Post by Seven on Mar 14, 2010 13:35:11 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
[/b][/font]And if SEVEN should fall behind...[/b]
"I am a machine. No longer living, just a shell of what I dreamed. "
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age seventeen
, rp experience billions
, how you found us polar bear
, contacts PM[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames Seven
, age appears between eighteen to twenty-one; real age? unknown
, date of birth unknown
, species (human, vampire, faerie, etc.) half-blood
, canon ignoring
, face claim reita from gazette[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight 170 lbs
, tattoos&piercings only has his ears pierced
, distinguishing features how he covers his faith with a bandana or cloth, his dark eyes, and pale soft skin
, physical flaws scars around his back and arms from slayings,
, personal style dark enough to blend into the scenery and cheap enough so he doesn’t feel bad about getting blood on it.
, general description
Seven doesn’t put a lot of time into his clothes. Everything he wears is pretty basic when he’s hunting, wearing black shoes, pants, shirts, and maybe throwing over a trench coat to hide all the weapons underneath. He normally has a cloth over his nose, as that’s his trademark, or a bandana over his entire lower face. He rarely ever carries guns with him, preferring swords, knives, and crossbows. The man is fast as it is with his leaned tone body, though some believe it’s because he has another supernatural species blood running through his veins. He can have the speed of possibly a werewolf or werecat, as well as the reflexes, but he has the pale complexion and extra strength of a vampire. Being part faery has as well been implied, as his eyes do change colors when he’s slaying. It’s never been tested if he could lie or not because he doesn’t speak. Everyone knows he isn’t human. What the other part is will always be a mystery, to others and himself.
His hair is normally blond, but in order to change his idea or blend into his surrounding he does dye it. He as well with change his appearance, wearing a tuxedo if he has to be at a party, normal civilian clothes if he needs to sneak into a club, and etc. The man is pretty much a chameleon and will match his surroundings. Flaws he can’t hide though are his scars. He has dozens of them on his back and arms from getting deep wounds. Others might be disgusted by them, but he prefers to see them as battle trophies of his victories.
[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center], dislikes hurting children, talking, people trying to see the rest of his face, questions about who he is, not receiving his payment, being told what to do, relationships, having to torture his targets, cheap shots, getting attached to his victims,
, strengths killing other people with any weapon imaginable, determination, striving for perfection, logical, honorable
, weaknesses normal socializing, very quiet, can seem cold, stubborn
, goals survive
, fears remembering his past,
, secrets He woke up in a ballroom bleeding two years ago and can’t remember anything about himself before waking up.
, personality After losing all his memories, Seven can’t exactly look at the silver lining. He lost everything. His family, what he did before slaying, he can’t even remember his real name. All he is is an alias now, a creature made to kill other creatures. Though his job of slaying isn’t exactly charming, it’s a purpose he’s good at. The man doesn’t play ‘hero’ and save the innocent and kill the corrupt. Whoever he’s assigned to kill, he kills emotionlessly. One thing he lives by though is a quick death. He hates being forced to torture people for answers and would rather slit people’s throats and be done with them. Even when a killing goes slower than he wants after many years of it, he’s become used to it. It’s just like throwing out trash for him or washing dishes. A chore that he has to take care of each day. Nonetheless, he’s an honorable killer and fighter, and will try to make what he does as painless as possible.
Knowing getting attached to others can be very dangerous for the type of job he has, he rarely socializes with other people. It somewhat makes him awkward to be around, as he’s not very familiar with being around people without having a target or an objective. In result, he can be quite quiet and come off really cold. He doesn’t like people asking questions he can’t even answer, or trying to take off the bandana or anything else that’s over his face. Many sometimes even believe he’s mute as he will normally only gesture and won’t speak a single word. As far as relationships go, he doesn’t get close to anyone so they are not an issue. To make up for that fault though he’s a perfectionist and can be quite clever. He rarely makes mistakes, so if he’s ever after you beware… it would be very very very hard to escape…
[/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father ?
, mother ?
, sibling(s) ?
, pet(s) Any stray animal
, other family ?
