him, "Don't you even talk to her, you filthy animal. You and all of your kind should be put in cages like the animals you are!" Then with a twirl the woman was gone dragging her daughter with her.
Not getting up for a moment Drayden just sat, and lifted his hand to his face. 'Maybe this is why Mommy and Dad told me to hide my tail. Is this what they meant when they said people could be mean for no reason?' the young faunus thought to himself. Standing up he wrapped his tail back around his waist and hid it from view with his shirt and set off for home. Walking in an unusually quiet state he watched the people faunus and human alike as he went home. He had never really noticed the plight of his people, but now that he was looking he could see it in their actions and on their faces. Their faces were worn, haggard, and tired, yet many of their eyes were alight with a spark, no a fire of hope and determination, these were people who could not be broken unlike his parents who had long ago been crushed by the weight of society. Watching those around him who could stand tall with hope Drayden found himself proud to be called a faunus and as he let his tail free he vowed to himself he would always be proud.
Upon his return home Drayden's father scolded him for not hiding his tail, while his mother fretted over the mark on his face, yet the entire time the boy had a giant grin plastered on his face. After the intial freak out he explained the days events and his determination to no longer hide who he was. As expected his mother started a worry session while his father's eyes alit with something they hadn't had in a long time: pride.
Years later when he applied to Sanctum the spark in his father's eyes became a flame. Drayden was exuberant when he was informed of his acceptance, he was going to get to train to be a hunter. The day that he left for Sanctum he walked out of his childhood home with joy upon his face and pride and determination in his eyes. He knew he could succed in the school, not only in the courses, but socially as well. Drayden would let people hate him for being a faunus, but not for his personality he would be as cheerful and optimistic as ever.
Sanctum was not a bad time nor was it an extremely good one for the monkey-tailed student. He was able to find friends among other faunus and those who did not discriminate against those who were. Drayden ignored any comments about his heritage, he could have cared less it didn't matter, after all he was accepted to Sanctum just like them. The only true obstacle for him was academics, while Drayden was more than capable in any class that required fighting or semblance and aura, he was often seen drifting off during any class in which he couldn't move about. By the time he finished schooling at Sanctum he was only a mid-level student, not at the bottom of his class nor at the top. When he learned of his acceptance to Beacon he was seen performing various flips down the halls while screaming at the top of his lungs in joy, "I GOT IN! THEY ACCEPTED ME! BEACON HERE I COME!"
Other: Enjoys slacking off, lame puns, pranks, and mentioning irrelevant things (like nightmares in which the moon is all in one piece and he turns into a giant flying ape and loses all control)
Species: Monkey Faunus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Aura Color: Amber
Semblance: Drayden refers to his semblance as Passive Aggressive. The semblance is split into two parts, the first is called Passive. Passive is all about absorbing energy and is able to expend this absorbed energy to fix small things (i.e. simple locks, pens, chips out of blades, etc.), this ability of Passive can also be used to heal small wounds or hold things together that are trying to be broken (i.e. a door being bashed in or a shield under pressure from a Grimm attack). The way Passive works is by absorbing the kinetic energy from objects (i.e. bullets, if he can move fast enough to catch it, swords, Grimm attacks, even falls if he catches himself on his left hand) and storing it in his aura, though even in his aura it is markedly a different energy and cannot be used to do normal aura things (i.e. healing, shielding, etc.). The second part of his semblance is the main way he expends this excess "different" aura and he refers to it as Aggresive. Aggresive takes this absorbed energy (or even Drayden's raw aura) and uses it to amplify damage to something (i.e. expanding cracks in walls until they crumble, expanding chips in weaponry until it falls apart, etc.) this ability can also be applied to wounds as well to increase their severity. Though both Passive and Aggresive have severe restrictions at the current time, Drayden is only well enough versed in his semblance to manifest Passive in his left hand and Aggresive in his right. As such he has to be in physical contact to use his semblance.
Drayden has a standard amount of aura, is able to generate shields, but has problems healing himself via aura.
