Post by Vega on Sept 28, 2010 8:52:08 GMT -5
Name: Vega Fabio La Cerda
Corporal appearance:
Personality:A noble upbringing has taught Vega the value of etiquette and charm, and he upholds this in both his speech and his poise, although not necessarily in his words. Suave and undeniably narcissistic, his favourite subject of conversation is none other than himself.
However, behind this mask of nonchalant charisma lies an arguably insane streak and a murderous soul. Anything that is deemed ugly is a pleasure to kill, and all the better if they actually pose a challenge to the obsessive psychopath. This has made him an ideal assassin, provided he continues to hold the traumas from his past dear to his frozen heart.
His interests are seldom outside the branch of his own selfish desires, however he enjoys the culture of his homeland, Spain, and has a strong passion for bullfighting, his favourite sport. Aside from this, he appreciates beauty in life, and can be a bit of a player when it comes to beautiful women. The remainder of his hobbies are focused upon himself and his own appearance. He is rumoured to spend at least an hour before going out on missions simply winding his hair into its usual braid, although he casually denies this, claiming half an hour, at the very most. He also his blond locks brown from time to time, and it is questionable which of the two shades is his natural colour.
His loyalty to the Shadaloo remains boundless, provided he finds the current task to be beneficial to him, or relevant to his interests. Whilst he considers most of his comrades to be repulsive in their appearance, the promise of a beautiful fight usually makes up for this. Strikingly honest when he comes to his somewhat shallow tastes, he won’t hesitate to tell anyone his opinions on them, believing himself extraordinarily generous to offer his critiques.
Chi Level: Eminence Level-Heralding
Fighting Skill Level: Connoisseur
Character RP Sample:
An eerie chill hung heavily in the air that night. The air was thick with moisture, its sweet scent evidence enough that a storm was fast approaching. A strange event, considering not a single cloud was wisped across the sky. The waxing moon seemed to be frowning indignantly upon the world tonight.
Vega could relate.
A final passive glance was offered toward the splendid mess he’d crafted tonight, as he shunned the last of the victim’s blood from his weapon with a flick of his wrist, spattering it like thick, clotted paint across the tiled pavement. A cold sneer given beneath the blank mask, the former matador continued on his way, scaling the side of a wall with a few well-placed jumps to escape over a higher route. Former matador? No… It was simply that the term had begun to sound a little too general for someone as exemplary as himself. Vega was of a much higher calibre than any mere matador, of course.
Tonight’s assassination was soon left behind a path of slanted rooftops and broken tiles. While he was well and truly content with his own performance in this bloodshed waltz, the rest of the event had been forgettable. Of late, he was striking down those far too under matched for his level of skill; a quick, easy kill was nowhere near as satisfying as a challenge. He hadn’t had a challenge for years. The sweet adrenaline kick he had gained from tearing that meagre nobody’s chest wide open like some narrow crimson geyser had already begun to die. There had been no desire to carve the man’s skin. No desire to split his face in two and free his skull from that bland prison he called a face. No desire to cleanse his skin in the stranger’s blood. Nothing. His pulse had cooled even before the first drops of rain splashed against his bare skin.
“So… Uninspiring,” he sighed, stopping at the edge of the outskirts to take in the dim view of this cityscape. The second he crouched himself down to sit, the heavens opened and washed the last traces of murder from his body. His clawless hand rose to lift the weighted, damp braid of his hair from his back and unlatch his mask, cupping it with tender care as it fell from his face. Tilting his head back, he offered a view of his face to that scowling moon, giving the rain a rare chance to appreciate the flawless sculpt of his face. “I must be patient, opportunity smiles toward me, not too far from here…”
Yes. The tournament was not far from now. While he held no interest in the contest itself—he didn’t believe in such frivolities, and didn’t need a title to know he was the most beautiful fighter in the world—it would bring about the inspiring challenge he as an artist was craving for. His lovely muse would feed once again upon the blood of the talented, and he would bathe in her resulted glory. His unbridled loyalty to the Shadaloo was a small price to pay.
But until the show began, he would frown like the moon.
Abilities of Canon:
Rolling Crystal Flash - Curling up, Vega propells himself forward in a rolling attack, then strikes with his claw hand.
