Post by codyiou on Feb 8, 2010 3:26:44 GMT -5
Vincent Lee DeRap
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::NAME::[/blockquote]
Cody
::AGE:
15
::GENDER::
Male
::RP EXPERIENCE::
1yr 2mnths
::CONTACTING YOU::
Aim: Undeadgost
YIM: CodyIoU@Rocketmail.com
or just Pm Me
::ACTIVITY::
Ill try to be as active as possible, and im in the eastern time zone
::THE PUPPETS::
No others.
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::ALIAS::
Vin. Vinie, Vince
::NAME::
Vincent Lee DeRap
::GENDER::
Male
::ORIENTATION::
Straight
::REAL AGE::
320
::PHYSICAL AGE::
20-22
::SPECIES::
Were_Bear
::SIRE::
Unknown
::RELIGIOUS AFFLIATION::
Anitu
::WEALTH::
lets just say enough.
::JOB::
Street Fights. Along with martial arts tournaments.
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::STRENGTHS::
1. Hand to hand combat.
2. Parkour
3. Stealth.
4. Brute power.
::SUMMARY::
Plain and simply Vincent is a fighter, and so with this his greatest talents come to play on the field. Hand to hand is his specialty from mixed martial arts to plain and simple street fighting he understands it all. But also he has smarts in which made him think about balance and the ability to move with grace, this is where parkour comes into play, having this skill is ever so useful in fights due to you are able to maneuver in any circumstance basically, giving even a tight space area a little more advantage to the person with such skill. But whats all this if you cant actually get near the person? Now stealth is Vincents second best trait. Years of training aided in this feat allowing him to moves around easily and undetected. Being able to surprise your prey is a rather handy tool in the battle field. Then finally what good is all the knowledge in the world for combat if you dont got the brawn to use it? This is were plain and simpl brute power comes into play. This being Vincents third best trait. Allowing him to actually back his combat skills up with the muscle needed.
::WEAKNESES::
1. Not the smartest individual.
2. Cocky
3. Bad temper.
::SUMMARY::
Lets all face it Vincent is a born fighter. After a while of getting knocked up side the head brain cells start to die off little by little. So as you could guess he is not going to be the brightest man on earth, not dumb no just not all their either. Then being a strong male and a male in general he is a bit on the cocky side. This in fact being rather bad because as the saying goes theirs always some one out their bigger then you. Well maybe not in his case but still their is going to be some one who can take him out one way or another one of these days. Then finally mix all this together with a hot little temper and you got a issue. Vincents biggest issue is he is overly hot headed and loves to fight over just about anything. Let alone when he is insulted or feels a though something is not going his own way then he really loses it. And being as big and strong as he is this is rather unsafe for people, And thus going to get him killed.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::HAIR:: Brown[/size]
::EYES::Blue
::HEIGHT:: 6ft9
::WEIGHT:: 198lbs
:MARKS::tattoo's and scars
::SKIN TONE:: Light tan.
::BODY TYPE:: Muscular, and toned.
::CLOTHES:: No mater what all he will be seen in is blue jeans, a muscle shirt and a pair of Nike's. This never changes for some reason though why bother when he does not get cold or anything.
::SUMMARY::
Vincent by no means is a small boy, that can be easily proved. Though he does not look super intimidating. Standing at Six Foot Six he has a rather good amount of height but or that his weight is not overly much being only at one hundred and ninety pounds. So he is rather small for his height, though he is very well toned and set for muscle. Which is caused from years of fighting and training. Also this causes scars and other mark on his body as well, but for the most part the only self made mark is a tattoo on his left upper arm. Which can always be seen.
As a person who cares very little for Fashion Vincent does not switch up a whole lot. So almost every time you see him he is in jeans and a muscle shirt. Though this can change for certain circumstances. Other then those though that is what he is normally dressed in. And dont forget Nike's he will refuse to wear any other shoes unless they are slippers or flip flops. And in those choices he will not care what brand.
Battling Personal Demons
Were Appearance
::EYE COLOR:: Blue[/size]
::PELT:: Black and brown, soft and well groomed.