Weapons: Drayden's primary weapon is a pair of gloves, Peacekeeper (the left) and Outlaw (the right), with clawed tips that can extend to be about an inch long each, normally though they are only slightly longer than fingernails, although sharp enough and strong enough to assist Drayden in climbing. The gloves are made with a special high tensile strength metal fiber that allows them to take alot of damage without ripping or tearing, further they have been infused with Drayden's aura allowing him to more effectively channel his aura through them. Bearing that in mind the gloves were made in different styles. The left one being white with more inner padding, and more layers of the metal fabric in order to help absorb blows that Drayden may try to catch. The right glove though is black and has spiked knuckles, further more the claws on the right can extend two inches longer than the left. The knuckles on the right glove are hollow and have an injection system, like a hyperdermic needle, in them that leads up to a reserve of dust that is stored on the top of his hand in between layers of the material. There is enough room for three punches worth of dust.
Dust: In his pockets he keeps two small secure cases of dust refills, (one is ice the other fire. Both cases have enough for two refills).
Other Equipment: In both boots he keeps a small switchblade (just in case).
Armor: Upon his upper body he wears a layer of the same material as his gloves under his shirt . On his left arm he has a small buckler that can collapse down into a wrist band (activated through aura).
Skills and Abilities: Drayden is rather quick and dexterous. When it comes to a dominant hand the young brawler has none, as he is ambidextrous, not to mention he can somewhat use his tail as a "third arm" in combat, often wielding one of his knives with it. Also due to his faunus heritage and time spent training Drayden is rather acrobatic and fluid in his movements.
Description: Lean build, average height, brown hair, azure eyes, and an obvious monkey tail.
Personality: Overzealous, kind, naive, and up-beat: are all four things that can be used to easily define this rather rambunctious hunter-to-be. Whether it is something as simple as finding a little bit of lien on the sidewalk or being accepted into a prestigious battle school, Drayden's output of exuberence tends to be a bit too much for the context of the situation. When it comes to kindness the young monkey faunus actually has a saying "Kindness cost nothing to give, and is one of the greatest things to receive in turn." This saying in fact even goes with his naive outlook on life. Drayden automatically assumes that everyone he meets is kind and therefore also operate on a similar idea of kindness, and despite how many times this is proven wrong he still wields a sickeningly up-beat attitude.
Bio: Growing up Drayden's parents taught him to hide his faunus nature, saying that it would only cause him suffering. Despite not understanding why it was nessecary for him to hide his tail he did so. Even with having to hide part of who he was Drayden was still happy and joyful child, and in fact often spent most of his time playing with other children. His paradise was a small park only a block or two from his house, however the park would also be the place where he would come to comprehend why his parents told him to hide his tail.
Like almost any other day Drayden was playing with a fellow child, she was about his age, seven, when the incident occurred. While climbing a tree the girl lost grip and began to fall. Without thinking Drayden grabbed her with his tail and then after grabbing her hand with his hauled her back onto the tree. After a moment they decided to return to the ground. Once down Drayden went to hide his tail when he was stopped by a simple question.
"Why do you hide your tail?" questioned the girl innocently.
With a shrug Drayden replied, "My parents told me to, because people can be mean."
"Well I'm not mean, even if my sister says I am," the girl said with a giggle.
With his face alight Drayden excitedly replied, "Lets go to the jungle gym! I'll show you some tricks I can do!" Before she could reply he wrapped his tail around her wrist and steered them off to their destination. It was then though that Drayden heard a woman yell out, ignoring it he went to continue on.
However, his companion called out, "Mommy?" Pausing Drayden turned around to witness a woman approaching them.
Angrily the woman spoke to Drayden, "Get away from my daughter you filthy boy! Don't you ever touch her!" Looking down at his clothes Drayden didn't think they looked too dirty and was only snapped out of his studying of his apparel when he saw the woman pull her daughter away. As they began to leave Drayden waved to the girl and bid her goodbye. The next thing he knew he was on the ground and a handprint was throbbing on his face. Looking up he saw the woman. Her face was contorted in rage and disgust as she snapped at him, "Don't you even talk to her, you filthy animal. You and all of your kind should be put in cages like the animals you are!" Then with a twirl the woman was gone dragging her daughter with her.
