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Mun Information
Nickname: Aki
Main LJ Account: jaki_ryuujin
AIM: GinryuKnight
Other Messenger Info (list below in bullet form):
Other Characters:
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Basic Character Info
Character's LJ Username: looking at it
Name: Eligiusz "Sin" Gottschalk
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Nationality: Polish
Mafia Family: Varia
Generation: Ninth
Main Flame Attribute: Storm
Secondary Flame Attribute/s: None
Weapon of Choice: Hand-to-Hand combat.
Secondary Weapon: He can fight with pretty much anything... but he doesn't. He just won't, no matter what.
Special Abilities: Sin doesn't appear to use his flame whatsoever as he has no ring or weapon. However, unknown to all including himself, his flame emerges when he fights by surrounding and protecting his body. The degeneration attribute of the flame encases him in a protective barrier, and while an enemy can make contact with him, the attack is weakened by the flame and also deals back some damage. Naturally, this also hurts Sin and is shortening his lifespan, but he hardly cares. The second effect of his flame is that when his punches or kicks connect with another, the effect is shot into his opponents' body depending on how critical a hit and how much force was put into it. This can cause internal rupture with enough hits much more quickly than normal blows would.
Appearance:
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In-Depth Character Info
Personality: In essence, Sin is the "Bel" of the group. He's apathetic and uncaring towards his fellow assassins and couldn't give a damn if they kicked the bucket tomorrow, in front of him and splattered them with his blood. Hell, he might even be the doer of the deed. The only difference is that he's just a weeee bit more mature about it, and doesn't need to see his own blood to go insane. He already is.
Violent, uncaring and with the bark to back up the bite, Sin is a master of killing and has a passion for the art of it. His kills are always stealthy, unnoticed but bloody fucking violent. The stuff of nightmares. If he had the time, he would probably roll in the blood and intestines of his enemies like a happy puppy. Sadly, he can't so he just laughs and leaves, killing anyone who would get in his way.
All other times he's fairly calm and smiley faced, though you'll always know something's wrong with the nutter.
As for quirks? He's addicted to nicotine. If he doesn't get his hourly smoke, he gets cranky. Push that past four hours and he gets really, really violent. Past a full twenty-four hours? He's a berserker and can't be stopped until dead or he's got his smokes.
He also hates spiders.
History: Born the elder twin brother of Ushriya Gottschalk, Sin was your average apple cheeked child who led an idyllic life of wholesome happiness. He loved his parents, hated his veggies, played with the other kids and was on the overall growing up to be your loveable, if not scampish, hero.
Then came the Nazis.
For four years Sin watched his parents grow increasingly agitated and fearful, watched them struggle to survive by hiding. Being a child, he did not understand why they couldn't fight back, why they wouldn't just stand up to the strange men with guns and uniforms. When he said as much to his parents, they rebuked him and told him to do nothing that would draw attention to his family. And though he listened to his parents' insistence to never cause trouble, he grew to resent them fiercely for not allowing him to stand up for his own human rights.
At the age of fifteen when their family was finally moved into a concentration camp, Sin grew close to a breaking point. With his family slowly beginning to die off one by one, Sin himself drew away from his remaining brother and father, inwardly blaming them for not letting him prevent this. The work was harsh, the guards cruel and the days endless. Finally, after spending two years in that damned place of death and oppression, Sin snapped completely. One night when he should have been asleep with the other prisoners, he crept out of his bunk armed with nothing but the broken handle of a shovel and killed a dozen men to escape. How he did it without getting killed himself is a bit of mystery. The only thing Sin remembers after creeping out of his bed was coming to in a stolen vehicle with the wooden handle dug into the skull of the former owner and driving steadily down a highway.
The following years followed in a similar manner, he wandered Europe in the backs of trucks or by hitch-hiking on trains as he sought to leave all of that garbage behind him. When he was hungry or needed money, he stole it. If any chased or interfered with him, Sin would simply close his eyes and allow the darkness within to consume him. When he awoke, he would always be alone again and covered in enough blood to fill a bathtub. The only thing that kept him from being caught was that he left no one alive to tell the tale. All who came after him met a blood end, no camera could seem to catch him on tape. With nobody who knew what he looked like and him always on the move, he was the impossible ghost that kept slipping through their fingers. It also didn't help that he never killed in the same way.
