[--1]
Taunt more as a lure but it's no use.
Knots tight my excite, I prepare the
MUN
Name/Nickname: Faye
Journal: “totalresult”
Email: bloodscornedfoe@yahoo.com
IMs (AIM/MSN/YIM): Aim: devil harlequin YIM: bloodscornedfoe
Timezone: Central Time
CHARACTER:
Name: Vergil
Age: 19-23
Series: Devil May Cry
Species: Half Demon
Gender: Male
Occupation: Mercenary
Point of canon to be drawn in: Devil May Cry three, before the incident in Mallet island but after the fall of Temen-ni-gru
Preferred level: Elysium.
Appearance: Always properly dressed, you will never find Vergil looking untidy. His regular attire revolves around a blue trench coat, a black vest, leather pants, and the silver hair of his brushed back. His combat boots are always finely polished and when certain circumstances comes into hand, he will not hesitate to dress in a formal suite. He stands past six feet, has incredibly pale skin and amazingly cold blue eyes. His physique is strong and mildly built and he also tends to have a bored look to him.
Personality: Born from a human mother and the Dark Knight Sparda, he is constantly in a battle with his own 'inner demon' making him tend to take the almost suicidal path in order to compensate for his birth: he needs to prove he is stronger then others. His rage is basically centered on his own twin brother Dante, whom he blames for the 'weakness' of his soul (being the human portion he tends to ignore.)He kills without mercy and only does what he deems beneficial to himself. Humans are worse then vermin, demons are cowards in his eyes- he considers himself superior to any creature in existence. Even through the pompous and intellectual airs he tends to carry about with him tend to blind him of certain truth's, there is always the traces of his own self pity and shame that keep him moody and upset. He doesn't talk much to others unless he finds it very important. He doesn't believe in simple things like teamwork or friendship or nothing as complicated as love or emotions since he tends to oppress any emotions because he considers them a 'human weakness'.
His relation with his twin brother Dante is a shaky one. Although he has continuously tried to murder him, there is always something there that stops him from applying the final blow. Even when Dante was at his mercy atop the Temen-ni-gru, he didn't finish the job. If anything, Dante gained his powers due to his hesitation. Vergil tends to close himself from all human emotions but just as Dante has a weak spot in his heart for his twin brother, so does Vergil. That is why he will haunt him to the ends of the world until he gains the strength to defeat him. Think of Dante's death as a type of liberation to his own personal discord. Every time he fails in doing so, he blames human weakness. The more he tries and fails, the more power he tries to gain that will untimely make him become completely consumed by the 'human greed' that only a half demon can have. It is that ironic.
When it comes to people, he will tend to stay silent or simply ignore others. If there is no personal gain in the situation then he thinks it is just a waste of his time. He also tends to find human to be either lazy and pathetically deceitful. Although he blames humans to hold greed, lust and desire as their main priorities, he tends to compare everyone to them. Living in hell for a while has made him anti-social.
Abilities:
History: Two-thousand years ago, the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda bestowed himself on the human world and called himself their savior. There was an all out war between humans and demons as the Demon Prince of the underworld was ambitiously trying to gain control over the human world. Humans were loosing terribly, finding themselves in the clutches of evil both through means of temptation and possession- they had no weapons that could create damage to the immortal... until Sparda came along.
Sparda was born and raised in the demon world and was a well known knight of the Demon King. He found the acts on the defenseless human to be unjust and cruel. He lifted his sword with great wrath and vowed war on the Demon King. No one believed he would defeat the monster and great brutality that created the immense strengths of the Prince of the Underworld. Years of fighting between the humans backed with Sparda and the endless legions of the underworld finally reached an end- Sparda was victorious. His victory led to the eternal damnation of every evil soul to the underworld and the supposed eternal captivity of the Demon King. He used his own blood and powers to seal the king once in for all ridding the human world of evil and destruction. Fearing his own strength's, Sparda sealed his own powers in the underworld and lived the rest of his life as a human ruling the very people he saved.
