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Player Name: Pattra
AIM/email/other Contact Info: calling cavalry
Player LJ: bhujerba@LJ
Character Name: Giovanni
Series: DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
Version: Manga.
Age: Unknown. Early to mid 20s sounds about right, though.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sporting a very unfashionable blonde bowl-cut that is continually mussed up by consistent battle, Giovanni also seems to have a strange fixation for hiding his eyes with horrendous bug-eye glasses. His choice of attire is prim and proper, with suits, collars, and ties fitting of a successful businessman--rather than the rabies-infected hitman that he is. He is tall, slender, and deceiving in every way--but perhaps the most important part of his state is the metal collar ingrained into his neck and down his spine. Flesh has grown, scabbed, and healed around it. In truth, this collar is the one giveaway of Giovanni's independence. The collar is the one reminder that, hey--Giovanni. Belongs to someone.
Personality: Every human has a set of redeeming qualities--but Giovanni is nothing but flaws. Endless, endless flaws. Endless mistakes, endless shortcomings, and endless failures. Giovanni is nothing.
He is a man who acts prim and proper--he is well-dressed, well-spoken, and keeps his tone of voice polite and his word-choice clean. But in the end? He is none of those things. He is a dirty mutt that suffers from a disgusting inferiority complex--a complex that tells him that, no matter what he does, he will never, ever touch the perfection that is Mother's favorite Haine Rammsteiner. The fact of the matter is that there is no person on this Earth--not even himself--that can convince him that he is anything other than a waste of time, money, resource, life, and blood--and knowing this is enough to drive him up the wall. But despite this, Giovanni is stubborn, ignorant, and above all selfish--selfish because, he does not know what he wants in life--but still, he wants everything. His mind is a maze of things that he wants and things that he cannot have--a jigsaw that not even Giovanni, in his most crazed and rational frames of mind--can sort out. He does not understand why he is most loyal to the people he hates, and most violent to the people he "loves"--but he does not feel the need to explain this to himself or anyone else on why that is.
He is a man who can only find pleasure in other people's confusion and downfalls. Though at the same time, he is man who can only find true ecstasy when he is pushed down, knowing that he can only jump back up to rip off a few more limbs. He's a loose cannon, and while stubborn, he is stubbornly unpredictable--and in a conversation, the shift between a "normative" young man to a relentless, crazed, pushed-over-the-edge-and-goddamn-insane canine is seamless. But amongst this collection of stunning and less stunning qualities, there is one thing we know that Giovanni will never disrupt: his loyalty to his superiors. And while he has mixed feelings to the woman he made him into the monster his is today, he still never refutes her orders--because something in him tells him, something in him knows--that if he is ever to touch Haine's perfection, he is going to need someone there to see it.
But to all those other saps in the world? A little mindfuck is not beyond his ability. And a few faces are nothing he is incapable of tearing off and throwing aside.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Giovanni, as a lab rat of the Cerberus Project, has similar abilities to the rest of his fucked up little family of science. His powers include ridiculously accelerated healing (only complete separation from his head will be enough to stop him), enhanced speed and agility, as well as a surprising amount of strength and an equally unsurprising lack of morals--all due to the wonderful effects of the project's experiments. Of course, if he is able, he'd rather not bother with his hands--guns are his weapon of choice, at that. After all, if there's no reason to dirty yourself--why roll around in the mud?
The height of a Cerberus lab rat's powers are guarded by a being that is the "inner dog." Under times of emotional strain, the dog's mentality takes over that of the user, and has a single purpose: to kill. Mercilessly, effortlessly, and without remorse. But over time, things have changed--especially with Giovanni.
And when we say "changed," we simply mean that the line between Giovanni and his canine has blurred ever so seamlessly.
So Giovanni's greatest strength--aside from the strength and the speed--is the insanity. The ability to toss morals out the window and execute without flaw--but in the end, the insanity is also his greatest weakness. Because the insanity is what convinces him that he will never succeed and never surpass--and his own mental barriers and beliefs are what drives him into the ground.
History: Before he even hit his preteens, Giovanni was one of many children who were taken away from the streets and from their homes to be experimented upon in the Cerberus Project--a project funded by an anonymous military faction and headed by the morally lackluster Professor Angelica Einstellsehn. The project's lab had its home far deeper in the Underground than anyone could be bothered to go, and the Project's aim was to genetically re-engineer children to become the perfect soldiers: men and women who could fight, bleed, and kill without fear, while being impossible to be killed all throughout. The Project was live-in--and once you were in, you did not get out. Every day, in the same old room and arena, Giovanni and the other children were made lab rats of the same old tests. Tests meaning the ones that see how fast you can jump onto monsters' backs and finish ripping out every single muscle and bone before they get to you.