Not getting up for a moment Drayden just sat, and lifted his hand to his face. 'Maybe this is why Mommy and Dad told me to hide my tail. Is this what they meant when they said people could be mean for no reason?' the young faunus thought to himself. Standing up he wrapped his tail back around his waist and hid it from view with his shirt and set off for home. Walking in an unusually quiet state he watched the people faunus and human alike as he went home. He had never really noticed the plight of his people, but now that he was looking he could see it in their actions and on their faces. Their faces were worn, haggard, and tired, yet many of their eyes were alight with a spark, no a fire of hope and determination, these were people who could not be broken unlike his parents who had long ago been crushed by the weight of society. Watching those around him who could stand tall with hope Drayden found himself proud to be called a faunus and as he let his tail free he vowed to himself he would always be proud.
Upon his return home Drayden's father scolded him for not hiding his tail, while his mother fretted over the mark on his face, yet the entire time the boy had a giant grin plastered on his face. After the intial freak out he explained the days events and his determination to no longer hide who he was. As expected his mother started a worry session while his father's eyes alit with something they hadn't had in a long time: pride.
Years later when he applied to Sanctum the spark in his father's eyes became a flame. Drayden was exuberant when he was informed of his acceptance, he was going to get to train to be a hunter. The day that he left for Sanctum he walked out of his childhood home with joy upon his face and pride and determination in his eyes. He knew he could succed in the school, not only in the courses, but socially as well. Drayden would let people hate him for being a faunus, but not for his personality he would be as cheerful and optimistic as ever.
Sanctum was not a bad time nor was it an extremely good one for the monkey-tailed student. He was able to find friends among other faunus and those who did not discriminate against those who were. Drayden ignored any comments about his heritage, he could have cared less it didn't matter, after all he was accepted to Sanctum just like them. The only true obstacle for him was academics, while Drayden was more than capable in any class that required fighting or semblance and aura, he was often seen drifting off during any class in which he couldn't move about. By the time he finished schooling at Sanctum he was only a mid-level student, not at the bottom of his class nor at the top. When he learned of his acceptance to Beacon he was seen performing various flips down the halls while screaming at the top of his lungs in joy, "I GOT IN! THEY ACCEPTED ME! BEACON HERE I COME!"
Other: Enjoys slacking off, lame puns, pranks, and mentioning irrelevant things (like nightmares in which the moon is all in one piece and he turns into a giant flying ape and loses all control)
Inhaling deeply on his cigar Vincent leaned against one of the group's trailers. Tonight was going to be fun, after all it was a small show. He prefered small shows, they tended to be a closer knit community, which meant that there were less people complaining about his volunteers being 'plants'. Like he would ever need to use something like that, the mere thought irritated him beyond all belief. With an exhale he allowed his thoughts to slip away with the cigar smoke to slip lazily away.
Allowing himself to relax now, Vincent watched as Victoria headed into her trailer, only to be stopped as the voice of James ringed out to both of them. It was his usual little rant about how amazing the funnel cake, the man was clearly just an avid lover of the carnival confection. In reply to his offer of some of the funnel cake Vincent just replied, "Thanks, fo' the offer, buts I gots all the treat I needs right 'ere," as he held up his cigar and indicated towards with his free hand. Watching as Victoria opted to try some, Vincent just shook his head a little, he had never been big on sweets and the such. His cigar now completely gone, he reached into the breast pocket of his waist coat and pulled a silver case and opened it. Placing a new cigar in his mouth Vincent put the case back and pulled out a small book of matches from his pocket and proceeded to light it.
Enjoying his new 'treat' Vincent did not take notice of Victoria looking his way until she began to speak. Once she had finished speaking his face now held a grave expression. Taking one last inhale he removed the still quite fresh cigar from his mouth and snuffed it on his palm, ignoring the slight burn it caused. "119 years, yet I'm stills nots looking forward to it," he sighed quietly. Then looking at James he spoke, "Well Jimmy looks likes this is my last show with The Troupe. I's only gots six years ands I stills gots a lots I wants and gots to do." Walking forward Vincnet placed his cigar in Jimmy's pocket, "Don'ts gots time for dat one, gots to pack."
Turning on his heel Vincent began to head into his trailer.