As years went on, he fell in love and married a human woman by the name of Eva. She bore him twins: Vergil and Dante. Both children held similar characteristics to that of their father along with his strengths. Both children had inherited in a balanced amount the power of Sparda, the power of he who had defeated the Demon King so many years ago. They lived in happiness yet a day came when the seal that kept the evil from the world no longer concealed the evil and broke. Sparda was destroyed along with his wife. The two children were separated.
Unlike Dante who had been lucky enough to have hidden from the clutches of the Demon Kings wrath, Vergil had been stolen to the underworld where he lived most of his life. He grew an anger and hatred towards the human race and demons who had both in turn ruined his life as a child. He ventured through the human world seeking power. He was an excellent swordsman so he could easily defeat any demon or human that got in his way. He entered the human world under the underground name of 'Gilver' and clothed himself in fancy tailored suits with bandages covering every portion of his skin. His main priority was to make his twin brothers life hell.
After a few tries of defeating his brother (through temen-ni-gru or simply physical confrontations) he finally paid the grandest price for his ambiguous pride. Vergil was defeated by the very Prince of Darkness that had destroyed his family long ago and became a puppet under his clutches.
False memories: Vergil was the only son born of his wealthy family. His father owned an important corporation while his mother was a stay-at-home house wife. He was a rather talented child, he learned to speak at a very young age, he learned to walk way before many other children but he was still somewhat lonely. His mother cared a lot for him along with many of the maids but he always wanted some type of fellow companion.
His father had high ambitions for his son and trained him early in the ways of business. He owned a escort service company. From hired men, to simple pleasures. Sometimes banks would hire from him for security purposes, and at a couple of times, some mercenaries would be picked up and used for a few under the surface tips. When he was old enough for school, his father hired tutors for Vergil, he was advanced in every subject imaginable. By the age of thirteen, he knew the ways of negotiation, he knew how to run a business and yet, all of this he did in the shelter of his home. For a young teenager, he had manners and morals. He never defied his parents and yet; in the deepest corners of his heart, he felt that his own parents were waning him down. He became rather curious of the outside world and vowed to someday leave the very walls of his home.
He was never sent to a boarding school, he never exactly met anyone apart from the other children of his fathers friends, and felt that he didn’t belong. All those years of education had simply kicked out the childish thoughts of home and peace and made him thirst for something else: freedom. To his parents, he was the perfect son. After a while, a lot of thinking made him a bit less sociable. His mother, afraid that perhaps the absence of having someone around of his age made her nervous it was problem. She could not have anymore children so she asked her husband for help. They loved their son and they felt very humble. They then searched for adopting a child. This is where Nero comes into Vergil’s life.
Complete opposites, Vergil was taken aback by his new adopted brother. He was a few years older then him when Nero first arrived and they simply looked strikingly similar. Vergil’s parents felt confident about the two children and just as they had perceived, the two hit it off. Vergil had never been exposed into the life Nero had taken. From an orphanage to foster homes, Vergil could have never imagined life to be so different. He had a grudge, and he understood that not everyone was rich enough but he wanted to see what everything was like. He became very fond of his little brother. This was the beginning of the best years of his life.
Vergil was now laughing when he had always had a stern face, he was now confident with people where he had always back away- he was living a dream. His brother Nero showed him everything he had been missing out on. He could now go about the city, his brother as his guide while Vergil taught Nero everything there was about society and how to cheat them. As years passed on, their brotherly bond grew and he promised to protect him no matter what. He even offered him VP in the company he would someday own.
In comparison to Vergil, Nero was still rather rebellious. The time Vergil could have gone to a public school was literally stamped out when Nero came back with a bruised eye. Their father shouted- he always seemed to shout at Nero. Most of the time, Vergil or his mother would try to buy some sense into their father but in the end both would loose- Nero was just too damn proud and stubborn.
A day finally came where Vergil’s perfect world was shred to pieces. There were no secrets between himself and Nero. A day came when his father, after some dispute with Nero, banished him from their home. Vergil had not been present for the confrontation. By the time he had arrived home his mother was crying, his father was blurting out obscenities and Nero was gone. Vergil was about to run after him, he would have given up everything to go with his brother but his father pulled him back. Once again he was left as the only child of the wealthy family- he had duties was what his father used to tell him. With a laden heart, Vergil stayed and never saw his brother again.
