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| FenDier | Feb 12 2014, 01:43 AM Post #1 | ||
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"The empty vessel makes the loudest sound..." Name: Vox - Previously Jako Duress Age: 22 Gender: Male Type: Kishin Egg Partnered: No Image Clothing and description: At full height, Vox stands nearly six feet tall, but tends to be found in a low stance that could only be described as 'predatorial'. Through a spattering of dirt, tan skin can be seen, as well as a body that was at one point well taken care of; muscular but not overly so. He is not filthy, only enough so that one can tell his priorities have shifted elsewhere, and standing close to him, one might even catch a slight whiff of a purchased fragrance. His feet are bare, with loose wrappings of bandages in varying states of dirty and torn. Light brown pants that are tattered at the calf-line are his only true clothing, a well used, reliable pair that has buckles running down either side, ending at the knee. However, the first thing you would notice is his face; his eyes hidden by a blindfold covered in nonsensical markings, his ragged, dirty brown hair, and the steady stream of blood leaking from his mouth. Vox is not blind, but while he retained some semblance of sanity, he wore a blindfold to hide his bloodshot, unnatural eyes. It is a thin fabric that cannot be seen through at a distance, but when wore directly over the eyes, allows normal vision. Like his body, if one looks closely enough, they could tell that at some point he was a vain man, with sharp features. His voice is surprisingly smooth, not what one would expect with his appearance, although he is prone to speak in a loud whisper, causing his voice to come out raspy and seemingly strained. History:
Personality: Vox, driven insane by isolation and desperation, acts as though he would prefer to be alone, but likes the company of other Kishin eggs. He is comfortable with those he can identify with, whether they be civilians, witches, or other Kishin eggs. Generally, he is quiet and focused, like a big cat prowling through the African bush, or a sniper holding their breath before a shot. This is not to say he is incapable of reason, he is more than able to hold a conversation, but when left to his own devices, his actions may be more sadistic than thought out. Left over from when when he was far more sane, Vox likes to think he is a strategist, planning his actions out, finding the best vantage point, and thinking out escape routes. However, his tactical mindset is off-set by incredibly impulsive decision-making brought on by his psychosis. Most plans begin with careful thought, but often end in rampant chaos. Like many people, certain elements of his personality will manifest themselves stronger depending on who he is with. When alone, or with other equally psychotic beings, he will act as such, but when with a well spoken and logical person, he is more likely to hold a conversation and be generally more amiable. Although his departed fiance is not even a memory anymore to Vox, she affects him far more than he knows. He has pushed the idea of his dead fiance so far into the recesses of his mind, he cannot even recall her existence. However, he carries her old locket around his wrist, and keeps her soul in a pocket attached to his jeans. Upon inquiry, he cannot explain to anyone, much less himself, the importance they hold, only that they do, and MUST be kept safe. He also finds an odd longing to the company of women, due to the physical absence, yet continuous presence of his dead fiance, although he does not know that. Of course, he rarely takes the time to enjoy conversation and pleasantries with the civilians whose souls he is so intent on devouring. Due to Vox's deafness, he may seem to be lost in thought when actually he is unaware of what is happening around him. Often physical contact of some sort is the only way to get his attention, though after that is done, his lip-reading allows normal conversations to be held. So far, Vox has found being deaf to be only a slight detriment, being that his incredibly loud abilities make holding a conversation in battle to be a difficult idea. Abilities:
Combat Style: Vox prefers to engage his opponents at range, taking a position where they will have difficulty reaching/be unable to reach him, buying time to use his Sonic Lance as they attempt to close the gap. Having a fairly slim build, Vox has retained his natural light-footedness; affording him decent mobility to keep his enemies at distance should they move in. If he must engage an enemy in close combat, he will attempt to keep them away with Reverberate. He is unskilled in melee combat and will use it as a last resort, or to finish a victim who is already incapacitated or otherwise unable to defend themselves. Miscellaneous Information:
