Post by Vash Zwingly on Jun 23, 2011 14:15:20 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R
~years ago when I was younger~
Name:Vash Zwingly
Age:Unknown (would appear to be in early 30s if human)
Fairy/Folk Tale/ Fable: Godfather Death- A Brother’s Grimm Tale
Role: Godfather Death
I kinda' liked a girl I knew
Physical Description/Biology:
Short in height (approximately 5’1.) With light reddish blonde hair that is slightly messy but other than that, almost pin straight. He has vibrant green eyes that have the appearance of glowing if he were to wear a hooded cloak. He usually holds the resemblance of a fresh zombie (very pasty and extremely tired looking) when not angered. He holds the appearance of being rather fit, but also having very dainty bone structure. He usually wears black pants with knee high black leather boots and a white dress shirt with suspenders. Over top wearing a loosely fitted black hooded cloak. He usually carries around a scythe or battle axe strapped to his back depending on his mood. And, of course he has a small revolver hiding in his cloak.
Where they reside: His Cottage which holds the door to the Underworld
Personality:
-He is very formal, and always loyal and true to his word, in his own twisted way.
-However, he has an extremely short temper. He has a certain hatred of most human beings because of their arrogance and attempts to trick him when he is merely trying to do his job and it only makes things more complicated.
-He has a tendency to lash out at those who don’t understand when he simply has to get things done and most of what he does isn’t his choice, but rather the natural order of things.
-Vash is also a rather solitary person, however, he does get lonely sometimes because his job seems to almost demand he is alone constantly, or others just run away in fright when they see him.
-He has a great passion for being outdoors and just over all nature.
-He is extremely stubborn and can be rather, ruthless at times if one attempts to change or manipulate his ideals, or views on things.
Occasionally, his anger can get out of hand and cause..disastrous outcomes for the human race, which he seems to be fond of using as a collective subject for taking his anger out on.
-He is also known for his love of games.
Any special traits or habits?:
-When he is frustrated he has a tendency to pace rather...audibly.
-Every dawn and dusk he will go for a walk in an old forest, to attempt to relax.
-No matter the circumstances, he always has his small revolver hidden up his right sleeve, both sleeves he conveniently made just longer than his finger tips so as to make it impossible to tell.
-When he is in a bad mood is the only time he will wear his hood up, in an attempt to keep people from bothering him.
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?: Vash would wish for, most likely to no longer being cursed with the task of taking people from life to death, because of it’s rather, depressing and somewhat lonely implications.
~she was mine and we were sweethearts~
Roleplay Sample: 150+ words, please!
Vash Left the house in a hurry, making himself invisible to all humans by a mere thought. How dare they, how dare they try to trick him like that.These...these people and their ways, they all try to fight off death, they all want to live forever, they want to curse all of their loved ones to forever walked the damned world that had come to be over the ages. These changes, regarded, and witnessed, painfully and slowly by Vash. Humans...why did they have to try to make themselves gods? They understood nothing, nothing at all, they don’t even listen when he tries to tell them. Why could he not just purge the world of them all right now, saving all of nature it’s sufferings.
Vash huffed as he slid his hood over his head a hastily made his way to the forest, slowing as he neared.
He regarded the forest and it’s organic and unnatural, twisted paths with a welcoming eye, he smiled to himself as he saw the deer prance by in the distance.
No human, no being could make such things, the randomness, the complete randomness and beauty of it all. Why would humans ever want to separate themselves from this? Nothing could be more than these forests, anything separate from this was lesser, lower existence.
Vash felt and heard the crunching of the leaves and twigs under his feet, and listened to the sound of the birds, the grasses, everything swaying in the wind too a fro. Humans hide behind walls they make for themselves from this nature, the only true inspiration that could be conceived of in their world that could make them something of a god. They hide from passion and beauty and inspiration out of fear. This was the one thing that would ever induce pity towards the human race in Vash.
He lowered his hood and lifted his head up slowly, closing his eyes against the wind, this was his happy place. Now only if he could taste the fresh air and simply breath.
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~that was then but then it's true~
Nickname:Pepper or Switzy usually, though any variation of them is okay.
Age:16
Contact Info:pe80249@hotmail.com or pe80249@yahoo.ca
~I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts
'cause I don't care if I lose my mind, I'm already cursed~
