Revall
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Join date : 2011-01-29
 | | Subject: Revall Winchester (Eternal) Thu Sep 08, 2011 2:17 pm | |
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- Name: Revall Winchester
- Alias: Vox (Past Merc Codename.)
- Eternal ID.: H32IIL
- Rank: [link]
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- Age: 23
- Gender: Male
- Hair Color/Length: Brown/Short
- Eye Color: Brown
- Height: 5'10"
- Weight: 170 lbs
- General Appearance:
- Spoiler:
- Personality:
Revall is in all cases, arrogant. Most of the time he can be seen judging others and placing himself higher than them, even though he doesn't say it. You'll catch him being friendly every once and a while, but that doesn't guarantee that he is your friend. When seeing others in fights, Revall quickly steps in to help, whether its for his own gains or for others he doesn't understand. Perhaps it's his own love of the adrenaline that keeps him sane. Mentions of his past amongst other things can set him off, leaving him in a state-of-mind that is unsafe for anyone to be around. Combat-wise he is logical and calculating, planning ahead a great deal before even initiating combat.
Very classy and stylish, Revall isn't afraid to dress fancy. Equipped with a suit and tie, it isn't uncommon that you will see him act that way. If you can get past the arrogance, Revall is often a good friend and will listen to your problems, albeit shortly. His attention span is quite short, but his intelligence always has him thinking of new things. Sometimes, he even curses his mind and wishes for the ignorance that many often have.
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- Fighting Style[s]:
-Kyotouryuu
-Marksmanship (Guns)
- Stats:
Strength: 40
Speed: 20
Accuracy: 30
Endurance: 30
Stamina: 20
Focus: 40
Ki: 10
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- Abilities:
- Hardened Bones
- Musician (Pianist)
- Anatomical Expert
- Strengths:
- Physical Strength
- Higher Intellect
- Child Prodigy
- Calculating
- Weaknesses:
- Impatient
- Easily Guilt-Ridden
- Clumsy
- Short-Fuse
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- Parents:
- Yuki Takakura - Mother - Deceased
- David Winchester - Father - Unknown
- Siblings:
- Unknown
- Relatives:
- Walter Winchester III - Uncle - Alive
- History:
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Revall was born in a wedlock out of pregnancy, due to the complications of his father and a woman he had an affair with in Japan. Revall was born in London, but immediately shipped off to an island in Shikoku, Japan. Living in poverty with his mother, Revall grew up learning the peaceful ways of islanders. Those peaceful days lasted short but sweet, his mother teaching him the secret martial arts of the family, Kyotouryuu. Being the "Human Blade", Revall was crowned protector of the village and soon his fame spread throughout the land. At the age of 16, he was already being worshipped as an authority figure. Continuing his daily work, it wasn't long til Revall had spotted unusual people surveying the village. A man had approached him and handed him a letter from another person named "Winchester". Revall had recognized the name, for his mother had recently mentioned the history of his father.
Of course, the history was not very optimistic. His father was portrayed as a man who corrupted his lifestyle and left his family for wealth, knowing this made Revall's blood boil. The man who sent the letter had made himself known, Revall's uncle quickly showed himself from one of the mysterious vehicles. Walter Winchester. His appearance was wealthy and well-kept, not shaking Revall from the growing anger built up inside. Quickly he assaulted him, but was unprepared for the strength that his own family had possessed. As fast as Revall could throw a punch, the man swatted away his hand with a cane he had been holding. Upon closer examination, a crack had been made in the sturdy stick.
The man did nothing but merely smile, clapping while clearly impressed by the display. Revall's anger subsided, seeing that his Uncle was not the man he should be angered with. An offer had been laid upon the table, become a hired mercenary or continue to live in solitude. With a short talk with his mother, she agreed to the contract however hesitant. Revall knew that he needed to become stronger to prove himself.
The plane ride there was simply a debriefing about his "soon-to-be" career as a professional killer. The use of guns was to be implemented in his training as well as the respecting of clients, mannerisms, etc. Revall was stationed in his uncle's mansion for several more months, taking on rigorous training in the arts of marksmanship. However, he never forgot the training from his mother, utilizing close combat whenever he was in a pinch. Many of his jobs included being a bodyguard, standard protection that required no combat. However, a time comes for anyone in that business to see bloodshed and Revall's was soon approaching.
A recent job that Revall had undertaken led him to the underground streets of gambling, where a rising star made herself known. A woman only known as "Lady Luck", but Revall had most of her private details. She was a vixen, during gambling and even when she sat in her apartment overlooking the bustling streets of London. Quickly, Revall fell head-over-heels for her, breaking one of the important rules in the contract. Neither of them cared, however, making it known to the public that they were clearly with each other.
Weeks later, many of the people Ms. Luck had defeated had found out about Revall and little did he know, they began to follow the daily bustle between them. Time ticked, spending more time with the girl of his dreams, Revall didn't notice the immediate rush of men from a small alleyway. Armed with brass knuckles and guns, they quickly rushed them both. Immersed in the fight, Revall swung at them, taking out a few with just one swing. Blazing back and forth, he could barely keep up with what was going on until the explosion of a gun was triggered. Behind him stood Ms. Luck, her beautiful dress covered in fresh blood as she collapsed to the ground.