::SIZE::
Height Standing: 10ft 7in
Height All fours: 6ft 4in
Length: 9ft 1in
::MARKS::
just scars.
Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::LIKES::[/size]
1.Fighting
2. Parties
3. Music
::DISLIKES::
1. Hunters
2. Losing
3. Being told what to do.
::FLAWS::
1. Bad temper
2. Violent
3. Agressive
::BLESSINGS::
1.Loyal
2. Trust worthy
3. Honest
::SUMMARY::
Lets see how this works out. Vincent is a fighter and that is how he makes his living ever since the beginning of his life he has enjoyed such sports that call for violence. And honestly what person does not love parties and loud music? Well Vincent sure loves them and that can easily be seen at most points when he is spotted.
Now every on has things that they just can not stand and well so does Vincent. His number one dislike of course being the hunters in which try to kill him day after day though could you blame him? Now his second is due to its been drilled into his head the lose is not an option and he always has to win. So of course losing is something he utterly can not accept. Finally their is Being told what to do. Honestly though who is going to tell some one who would rather rip your head off then listen to you speak what to do?
Now every one has things people hate about them then the things that they are loved for. Vincent unluckily is just all around not very well liked. He is aggressive violent uncaring rude mean ill tempered and plain and simply a ass. So really who would like him? Then their are the slight few things that draw people in to him as well. Trust worthy a trait he holds luckily he is always been that way though. Then loyalty and honesty who can not find those as good traits for any one period?
Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::FAMILY MEMBERS::[/size]
Real Parents Unknown.
Adopted Father : Leon DeRap
Adopted Mother : Sarah Derap
::BIRTHPLACE::
New York City
::CHILDHOOD::
Being Bullied.
Killing worst enemy at age nine.
Being raised by a soldier.
::TRANSFORMATION::
Attacked in a back ally to Harlem
::PREY::
what ever is around.
::MOON TIDINGS::
Luckily for me any time i wish i can change.
::TURNING OTHERS::
Scratch wont work the gene for were-bear's is passed by saliva through penetration. So mostly by being bitten would some one turn. The saliva caries the gene and needs to be placed into the blood stream.
::HISTORY::
The night was all but pure black, as clouds loomed high in the sky blacking out the mood and stars, and the night silence was broken as rain beat down on top of the roofs and thunder cracked the night sky. It was the worst storm of the decade so the town folk said. Nothing seemed to be going right. Though in one house the sounds of birth filled the halls, A woman screamed as she pushed with all her power to be sure the child was born. After hours of labor finally the young child was brought forth from the womb and saw its first view of earth.
A sad fact though was this tiny family of now three was not one to be kept together for long. As for only three days after birth Vincents parents where killed and the poor child was left for dead. But Vincent was strong and even as a infant he was meant to survive at any cost. One day after the murder of the child's family a man from near by came to visit and saw the horrid scene, but luckily he also found the poor child alone in the world and took the baby home.
Over the years the young male only in his late teen raised the baby as if he was the true father. But he was not prepared either for this and so once the baby reached the stage of infantile. He handed him over to a family who lived across the hall. It was a young soldier just home from war and a young newly wed wife who lived their and had taking in the small child.
Now as Vincent aged his new found father, also known as Leon Derap the second, trained Vincent little by little first with proper punches and kicks. He was a strange man but a great father. And once Vincent turned the age of five he enrolled Vincent into a private Aikido class. This as where the training started.
It was not for several years later that this training had ever been used out side of the do-jo. Vincent grew tired of being bullied in school, mostly by this Latino boy from the Bronx, He was told never to fight with his skills because he was a weapon. But like most children he did not listen and he was tired of the bullies pranks and other things, at first it was to be meant as a lesson but when Vincent became blood thirsty and enraged the beating didn't end. And at the age of nine Vincent made his first kill.
From that last day on Vincent spent his time locked away for the next eight years in a detention home. It was not bad but he also learned to fight better while he was their, and not the type of combat learned in schools. No this was street fighting. This was were he started fighting more and more learning all he could to be come better.
Once he was released his father figure picked him up and still continued to train the him, though now much more strict. He knew Vincent was special and had great talent and planned to use his adopted sons skills to make a profit. So once again Vincent trained in martial arts this time in three other's until mastered and he was at the age of twenty.
