dramadramaduck Character: Nero
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Character Notes:
History:
Personality:
Nero is what would seem like the black sheep from all the others of Fortuna's church mates. He's quite emotional, and easily displays anger and frustration easily. He isn't one to form to a certain image and a matter of fact, is quite rebellious - not uncommon with 'heros' of the series.
Most important and most obviously, unlike the others - Nero is far from religious. He's seen late to ceremonies, as well as up and leaving during them. He shows little care for the words of Sanctus, and the legend and worshipping of the knight Sparda, whom his 'religion' revolves around.
Regardless, Nero is quote loyal to those he cares for, and goes completely out of his way to help protect them. Nero gives and does his all to save and protect Kyrie, the girl who possibly holds the most of his heart.
Other:
Nero seems to like hard music. Seen at the beginning of the game wearing headphones in church, you can hear the hard metal blasting from them.
A lot of Nero's moves resemble "gambling" phrases. Predominantly, poker.
Nero has a poker face.
Additional Links:
Nero on DMC wikia First Person (entry type):
[accidental voice]
Give me a break! As if this is the thing I need right now... Look, self proclaimed ducks; what gives? I'm looking at certain... sites, and next thing I know this shit won't get off my screen.
So what do I think? its some ad. But then I see all these 'entries'. Which is just great. its worse than an ad - its a damn mass Blog!
Get some help, is all I'm sayin'.
Third Person:
(Roads)
Fortuna City was vast with its buildings and its alleys. Open streets and fountains that little children often wished at. Their hands would curl and meet at their chest. Their faces smiling as they felt their wishes 'being made'.
He scoffed. The wishes were no doubt 'being made' by their false God. The one they worshipped more than anything. It was such bullshit. The lies and crap they feed into these kids heads. The way they mindlessly went down the 'road to salvation' because of their loyalty in some dead goon.
Screw this. Nero wasn't a babysitter, he wasn't a church-goer, and he wasn't like the others - he got this. He knew this. The others looked at him like he was the one that stuck out. A sort of.. albino black sheep. Arms crossed, headphones on -- hard rock blaring through to the outside. He didn't care.
So festivities were made of bullshit, and today was no exception. A finger easily flicked up the volume to his music, and he walked off, down a 'lone road'. Trouble spotting, he called it. You could never been too careful -- or too far from the goons.
His path was different. Nothing felt mainstream to him like it did to them. He was to them; just as unknown as their precious lord and savior. It was fine for him. The children were becoming a lost cause, and the adults were already gone. Some how there'd be his own break-through.
Or the forest cliff to plunge off, anyway. But that was just a chruch-nap dream away.