When an organization finally caught up to him, it was not the police force, but the Varia. They had been tracking his movements for some time and had decided to recruit him for his brutal efficiency in dispatching of his opponents. When they sent out a squad to make the offer, they found them a week later completely trashed with what appeared to be a set of furniture. A similar attempt ended in the same way (though with bedsheets this time) until Tyr himself stepped in front of Sin. Though Sin tried to attack him with the furious demon that had killed so many, he was untrained and basically unconcious. He didn't stand a chance and Tyr subdued him with ease. When Sin came to, it was with a silver blade gleaming at his neck and a smirking Sword Emperior looking down upon him.
Despite his humiliating defeat, he was told he was a natural fighter, someone who had been born with the instinct and ability to kill. From there, Tyr offered him a deal he could not refuse. People to kill, training to access the murderer within and keep his consciousness and better yet, a purpose. Till now, Sin had only been killing to survive and keep from being caught as he had sworn to never sit in another cage again. Working for the Varia, Tyr promised a path would open up for the serial killer of his own choosing. Naturally, Sin agreed.
Renamed and having forgotten almost everything of his past, he was trained by the best of the best, picking his fighting style from among hundreds of opportunities. A martial artist by right, Sin has visited every known master of every know style and then some and studied under them before ultimately killing them, much like the man who would kill Tyr.
He's been working in this squad for some time now, keeping away from the main (Vongola) family because they don't interest him. As far he's concerned, unless his next target is Timoteo, he can't be bothered to give a fuck and eagerly awaits his next target.
Canon Point: Eating a hot-pocket?
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Samples
LJ-Style Sample: [Fingers twirl the pencil idly about between his fingers, moving it this way and that as if it truly entertains him. Then, Sin leans back in his chair, rocking on the hind legs and flips it into the air. It spins in a rotating circle, arcing over the assassin's body before coming back down as gravity dictates it. Sin shifts the chair a little more, muddying up someone's desk with his boots as he does this and catches the writing utensil with his teeth, eraser first. He shifts again, pushing back a little more until he begins to tip back to the point of no return.
And just before he smacks the ground, he spits the pencil out of his mouth with an uncanny force before his head thumps against the cold floor unforgivably. When the stars clear out of his vision, Sin looks up at the pencil embedded into the ceiling and smirks in satisfaction as it perfects the image of a naked woman created by similarly thrown pencils.]
Hey beautiful~
Third Person Sample:
He kicked it.
It yelped and scampered away into a corner.
He followed, and kicked it again.
It yelped and tried to bite him.
He dodged, and kicked it again.
"... sir. What are you doing?" One of the no-name grunts asked him warily, aware he was dealing with a loose canon here. Sin looked down at the cowering, shivering dust-mop that might be called a dog boredly and frowned.
"Teaching." He kicked it again. It yelped and dropped. Now openly scowling, Sin nudged the useless thing with the toe of his boot and ignored the quasi-horrified stare of the minion. Sinking the hard tip of his boot into the animal's side, he eyed those pained black eyes that stared up at him with fear and brainless terror and scowled sharply, showing a slip of fang. About to write the damn thing off as useless, he drew his boot back one final time and prepared to kick it through a damn wall until it splattered into a bloody mess.
Immediately the small thing leapt forward and sank its fangs into the skin only protected by his slacks and not the firm leather of his boot. Though it growled viciously and broke through his skin to the blood, Sin simply smirked.
"Good boy."
Nickname: Aki
Main LJ Account: jaki_ryuujin
AIM: GinryuKnight
Other Messenger Info (list below in bullet form):
- MSN :: akkiko_tenshi[at]hotmail.com
- YIM :: Acilyone
Other Characters:
- Arcangelo [vongola_secondo ] - Second Generation Don
- Luke Fillipio/Lucio Cavallone [solitarycloud ] - Fifth Generation Cloud
- Adrian Vanni [hiddenbyhate ] - Eighth Generation Mist
- Song Zilong [primos_nuvola ] - First Generation Cloud
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Basic Character Info
Character's LJ Username: looking at it
Name: Eligiusz "Sin" Gottschalk
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Nationality: Polish
Mafia Family: Varia
Generation: Ninth
Main Flame Attribute: Storm
Secondary Flame Attribute/s: None
Weapon of Choice: Hand-to-Hand combat.