There was no rage, there was no anger in his eyes as Revall took a revolver from his hand and pulled the trigger at the unidentified gambler. Just melancholy as he proceeded into the regular casino and continued fire on the random mobsters in the room. Blood splattered the walls and bodies rolled as Revall stood on his knees and pointed the barrel to the side of his head. A click was heard, but nothing fired. The bullet was in the chamber...A misfire? Silence took the room before a man in a black suit approached him. His offer was to bring him to a place without more problems...a group called Eternal. But what was his role? What would become of his future? Revall had no hopes of anything here, he had become a murder. The Eternal would give him a place to start a fresh life.
Wiping away his past, Revall took the offer and once again swept himself off the face of the earth, hiding behind the curtains in observation.
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- RP Test:
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As Cyril stood at the gates to the Shiki mansion, he couldn't help but feel like he was being ignored. A sense of insecurity flowed through his veins, there was other things that lurked in Shinrei more deserving of Cyril's attention. Cyril was dressed in regal clothes, cape dangling loosely behind him as he turned away from the towering mansion and back into the city. While dragging himself back into the inner core of chaos, Cyril couldn't help but feel perplexed. Something was different than before, the smell of a familiar scent. It stung the air with it's putrid stench...the smell of blood and death.
Ear piercing howls dove into his ears, but these were not calls from the living. The dead swarmed around his feet, souls circled around Cyril's wavering body embracing him with everlasting cold. Some taunted him, some begged for his mercy, and some simply sobbed. The weight of death added to the burden of those who needed to be saved. A curse Cyril had to bear.
Ideally, this would be the key moment to initiate his powers over death. But, with the massive deformities it would create, people would surely run from him as if he were an enemy. Amidst the battlefield of total war, no one was to be trusted. Mixtures of insanity swelled up with anger and pride, the walking corpses he gazed at in front of him struck a realization. They weren't his. Cyril withdrew his lance and brought it down upon their empty heads, spewing out fluids mixed with blood as they tumbled onto the concrete.
Breathing even heavier than before, Cyril clutched his chest with his hand, knuckles turning ghostly white from the force he was putting into it. No...Not here...But, I must! His neck snapped upwards in shock of the pain, engulfing every limb and corner of his body. The skin melted away from his face and body, arms showing the bone that supported his very structure. What had remained of his dazzling outfit now was shown in tatters, this is what lie beneath the man that led Forge.
Cyril's expression was inhuman, unable to contort his lips...which he lacked anyway. A constant state of happiness was reflected from a simple gaze, but upon his speech one could see clearly that Cyril was far from happy. A necromancer was in the area, this was his opportunity to rip the smile off of their smug faces. Controlling death was not something to be played with...Or perhaps Cyril was doing it for his own reasons?
A pace sent him into a large strip mall, people running frantically in the flames. Now would not be the time to help them, his skin reflecting the lack of humanity he retained. In this form, Cyril would not be swayed easily. His emotions have taken control...there was little sanity left in the mixture of anger and desire. Of course, his own superego would not be changed.
Cyril never once explained his form to others, there was something about it that he liked to keep secret. The madness of human beings being able to completely unleash itself...They were shown in books like "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" or simply through the forms of werewolves and other mysterious beings. This was Cyril that embraced his madness, there was no other way to explain it.
The blood coated his rotting flesh in the light of the sunset, ripping off a sleeve he tied it around his eye sockets, he doesn't use them anyway. Electrical senses worked very well while he walked in this husk, giving Cyril the senses he needed to fight capably.
There was more yelling down the various alleyways, souls wafting towards the scent of the necromancer like a moth towards light. Down the street, Cyril could tell he was getting closer. Body parts lay in every direction, Legion forces stood guarding the intersection. They turned to him in terror, firing off bullets from automatic weapons straight at Cyril.
The bullets traveled into his chest, ricocheting outwards behind him. Through pieces of his ripped clothes, you could see his beating heart as he walked towards the guards without pause. The pace ended along with the gunshots, an arm extended towards one of the men and grabbed him up by the neck. Squeezing constantly, the soldier wriggled in pain and attempted to cry out to his comrades. Unfortunately, they had all run away by that time. Cowards, they left their comrades to die...Cyril felt a little heartbroken, he dropped the man on his feet and placed a hand on his head.
For a moment, you could see salvation in his eyes...quickly taken away by a large voltage of electricity. It spouted from Cyril's hand and into the man as he fell to the ground, a new soul trying to find judgment. Following the stream of death, he saw a figure in the distance...the source of the upset. Humming to himself the Dies Irae, Cyril looked at the figure standing before a large and ancient church. What nostalgia, to attempt to fight in front of a monolith of God. There would surely be an audience to match the hype.
A pause in his voice halted his movements, staring at the figure through his bloodied cloth. Ah, my my. Looks like you need some guidance. Perhaps some repentance is good enough for you? God surely agrees so. a crooked finger pointed to the large, gothic church. The lance still by his side, he lifted from the ground an undead monstrosity that doubled the man's height. It roared with primal anger, blood and fresh flesh spewing out from its mouth. Necromancy...such nostalgia...you have much to learn. his arms crackled with lightning as he laughed madly, bouncing off of the surrounding buildings...A storm is approaching.
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