Post by Vincent on Sept 28, 2006 2:26:25 GMT -5
Character's Name: Vincent Darkrose V.(unknown last name)
Character's Age: 30
Gender:male
Race/Class: shinobi(exile)/human
Character's History/Background(be as detailed as possible): During the samurai-shinobi wars, an intense battle was held upon a riverside area not far from a human settlement. The battle eventually ended, with heavy casualties on both sides. As a team of shinobi were about to return to their home village to report on the outcome, the medical ninja on the team discovered a baby among a line of human corpses which had unfortunately been caught up in the fighting. The medical officer, against the advice of her teamates to leave the child, took the baby boy with them in their return to the village. The woman's name was Shizune, and despite her neccessary role in the war, she adopted the baby as her son.
Years passed, and the baby became a young boy. Shizune, who thankfully survived the shinobi-samurai war, continued to nurture him and teach the boy, who was found with a nametag "Vincent Darkrose V.", the way of the ninja. Despite his racial difference, Vincent proved his body was somehow capable of drawing forth and manipulating chakra, and his talent allowed him to graduate from the Acadamy at the early age of 15. By the age of 17, Vincent had joined a team and was being sent on low level missions. He was considered a prodigy, and even the most traditional of shinobi could not deny his potential, and Vincent would never give them reason to.
When Vincent turned 18, he and his team were being sent on an assasination mission, top secret. This was the first A-class mission any of them had ever gone on, and they could not help but be exited. The only one with doubts was Yuya, the medical shinobi in their team. She and Vincent had already shared a few nights alone together, and were secretly lovers. Their target was a samurai who had managed to survive the wars. Rumor had it that the man was attempting to rally the remaining samurai and once more reclaim the land that the shinobi had won. There was also reason to believe he was behind the recent dissapearance of several shinobi teams over the past few months. Vincent's team arrived at the location the samurai was supposed to be(a small lodge located in the crossroads just outside of a forest) at and waited for their chance to strike.
After a few hours of waiting in the shadows, the man who appeared to be target entered the lodge, apparently alone. Vincent thought it to be suspicious, and thus signaled that he would wait behind while the others would move ahead. Lucretia was the only one who was reluctant, but still she followed his orders. A few minutes later, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the night, Naki had done the deed, the samurai's throat was slit. However, there was another yell, this time it was a collection of many, and the next thing Vincent heard chilled his very blood, Naki's voice yelling out in terror, "ITS A TRAP!" The samurai had been expecting an attack and thus hid themselves in the floorboards while a decoy dressed as the target entered the lodge. The sound of battle quickly drew Vincent from his hiding place into the lodge. The scene before him was one that burned itself into his memory forever.
Naki was dead, a katana sticking straight through his chest, his blood leaking out across the room. Yuya was doing her best to fend off her attackers, but she was fairing badly, as combat was not her specialty. The rest of Vincent's team was fighting with everything they had, though unfortunately, they were outnumbered ten to one. Vincent's crimson gaze shook as he took in the scene. But what really got to him was the smell. He could smell it....death, all around him, growing stronger by the second. It began to overpower him and the next thing he knew, he had fallen to his knees, his body paralyzed. His hands hit something wet when he fell, and the smell of death covered him suddenly. His crimson gaze looked down to see blood, that of Naki and a few of the samurai that had fallen already, staining his hands. It was then that he snapped....and thats when all hell broke loose.
A samurai had seen Vincent fall and was moving in to take advantage of his weakness. Raising his sword, he prepared to cut the shinobi down. His blade never reached its target. Shadows wrapped around the man, creeping up him like a black goo, enveloping him, muffling his scream as he was suffocated and crushed by the dark ooze. Vincent stood slowly, his eyes looking maniacal, a terrifying smirk upon his lips. He drew forth two kunai knives, moving further into the battle. While a samurai fought blade to blade against a teamate, he dug the sharp metal into the samurai, tearing apart flesh and causing blood to spray forth like a fountain. As the man fell, Vincent withdrew the knives, the smirk still upon his face. A yell was heard from behind him. A sword cut into his shoulder, a samurai smirking as he dug the blade further. The cut Vincent, still smirking, dissapeared in a cloud of powder, a log sticking to the blade. Appearing behind the confused samurai, the real Vincent struck, his knives digging into the man's back, piercing the armor and digging straight into his vitals.