Scarlet Terror - A backflip kick, also used to ward an opponant away at close range, something Vega prefers at a distance.
Sky High Claw - Leaping back toward the nearest wall or other structure, Vega pushes from it and glides quickly toward his opponent with his claw outstretched as an arial attack. This technique is able to break through any type of weaker energy (chi or elemental chi) attack, and makes a good counter.
Flying Barcelona Attack - Beginning in the same way as the Sky High Claw, it differs as Vega angles himself upside down at height over his opponent, slashing outwards with both hands. Again, this is able to break through weaker energy attacks.
Izuna Drop - This begins the same as the Flying Barcelona Attack, differing as Vega drifts close enough to his opponent to grab hold of them by the waist, and in leaning back to his feet, slams them head first into the ground. Obviously, the heavier the opponent, the less inclined he will be to attempt this technique.
Flying Barcelona Special->Rolling Izuna Drop - Similar to the regular Izuna drop, only with several repeated slamming drops. Again, he is unlikely to attempt this on heavier opponents.
Bloody High Claw - His most brutal known attack. Leaping off to the side of a wall, he performs several Sky High Claws in quick succession rising higher and higher each time until he runs out of platform, leaving his opponent rather shredded. A highly concentrated attack, this can break through any type of energy (chi or elemental chi) attack, and makes a good counter.
Splendid Claw- A slide kick to Scarlet Terror which launches the opponent high into the air, followed up by a brutal charged slash upon their decent. Possibly Vega's personal favorite move, given the splay of rose petals which rain out from seemingly nowhere after it is performed.
Aside from his usual move list, Vega also has his vanity as a variant of a power-up move—if his mask is broken or otherwise forced from his face, he becomes enraged, and the strength of his subsequent attacks doubles. A useful quirk of his, especially if his weapon has been dropped and he is reduced to clawing his opponent to death with his unnaturally sharpened fingernails.
His speed is also something of note. Vega is blindingly fast whether in a battle or outside of a battle, and it is his speed which gives most of his techniques their prowess.
Items held by canon: Mask, metal claw, infinite supply of roses.
Corporal appearance:
Personality:A noble upbringing has taught Vega the value of etiquette and charm, and he upholds this in both his speech and his poise, although not necessarily in his words. Suave and undeniably narcissistic, his favourite subject of conversation is none other than himself.
However, behind this mask of nonchalant charisma lies an arguably insane streak and a murderous soul. Anything that is deemed ugly is a pleasure to kill, and all the better if they actually pose a challenge to the obsessive psychopath. This has made him an ideal assassin, provided he continues to hold the traumas from his past dear to his frozen heart.
His interests are seldom outside the branch of his own selfish desires, however he enjoys the culture of his homeland, Spain, and has a strong passion for bullfighting, his favourite sport. Aside from this, he appreciates beauty in life, and can be a bit of a player when it comes to beautiful women. The remainder of his hobbies are focused upon himself and his own appearance. He is rumoured to spend at least an hour before going out on missions simply winding his hair into its usual braid, although he casually denies this, claiming half an hour, at the very most. He also his blond locks brown from time to time, and it is questionable which of the two shades is his natural colour.
His loyalty to the Shadaloo remains boundless, provided he finds the current task to be beneficial to him, or relevant to his interests. Whilst he considers most of his comrades to be repulsive in their appearance, the promise of a beautiful fight usually makes up for this. Strikingly honest when he comes to his somewhat shallow tastes, he won’t hesitate to tell anyone his opinions on them, believing himself extraordinarily generous to offer his critiques.
Chi Level: Eminence Level-Heralding
Fighting Skill Level: Connoisseur
Character RP Sample:
An eerie chill hung heavily in the air that night. The air was thick with moisture, its sweet scent evidence enough that a storm was fast approaching. A strange event, considering not a single cloud was wisped across the sky. The waxing moon seemed to be frowning indignantly upon the world tonight.
Vega could relate.