Allowing himself to relax now, Vincent watched as Victoria headed into her trailer, only to be stopped as the voice of James ringed out to both of them. It was his usual little rant about how amazing the funnel cake, the man was clearly just an avid lover of the carnival confection. In reply to his offer of some of the funnel cake Vincent just replied, "Thanks, fo' the offer, buts I gots all the treat I needs right 'ere," as he held up his cigar and indicated towards with his free hand. Watching as Victoria opted to try some, Vincent just shook his head a little, he had never been big on sweets and the such. His cigar now completely gone, he reached into the breast pocket of his waist coat and pulled a silver case and opened it. Placing a new cigar in his mouth Vincent put the case back and pulled out a small book of matches from his pocket and proceeded to light it.
Enjoying his new 'treat' Vincent did not take notice of Victoria looking his way until she began to speak. Once she had finished speaking his face now held a grave expression. Taking one last inhale he removed the still quite fresh cigar from his mouth and snuffed it on his palm, ignoring the slight burn it caused. "119 years, yet I'm stills nots looking forward to it," he sighed quietly. Then looking at James he spoke, "Well Jimmy looks likes this is my last show with The Troupe. I's only gots six years ands I stills gots a lots I wants and gots to do." Walking forward Vincnet placed his cigar in Jimmy's pocket, "Don'ts gots time for dat one, gots to pack."
Turning on his heel Vincent began to head into his trailer.
Vincent stretched as he stepped out of his trailer, a light breezee blew across his face bringing with it the smells and sounds of the fair. Despite the familiarity of the atomsphere that accompanied all of these small shows, he doubted he could get used to it. The sounds and smells always felt alien to the former mobster, after all one grows accustomed to the smell and signs of the city. However, Vincent knew how to make things feel a bit more familiar, and it even benefited the Troupe. After all if he could drum some business up while enjoying himself a bit who could complain. Begining his normal pre-show routine Vincent set off towards the epicenter of the fair, a cigar in his mouth and a grin on his face.
Reaching the middle of the fair grounds, he paused. Taking a deep breath Vincent let the walls in his mind fall, effectively letting the flood of surface thoughts of the crowd come crashing down on him. Grimacing he shook his head slightly, he could never get used to that feeling. Taking the now spent cigar from his mouth he brought it to the heel of his shoe and ground it out against it. Now it was time for a little promoting.
Tapping on the shoulder of a passing man in a group of five Vincent began. " 'Scuse me sir, I was wonderin' if you would help me with a little demonstration if yous would?" The man started to nod, as a woman from the group stepped forward.
"Actually we were heading to grab dinner. Sorry. Come on Rick," the woman said.
The man paused for a moment and Vincent could hear him debating it in his head. Before the man could decline though Vincent spoke again, "Don't worries it'll only take a moment, then yous can be on yours way."
Looking at the his group of friends the man said, "C'mon guys it'll only be a minute."
"Ah, thanks," Vincent replied in a smooth voice. "Nows I must ask, Yous know about the magics show this evening?" The group of people nodded. "Wells I'm ones of the acts and I was hoping I coulds convince yous folks to help me warm up my act."
A few of the people looked at each other and shrugged, while the woman from before inquired, "What exactly do you do?"
"Allow me to demonstrate. Think o' somthin', now tells your friends what it is. Then I'll tell yous what its is." The woman nearly nodded and after moment turned to inform her friends quietly. When she turned back around Vincent cut her off before she could say she was ready. "Yous thinkin' of your ol' hideout from whens yous were all tots. The one no one else knows of."
Everyone in the groups eyes widened and their thoughts tumbled about, all of them flabbergasted that he could know something that only they know existed. Smirking slightly Vincent looked at Rick, the man he had stopped, "I thank yous for the praise, buts I'm nots that amazin'." To which the eyes widened even more, causing Vincent to chuckle and say, "Sos I take it yous are comin' to the show t'night? Goods and makes sure to informs yours friends." With that The Piper walked off towards the trailers to wait for the show, lighting a new cigar as he went on his way. He always felt that it did The Troupe some good to draw some attention before a performance.
Reaching the middle of the fair grounds, he paused. Taking a deep breath Vincent let the walls in his mind fall, effectively letting the flood of surface thoughts of the crowd come crashing down on him. Grimacing he shook his head slightly, he could never get used to that feeling. Taking the now spent cigar from his mouth he brought it to the heel of his shoe and ground it out against it. Now it was time for a little promoting.
