Post by viscen on Nov 14, 2012 19:35:42 GMT -5
Name: Viscen Seratia
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Gunner
Affiliation: Independent (A lone agent for hire)
Guardian Force: Cactuar (If approved)
Weapon: Dual Pistols
Abilities:
- Gunslinger: Viscen has become a self-taught master with the guns he stole; there are few targets that can escape once they’re within range.
- Reckless Finesse: Viscen’s unique spontaneous style appears uncoordinated as he depends highly on his own instincts, this can make his shots difficult to predict and evade.
- Unbreakable Will: Through his upbringing and subsequent gang life Viscen has been conditioned to have a strong mental state and is difficult to dishearten or force into submission.
- Scoundrel’s Key: A life of crime has its perks; Viscen is able to pick locks and hotwire some low tech.
Limit Breaks:
- Roulette (Loads his gun with six random bullets firing three at the target causing any three of the following Darkness, Silence, Sleep, Poison, Confuse or Berserk)
- Bullet Time (Casts Haste on self and up to two allies before he fires at each target inflicting Slow).
Appearance: An unkempt individual who boasts a pair of ice blue eyes and a mop of wild dirty blonde hair, his face is grizzled with a layabout's stubble. His common attire tends to be cheap suits, often creased and "well lived in". Viscen carries himself with no hint of urgency (even when urgency is abundant), his casual manner and average appearance mean he is quite often overlooked as an idle nobody. Despite his scruffy look and "thrifty" clothes around Viscen's waist a fine leather belt with holsters carries his most treasured possessions, a pair of custom made revolvers. The glistening silver sheen of these guns gives insight into the devotion they are given, the grips are hand carved from mahogany and fitted perfectly to Viscen's own hands.
Personality: As his appearance suggests Viscen is relaxed, and finds himself comfortable in most social settings whether it be a dingy bar in some sinister back alley or glamorous ball at a respectable family's mansion it seems he is attuned to blending in. While he may appear a good for nothing waster Viscen harbours a rogues charm, sarcastic, teasing and with loose morals but well-meaning deep down. Even though he wields a sharp wit Viscen is far from smart, while he seems to have a natural ability to adapt to a situation without panicking it is very rare he actually thinks through the consequences of his actions.
Biography: Growing up in Timber as the son of a drunk who mercilessly beat his mother, Viscen was an unfortunate child accustomed to going hungry and who learned to hide behind a smile and a feigned apathetic attitude. When he was seventeen his cool temperament snapped after his father hospitalised his mother. Viscen's bottled anger caused him to lash out at his father, but malnourished young men are seldom forces to be reckoned with and so this resulted in Viscen taking a sample of his father's punishment and being left homeless. Soon after he joined a group of crooks who enticed him with the promise of wealth to free his mother from the life he had been forced to leave her to endure. For a couple of years Viscen engaged in some less than legal activities which included a burglary of a high standing galabadian officers home the loot of which included the two revolvers he wields today. During the night of that burglary Viscen fled leaving his fellow gang members behind after they were pursued by alerted authorities. Escaping with the revolvers and a vast portion of the stolen loot Viscen decided to lay low, both from the law and the gang he had abandoned so hastily. Viscen has since made a living out of being a budget mercenary; avoiding missions that victimise the little people and often taking the dirty jobs everyone else has turned down, for a fraction of the price.
RP Sample: The rippling mirage of the road ahead taunted Viscen has he slowly plodded towards the horizon, not only did the road look to go on for an eternity but now it was dancing mockingly with far more vigour than he himself had the strength to muster. Pausing for a moment he took a glance behind him, his back arched, arms hanging limp and a vacant expression on his face it seemed the road behind now too stretched to the end of oblivion. "Could be worse," Viscen pondered as he began dragging himself down the road once more, one blister inducing step at a time. "I mean I'm not naked or being chased, wait would that be so bad? Context I guess," he mused trying to keep his mind from the searing heat that was slowly melting his sanity. Then a faint murmur in the distance stopped him in his tracks once more. Viscen squinted his eyes as he looked over his shoulder once more, from what his heat stricken eyes could make out there was a speck coming towards him, a speck coughing up a lot of smoke, a speck with wheels! Pressing his hands on the base of his spine as he straightened himself up Viscen sighed with belated relief, quickly adjusting the collar of his dust ridden shirt he checked his pockets and grimaced as the meagre bounty of sixty two gil presented itself in his hand. It had to be enough to get him a few miles down the way, scavenging every last ounce of optimism he had to spare Viscen brushed down his tattered suit and made a modest attempt to make himself look presentable. As the speck in the distance finally grew into a rusty old vehicle that vaguely resembled what you might call a truck Viscen raised his hand, clutching tight the humble offering he'd scraped together. As the truck spluttered to a halt the driver opened the passenger door, and a wrinkled old face beneath a raggedy wool hat greeted the young unfortunate clutching his small change. "You need a ride sonny? You look like crap," said the old man with no hint of dishonesty, "Ah heh, well if you're going that way I'd appreciate it," a begrudging Viscen replied with a smile, somewhat bitter about having at least tried to smarten up.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Gunner
Affiliation: Independent (A lone agent for hire)
Guardian Force: Cactuar (If approved)
Weapon: Dual Pistols
Abilities:
- Gunslinger: Viscen has become a self-taught master with the guns he stole; there are few targets that can escape once they’re within range.
