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[Character IC Information]
Character Name and Series: VAVA from Megaman X
Name in Role Play: Same as above, only spelled as "Vava" and not "VAVA"
Race/Ethnicity: Werewolf/German
Age: 42
Gender: Male

Appearance:
One glance at Vava is usually enough to deter even the most headstrong of aggressors from bothering him. He is of an intimidating stature, clocking in at about 6'3", and his body is heavily built and muscled, though not in a crazy body-builder sense; it's more compact and distributed, focusing on power rather than speed. His skin tone might make one think that he could possibly be a vampire in how pale and somewhat pasty it is, and the deep black color of his hair only makes it even more prominent. His eyes are probably the most disturbing feature, being a deep blood-red. However, an extensive scar crosses over his left eye, starting from his brow and curving down inwards towards his nose, which not only pales the color of his left eye, but also makes his vision in that eye poor, almost blind. Some other scars that are worth mentioning are large scars along his stomach, chest and back, which he has gained from various fights with Hunters.

His expression is usually set in a neutral stare and he rarely smiles or frowns. The only time any form of emotion is ever seen on his face is when he is putting on a front before people he is studying or observing, hoping to keep himself inconspicuous. While in a heated fight, however, he can be jovial, grinning and laughing like a maniac. His body is riddled with scars, most of which he covers up neatly with the clothes he chooses to wear, which are mostly very conservative and reminiscent of the traditional wear of Allupato and surrounding areas. The most modern pair of clothing his owns is a pair of black leather boots that have a hidden holster on the inside of the right boot to hold his handgun. He also wears glasses to help make up for his vision problem, but he often forgets to wear them, as he is often in his were-form.

If his human form was intimidating, his were form is easily twice as much so. His height sky-rockets to 7'6" and his muscle structure is more easily seen. Due to the drastic change in stature, his back has developed a slight arch to it and he often appears hunched over while standing in this form. The most drastic scars that are over his body do not become covered with fur, making it easy to identify Vava if he ever happened to be a repeat offender in any given area. His face, hands and feet all take on the wolfish look to them, and his tail is also missing patches of fur from previous fights.

His animal form is that of a black wolf, though obviously much larger and more powerful than that of a typical wolf. His scars are still visible in this form, though with the smaller area and more condensed fur, some of them, such as the ones on his chest, are more covered than in his were form.

Personality:
Vava is two-faced. On the surface, he is reserved, calm, thoughtful and even kind, if the situation calls for it. But, this all a farce for his true self. Vava puts up this act for a very specific purpose and that purpose is to better approach his prey. Times have changed since Vava was young and it has become more and more difficult to single out the weakest of the herd, especially when that herd is so heavily protected by the likes of Chrysalis. He obviously cannot just charge into a crowd of people in the city and expect to be able to catch a meal without dire consequences. So, he will act as pleasant and polite as he can to those he does not know, trying to gather information, weaknesses and any other bits of facts that could make his kill all the more enjoyable and satisfying.

However, to those he does know and for whatever reason, has not killed or eaten, Vava is cold, spiteful, arrogant and sarcastic. He can even lose his temper and go berserk on these select few, perhaps a reason why he has not killed them yet, as there are so few that could actually get him riled. Vava doesn't like to acknowledge that someone could ever hold the upper hand to him as he is pretty convinced that he is the best there is at anything. He enjoys praise, though can live without it, and insults are mostly taken in stride or with a laugh; there's really not a whole lot that someone can say to him that can get his temper riled.

Vava's mental state is not exactly stable. He experiences drastic mood swings from time to time, offset by either hunger or frustration, or even fighting in general. Fights are usually the most common thing to set him off, as he can go from being utterly concentrated and cool to a raving lunatic.

He also is vaguely materialistic and possessive. Anything Vava owns is his and it is not open for discussion and nor will he share it. Though because Vava doesn't own much of value at the moment, this aspect of his personality often will leak into other situations, such as possession of his kill, or, if the situation called for it, members of his potential pack.

The long and short of it is this: Vava holds himself in extremely high-regard and there is no room for the weak in his ideal world. He will gladly off anyone who he deems as such without much hesitation.

Abilities/Weaponry:
Aside from his obvious heightened strength due to being a werewolf, Vava has a seemingly unlimited amount of stamina, which allows him to easily keep pushing himself forward in a fight without any real signs of fatigue. He also seems to lack any ability to feel when he is in pain, making trying to hurt him to get him to stop an attack a very useless gesture. Having to live alongside humans for years has made Vava try to integrate himself better into their lifestyles and habits and as a result, he has developed a knack for technology. He studies it obsessively and he has been able to teach himself quite a great deal about hacking and concealing information.