Again and again, Vincent kept this calm massacre up, killing samurai after samurai, until none remained. The surviving members of his team, which consisted of Yuya and one other stood in slight awe and shock, having never seen him become so...brutal before. The other teamate, finally breaking from his daze, moved over to Vincent, placing a hand upon his shoulder, speaking a slow congratulations. The young man only got half of his sentence finished, interrupted with the sound of a sharpened blade being driven deep against the spinal cord in his neck. Vincent withdrew the knife as the widened-eyed shinobi fell, his blood painting Vincent's feet. Yuya gasped and yelled at her lover, asking why he would do such a horrible thing. The next thing she knew, he was upon her, holding the edge of a knife against her throat. Instead of showing fear, Yuya simply closed her eyes, speaking a soft apology. Vincent's blade cut straight through her, yet no blood spilled. Instead, a cloud of smoke announced that Vincent had merely cut through a fake. Vincent's eyes widened as he felt an enourmous pain shoot across his arm, Yuya's hand touching it, chakra flowing through it. It was a technique that could not only paralyze a limb, but if used severely, could even disable the appendage. It was as though a thousand tiny blades were cutting through his arm. The kunai knife dropped from it, and as Vincent slowly turned his gaze, he saw his arm covered in his own blood. He yelled in pain and, lashing out, he managed to break free of her grasp. Performing a one-handed jutsu, he enveloped her in the oozing shadows, much like his first victim. Yuya simply looked calmly at Vincent, tears running down her eyes. She knew this was the end, none had ever escaped this technique. She again apologized and looked at him right in the eyes. In the shinobi language, she spoke her last words, "I love you...", just before her body was crushed and life left it for good. When there was none left alive but Vincent, he left the lodge and found his way to a nearby stream. It was only after washing off the blood that he realized what he had just done. His yell of anguish and sorrow could be heard for miles that night....
...The next day, he returned to the village. He reported his team killed in the line of duty, and did not speak another word to anyone, not even his mother, afterwards. From that day on, he refused to go on any further missions, and for several weeks he locked himself in his room, denying any admission. It was on the seventh week that the leader of the village personally visited him. Vincent was sentenced to become an exile. The autopsies for the bodies at the samurai lodge were fully examined, the shinobi knew who had murdered whom.
And so, Vincent left the shinobi people. He took all of his belongings with him, including the necklace Yuya had once given to him and a special crossbow his mother had created for him(Cerberus). He held no regrets, he knew the reason he had been exiled and he knew he deserved it. His mother also knew this, yet she still weeped for him.
Vincent traveled the land for many a long month, remaining as quiet as ever. Anyone who tried to cross him(a few thieves and the occaisional drunken individual) would soon find themselves dead. It was in these experiences that Vincent learned about his terrible affliction, the bloodlust that drove him temporarily insane at the sight of blood. This realization only distanced him further from the rest of the world, and thus Vincent wandered the world alone for many a long year.
Years came and went, with Vincent remaining relatively unknown to history. Wars began to break out, and Vincent found it harder and harder to find himself at peace, even in secluded areas such as forests or grasslands. Constantly he found himself caught up in skirmishes, and it was inevitable that he would encounter blood in these battles. Whatever he got caught up in, if there was blood, there was a good chance that none lived to tell the tale.
Many times, Vincent considered removing his eyes, become blind in order to free himself from his terrible curse. Yet, something always stopped him, and each time he held a blade to his face, he could see Yuya in it's reflection, speaking her last words. And so, he continued to suffer. And so it is until this very day...
Character's Personality: He tries to be as antisocial as possible(though its not too difficult, as most avoid him anyways). He is often quite a deep thinker, thus he keeps quite until he has something on his mind that he wants to talk about. He has never known companionship since the death of his teamates and lover, and thus he is quite lonely, though he tries not to admit it. He wanders Vaenon without any real purpose in life, and one thing he does search for is a reason to exist.
Character's Appearance: Long, jet black hair, striking crimson red eyes, has an athletic build, though it is often covered by the dark red cloak he wears about him. The cloak is tattered around the edges, and when Vincent is on the move, the cloak almost appears to be a pair of wings. His right arm is covered in a golden gauntlet, the fingers shaped in the form of razor-sharp claws. Beneath the cloak he wears a black undershirt, tight-fitting pants, and metal-tipped boots. Upon his forehead he wears a bloodred headband. His complexion is quite pale, mostly due to lack of sunlight.
Anything special: He excells in kage jutsu, shadow magics. Not only can he make clones of himself, he can also trap enemies in his shadow, as well as attack a person's shadow to damage the actual person. These are only some of his tricks.
He also carries with him a triple-barreled crossbow, nicknamed Cerberus. The arrows are often tipped with various types of poison. The crossbow is held in a holster strapped to the belt around his waist. There is also hidden daggers throughout his clothing and boots.
Weaknesses/Strengths: At the sight of any sort of blood, he will often lose logical thought. In a sense, he is the complete opposite of a hemophiliac, instead of becoming frightened, he goes nearly berzerk. This is quite often a weakness, and also why he has kept himself distanced from others.