- Reckless Finesse: Viscen’s unique spontaneous style appears uncoordinated as he depends highly on his own instincts, this can make his shots difficult to predict and evade.
- Unbreakable Will: Through his upbringing and subsequent gang life Viscen has been conditioned to have a strong mental state and is difficult to dishearten or force into submission.
- Scoundrel’s Key: A life of crime has its perks; Viscen is able to pick locks and hotwire some low tech.
Limit Breaks:
- Roulette (Loads his gun with six random bullets firing three at the target causing any three of the following Darkness, Silence, Sleep, Poison, Confuse or Berserk)
- Bullet Time (Casts Haste on self and up to two allies before he fires at each target inflicting Slow).
Appearance: An unkempt individual who boasts a pair of ice blue eyes and a mop of wild dirty blonde hair, his face is grizzled with a layabout's stubble. His common attire tends to be cheap suits, often creased and "well lived in". Viscen carries himself with no hint of urgency (even when urgency is abundant), his casual manner and average appearance mean he is quite often overlooked as an idle nobody. Despite his scruffy look and "thrifty" clothes around Viscen's waist a fine leather belt with holsters carries his most treasured possessions, a pair of custom made revolvers. The glistening silver sheen of these guns gives insight into the devotion they are given, the grips are hand carved from mahogany and fitted perfectly to Viscen's own hands.
Personality: As his appearance suggests Viscen is relaxed, and finds himself comfortable in most social settings whether it be a dingy bar in some sinister back alley or glamorous ball at a respectable family's mansion it seems he is attuned to blending in. While he may appear a good for nothing waster Viscen harbours a rogues charm, sarcastic, teasing and with loose morals but well-meaning deep down. Even though he wields a sharp wit Viscen is far from smart, while he seems to have a natural ability to adapt to a situation without panicking it is very rare he actually thinks through the consequences of his actions.
Biography: Growing up in Timber as the son of a drunk who mercilessly beat his mother, Viscen was an unfortunate child accustomed to going hungry and who learned to hide behind a smile and a feigned apathetic attitude. When he was seventeen his cool temperament snapped after his father hospitalised his mother. Viscen's bottled anger caused him to lash out at his father, but malnourished young men are seldom forces to be reckoned with and so this resulted in Viscen taking a sample of his father's punishment and being left homeless. Soon after he joined a group of crooks who enticed him with the promise of wealth to free his mother from the life he had been forced to leave her to endure. For a couple of years Viscen engaged in some less than legal activities which included a burglary of a high standing galabadian officers home the loot of which included the two revolvers he wields today. During the night of that burglary Viscen fled leaving his fellow gang members behind after they were pursued by alerted authorities. Escaping with the revolvers and a vast portion of the stolen loot Viscen decided to lay low, both from the law and the gang he had abandoned so hastily. Viscen has since made a living out of being a budget mercenary; avoiding missions that victimise the little people and often taking the dirty jobs everyone else has turned down, for a fraction of the price.
RP Sample: The rippling mirage of the road ahead taunted Viscen has he slowly plodded towards the horizon, not only did the road look to go on for an eternity but now it was dancing mockingly with far more vigour than he himself had the strength to muster. Pausing for a moment he took a glance behind him, his back arched, arms hanging limp and a vacant expression on his face it seemed the road behind now too stretched to the end of oblivion. "Could be worse," Viscen pondered as he began dragging himself down the road once more, one blister inducing step at a time. "I mean I'm not naked or being chased, wait would that be so bad? Context I guess," he mused trying to keep his mind from the searing heat that was slowly melting his sanity. Then a faint murmur in the distance stopped him in his tracks once more. Viscen squinted his eyes as he looked over his shoulder once more, from what his heat stricken eyes could make out there was a speck coming towards him, a speck coughing up a lot of smoke, a speck with wheels! Pressing his hands on the base of his spine as he straightened himself up Viscen sighed with belated relief, quickly adjusting the collar of his dust ridden shirt he checked his pockets and grimaced as the meagre bounty of sixty two gil presented itself in his hand. It had to be enough to get him a few miles down the way, scavenging every last ounce of optimism he had to spare Viscen brushed down his tattered suit and made a modest attempt to make himself look presentable. As the speck in the distance finally grew into a rusty old vehicle that vaguely resembled what you might call a truck Viscen raised his hand, clutching tight the humble offering he'd scraped together. As the truck spluttered to a halt the driver opened the passenger door, and a wrinkled old face beneath a raggedy wool hat greeted the young unfortunate clutching his small change. "You need a ride sonny? You look like crap," said the old man with no hint of dishonesty, "Ah heh, well if you're going that way I'd appreciate it," a begrudging Viscen replied with a smile, somewhat bitter about having at least tried to smarten up.