Tapping on the shoulder of a passing man in a group of five Vincent began. " 'Scuse me sir, I was wonderin' if you would help me with a little demonstration if yous would?" The man started to nod, as a woman from the group stepped forward.
"Actually we were heading to grab dinner. Sorry. Come on Rick," the woman said.
The man paused for a moment and Vincent could hear him debating it in his head. Before the man could decline though Vincent spoke again, "Don't worries it'll only take a moment, then yous can be on yours way."
Looking at the his group of friends the man said, "C'mon guys it'll only be a minute."
"Ah, thanks," Vincent replied in a smooth voice. "Nows I must ask, Yous know about the magics show this evening?" The group of people nodded. "Wells I'm ones of the acts and I was hoping I coulds convince yous folks to help me warm up my act."
A few of the people looked at each other and shrugged, while the woman from before inquired, "What exactly do you do?"
"Allow me to demonstrate. Think o' somthin', now tells your friends what it is. Then I'll tell yous what its is." The woman nearly nodded and after moment turned to inform her friends quietly. When she turned back around Vincent cut her off before she could say she was ready. "Yous thinkin' of your ol' hideout from whens yous were all tots. The one no one else knows of."
Everyone in the groups eyes widened and their thoughts tumbled about, all of them flabbergasted that he could know something that only they know existed. Smirking slightly Vincent looked at Rick, the man he had stopped, "I thank yous for the praise, buts I'm nots that amazin'." To which the eyes widened even more, causing Vincent to chuckle and say, "Sos I take it yous are comin' to the show t'night? Goods and makes sure to informs yours friends." With that The Piper walked off towards the trailers to wait for the show, lighting a new cigar as he went on his way. He always felt that it did The Troupe some good to draw some attention before a performance.
Name: Vincent Williams
Stage Name: The Piper
Appearance:
Vincent has light brown hair, green eyes, is of a rather thin lanky build, reaching approximately 6'2. He tends to dress in a dark charcoal pin striped suit and is never seen without his his pocket watch and cigars.
Age: 119, appears to be in his mid to late twenties.
Personality: Vincent is generally quiet and reserved. While he comes off callous (watching people die can do that to you), he is rather gentlemanly. However, Vincent has been known to be rather vicious when angered. Angering him though is relatively hard to do, that is unless you screw him over somehow. When angered Vincent doesn't show it, if it just so happens that the person who angered him can't remember who they are oh well. The only sure way to escape his wrath is if he percieves you as part of his family, which the easiest way to find out is to piss him off and hope for the best.
Likes:
-Messing with people's heads
-a good joke
-silence
-gambling
-a nice relaxing drive
-high quality cigars
-learning people's dark secrets
Dislikes:
-snitches, liars, thiefs, (people who screw him over)
-nicknames
-having people call him Vinny
-being called sonny
-crappy cigars
-losing money
History: Vincent was born to a single mother of English descent in lower east New York City. Growing up in a neighborhood of Italian immigriants and their children Vincnet was often picked on and bullied for his heritage, which was made even easier due to his thin lanky build. However, never one to give up Vincent often tried to fight off his attackers, until he eventually realized, at the age of nine, that while he may not be able to defend himself, he could certainly find some kids who could. The next time that he was confronted by the children in his neighborhhood he was accompanied by several older children, whom he had bribed to work for him with a promise to let them keep whatever the bullies dropped. Needless to say after that Vincent wasn't bothered much, as he always had his entourage of lackeys to protect him. It was at this point that Vincent learned that with the right words he could make anyone do as he wanted.
As he aged Vincent realized he could get more and more from people with less and less actual benefit to them. At the age of seventeen Vincent started running books for a small branch of the Italian Mafia. After a few months though he was confronted by one of the made members (a full blood Italian member) he worked for. The member accused Vincent of trying to steal from them (which he in fact was). Vincent however, turned the tables on the made member and convinced the head of the family that it was in fact the made member who had been stealing. After essentialy sealing the man's fate, Vincent was given run over the rest of the bookies in the area and was invited to join in on the bi-weekly games of poker that the higher ups in the mob enjoyed. Slowly working his way up the chain through the mafia Vincent found himself in a posistion he couldn't get past. As the prohibition started he realized that even though he had spent the past eight years with the mafia he could climb no further because he was not a made member, rather only an associate. Refusing to give up though Vincent was resoundly astounded when he managed to some get the family to view as a full member.