That when he had his first fight on his twenty first birthday. The fight was easy and the cash was shockingly great. It ended in three hits, the other fighter had no chance. And It was not like Vincent was just going to play fair either. He was it it to win and nothing more and nothing less.
Though one day when he was walking home from one of his street matches he was jumped by some guy wearing a trench coat and a odd top hat. Vincent did his best to fight back, but the man was shockingly over powering, and the next thing he knew the man was no longer a man but something much larger.
Infront of Vincent stood the largest bear he had ever seen. Of course he tried to fight it off, that was in his blood. But the fight was useless and He was knocked aside like a rag doll, leaving a large cut on the right side of his back where one of its claws grazed his flesh. The next thing Vincent remembered was being bit on the left shoulder and dragged down the ally.
When he awoke his body felt different and at first he could not understand his new feelings. He had no idea how he had lived and what was wrong with him. Luckily some one else did. His father Which shockingly was very bad and yet also very good.
The man explained to Vincent about every thing and even tried to help him control the change, but what he did not tell him was that he was a hunter. A person who tracked and killed creatures like Vincent was now. So over time he learned control and could change at some points in time, but it was pain full and he still barely understood any thing about it.
One night while he was hunting he killed three men, that was when he also was forced to kill Leon the one man in the world Vincent had any care for in his heart. Leon had herd of Vincents attacks and no longer could let it continue and so made an attempt to kill Vincent, But Vincent won the fight and left Leon mauled and bloody in the back ally of the suburbs.
Time passed and Vincent aged not a single bit. He was trapt in the body he had before his fateful attack. But the years flew by and he continued making money with his fights. This was also a great way for him to pass the year, and say nothing about controlling his own abilities. Soon he could change with little pain and in only a few seconds.
Now though present day has arrived and hunters have grown in number and he had more and more encounters with them. They are fearless and great in numbers and Vincent is far to stubborn to seek aid in keeping alive. So he still fights, though he lives in a nice home and hunts only when the urges strike.
Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::CODE WORD::[/size]
'the CATS pajamas'
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Finished
::RP EXAMPLE::Dante had been up all night still his mind wandered as he sat in a huge chair watching the fire flicker in his giant fire place, the house was empty for all life except himself and he hated it. The lonely feeling of having no one around started to filter through his body once more, and now more then ever it bothered him. Over his hundreds of years he had many encounters and yet still to this day he had never found any one in which he wished to allow into his home and to let be apart of his life.
Letting out a soft sigh he stood up and walked into the main hall and grabbed his coat throwing it over his back he headed out the door. He walked through the streets his eyes low to the ground as he let his mind wander. It was nothing new for him to wind up taking a late night walk and just like every night he knew where he was going to go, the local park a place where he could look to the sky and think about things.
He thought to himself maybe it was how picky he was or maybe those he had chooses and then was ditched by he was far to sweet for, maybe he was supposed to play his role in society. These idea's played through his head over and over as he tried to argue with himself about it, but he just was not sure. That was his other problem he blamed himself and never the other person.
As he made his way through the park he hummed silently until suddenly he caught the thoughts of some one, which was shocking for him since the park mostly was always empty, but not this time their was some one showing a slight fear of the place he could not catch everything but he did decipher a few of the thoughts. Making his way towards the being who they where coming from he could not help but smile a little, it was a girl one not from around here but had attempted to fool those here to believe she was.
Dropping his coat he let his wings unwrap from around his body as he took flight, making sure to be utterly silent and impossible to hear as he landed on top of the fountain and looked down at her, examining her every inch. She was small and delicate looking and had somethign about her that allured him, something he had not sensed before with any of the other girls in which he came across. Jumping down he landed softly behind her and placed his hands on the fountain one on each of her side's.
With a soft smile he used his telepathy to talk with her first before she even had a chance to speak. Using a soft and calming tone with her as he stood directly behind her his body only inches from her own.
"You know young lady some one as alluring as yourself should not be out here alone. Especially one of your status some one might take advantage of you or worse make you their property."
