Post by Stella on Feb 14, 2009 22:11:47 GMT -8
Name: Vesper
Gender: Male ("I'm single, ladies!")
Race: Homunculus [Sin: Lust]
Alignment: Neutral ("That's right! I swing both ways!")
Age: Appears to be 25 years old.
Appearance: Blond hair, long in the back, layered. Storm-gray eyes. Slender built and moderately tall. Ear piercings. Likes to wear tops that slip off his shoulder or exposes his neck [and usually in layers]. Has no preference for pants.("Because they'll come off anyways when we-*slapped*")
Personality: In short, Vesper is a desperate,desperate man.
He's quite pushy when you first meet him and if you show any sort of reluctance or willingness [depending on the context]. He can be cunning but he believes that honesty and directness is the way to go. He'll back off if he knows you're 100% sure that you don't want to shag him [or him to shag you]("I don't mind whichever, just somebody, SOMEBODY."). He's a whimsical, carefree person who cares only about achieving his number one aspiration in life:
To get laid.
He hasn't been successful thus far.
He also doesn't like inns.
Abilities:
Extreme bad luck when it comes to relationships [most specifically when it comes to the, uh, getting laid part].
Stupendous good fortune when it comes to other thing like surviving life-death situations and winning the lottery.
Possesses an astounding intuition for when people are...*cough* doing something he very much wants to do.
Can emit bursts of raw magic with random results often at very inconvenient times.
Possesses 'Kiss of Death' in which the victim passes out from asphyxiation.("Damn, I'm good!")
Family: None that is known.
History: Vesper was an accident during a faulty [and entirely inaccurate]'dark ritual' used for placing curses. Since then, he has wandered the world, shifting from persona to persona, trying to defy his bad luck and get laid. As previously stated, he's still unsuccessful.
Weapons:("My devastating smile-*punched*) Throwing weapons, just about anything he can pick up in the nearby vicinity and chuck.
Quote:"I'm not going to an inn! You want to know why? Because I just know there's going to be SOMEONE in that inn getting it on with someone else. And it's not going to be me. And I'll bet your undergarments, I'll get lodged next to them."
Gender: Male ("I'm single, ladies!")
Race: Homunculus [Sin: Lust]
Alignment: Neutral ("That's right! I swing both ways!")
Age: Appears to be 25 years old.
Appearance: Blond hair, long in the back, layered. Storm-gray eyes. Slender built and moderately tall. Ear piercings. Likes to wear tops that slip off his shoulder or exposes his neck [and usually in layers]. Has no preference for pants.("Because they'll come off anyways when we-*slapped*")
Personality: In short, Vesper is a desperate,desperate man.
He's quite pushy when you first meet him and if you show any sort of reluctance or willingness [depending on the context]. He can be cunning but he believes that honesty and directness is the way to go. He'll back off if he knows you're 100% sure that you don't want to shag him [or him to shag you]("I don't mind whichever, just somebody, SOMEBODY."). He's a whimsical, carefree person who cares only about achieving his number one aspiration in life:
To get laid.
He hasn't been successful thus far.
He also doesn't like inns.
Abilities:
Extreme bad luck when it comes to relationships [most specifically when it comes to the, uh, getting laid part].
Stupendous good fortune when it comes to other thing like surviving life-death situations and winning the lottery.
Possesses an astounding intuition for when people are...*cough* doing something he very much wants to do.
Can emit bursts of raw magic with random results often at very inconvenient times.
Possesses 'Kiss of Death' in which the victim passes out from asphyxiation.("Damn, I'm good!")
Family: None that is known.
History: Vesper was an accident during a faulty [and entirely inaccurate]'dark ritual' used for placing curses. Since then, he has wandered the world, shifting from persona to persona, trying to defy his bad luck and get laid. As previously stated, he's still unsuccessful.
Weapons:("My devastating smile-*punched*) Throwing weapons, just about anything he can pick up in the nearby vicinity and chuck.
Quote:"I'm not going to an inn! You want to know why? Because I just know there's going to be SOMEONE in that inn getting it on with someone else. And it's not going to be me. And I'll bet your undergarments, I'll get lodged next to them."