With his new spot in the family came a new job, negotiating with other gangs. While many of his fellow made members often had their deals break down in violence Vincent never once had a deal go bad, in fact he always seemed to end up with a better deal than what was orginally agreed upon. Due to his ability to get anyyone to follow his commands he was given a nickname of "The Piper" by the family. It was during these dealings with other gangs that Vincent really began to pick up on his abilities. He had always realized he had a way with words, but he had soon realized that he was getting impressions and signals from the others around him. The more he concentrated upon the more he could derive from them, eventually after months of honing this skill he was able to pinpoint what it was. He could read surface level thoughts and had an ability to manipulate people with his words.
By the eighth year of the Prohibition Vincent found himself actually in control of an area of New York as a new head in a branch of the Italian Mafia. This posistion of his in the family did not last long though, as the man before him had left quite a mess behind. Shortly after he took over, the police were knocking on the door. After his men had failed to fight off the police, the police began to round up the ones still alive. Yet with a few words to one of the cops with his still quite new found powers he was on his way out the door, hands still free.
Instead of returning back to the mob though Vincnet decided to seek out more about his powers. Spending the next few decades learning more about mages, and committing the common con now and again for money, he found his way to The Troupe. Now he uses his power for his favorite purpose messing with people, and making money.
Stage Name: The Piper
Appearance:
Vincent has light brown hair, green eyes, is of a rather thin lanky build, reaching approximately 6'2. He tends to dress in a dark charcoal pin striped suit and is never seen without his his pocket watch and cigars.
Age: 119, appears to be in his mid to late twenties.
Personality: Vincent is generally quiet and reserved. While he comes off callous (watching people die can do that to you), he is rather gentlemanly. However, Vincent has been known to be rather vicious when angered. Angering him though is relatively hard to do, that is unless you screw him over somehow. When angered Vincent doesn't show it, if it just so happens that the person who angered him can't remember who they are oh well. The only sure way to escape his wrath is if he percieves you as part of his family, which the easiest way to find out is to piss him off and hope for the best.
Likes:
-Messing with people's heads
-a good joke
-silence
-gambling
-a nice relaxing drive
-high quality cigars
-learning people's dark secrets
Dislikes:
-snitches, liars, thiefs, (people who screw him over)
-nicknames
-having people call him Vinny
-being called sonny
-crappy cigars
-losing money
History: Vincent was born to a single mother of English descent in lower east New York City. Growing up in a neighborhood of Italian immigriants and their children Vincnet was often picked on and bullied for his heritage, which was made even easier due to his thin lanky build. However, never one to give up Vincent often tried to fight off his attackers, until he eventually realized, at the age of nine, that while he may not be able to defend himself, he could certainly find some kids who could. The next time that he was confronted by the children in his neighborhhood he was accompanied by several older children, whom he had bribed to work for him with a promise to let them keep whatever the bullies dropped. Needless to say after that Vincent wasn't bothered much, as he always had his entourage of lackeys to protect him. It was at this point that Vincent learned that with the right words he could make anyone do as he wanted.
As he aged Vincent realized he could get more and more from people with less and less actual benefit to them. At the age of seventeen Vincent started running books for a small branch of the Italian Mafia. After a few months though he was confronted by one of the made members (a full blood Italian member) he worked for. The member accused Vincent of trying to steal from them (which he in fact was). Vincent however, turned the tables on the made member and convinced the head of the family that it was in fact the made member who had been stealing. After essentialy sealing the man's fate, Vincent was given run over the rest of the bookies in the area and was invited to join in on the bi-weekly games of poker that the higher ups in the mob enjoyed. Slowly working his way up the chain through the mafia Vincent found himself in a posistion he couldn't get past. As the prohibition started he realized that even though he had spent the past eight years with the mafia he could climb no further because he was not a made member, rather only an associate. Refusing to give up though Vincent was resoundly astounded when he managed to some get the family to view as a full member.