Now, a few years passed, his parents are both gone. He is in charge of his fathers corporation and yet, he really doesn’t care much for it. It still runs, it still makes the money, but only because of the memory of his father. He had never thought that as respectable as his parents seemed, his father was actually a black merchant. He wondered once in a while if his mother ever found out. He must have really loved them all for never showing his true colors. Vergil didn’t mind, he understood. The only way to be successful was to be cheat your way to the top. He still vows to find his brother some day. He even took an example of his brothers behavior and put it into ‘better use’. While he might be a respectable man in the daylight and public, at night he is a ruthless mercenary, killing off the competition or simply killing off the incompetent.
Sample journal posts:The thought of a surpassing death has never fully conceived itself in my mind. Such thoughts of defeat and oblivion seem almost unreal. Could there possibly be a being stronger then me; stronger than the devil himself? Of course not- rubbish! No mortal could ever surpass the skills of my blade, no being could surmount my potential when I fully embrace my heritage. Such thoughts of defeat do not exist in my world.
What has this world given me? I have ventured off through nights and days, rain or shine, heat and cold, and have found nothing that could validate itself as worthy. The search began but a few months ago. Perhaps the loneliness had been nagging at me all along that involuntarily took me on a wild goose chase searching for something I had never seen nor felt. Through my searches I found and perceived many of mankind's flaws. Such a pity. Their bodies are solely empty shells of nothing- they were once the slaves of demon lords... I was very much born in a wrong era.
From corruption to deceit, mankind showed its true colors. I couldn't even begin to understand why I bothered to walk in their land and breath their same air. My search led to nothing and I came to realize that the only true companion of a real man is his sword. Nothing more. I did not consider this small trip a waste; it gave me a new initiative. I must rid the world of the worthless and smite anyone who stands before me... even Dante...
Sample role-playing post:Just like being born again. It was a strange feeling to someone who had never exactly felt the tender caress of a breeze across his face- almost welcoming. This moment felt so intimate as if a piece of him was being connected to that of the outside world, he was leaving the sanctuary of his home and stepping foot into another world free for domination- then the devil opened his eyes.
A blanket of darkness surrounded him with a simple creaking of an old oak a few feet away making him feel as if all of this were a dream. His pale skin stung slightly, he had never felt so cold before. It felt awkward; although every inch of his being believed that leaving the underworld was his time to shine he couldn’t ignore the fact that half of his mind still wished that portal would have never closed, he wanted to go back to his home…
Somewhere in the distance a single owl broke into a calling as the half-demons icy blue eyes attentively looked about the surroundings feeling rather sheepishly. His boots crunched loudly with the brown leaves littered around his feet as he turned about and caught sight of the lonely grave stone eerily standing idly by slightly tilted to the side. He scrutinized it completely noticing its weathered surface through the dim light of the moon reading it’s inscription:
When the truth is surrounded by the veil of pure evil, only power can destroy the lies…
“Power…” The devil said under his breath as he stood up straight and brushed off his blue coat feeling as if he understood the en grave words- personifying it as a person. Vergil knew too well the importance of Power. Only power could avail truth and destroy lies. He was here now after years of waiting. Free. Rejuvenated. Hungry for revenge. His body was boiling with excitement now- he couldn’t believe that what he had dreamed of for so long would finally be his-
“World dominance.” He said truthfully as he began to walk away from the gravestone and onward down what seemed to be a graveyard. Vergil starred outward towards what seemed a stone pass and followed it curiously to what seemed like a busy road and onward he saw the tops and dazzling lights of a big city- he knew that his brother was there. With ambition he gripped his Katana boldly and began at a steady trot towards town his shadow disappearing a while leaving nothing but an ominous blue streak in the winds.
QUESTIONS/CONCERNS: I all ready spoke to the Nero Mun about the false memories! So it’s all good.
DID YOU READ THE RULES?: Why, yes I did.