So we move on to Giovanni, subject 68, who was never anything to write home about. He, like most of the other children, was one of those who were just to scared to let loose and kill--and being a part of the group with the infamous Haine and Lily, there was nothing he could really do to change that. Haine and Lily were idol subjects--they were passive, normal children one moment, and killing machines the next--and Giovanni could never rival their prowess. But one day, something in Haine's mind snapped--he simply could not live in the Underground for the rest of his life. So when it came down to choosing between freedom and killing every goddamn thing in the room they were kept in--well, Haine went in for the kill.
Giovanni survived Haine's rampage, but the rest of the subjects were not so lucky (or maybe Giovanni was the one with the shitty luck, here). And as he awoke, he was the last one left--the last outlet of Einstellsehn's watered down affections (because, of course, Haine was the favorite--and all the true love would be saved for him). As years passed, he became Einstellsehn's (and eventually Frueling's) lapdog. Running errands, doing kill jobs. Finding Haine and bringing him home. He was the number one bloodhound of the project (but only because he was the only one left)--and while he could tear any normal human or monster into shreds--he never. Never. Could touch Haine.
(And Einstellsehn and Freuling--they knew. They knew not to expect anything from a mutt like Giovanni.)
And it drove him mad--but, not that Giovanni noticed. Because with every passing day, as his rational thought deteriorates--he simply sharpens his teeth. And as his superiors plan to overtake the higher strata and the surface once more--Giovanni licks his lips.
And eventually, one day, upon invitation, Giovanni decided to head to the UW building. Maybe it was an off day, maybe it was curiosity--maybe he just needed a little space from the superiors. Maybe he was looking for his brother.
First Person Sample: Would you just look at this. This game that they're making for us seems to be quite the endeavor--but in the end, it looks like nothing more than another daily incovenience.
But I suppose that a bit of time away from home never hurt anyone, has it? A change in scenery, and all? Not to mention how I can't help but wonder over how the story intends to unfold. Ahaha.
Ah, Haine--my last, darling brother--how I wish you were here to watch.
Third Person Sample: Haine.
Haine Rammsteiner.
Haine was the perfect goddamn specimen. He was the one. He was the one that Mother loved most, the one that all the scientists would speak of--would look back on. He was the one that the scientists would think of and say, I can't believe he got away about. Haine was perfection. He was out there, somewhere, running throughout the city, free as a bird--or at least, a dog on a particularly long leash.
Meanwhile, Giovanni was walking oh-so-closer to home. His jacket was ragged, his shirt bloodied--bullet holes here, bullet holes there--it was no surprise that every man and woman who looked at him as he walked down the street shied away. Giovanni was nothing short of ripped to pieces. He and Haine had just fought--a brother to brother rough-housing, a once in a lifetime kind of feeling--and Giovanni had lost. Because as the fight dragged on and slowly drew to its close, he knew--he knew that Haine was perfect and he was not allowed to touch him (and of course. Giovanni was not yet ready to die).
His beautiful suit was stained, that day. He was covered in blood. But after a brief second thought, Giovanni began to realize--he began to realize that the blood was actually... a wonderful substance, really. It added... value to his attire. (After all, it was the blood of Giovanni and the blood of Haine Rammsteiner just mixed together.)
And the blood that was smeared across his face, across his chest--some of it--so much of it--was the blood of perfection.
So Giovanni wiped his cheek with his hand and then examined his fingertips. He felt the substance between his thumb and forefinger, biting his lip in sheer anticipation as he thought, What must I do to get blood like this?
(Because Giovanni was trash. Giovanni was nothing more to them than Subject 68, the B++ rejection rating, with spinal integration: incomplete. That was what they wrote in his first medical file. That was all there was to him. And still, that is all that he is: subject 68, B++ rejection rating, with an incomplete integration. Giovanni in three categories and less than ten words. He is nothing--absolutely nothing--but flaws flaws and more goddamn flaws.) Oh, what would he give to have blood like the kind on his fingers running through his veins.
The thought of it was (maddening) exhilarating.
But in the end, Giovanni had not brought Haine home like he had promised. Giovanni had lost the fight. And as he made his way into a phone booth, paid the fee, and waited for Freuling to pick up--he finally uttered, "I'm sorry. There are no excuses."
She said, "It's all right. We were not expecting much, anyway."
(And he cringed.)