With his new spot in the family came a new job, negotiating with other gangs. While many of his fellow made members often had their deals break down in violence Vincent never once had a deal go bad, in fact he always seemed to end up with a better deal than what was orginally agreed upon. Due to his ability to get anyyone to follow his commands he was given a nickname of "The Piper" by the family. It was during these dealings with other gangs that Vincent really began to pick up on his abilities. He had always realized he had a way with words, but he had soon realized that he was getting impressions and signals from the others around him. The more he concentrated upon the more he could derive from them, eventually after months of honing this skill he was able to pinpoint what it was. He could read surface level thoughts and had an ability to manipulate people with his words.
By the eighth year of the Prohibition Vincent found himself actually in control of an area of New York as a new head in a branch of the Italian Mafia. This posistion of his in the family did not last long though, as the man before him had left quite a mess behind. Shortly after he took over, the police were knocking on the door. After his men had failed to fight off the police, the police began to round up the ones still alive. Yet with a few words to one of the cops with his still quite new found powers he was on his way out the door, hands still free.
Instead of returning back to the mob though Vincnet decided to seek out more about his powers. Spending the next few decades learning more about mages, and committing the common con now and again for money, he found his way to The Troupe. Now he uses his power for his favorite purpose messing with people, and making money.
Hearing Petra's retort to his joke Søren just chuckled and smiled, remembering why they kept her around besides her amazing guitar skills. "You know Petra you may be right, after all I am irresistible," the bassist replied while striking a pose. Dropping the pose he continued, "However, I think you just might be trying to push your own fantasies on this topic."
Turning away from the sink after dropping his dish in it Søren started to head back to his room, pausing as Parker entered. With a nod after hearing of Matt's soon arrival, Søren continued on his way to gather his stuff.
Making sure to grab Nete and his extra clothes for after the show, along with his merch promotion kit, Søren headed out to the van with the rest of the band after they finished eating. The entirety of the ride to the studio for practice Søren held Nete in her case cuddled to his chest, and was whispering excitedly to her. His hands sometimes mimicking certain parts of the songs that they would play later. At other times his whispering would crescendo to a quiet whisper like yell, yet his words remained mangled and hurried as his excitement fueled them.
The moment that the band got into the studio though Søren's actions that probably made the others doubt his sanity dissapeared. His eyes now filled with determination, his whispered words to his bass replaced with a silence, and this time his hands were no longer just mimicking the songs; Søren was in performance mode. During the breaks though he was back to goofing off, and lazing about. The only thing that remained constant during this time was the large grin plastered upon his face.
Even at the end of practice Søren still had the smile plastered on his face. In fact he felt ecstatic and even though his jaw was sore from smiling he doubted he would be able to stop anytime soon. When Parker brought up the question of where to eat, Søren took a moment to think. "As far as food goes I don't care, as long as it is close to the venue, so we can still get there early and do some shameless self-promoting. But, yeah other than that I have no preference."
Turning away from the sink after dropping his dish in it Søren started to head back to his room, pausing as Parker entered. With a nod after hearing of Matt's soon arrival, Søren continued on his way to gather his stuff.
Making sure to grab Nete and his extra clothes for after the show, along with his merch promotion kit, Søren headed out to the van with the rest of the band after they finished eating. The entirety of the ride to the studio for practice Søren held Nete in her case cuddled to his chest, and was whispering excitedly to her. His hands sometimes mimicking certain parts of the songs that they would play later. At other times his whispering would crescendo to a quiet whisper like yell, yet his words remained mangled and hurried as his excitement fueled them.
The moment that the band got into the studio though Søren's actions that probably made the others doubt his sanity dissapeared. His eyes now filled with determination, his whispered words to his bass replaced with a silence, and this time his hands were no longer just mimicking the songs; Søren was in performance mode. During the breaks though he was back to goofing off, and lazing about. The only thing that remained constant during this time was the large grin plastered upon his face.
Even at the end of practice Søren still had the smile plastered on his face. In fact he felt ecstatic and even though his jaw was sore from smiling he doubted he would be able to stop anytime soon. When Parker brought up the question of where to eat, Søren took a moment to think. "As far as food goes I don't care, as long as it is close to the venue, so we can still get there early and do some shameless self-promoting. But, yeah other than that I have no preference."
Its cool.
Please do PM if a spot opens.
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Please do PM if a spot opens.
Thanks.
So, I know ERode is set on that second character, but I was wondering if I could get in on this.
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