A final passive glance was offered toward the splendid mess he’d crafted tonight, as he shunned the last of the victim’s blood from his weapon with a flick of his wrist, spattering it like thick, clotted paint across the tiled pavement. A cold sneer given beneath the blank mask, the former matador continued on his way, scaling the side of a wall with a few well-placed jumps to escape over a higher route. Former matador? No… It was simply that the term had begun to sound a little too general for someone as exemplary as himself. Vega was of a much higher calibre than any mere matador, of course.
Tonight’s assassination was soon left behind a path of slanted rooftops and broken tiles. While he was well and truly content with his own performance in this bloodshed waltz, the rest of the event had been forgettable. Of late, he was striking down those far too under matched for his level of skill; a quick, easy kill was nowhere near as satisfying as a challenge. He hadn’t had a challenge for years. The sweet adrenaline kick he had gained from tearing that meagre nobody’s chest wide open like some narrow crimson geyser had already begun to die. There had been no desire to carve the man’s skin. No desire to split his face in two and free his skull from that bland prison he called a face. No desire to cleanse his skin in the stranger’s blood. Nothing. His pulse had cooled even before the first drops of rain splashed against his bare skin.
“So… Uninspiring,” he sighed, stopping at the edge of the outskirts to take in the dim view of this cityscape. The second he crouched himself down to sit, the heavens opened and washed the last traces of murder from his body. His clawless hand rose to lift the weighted, damp braid of his hair from his back and unlatch his mask, cupping it with tender care as it fell from his face. Tilting his head back, he offered a view of his face to that scowling moon, giving the rain a rare chance to appreciate the flawless sculpt of his face. “I must be patient, opportunity smiles toward me, not too far from here…”
Yes. The tournament was not far from now. While he held no interest in the contest itself—he didn’t believe in such frivolities, and didn’t need a title to know he was the most beautiful fighter in the world—it would bring about the inspiring challenge he as an artist was craving for. His lovely muse would feed once again upon the blood of the talented, and he would bathe in her resulted glory. His unbridled loyalty to the Shadaloo was a small price to pay.
But until the show began, he would frown like the moon.
Abilities of Canon:
Rolling Crystal Flash - Curling up, Vega propells himself forward in a rolling attack, then strikes with his claw hand.
Scarlet Terror - A backflip kick, also used to ward an opponant away at close range, something Vega prefers at a distance.
Sky High Claw - Leaping back toward the nearest wall or other structure, Vega pushes from it and glides quickly toward his opponent with his claw outstretched as an arial attack. This technique is able to break through any type of weaker energy (chi or elemental chi) attack, and makes a good counter.
Flying Barcelona Attack - Beginning in the same way as the Sky High Claw, it differs as Vega angles himself upside down at height over his opponent, slashing outwards with both hands. Again, this is able to break through weaker energy attacks.
Izuna Drop - This begins the same as the Flying Barcelona Attack, differing as Vega drifts close enough to his opponent to grab hold of them by the waist, and in leaning back to his feet, slams them head first into the ground. Obviously, the heavier the opponent, the less inclined he will be to attempt this technique.
Flying Barcelona Special->Rolling Izuna Drop - Similar to the regular Izuna drop, only with several repeated slamming drops. Again, he is unlikely to attempt this on heavier opponents.
Bloody High Claw - His most brutal known attack. Leaping off to the side of a wall, he performs several Sky High Claws in quick succession rising higher and higher each time until he runs out of platform, leaving his opponent rather shredded. A highly concentrated attack, this can break through any type of energy (chi or elemental chi) attack, and makes a good counter.
Splendid Claw- A slide kick to Scarlet Terror which launches the opponent high into the air, followed up by a brutal charged slash upon their decent. Possibly Vega's personal favorite move, given the splay of rose petals which rain out from seemingly nowhere after it is performed.
Aside from his usual move list, Vega also has his vanity as a variant of a power-up move—if his mask is broken or otherwise forced from his face, he becomes enraged, and the strength of his subsequent attacks doubles. A useful quirk of his, especially if his weapon has been dropped and he is reduced to clawing his opponent to death with his unnaturally sharpened fingernails.
His speed is also something of note. Vega is blindingly fast whether in a battle or outside of a battle, and it is his speed which gives most of his techniques their prowess.
Items held by canon: Mask, metal claw, infinite supply of roses.