Secondary Weapon: He can fight with pretty much anything... but he doesn't. He just won't, no matter what.
Special Abilities: Sin doesn't appear to use his flame whatsoever as he has no ring or weapon. However, unknown to all including himself, his flame emerges when he fights by surrounding and protecting his body. The degeneration attribute of the flame encases him in a protective barrier, and while an enemy can make contact with him, the attack is weakened by the flame and also deals back some damage. Naturally, this also hurts Sin and is shortening his lifespan, but he hardly cares. The second effect of his flame is that when his punches or kicks connect with another, the effect is shot into his opponents' body depending on how critical a hit and how much force was put into it. This can cause internal rupture with enough hits much more quickly than normal blows would.
Appearance:
- Short black hair with one small, thin ponytail for vanity.
- Poisonous green eyes.
- 5'8" in height.
- An intricate phoenix tattoo on his inner forearm. If by some miracle you get close enough (and enough time) to look, you'll see it covers up a line of numbers.
- Is very well built.
- Wears loose clothing in monochrome colors.
- His Varia coat is sleeveless and reaches his ankles. They're his own modifications.
- He wears the Varia badge on an armband and has it pinned to his white dress shirt, in mockery of the Nazis.
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In-Depth Character Info
Personality: In essence, Sin is the "Bel" of the group. He's apathetic and uncaring towards his fellow assassins and couldn't give a damn if they kicked the bucket tomorrow, in front of him and splattered them with his blood. Hell, he might even be the doer of the deed. The only difference is that he's just a weeee bit more mature about it, and doesn't need to see his own blood to go insane. He already is.
Violent, uncaring and with the bark to back up the bite, Sin is a master of killing and has a passion for the art of it. His kills are always stealthy, unnoticed but bloody fucking violent. The stuff of nightmares. If he had the time, he would probably roll in the blood and intestines of his enemies like a happy puppy. Sadly, he can't so he just laughs and leaves, killing anyone who would get in his way.
All other times he's fairly calm and smiley faced, though you'll always know something's wrong with the nutter.
As for quirks? He's addicted to nicotine. If he doesn't get his hourly smoke, he gets cranky. Push that past four hours and he gets really, really violent. Past a full twenty-four hours? He's a berserker and can't be stopped until dead or he's got his smokes.
He also hates spiders.
History: Born the elder twin brother of Ushriya Gottschalk, Sin was your average apple cheeked child who led an idyllic life of wholesome happiness. He loved his parents, hated his veggies, played with the other kids and was on the overall growing up to be your loveable, if not scampish, hero.
Then came the Nazis.
For four years Sin watched his parents grow increasingly agitated and fearful, watched them struggle to survive by hiding. Being a child, he did not understand why they couldn't fight back, why they wouldn't just stand up to the strange men with guns and uniforms. When he said as much to his parents, they rebuked him and told him to do nothing that would draw attention to his family. And though he listened to his parents' insistence to never cause trouble, he grew to resent them fiercely for not allowing him to stand up for his own human rights.
At the age of fifteen when their family was finally moved into a concentration camp, Sin grew close to a breaking point. With his family slowly beginning to die off one by one, Sin himself drew away from his remaining brother and father, inwardly blaming them for not letting him prevent this. The work was harsh, the guards cruel and the days endless. Finally, after spending two years in that damned place of death and oppression, Sin snapped completely. One night when he should have been asleep with the other prisoners, he crept out of his bunk armed with nothing but the broken handle of a shovel and killed a dozen men to escape. How he did it without getting killed himself is a bit of mystery. The only thing Sin remembers after creeping out of his bed was coming to in a stolen vehicle with the wooden handle dug into the skull of the former owner and driving steadily down a highway.