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Roleplay Sample: The warehouse was quiet, save for the loud and especially irritating sounds of the docks that managed to worm their way through the rotten boards and broken windows into the large, central room. Abandoned boxes and shipping machinery lay haphazardly around the room, gathering dust. Vox, crouched just a short distance from a set of double-doors, waited quietly. He stared intently at the doors, immobile except for the slow rise and fall of his chest, and a steady *pat….pat….pat* from the blood leaking out of his mouth, hitting the concrete floor. A glint through the window signified movement, and Vox sat up. Then there was more, flashlights, and silhouettes. He could not hear it, but he could imagine it: the sound of fabric on fabric as the police moved into position, magazines being loaded into pistols, and orders being delivered in anxious tones. Then the door handle shook. Vox planted his feet and drew in a breath. “Ssfffffffffffffffff…..” The door opened, two officers came in quickly, pistols at the ready. “KHHAAAAAAAAA!!" Vox let loose a dissonance that distorted the air it traveled through, hitting the first officer in the chest, blowing him apart. The second officer was launched back into the frame as door tore off its hinges, tumbling into the group outside. Every window in the warehouse blew outward simultaneously, leaving the sound of broken glass tinkling to the ground even after the reverberations had ceased. Out of breath, Vox quickly crawled to one of the many supporting columns that were evenly spaced around the vacant warehouse. There were large pins set into opposing sides, to provide a makeshift ladder during construction or maintenance. He shimmied his way up and into the rafters as the police regained their sense. “What the duck! What happened to Anderson?” “Oh my god, my ears…” “Get on your feet, come on,” “Jesus they won’t stop ringing…” Vox pulled himself up onto one of the main rafters, and worked his way out to the center, watching the recovering officers work their way into the warehouse. He glanced over to the doorway, and admired his handiwork: the battered doorway and what was left of the two frontmen. “Haheheheh….” The officers were much more cautious now, shining their flashlights into every corner, pistols up. The three of them stood in a loose group, stepping slowly, occasionally reaching up to rub a finger in their ear. Vox waited patiently on the large beam. He was beginning to breath normally again. He leaned over the edge a bit, gripping a dusty metal pipe that ran parallel to the beam. “Ssfffffffffffffffff…..” he let his head fall into his chest as he inhaled. “HHYHHHHHAAAAAAA!!” Vox rocked back on the beam, holding himself steady by tightly gripping the pipe. The sound beam hit one unsuspecting officer in the back, sending him flying across the warehouse in multiple different directions at once, leaving only a streak where he once stood. Vox took the opportunity to engage them while they were stunned, gasping for breath as he was, to shimmy across the beam and back down to the floor, jumping the last few yards. He moved on the remaining two officers as they held their ringing ears. The first saw him charging, and attempted to level his gun. Vox was already upon him, releasing a shrill burst of sound that sent him tumbling backwards. Before he could get on his feet, Vox leapt on top of him, and snapped his neck. The last officer had completely regained his senses, and pointed his gun at Vox, who quickly hauled up the man he had just dispatched, using him as a shield. The other officer fired his weapon, panicked, using all of his ammo on his former comrade. When he was sure that the man was out of ammo, Vox dropped the corpse and darted towards him. Unable to reload in time, he was struck by a similar burst of sound, throwing him on his back and rupturing his eardrums. He clutched at his ears in pain. Vox stalked towards him, slowly regaining his breath, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. If you happened to be at the dock that day, you would’ve heard a wave of noise from the far southeast corner, where the abandoned warehouse lay. Then, silence. Training thread Tats edit [2/18/2014] Maddening Frequency Edited by Tatsuken, Feb 18 2014, 10:04 PM.
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![]() Auger - Kishin Egg - Color Code #9900CC Fenris Dierdred - Half-blood Werewolf - Color Code #751975 Vox - Kishin Egg - Color Code #008900 I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. | |||
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