Knots tight my excite, I prepare the
MUN
Name/Nickname: Faye
Journal: “totalresult”
Email: bloodscornedfoe@yahoo.com
IMs (AIM/MSN/YIM): Aim: devil harlequin YIM: bloodscornedfoe
Timezone: Central Time
CHARACTER:
Name: Vergil
Age: 19-23
Series: Devil May Cry
Species: Half Demon
Gender: Male
Occupation: Mercenary
Point of canon to be drawn in: Devil May Cry three, before the incident in Mallet island but after the fall of Temen-ni-gru
Preferred level: Elysium.
Appearance: Always properly dressed, you will never find Vergil looking untidy. His regular attire revolves around a blue trench coat, a black vest, leather pants, and the silver hair of his brushed back. His combat boots are always finely polished and when certain circumstances comes into hand, he will not hesitate to dress in a formal suite. He stands past six feet, has incredibly pale skin and amazingly cold blue eyes. His physique is strong and mildly built and he also tends to have a bored look to him.
Personality: Born from a human mother and the Dark Knight Sparda, he is constantly in a battle with his own 'inner demon' making him tend to take the almost suicidal path in order to compensate for his birth: he needs to prove he is stronger then others. His rage is basically centered on his own twin brother Dante, whom he blames for the 'weakness' of his soul (being the human portion he tends to ignore.)He kills without mercy and only does what he deems beneficial to himself. Humans are worse then vermin, demons are cowards in his eyes- he considers himself superior to any creature in existence. Even through the pompous and intellectual airs he tends to carry about with him tend to blind him of certain truth's, there is always the traces of his own self pity and shame that keep him moody and upset. He doesn't talk much to others unless he finds it very important. He doesn't believe in simple things like teamwork or friendship or nothing as complicated as love or emotions since he tends to oppress any emotions because he considers them a 'human weakness'.
His relation with his twin brother Dante is a shaky one. Although he has continuously tried to murder him, there is always something there that stops him from applying the final blow. Even when Dante was at his mercy atop the Temen-ni-gru, he didn't finish the job. If anything, Dante gained his powers due to his hesitation. Vergil tends to close himself from all human emotions but just as Dante has a weak spot in his heart for his twin brother, so does Vergil. That is why he will haunt him to the ends of the world until he gains the strength to defeat him. Think of Dante's death as a type of liberation to his own personal discord. Every time he fails in doing so, he blames human weakness. The more he tries and fails, the more power he tries to gain that will untimely make him become completely consumed by the 'human greed' that only a half demon can have. It is that ironic.
When it comes to people, he will tend to stay silent or simply ignore others. If there is no personal gain in the situation then he thinks it is just a waste of his time. He also tends to find human to be either lazy and pathetically deceitful. Although he blames humans to hold greed, lust and desire as their main priorities, he tends to compare everyone to them. Living in hell for a while has made him anti-social.
Abilities:
History: Two-thousand years ago, the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda bestowed himself on the human world and called himself their savior. There was an all out war between humans and demons as the Demon Prince of the underworld was ambitiously trying to gain control over the human world. Humans were loosing terribly, finding themselves in the clutches of evil both through means of temptation and possession- they had no weapons that could create damage to the immortal... until Sparda came along.
Sparda was born and raised in the demon world and was a well known knight of the Demon King. He found the acts on the defenseless human to be unjust and cruel. He lifted his sword with great wrath and vowed war on the Demon King. No one believed he would defeat the monster and great brutality that created the immense strengths of the Prince of the Underworld. Years of fighting between the humans backed with Sparda and the endless legions of the underworld finally reached an end- Sparda was victorious. His victory led to the eternal damnation of every evil soul to the underworld and the supposed eternal captivity of the Demon King. He used his own blood and powers to seal the king once in for all ridding the human world of evil and destruction. Fearing his own strength's, Sparda sealed his own powers in the underworld and lived the rest of his life as a human ruling the very people he saved.