Player Name: Pattra
AIM/email/other Contact Info: calling cavalry
Player LJ: bhujerba@LJ
Character Name: Giovanni
Series: DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
Version: Manga.
Age: Unknown. Early to mid 20s sounds about right, though.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sporting a very unfashionable blonde bowl-cut that is continually mussed up by consistent battle, Giovanni also seems to have a strange fixation for hiding his eyes with horrendous bug-eye glasses. His choice of attire is prim and proper, with suits, collars, and ties fitting of a successful businessman--rather than the rabies-infected hitman that he is. He is tall, slender, and deceiving in every way--but perhaps the most important part of his state is the metal collar ingrained into his neck and down his spine. Flesh has grown, scabbed, and healed around it. In truth, this collar is the one giveaway of Giovanni's independence. The collar is the one reminder that, hey--Giovanni. Belongs to someone.
Personality: Every human has a set of redeeming qualities--but Giovanni is nothing but flaws. Endless, endless flaws. Endless mistakes, endless shortcomings, and endless failures. Giovanni is nothing.
He is a man who acts prim and proper--he is well-dressed, well-spoken, and keeps his tone of voice polite and his word-choice clean. But in the end? He is none of those things. He is a dirty mutt that suffers from a disgusting inferiority complex--a complex that tells him that, no matter what he does, he will never, ever touch the perfection that is Mother's favorite Haine Rammsteiner. The fact of the matter is that there is no person on this Earth--not even himself--that can convince him that he is anything other than a waste of time, money, resource, life, and blood--and knowing this is enough to drive him up the wall. But despite this, Giovanni is stubborn, ignorant, and above all selfish--selfish because, he does not know what he wants in life--but still, he wants everything. His mind is a maze of things that he wants and things that he cannot have--a jigsaw that not even Giovanni, in his most crazed and rational frames of mind--can sort out. He does not understand why he is most loyal to the people he hates, and most violent to the people he "loves"--but he does not feel the need to explain this to himself or anyone else on why that is.
He is a man who can only find pleasure in other people's confusion and downfalls. Though at the same time, he is man who can only find true ecstasy when he is pushed down, knowing that he can only jump back up to rip off a few more limbs. He's a loose cannon, and while stubborn, he is stubbornly unpredictable--and in a conversation, the shift between a "normative" young man to a relentless, crazed, pushed-over-the-edge-and-goddamn-insane canine is seamless. But amongst this collection of stunning and less stunning qualities, there is one thing we know that Giovanni will never disrupt: his loyalty to his superiors. And while he has mixed feelings to the woman he made him into the monster his is today, he still never refutes her orders--because something in him tells him, something in him knows--that if he is ever to touch Haine's perfection, he is going to need someone there to see it.
But to all those other saps in the world? A little mindfuck is not beyond his ability. And a few faces are nothing he is incapable of tearing off and throwing aside.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Giovanni, as a lab rat of the Cerberus Project, has similar abilities to the rest of his fucked up little family of science. His powers include ridiculously accelerated healing (only complete separation from his head will be enough to stop him), enhanced speed and agility, as well as a surprising amount of strength and an equally unsurprising lack of morals--all due to the wonderful effects of the project's experiments. Of course, if he is able, he'd rather not bother with his hands--guns are his weapon of choice, at that. After all, if there's no reason to dirty yourself--why roll around in the mud?
The height of a Cerberus lab rat's powers are guarded by a being that is the "inner dog." Under times of emotional strain, the dog's mentality takes over that of the user, and has a single purpose: to kill. Mercilessly, effortlessly, and without remorse. But over time, things have changed--especially with Giovanni.
And when we say "changed," we simply mean that the line between Giovanni and his canine has blurred ever so seamlessly.
So Giovanni's greatest strength--aside from the strength and the speed--is the insanity. The ability to toss morals out the window and execute without flaw--but in the end, the insanity is also his greatest weakness. Because the insanity is what convinces him that he will never succeed and never surpass--and his own mental barriers and beliefs are what drives him into the ground.
History: Before he even hit his preteens, Giovanni was one of many children who were taken away from the streets and from their homes to be experimented upon in the Cerberus Project--a project funded by an anonymous military faction and headed by the morally lackluster Professor Angelica Einstellsehn. The project's lab had its home far deeper in the Underground than anyone could be bothered to go, and the Project's aim was to genetically re-engineer children to become the perfect soldiers: men and women who could fight, bleed, and kill without fear, while being impossible to be killed all throughout. The Project was live-in--and once you were in, you did not get out. Every day, in the same old room and arena, Giovanni and the other children were made lab rats of the same old tests. Tests meaning the ones that see how fast you can jump onto monsters' backs and finish ripping out every single muscle and bone before they get to you.