Character's Age: 30
Gender:male
Race/Class: shinobi(exile)/human
Character's History/Background(be as detailed as possible): During the samurai-shinobi wars, an intense battle was held upon a riverside area not far from a human settlement. The battle eventually ended, with heavy casualties on both sides. As a team of shinobi were about to return to their home village to report on the outcome, the medical ninja on the team discovered a baby among a line of human corpses which had unfortunately been caught up in the fighting. The medical officer, against the advice of her teamates to leave the child, took the baby boy with them in their return to the village. The woman's name was Shizune, and despite her neccessary role in the war, she adopted the baby as her son.
Years passed, and the baby became a young boy. Shizune, who thankfully survived the shinobi-samurai war, continued to nurture him and teach the boy, who was found with a nametag "Vincent Darkrose V.", the way of the ninja. Despite his racial difference, Vincent proved his body was somehow capable of drawing forth and manipulating chakra, and his talent allowed him to graduate from the Acadamy at the early age of 15. By the age of 17, Vincent had joined a team and was being sent on low level missions. He was considered a prodigy, and even the most traditional of shinobi could not deny his potential, and Vincent would never give them reason to.
When Vincent turned 18, he and his team were being sent on an assasination mission, top secret. This was the first A-class mission any of them had ever gone on, and they could not help but be exited. The only one with doubts was Yuya, the medical shinobi in their team. She and Vincent had already shared a few nights alone together, and were secretly lovers. Their target was a samurai who had managed to survive the wars. Rumor had it that the man was attempting to rally the remaining samurai and once more reclaim the land that the shinobi had won. There was also reason to believe he was behind the recent dissapearance of several shinobi teams over the past few months. Vincent's team arrived at the location the samurai was supposed to be(a small lodge located in the crossroads just outside of a forest) at and waited for their chance to strike.
After a few hours of waiting in the shadows, the man who appeared to be target entered the lodge, apparently alone. Vincent thought it to be suspicious, and thus signaled that he would wait behind while the others would move ahead. Lucretia was the only one who was reluctant, but still she followed his orders. A few minutes later, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the night, Naki had done the deed, the samurai's throat was slit. However, there was another yell, this time it was a collection of many, and the next thing Vincent heard chilled his very blood, Naki's voice yelling out in terror, "ITS A TRAP!" The samurai had been expecting an attack and thus hid themselves in the floorboards while a decoy dressed as the target entered the lodge. The sound of battle quickly drew Vincent from his hiding place into the lodge. The scene before him was one that burned itself into his memory forever.
Naki was dead, a katana sticking straight through his chest, his blood leaking out across the room. Yuya was doing her best to fend off her attackers, but she was fairing badly, as combat was not her specialty. The rest of Vincent's team was fighting with everything they had, though unfortunately, they were outnumbered ten to one. Vincent's crimson gaze shook as he took in the scene. But what really got to him was the smell. He could smell it....death, all around him, growing stronger by the second. It began to overpower him and the next thing he knew, he had fallen to his knees, his body paralyzed. His hands hit something wet when he fell, and the smell of death covered him suddenly. His crimson gaze looked down to see blood, that of Naki and a few of the samurai that had fallen already, staining his hands. It was then that he snapped....and thats when all hell broke loose.
A samurai had seen Vincent fall and was moving in to take advantage of his weakness. Raising his sword, he prepared to cut the shinobi down. His blade never reached its target. Shadows wrapped around the man, creeping up him like a black goo, enveloping him, muffling his scream as he was suffocated and crushed by the dark ooze. Vincent stood slowly, his eyes looking maniacal, a terrifying smirk upon his lips. He drew forth two kunai knives, moving further into the battle. While a samurai fought blade to blade against a teamate, he dug the sharp metal into the samurai, tearing apart flesh and causing blood to spray forth like a fountain. As the man fell, Vincent withdrew the knives, the smirk still upon his face. A yell was heard from behind him. A sword cut into his shoulder, a samurai smirking as he dug the blade further. The cut Vincent, still smirking, dissapeared in a cloud of powder, a log sticking to the blade. Appearing behind the confused samurai, the real Vincent struck, his knives digging into the man's back, piercing the armor and digging straight into his vitals.