As years went on, he fell in love and married a human woman by the name of Eva. She bore him twins: Vergil and Dante. Both children held similar characteristics to that of their father along with his strengths. Both children had inherited in a balanced amount the power of Sparda, the power of he who had defeated the Demon King so many years ago. They lived in happiness yet a day came when the seal that kept the evil from the world no longer concealed the evil and broke. Sparda was destroyed along with his wife. The two children were separated.
Unlike Dante who had been lucky enough to have hidden from the clutches of the Demon Kings wrath, Vergil had been stolen to the underworld where he lived most of his life. He grew an anger and hatred towards the human race and demons who had both in turn ruined his life as a child. He ventured through the human world seeking power. He was an excellent swordsman so he could easily defeat any demon or human that got in his way. He entered the human world under the underground name of 'Gilver' and clothed himself in fancy tailored suits with bandages covering every portion of his skin. His main priority was to make his twin brothers life hell.
After a few tries of defeating his brother (through temen-ni-gru or simply physical confrontations) he finally paid the grandest price for his ambiguous pride. Vergil was defeated by the very Prince of Darkness that had destroyed his family long ago and became a puppet under his clutches.
False memories: Vergil was the only son born of his wealthy family. His father owned an important corporation while his mother was a stay-at-home house wife. He was a rather talented child, he learned to speak at a very young age, he learned to walk way before many other children but he was still somewhat lonely. His mother cared a lot for him along with many of the maids but he always wanted some type of fellow companion.
His father had high ambitions for his son and trained him early in the ways of business. He owned a escort service company. From hired men, to simple pleasures. Sometimes banks would hire from him for security purposes, and at a couple of times, some mercenaries would be picked up and used for a few under the surface tips. When he was old enough for school, his father hired tutors for Vergil, he was advanced in every subject imaginable. By the age of thirteen, he knew the ways of negotiation, he knew how to run a business and yet, all of this he did in the shelter of his home. For a young teenager, he had manners and morals. He never defied his parents and yet; in the deepest corners of his heart, he felt that his own parents were waning him down. He became rather curious of the outside world and vowed to someday leave the very walls of his home.
He was never sent to a boarding school, he never exactly met anyone apart from the other children of his fathers friends, and felt that he didn’t belong. All those years of education had simply kicked out the childish thoughts of home and peace and made him thirst for something else: freedom. To his parents, he was the perfect son. After a while, a lot of thinking made him a bit less sociable. His mother, afraid that perhaps the absence of having someone around of his age made her nervous it was problem. She could not have anymore children so she asked her husband for help. They loved their son and they felt very humble. They then searched for adopting a child. This is where Nero comes into Vergil’s life.
Complete opposites, Vergil was taken aback by his new adopted brother. He was a few years older then him when Nero first arrived and they simply looked strikingly similar. Vergil’s parents felt confident about the two children and just as they had perceived, the two hit it off. Vergil had never been exposed into the life Nero had taken. From an orphanage to foster homes, Vergil could have never imagined life to be so different. He had a grudge, and he understood that not everyone was rich enough but he wanted to see what everything was like. He became very fond of his little brother. This was the beginning of the best years of his life.
Vergil was now laughing when he had always had a stern face, he was now confident with people where he had always back away- he was living a dream. His brother Nero showed him everything he had been missing out on. He could now go about the city, his brother as his guide while Vergil taught Nero everything there was about society and how to cheat them. As years passed on, their brotherly bond grew and he promised to protect him no matter what. He even offered him VP in the company he would someday own.
In comparison to Vergil, Nero was still rather rebellious. The time Vergil could have gone to a public school was literally stamped out when Nero came back with a bruised eye. Their father shouted- he always seemed to shout at Nero. Most of the time, Vergil or his mother would try to buy some sense into their father but in the end both would loose- Nero was just too damn proud and stubborn.
A day finally came where Vergil’s perfect world was shred to pieces. There were no secrets between himself and Nero. A day came when his father, after some dispute with Nero, banished him from their home. Vergil had not been present for the confrontation. By the time he had arrived home his mother was crying, his father was blurting out obscenities and Nero was gone. Vergil was about to run after him, he would have given up everything to go with his brother but his father pulled him back. Once again he was left as the only child of the wealthy family- he had duties was what his father used to tell him. With a laden heart, Vergil stayed and never saw his brother again.