The following years followed in a similar manner, he wandered Europe in the backs of trucks or by hitch-hiking on trains as he sought to leave all of that garbage behind him. When he was hungry or needed money, he stole it. If any chased or interfered with him, Sin would simply close his eyes and allow the darkness within to consume him. When he awoke, he would always be alone again and covered in enough blood to fill a bathtub. The only thing that kept him from being caught was that he left no one alive to tell the tale. All who came after him met a blood end, no camera could seem to catch him on tape. With nobody who knew what he looked like and him always on the move, he was the impossible ghost that kept slipping through their fingers. It also didn't help that he never killed in the same way.
When an organization finally caught up to him, it was not the police force, but the Varia. They had been tracking his movements for some time and had decided to recruit him for his brutal efficiency in dispatching of his opponents. When they sent out a squad to make the offer, they found them a week later completely trashed with what appeared to be a set of furniture. A similar attempt ended in the same way (though with bedsheets this time) until Tyr himself stepped in front of Sin. Though Sin tried to attack him with the furious demon that had killed so many, he was untrained and basically unconcious. He didn't stand a chance and Tyr subdued him with ease. When Sin came to, it was with a silver blade gleaming at his neck and a smirking Sword Emperior looking down upon him.
Despite his humiliating defeat, he was told he was a natural fighter, someone who had been born with the instinct and ability to kill. From there, Tyr offered him a deal he could not refuse. People to kill, training to access the murderer within and keep his consciousness and better yet, a purpose. Till now, Sin had only been killing to survive and keep from being caught as he had sworn to never sit in another cage again. Working for the Varia, Tyr promised a path would open up for the serial killer of his own choosing. Naturally, Sin agreed.
Renamed and having forgotten almost everything of his past, he was trained by the best of the best, picking his fighting style from among hundreds of opportunities. A martial artist by right, Sin has visited every known master of every know style and then some and studied under them before ultimately killing them, much like the man who would kill Tyr.
He's been working in this squad for some time now, keeping away from the main (Vongola) family because they don't interest him. As far he's concerned, unless his next target is Timoteo, he can't be bothered to give a fuck and eagerly awaits his next target.
Canon Point: Eating a hot-pocket?
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Samples
LJ-Style Sample: [Fingers twirl the pencil idly about between his fingers, moving it this way and that as if it truly entertains him. Then, Sin leans back in his chair, rocking on the hind legs and flips it into the air. It spins in a rotating circle, arcing over the assassin's body before coming back down as gravity dictates it. Sin shifts the chair a little more, muddying up someone's desk with his boots as he does this and catches the writing utensil with his teeth, eraser first. He shifts again, pushing back a little more until he begins to tip back to the point of no return.
And just before he smacks the ground, he spits the pencil out of his mouth with an uncanny force before his head thumps against the cold floor unforgivably. When the stars clear out of his vision, Sin looks up at the pencil embedded into the ceiling and smirks in satisfaction as it perfects the image of a naked woman created by similarly thrown pencils.]
Hey beautiful~
Third Person Sample:
He kicked it.
It yelped and scampered away into a corner.
He followed, and kicked it again.
It yelped and tried to bite him.
He dodged, and kicked it again.
"... sir. What are you doing?" One of the no-name grunts asked him warily, aware he was dealing with a loose canon here. Sin looked down at the cowering, shivering dust-mop that might be called a dog boredly and frowned.
"Teaching." He kicked it again. It yelped and dropped. Now openly scowling, Sin nudged the useless thing with the toe of his boot and ignored the quasi-horrified stare of the minion. Sinking the hard tip of his boot into the animal's side, he eyed those pained black eyes that stared up at him with fear and brainless terror and scowled sharply, showing a slip of fang. About to write the damn thing off as useless, he drew his boot back one final time and prepared to kick it through a damn wall until it splattered into a bloody mess.
Immediately the small thing leapt forward and sank its fangs into the skin only protected by his slacks and not the firm leather of his boot. Though it growled viciously and broke through his skin to the blood, Sin simply smirked.
"Good boy."