, history Seven woke up two years ago in a ballroom. There seemed to be some type of party going on before he woke up, as there were tables with place mats, instruments abandoned on stage and platters scattered across the ground with leftover food and broken glasses of wine. The only thing different from the party was there were no people. Chairs were pushed over, table cloths were pulled off tables, there were even a few tables crushed as if someone had landed on them with immense force. As he rubbed his head, he realized his head was bleeding and the bones in his other arm were broken. Groaning, he sat up to see more bodies scattered around the room and blood on the dance floor. He was wearing a party tuxedo and found a clay mask scattered next to him. It must have been a masquerade party. He continued to get clues of what had gone on as he forced himself to stand up, blood dripping down his arms. There was blood on the dance floor, blood on the walls… men and woman were dead. His eyes narrowed as he noticed a misplaced image of a wolf where the orchestra and instruments would be… why was there a wolf here? “It’s a werewolf…” He found himself saying. He figured out he remembered basic facts, surprised that he knew about supernatural creatures… as well as all there weak points.
Automatically picking up the thin sword up next to him, he was surprised he knew how to wield it as he walked around limping. His arm felt like it was completely shattered and he groaned, trying to find the exit. That’s when he heard movement and the sounds of broken glass falling, which caused him to turn around. The man, as well bleeding, held a knife in his hand and began yelling at him. “How could you? We trusted you!” tears fell from his eyes in rage. “You betrayed the Organization!” With that the man launched at him with the knife, slashing a few times, with Seven dodging with the sword still in his hands. “Stop please!” he begged, confused and disoriented, not wanting to hurt him. “Who are you?” The other man simply laughed and took another shot, slashing his shoulder. Hissing at the pain he closed his eyes and then before he could stop himself, heard the other man cry out and drop the knife. Opening his eyes, he realized he had just pushed the sword through the man’s body, seeing it coming out of the man’s back. Terrified, he let go of the sword, and took a step back, watching the man fall to the ground dead.
He killed somebody and… it felt so natural. Looking away and leaving the weapon, the man left the building, bleeding. He struggled out of the building, and everyone that might have been in the halls gone… probably after running away. Managing to walk outside it was only a few seconds before another man rushed towards him. “Sir, what happened?” he asked worried, dressed in what looked to be a driver uniform. “Take me home… please…” he said, trying to remember the man’s name. “Sir I should take you to the hospital,” he pleaded, looking worried, “What happened in there?” Looking at him he shook his head, “Please…” A memory popped up in his head, “Frederick... remember your job,” He didn’t know where that statement came from, but the man caved in afterwards and helped him to the car. The car ride was long and by the time he was dragged into his house he was half asleep. He barely remembers being placed on his bed or telling Frederick to leave him be… that he didn’t need any medical treatment.
Waking up the next morning he had a splitting headache and was surprised to see most of his cuts, including the one on his shoulder healed. His arm still felt fragile, but some reason he knew he didn’t need to go to the doctor. Something in his mind told him he could heal faster than normal people, and that even broken bones could heal on their own in a matter of days. Taking a shower to wash off the blood off his body, he continued to remember little things. He killed people, for one. There were such things as werewolves, vampires, faeries… and he was paid to kill them as well as other humans. He wasn’t sure if he was hired by this ‘Organization’, but as he walked around his room he noticed a schedule with appointments and later that day was actually called by someone. The person addressed him as ‘Seven’, an alias, and asked if he could bring down a vampire that had double crossed him. It was a weird experience and at first he ignored the calls as he healed. He realized though that he needed to make money and survive, and he knew deep down that he was very very good at killing. In a drawer he even found at least sixty wanted posters, all crossed out with a black pen… Possibly getting out of the house and facing familiar experiences could jot back some memories of who he really was. With that in mind, he went back to work and even though he had a little trouble killing others at first, his memories of fighting and using different weapons slowly returned. Over the next two years, only a few blurry memories have returned and he has moved to Nevermore, Oregon for business is quite plentiful.
[/size][/ul].[/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title
, rules word -admin edit-
, rp sample .
b-i-n-g-o, b-i-n-g-o, b-i-n-g-o, and bingo was his name-o.[/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.