So we move on to Giovanni, subject 68, who was never anything to write home about. He, like most of the other children, was one of those who were just to scared to let loose and kill--and being a part of the group with the infamous Haine and Lily, there was nothing he could really do to change that. Haine and Lily were idol subjects--they were passive, normal children one moment, and killing machines the next--and Giovanni could never rival their prowess. But one day, something in Haine's mind snapped--he simply could not live in the Underground for the rest of his life. So when it came down to choosing between freedom and killing every goddamn thing in the room they were kept in--well, Haine went in for the kill.
Giovanni survived Haine's rampage, but the rest of the subjects were not so lucky (or maybe Giovanni was the one with the shitty luck, here). And as he awoke, he was the last one left--the last outlet of Einstellsehn's watered down affections (because, of course, Haine was the favorite--and all the true love would be saved for him). As years passed, he became Einstellsehn's (and eventually Frueling's) lapdog. Running errands, doing kill jobs. Finding Haine and bringing him home. He was the number one bloodhound of the project (but only because he was the only one left)--and while he could tear any normal human or monster into shreds--he never. Never. Could touch Haine.
(And Einstellsehn and Freuling--they knew. They knew not to expect anything from a mutt like Giovanni.)
And it drove him mad--but, not that Giovanni noticed. Because with every passing day, as his rational thought deteriorates--he simply sharpens his teeth. And as his superiors plan to overtake the higher strata and the surface once more--Giovanni licks his lips.
And eventually, one day, upon invitation, Giovanni decided to head to the UW building. Maybe it was an off day, maybe it was curiosity--maybe he just needed a little space from the superiors. Maybe he was looking for his brother.
First Person Sample: Would you just look at this. This game that they're making for us seems to be quite the endeavor--but in the end, it looks like nothing more than another daily incovenience.
But I suppose that a bit of time away from home never hurt anyone, has it? A change in scenery, and all? Not to mention how I can't help but wonder over how the story intends to unfold. Ahaha.
Ah, Haine--my last, darling brother--how I wish you were here to watch.
Third Person Sample: Haine.
Haine Rammsteiner.
Haine was the perfect goddamn specimen. He was the one. He was the one that Mother loved most, the one that all the scientists would speak of--would look back on. He was the one that the scientists would think of and say, I can't believe he got away about. Haine was perfection. He was out there, somewhere, running throughout the city, free as a bird--or at least, a dog on a particularly long leash.
Meanwhile, Giovanni was walking oh-so-closer to home. His jacket was ragged, his shirt bloodied--bullet holes here, bullet holes there--it was no surprise that every man and woman who looked at him as he walked down the street shied away. Giovanni was nothing short of ripped to pieces. He and Haine had just fought--a brother to brother rough-housing, a once in a lifetime kind of feeling--and Giovanni had lost. Because as the fight dragged on and slowly drew to its close, he knew--he knew that Haine was perfect and he was not allowed to touch him (and of course. Giovanni was not yet ready to die).
His beautiful suit was stained, that day. He was covered in blood. But after a brief second thought, Giovanni began to realize--he began to realize that the blood was actually... a wonderful substance, really. It added... value to his attire. (After all, it was the blood of Giovanni and the blood of Haine Rammsteiner just mixed together.)
And the blood that was smeared across his face, across his chest--some of it--so much of it--was the blood of perfection.
So Giovanni wiped his cheek with his hand and then examined his fingertips. He felt the substance between his thumb and forefinger, biting his lip in sheer anticipation as he thought, What must I do to get blood like this?
(Because Giovanni was trash. Giovanni was nothing more to them than Subject 68, the B++ rejection rating, with spinal integration: incomplete. That was what they wrote in his first medical file. That was all there was to him. And still, that is all that he is: subject 68, B++ rejection rating, with an incomplete integration. Giovanni in three categories and less than ten words. He is nothing--absolutely nothing--but flaws flaws and more goddamn flaws.) Oh, what would he give to have blood like the kind on his fingers running through his veins.
The thought of it was (maddening) exhilarating.
But in the end, Giovanni had not brought Haine home like he had promised. Giovanni had lost the fight. And as he made his way into a phone booth, paid the fee, and waited for Freuling to pick up--he finally uttered, "I'm sorry. There are no excuses."
She said, "It's all right. We were not expecting much, anyway."
(And he cringed.)