Post by Serafino Van Louse on Dec 5, 2013 1:09:06 GMT -5
Name: Serafino Van LouseNickname(s): Serafino, Firefly, Fino
Played by: Than
Age: 238
Date of Birth: August 24
Sexuality: Pansexual
Host: Fire Angel
Abilities: Warmth: Allows the user to create a pocket of warm air around them
Secondary Abilities: Night Vision
Loyalty: The Archangels
Status/Occupation: Assassin
Appearance: Long blonde hair falls from his scalp to his bare chest where it meets golden skin stretched taught over muscle. Golden amber eyes stare from behind stray locks of blonde hair as they peer out from the dashing beauty that is Serafino's face. Red wings flecked with gold sprout from his back and wrap around him. At 5' 10 his lower half is covered by a red and gold skirt. Two peculiar vambraces cover his forearms, each concealing a hidden blade that he can release to kill his target. Although he sticks out like a sore thumb at first glance, his decades of training have made it possible for him to disappear in almost any condition.
Personality: More receptive to the other races he prefers the motto, "Kill one, save a thousand." Preferring to kill one man instead of mass genocides and holocausts. He is however loyal to the arch angel and follows his instructions to the letter, even though he tries to accomplish his goals without killing masses of people. He has a strong sense of humor as well, and often jokes about the murders he's committed and death itself. He holds no sympathy for the guilty he's sent to kill, but is sympathetic to those he deems innocents.
History: Born over two centuries ago on the Plains of Marisaul, located on the angels old homeland, he was quickly thrust into the angels goals to rid their world of imperfections. Everyday his father, Vincenzo Van Louse, left the house to work for the Archangels as an assassin. He was rarely home and as a result Serafino as often left with his mother, Alessia Van Louse. By the time he had reached adulthood, young Serafino had already taken the steps towards following his father's lead and becoming an assassin.
For decades he trained under his father until a terrible accident claimed his father's life. After this traumatizing accident when Serafino was 95 he left the families protection to join a nearby assassin order and finish his training. By the Time he was 135 he had become a full fledged assassin and already developed a fair reputation for his assassinations of the the leaders of the infidel race. However, he would perform odd jobs and minor assassinations for several more years before he caught the eye of the ArchAngels and was requested as a personal assassin.
He served in this position until the angels decided to move back to the Litharia where he was sent to do reconnaissance and a few assassinations before the full exodus occurred. As of now he lives in Spirit and trains young assassins as well as performing tasks for the archangels.
Roleplay Sample: "Restian des piatzo," Serafino whispered into the ear of the man who's abdomen was attached to Serafino's wrist via the hidden blade lodged deep within him, "You can not spread your infection anymore, the people you rule are free to die as they please. Granted it's most likely going to be at the hands of my race, but they'll live a life of freedom till their disease is incurable by conventional means." He was then brought back into the real world as an arrow few by his right ear and lodged itself in the shoulder of the victim. "Get him!," shouted the guard as he fumble along the rooftops towards the small tower where Serafino held the dead victim over the parapet.
"I'm afraid I can not indulge you in the pleasure," Serafino said then as he retracted the blade and jumped from the tower towards the street below. At the last moment he flew open his wings and flew up into the sky as the body hit the ground with a sickening crunch. An alleyway not far from the tower soon served refuge for the angel for but a moment before he slipped out and into the mass of people in the streets as they looked at the mangled corpse of their once proud leader.
Blending with the crowd he slunk off towards another tall building that bore two long red flags emblazoned with he insignia of his order. Knocking twice upon the door he entered into a small tavern filled with angels, "Rodrigo De Caton is dead, long live the angels!"
Played by: Than
Age: 238
Date of Birth: August 24
Sexuality: Pansexual
Host: Fire Angel
Abilities: Warmth: Allows the user to create a pocket of warm air around them
Secondary Abilities: Night Vision
Loyalty: The Archangels
Status/Occupation: Assassin
Appearance: Long blonde hair falls from his scalp to his bare chest where it meets golden skin stretched taught over muscle. Golden amber eyes stare from behind stray locks of blonde hair as they peer out from the dashing beauty that is Serafino's face. Red wings flecked with gold sprout from his back and wrap around him. At 5' 10 his lower half is covered by a red and gold skirt. Two peculiar vambraces cover his forearms, each concealing a hidden blade that he can release to kill his target. Although he sticks out like a sore thumb at first glance, his decades of training have made it possible for him to disappear in almost any condition.
Personality: More receptive to the other races he prefers the motto, "Kill one, save a thousand." Preferring to kill one man instead of mass genocides and holocausts. He is however loyal to the arch angel and follows his instructions to the letter, even though he tries to accomplish his goals without killing masses of people. He has a strong sense of humor as well, and often jokes about the murders he's committed and death itself. He holds no sympathy for the guilty he's sent to kill, but is sympathetic to those he deems innocents.
History: Born over two centuries ago on the Plains of Marisaul, located on the angels old homeland, he was quickly thrust into the angels goals to rid their world of imperfections. Everyday his father, Vincenzo Van Louse, left the house to work for the Archangels as an assassin. He was rarely home and as a result Serafino as often left with his mother, Alessia Van Louse. By the time he had reached adulthood, young Serafino had already taken the steps towards following his father's lead and becoming an assassin.
For decades he trained under his father until a terrible accident claimed his father's life. After this traumatizing accident when Serafino was 95 he left the families protection to join a nearby assassin order and finish his training. By the Time he was 135 he had become a full fledged assassin and already developed a fair reputation for his assassinations of the the leaders of the infidel race. However, he would perform odd jobs and minor assassinations for several more years before he caught the eye of the ArchAngels and was requested as a personal assassin.
He served in this position until the angels decided to move back to the Litharia where he was sent to do reconnaissance and a few assassinations before the full exodus occurred. As of now he lives in Spirit and trains young assassins as well as performing tasks for the archangels.
Roleplay Sample: "Restian des piatzo," Serafino whispered into the ear of the man who's abdomen was attached to Serafino's wrist via the hidden blade lodged deep within him, "You can not spread your infection anymore, the people you rule are free to die as they please. Granted it's most likely going to be at the hands of my race, but they'll live a life of freedom till their disease is incurable by conventional means." He was then brought back into the real world as an arrow few by his right ear and lodged itself in the shoulder of the victim. "Get him!," shouted the guard as he fumble along the rooftops towards the small tower where Serafino held the dead victim over the parapet.
"I'm afraid I can not indulge you in the pleasure," Serafino said then as he retracted the blade and jumped from the tower towards the street below. At the last moment he flew open his wings and flew up into the sky as the body hit the ground with a sickening crunch. An alleyway not far from the tower soon served refuge for the angel for but a moment before he slipped out and into the mass of people in the streets as they looked at the mangled corpse of their once proud leader.
Blending with the crowd he slunk off towards another tall building that bore two long red flags emblazoned with he insignia of his order. Knocking twice upon the door he entered into a small tavern filled with angels, "Rodrigo De Caton is dead, long live the angels!"