Vail, Permeating Will
Dec 10, 2022 20:20:40 GMT -5
Post by Vail on Dec 10, 2022 20:20:40 GMT -5
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human (At least that’s what he believes)
Nationality: Darkveil City
His nature is often difficult to understand without personal knowledge, which leads to misunderstandings and confrontations. He remains distant when questioned about his past, only divulging it to those he trusts.
He has a newly developed tendency to erupt into cold, emotionless acts of violence upon witnessing cruelty between mortals. In this state he cannot be reasoned with and must be restrained.
History: Vail is the son of a capodecina from one of the lesser Ashen Father families. Born in secrecy, he never knew his mother, instead being raised by the regulars of the dancer's den. His father never played a direct role in his life, for his birth was utilitarian in nature, simply a steppingstone to further cement his father’s power. His position often led to small time criminals sharing goods or knowledge with him, in an attempt to placate his distant father. As a child Vail led his own gang, for even the children of Darkveil were drawn into the struggle between the Fathers. His gang would be hired for petty crimes. Vandalism, theft, occasional extortion, all crimes children could get away with within reason. As planned, he was eventually welcomed into his father’s family, his welcoming ceremony marking one of the few moments they ever interacted. During this time, he took on more dangerous jobs. Often sneaking into the headquarters of rival families to steal anything of value. When he inevitably got caught, he’d often be forced to fight his way out, relying on his experience street fighting gained throughout his entire life.
Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the betrayal he faced. One night he was kidnapped by his own family. His father, the capo he served directly under, had betrayed the family in an attempt to seize more power. Vail was tortured for information relating to his father’s whereabouts, of which he had none. After removing his right arm and almost taking his eye, the family figured they were getting nowhere. In a rare act of mercy, the family decided to end his life, rather than keeping him as a hostage as leverage against his father. After stabbing him in the heart, the family dumped his body in the Deadwood, just another causality of Darkveil’s constant power struggle.
For a while everything was black, until whispers crawled through the depths of his consciousness. Unintelligible sounds that held no meaning to him no matter how hard he tried to focus on them. He was hit by every emotion he had ever felt all at once, as if something was prodding his psyche, experimenting with every possibility. The slurry of stimulation threatened to break his mind, until suddenly, he awoke.
His body was unscathed, his wounds healed. He looked down in horror at the arm he had previously lost. It was healed, but discolored, a dull gray replacing his normally pale skin. He poked and prodded it with his other arm, but he couldn’t elicit any feeling from it. It functioned normally, even bled his blood, but it just didn’t feel right to him. Something had changed. After overcoming the initial shock of cheating death, he stealthily made his way to back Darkveil, avoiding anyone who might recognize him and alert the family. Gathering some supplies and a small notebook, he hurriedly fled the city, knowing that it was no longer his home.
For the next seven years he wandered the lands, taking odd jobs that matched his skill set. During that time, he started to notice changes in his mind state.
Some of his memories had blurred, he remembered his past, but everything seemed a bit off. Details contradicted each other, events are remembered out of order, emotions lingered in places they don't belong. Sections of his mind were a kaleidoscope of information, of which he tried to salvage some semblance of his reality.
He began to notice changes in his behavior, his reactions to the cruel world he once dwelled in had changed. While walking the streets of one of Charon’s poorer cities he observed a child being abused in a back alley. Before he would have avoided confrontation, so as to not draw unneeded attention, but something came over him. The only thing he remembers afterwards is the bloody visage of the abuser and the feeling of someone else’s blood dripping from his left hand, the child was nowhere to be seen.
This is how he currently lives, wandering across Charon, his condition and future remaining a mystery. All he knows for certain are the words he records in his notebook. Words that remain unchanging no matter how he may be altered.
Age: 25
Race: Human (At least that’s what he believes)
Nationality: Darkveil City
Appearance: Vail is 6’1” with a thin build, a result of a generous community in his childhood, and having to steal most of his meals in his adult years. The unaltered parts of his body are signified by his pale skin, the result of spending most of his childhood indoors in Darkveil. His altered body, or places where he once received significant wounds, possess a dull gray color. Because of this, he prefers to cover those parts of his body, few have ever seen his right arm unclothed. He possesses several scars on the right side of his face, which he can’t cover easily without hindering his vision, so he doesn’t bother. His jet-black hair remains unchanged, being kept at mid length since he first became a career criminal. Rumor has it that his eyes were blue during his time in Darkveil. He won’t affirm the rumor; he simply accepts the crimson shade his eyes currently possess.
Personality: Vail is best described as conflicted. Due to the nature of his condition, he holds nothing as a certainty. As a child he possessed a confident, cheery nature, born from an ignorance of the darker criminal world around him. That ignorance died with him, being replaced with a methodical, calculating approach to life. In spite of this, he is still seen showing compassion to the downtrodden, often remembering how members of his gang had to scrape by in the cruel world they were born into. He still holds loyalty in high regard, contrasting with those who once cast him aside.
His nature is often difficult to understand without personal knowledge, which leads to misunderstandings and confrontations. He remains distant when questioned about his past, only divulging it to those he trusts.
He has a newly developed tendency to erupt into cold, emotionless acts of violence upon witnessing cruelty between mortals. In this state he cannot be reasoned with and must be restrained.
Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the betrayal he faced. One night he was kidnapped by his own family. His father, the capo he served directly under, had betrayed the family in an attempt to seize more power. Vail was tortured for information relating to his father’s whereabouts, of which he had none. After removing his right arm and almost taking his eye, the family figured they were getting nowhere. In a rare act of mercy, the family decided to end his life, rather than keeping him as a hostage as leverage against his father. After stabbing him in the heart, the family dumped his body in the Deadwood, just another causality of Darkveil’s constant power struggle.
For a while everything was black, until whispers crawled through the depths of his consciousness. Unintelligible sounds that held no meaning to him no matter how hard he tried to focus on them. He was hit by every emotion he had ever felt all at once, as if something was prodding his psyche, experimenting with every possibility. The slurry of stimulation threatened to break his mind, until suddenly, he awoke.
His body was unscathed, his wounds healed. He looked down in horror at the arm he had previously lost. It was healed, but discolored, a dull gray replacing his normally pale skin. He poked and prodded it with his other arm, but he couldn’t elicit any feeling from it. It functioned normally, even bled his blood, but it just didn’t feel right to him. Something had changed. After overcoming the initial shock of cheating death, he stealthily made his way to back Darkveil, avoiding anyone who might recognize him and alert the family. Gathering some supplies and a small notebook, he hurriedly fled the city, knowing that it was no longer his home.
For the next seven years he wandered the lands, taking odd jobs that matched his skill set. During that time, he started to notice changes in his mind state.
Some of his memories had blurred, he remembered his past, but everything seemed a bit off. Details contradicted each other, events are remembered out of order, emotions lingered in places they don't belong. Sections of his mind were a kaleidoscope of information, of which he tried to salvage some semblance of his reality.
He began to notice changes in his behavior, his reactions to the cruel world he once dwelled in had changed. While walking the streets of one of Charon’s poorer cities he observed a child being abused in a back alley. Before he would have avoided confrontation, so as to not draw unneeded attention, but something came over him. The only thing he remembers afterwards is the bloody visage of the abuser and the feeling of someone else’s blood dripping from his left hand, the child was nowhere to be seen.
This is how he currently lives, wandering across Charon, his condition and future remaining a mystery. All he knows for certain are the words he records in his notebook. Words that remain unchanging no matter how he may be altered.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