Vava is also able to put up a kind or accommodating facade in front of people he does not know. This may include, but is not limited to, offering some sort of assistance to someone in need, offering advice, listening to someone's problems, and so on. Most of this is done to either gather information or just add a little fun into his hunts.

As far as weapons, Vava only has one to speak of: a handgun that he conceals on his person at all times. However, Vava really doesn't have the gun for protection, as he usually leaves any fights he might have up to his were-form. The only real reason why Vava carries it around is because he loves the sound it makes when fired.

Weaknesses:
Vava seems to be indestructible and without any weaknesses, but this is hardly the case. His attitude towards just about everyone when he is not putting up a facade is downright horrendous, often times seeming to be instigating a fight with anyone he speaks to. The fact that he cannot feel pain, nor has the desire to ever run away from a fight also is a glaring weakness if Vava was to ever have a run-in with someone who ended up being stronger than he was.

His left eye is near-blind, making his left side a, well, blind-spot. He can't see things coming from that direction very well, and his depth perception in general is rather off. The glasses he wears while in human form don't make up for this problem very well, and seeing as he rarely wears them as it is, it doesn't make any difference either way.

Vava is very full of himself, so he rarely considers that somewhere out there, a person who is stronger than him exists. If he was ever to encounter this person, he would not be able to back down due to his ego, and that could very well lead to his undoing.

And, of course, as a were, he is repelled by silver in any form. The smallest amount of exposure will be enough to burn him very severely, though whether or not Vava will actually turn tail in a situation such as being attacked with silver is hard to tell.

History:
Vava was born in a forest in Germany to a pack of werewolves and spent the first half of his life living with them. As a member of the pack, Vava was always a bit rebellious and unwilling to spend much time alongside his younger siblings, irritated with how they clung to his mother, when he had matured so quickly. He spent a great deal of his time trailing behind the rest of the pack, thinking to himself about how to become stronger and possibly overthrow their alpha male, but even despite this, he still acted as a typical pack member. He was protective of the weaker members, no matter how annoying they were, and he respected his elders. If things had continued in this fashion, Vava might have ended up being a very different person entirely.

But, unfortunately, they hadn't. When Vava was about 20, his pack was found by a group of hunters. They all fought to protect the pack as a whole, and in doing such, the strongest of his fellow pack were killed easily. Vava was in shock for a great deal of the incident, but when things started to peak, he lost his self-control and left his post in protecting the weaker members and fought the hunters head-on, killing off most and frightening off the rest. The alpha of the pack was not pleased with his actions, even though he had destroyed the threat, and shunned Vava, leaving the young werewolf to fend for himself.

Though he wouldn't be helpless. Vava had gotten a taste of human blood and he was hooked, and as he traveled around Germany, he would seek out hapless humans that wandered around in the woods to devour. It wasn't long before he became a local legend around these towns, and the murmur of gossip would soon reach the ears of hunters once again.

Hunters would come into the woods where Vava made his home and they would challenge him, convinced that a lone werewolf would be useless against them, but these boastful hunters were often never seen again, at least in one piece. Vava devoured them all, leaving behind little "trinkets" to heavily traversed areas ( such as blood-soaked clothing or bits of body parts ), as if a warning to those who still wanted to fight him. But, even with these warnings, they still came and Vava still killed them, growing hungrier and hungrier as the days went on.

Eventually, Vava's cocky attitude almost became his end. Only one hunter had ever managed to come close to killing him and even though the stories about what had happened that night were dramatic and exciting, the actual event wasn't nearly as long. The hunter faced off against Vava without fear and when Vava lunged for his throat, the man slashed at Vava's left eye with a silver blade, permanently scarring him and damaging his vision. Stunned and shocked by the bold move, Vava was at a loss for what to do so instead he ran away, making the incident his first loss.

Vava was disgusted with himself and he made a vow that day to never run away from a fight, no matter how bad the odds were against him. He left Germany shortly afterward, leaving behind his failure and traveled in random directions for many years. He would continue to destroy and devour any human that came in his way, developing his techniques in covering his tracks as the years went on.

Eventually, Vava ended up in Italy, deciding to take up residence in the town of Allupato. He quickly melded into the human population, stealing clothing and whatever other means he could without being detected and he lives wherever he can, when he can, quietly gathering information on Chrysalis and the humans living there, waiting for the next chance to have a good meal.

Organization/Pack/Clan/Guild?: None as of yet. He might become interested in creating one after scoping out the other residents, but it's not likely.