Now, a few years passed, his parents are both gone. He is in charge of his fathers corporation and yet, he really doesn’t care much for it. It still runs, it still makes the money, but only because of the memory of his father. He had never thought that as respectable as his parents seemed, his father was actually a black merchant. He wondered once in a while if his mother ever found out. He must have really loved them all for never showing his true colors. Vergil didn’t mind, he understood. The only way to be successful was to be cheat your way to the top. He still vows to find his brother some day. He even took an example of his brothers behavior and put it into ‘better use’. While he might be a respectable man in the daylight and public, at night he is a ruthless mercenary, killing off the competition or simply killing off the incompetent.
Sample journal posts:The thought of a surpassing death has never fully conceived itself in my mind. Such thoughts of defeat and oblivion seem almost unreal. Could there possibly be a being stronger then me; stronger than the devil himself? Of course not- rubbish! No mortal could ever surpass the skills of my blade, no being could surmount my potential when I fully embrace my heritage. Such thoughts of defeat do not exist in my world.
What has this world given me? I have ventured off through nights and days, rain or shine, heat and cold, and have found nothing that could validate itself as worthy. The search began but a few months ago. Perhaps the loneliness had been nagging at me all along that involuntarily took me on a wild goose chase searching for something I had never seen nor felt. Through my searches I found and perceived many of mankind's flaws. Such a pity. Their bodies are solely empty shells of nothing- they were once the slaves of demon lords... I was very much born in a wrong era.
From corruption to deceit, mankind showed its true colors. I couldn't even begin to understand why I bothered to walk in their land and breath their same air. My search led to nothing and I came to realize that the only true companion of a real man is his sword. Nothing more. I did not consider this small trip a waste; it gave me a new initiative. I must rid the world of the worthless and smite anyone who stands before me... even Dante...
Sample role-playing post:Just like being born again. It was a strange feeling to someone who had never exactly felt the tender caress of a breeze across his face- almost welcoming. This moment felt so intimate as if a piece of him was being connected to that of the outside world, he was leaving the sanctuary of his home and stepping foot into another world free for domination- then the devil opened his eyes.
A blanket of darkness surrounded him with a simple creaking of an old oak a few feet away making him feel as if all of this were a dream. His pale skin stung slightly, he had never felt so cold before. It felt awkward; although every inch of his being believed that leaving the underworld was his time to shine he couldn’t ignore the fact that half of his mind still wished that portal would have never closed, he wanted to go back to his home…
Somewhere in the distance a single owl broke into a calling as the half-demons icy blue eyes attentively looked about the surroundings feeling rather sheepishly. His boots crunched loudly with the brown leaves littered around his feet as he turned about and caught sight of the lonely grave stone eerily standing idly by slightly tilted to the side. He scrutinized it completely noticing its weathered surface through the dim light of the moon reading it’s inscription:
When the truth is surrounded by the veil of pure evil, only power can destroy the lies…
“Power…” The devil said under his breath as he stood up straight and brushed off his blue coat feeling as if he understood the en grave words- personifying it as a person. Vergil knew too well the importance of Power. Only power could avail truth and destroy lies. He was here now after years of waiting. Free. Rejuvenated. Hungry for revenge. His body was boiling with excitement now- he couldn’t believe that what he had dreamed of for so long would finally be his-
“World dominance.” He said truthfully as he began to walk away from the gravestone and onward down what seemed to be a graveyard. Vergil starred outward towards what seemed a stone pass and followed it curiously to what seemed like a busy road and onward he saw the tops and dazzling lights of a big city- he knew that his brother was there. With ambition he gripped his Katana boldly and began at a steady trot towards town his shadow disappearing a while leaving nothing but an ominous blue streak in the winds.
QUESTIONS/CONCERNS: I all ready spoke to the Nero Mun about the false memories! So it’s all good.
DID YOU READ THE RULES?: Why, yes I did.