Again and again, Vincent kept this calm massacre up, killing samurai after samurai, until none remained. The surviving members of his team, which consisted of Yuya and one other stood in slight awe and shock, having never seen him become so...brutal before. The other teamate, finally breaking from his daze, moved over to Vincent, placing a hand upon his shoulder, speaking a slow congratulations. The young man only got half of his sentence finished, interrupted with the sound of a sharpened blade being driven deep against the spinal cord in his neck. Vincent withdrew the knife as the widened-eyed shinobi fell, his blood painting Vincent's feet. Yuya gasped and yelled at her lover, asking why he would do such a horrible thing. The next thing she knew, he was upon her, holding the edge of a knife against her throat. Instead of showing fear, Yuya simply closed her eyes, speaking a soft apology. Vincent's blade cut straight through her, yet no blood spilled. Instead, a cloud of smoke announced that Vincent had merely cut through a fake. Vincent's eyes widened as he felt an enourmous pain shoot across his arm, Yuya's hand touching it, chakra flowing through it. It was a technique that could not only paralyze a limb, but if used severely, could even disable the appendage. It was as though a thousand tiny blades were cutting through his arm. The kunai knife dropped from it, and as Vincent slowly turned his gaze, he saw his arm covered in his own blood. He yelled in pain and, lashing out, he managed to break free of her grasp. Performing a one-handed jutsu, he enveloped her in the oozing shadows, much like his first victim. Yuya simply looked calmly at Vincent, tears running down her eyes. She knew this was the end, none had ever escaped this technique. She again apologized and looked at him right in the eyes. In the shinobi language, she spoke her last words, "I love you...", just before her body was crushed and life left it for good. When there was none left alive but Vincent, he left the lodge and found his way to a nearby stream. It was only after washing off the blood that he realized what he had just done. His yell of anguish and sorrow could be heard for miles that night....
...The next day, he returned to the village. He reported his team killed in the line of duty, and did not speak another word to anyone, not even his mother, afterwards. From that day on, he refused to go on any further missions, and for several weeks he locked himself in his room, denying any admission. It was on the seventh week that the leader of the village personally visited him. Vincent was sentenced to become an exile. The autopsies for the bodies at the samurai lodge were fully examined, the shinobi knew who had murdered whom.
And so, Vincent left the shinobi people. He took all of his belongings with him, including the necklace Yuya had once given to him and a special crossbow his mother had created for him(Cerberus). He held no regrets, he knew the reason he had been exiled and he knew he deserved it. His mother also knew this, yet she still weeped for him.
Vincent traveled the land for many a long month, remaining as quiet as ever. Anyone who tried to cross him(a few thieves and the occaisional drunken individual) would soon find themselves dead. It was in these experiences that Vincent learned about his terrible affliction, the bloodlust that drove him temporarily insane at the sight of blood. This realization only distanced him further from the rest of the world, and thus Vincent wandered the world alone for many a long year.
Years came and went, with Vincent remaining relatively unknown to history. Wars began to break out, and Vincent found it harder and harder to find himself at peace, even in secluded areas such as forests or grasslands. Constantly he found himself caught up in skirmishes, and it was inevitable that he would encounter blood in these battles. Whatever he got caught up in, if there was blood, there was a good chance that none lived to tell the tale.
Many times, Vincent considered removing his eyes, become blind in order to free himself from his terrible curse. Yet, something always stopped him, and each time he held a blade to his face, he could see Yuya in it's reflection, speaking her last words. And so, he continued to suffer. And so it is until this very day...
Character's Personality: He tries to be as antisocial as possible(though its not too difficult, as most avoid him anyways). He is often quite a deep thinker, thus he keeps quite until he has something on his mind that he wants to talk about. He has never known companionship since the death of his teamates and lover, and thus he is quite lonely, though he tries not to admit it. He wanders Vaenon without any real purpose in life, and one thing he does search for is a reason to exist.
Character's Appearance: Long, jet black hair, striking crimson red eyes, has an athletic build, though it is often covered by the dark red cloak he wears about him. The cloak is tattered around the edges, and when Vincent is on the move, the cloak almost appears to be a pair of wings. His right arm is covered in a golden gauntlet, the fingers shaped in the form of razor-sharp claws. Beneath the cloak he wears a black undershirt, tight-fitting pants, and metal-tipped boots. Upon his forehead he wears a bloodred headband. His complexion is quite pale, mostly due to lack of sunlight.
Anything special: He excells in kage jutsu, shadow magics. Not only can he make clones of himself, he can also trap enemies in his shadow, as well as attack a person's shadow to damage the actual person. These are only some of his tricks.
He also carries with him a triple-barreled crossbow, nicknamed Cerberus. The arrows are often tipped with various types of poison. The crossbow is held in a holster strapped to the belt around his waist. There is also hidden daggers throughout his clothing and boots.
Weaknesses/Strengths: At the sight of any sort of blood, he will often lose logical thought. In a sense, he is the complete opposite of a hemophiliac, instead of becoming frightened, he goes nearly berzerk. This is quite often a weakness, and also why he has kept himself distanced from others.