Name:
Vergil Odessa
Age:
Twenty Six
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Preferred Weapon:
He is a crackshot with most firearms.
Granted he is partial to his specialized dual M1911s, altered to handle high calibre rounds capable of blasting fist sized holes in a target via an explosive payload. They are easily concealed... Oh, and the smell of burnt powder. Fantastic!
He does carry another gun, an automatic rifle, somewhere on his person.
Still, in close combat situations, he is no slouch. Vergil weilds a spear, which has been modified to be collapsible into a cane.
Role:
Sensei
Likes: (at least 3)
Vergil can find a sliver of joy in most things so long as they aren't trying to stab and jab at him... He's experienced that once or twice, you know, been there and done that. Not worth it.
He enjoys rock music.
He might have a problem when it comes to sour candies... Enough just isn't enough.
Freedom. Not having any serious obligations tying him down. Making his own choices. Oh, those were the days... And then the Higher Ups decided to stick him with a bunch of bratty kids. Vergil will have you know, he wrote a very colorful letter describing his displeasure.
People who are total Sticks in the Mud... God those people need to eat a Snickers or something.
Vergil likes to hear stories. Reading is... A pain in the ass. Granted, in his line of work one has to read often. He guesses it isn't to bad, just not as fun as some might hype it up to be.
Dislikes: (at least 3)
Being forced to do ANYTHING. He will kick and scream the whole way through. God, what was going through the Higher Up's minds when they decided it was a bright idea to make him teach a group of kids...
Bureaucracy. He feels that any system where someone doesn't get a job done themselves is stupid. Relying on another person to fulfill their portion is a gamble, especially in his line of work.
Ignorance. Stupidity. Brazen Unwarranted Confidence. Jeez, Vergil you hypocrite.
Strengths: (at least 3)
Vergil is a master of most firearms ranging from high power snipers, handguns of all variety, rifles, and those silly shotguns.
His experience over the years has taught him much, but one of the most important is unpredictability is probably one of the best things to get you out of a bad situation. Vergil has that in waves... He's also learned that it can put you in bad spots too, but we won't talk about that.
Vergil was trained differently than most assassins. He was part of a more... Hands on unit. They were a defined frontal assault team, charging into places most wouldn't dare with little regards for stealth or who got in the way. Due to this he was trained differently than most. Vergil's physical condition is different than most such a higher pain tolerance, he has incredible strength and stamina, he was trained to administer on the field medical treatment, he is immune to several different types of poisons, and a variety of other skills. This does mean he also lacks skills other Assassin Teams might have.
His hearing is impeccable. Vergil is missing one of his eyes, and his hearing had grown exponentially more sensitive to balance such a near crippling loss.
Weaknesses: (at least 3)
As stated earlier, Vergil is missing a variety of skills a majority of Assassins in the Core have. He is no where near as stealthy as many others, he wasn't trained as proficiently with close combat weapons, and much more...
Working in large groups often is an issue due to him being a bit of a loose cannon due to his unpredictable, impulsive nature. It's hard to plan something when he just decides blowing up something is the better option instead of a twenty step process. Not to forget his lack of faith in his teammates...
Women are freaking scary.
He is missing his left eye... A Mission Gone Awry. It tempers with his depth perception and spacial awareness.
Personality:
Vergil is a flippant man.
He is clearly the type who never really grew up. Everything about him seems very casual to a rather unprofessional degree, which makes it always a surprise when one looks at his track record of successful missions. He is skilled, dangerously so. Vergil isn't just a Hired Killer, he is a War Machine. Surprisingly tactical, analytical, and quick witted yet its his demeanor that marks him as less than he appears. He doesn't mind that. Matter of fact he embraces that, this life isn't something he choose so why would he let it rule him, outside of his dreams that is...
Vergil's mannerisms are full of little quirks, it's clear he is a little eccentric. The way he dresses for one... The Man practically is a modern-day gunslinger... There's also the way he moves, with this fluid little dance always in his step. When he speaks there is always clear emotions, and he always speaks his mind. He seems to live for the ride, doing his utmost to bring out some form of amusement from anything he encounters.
But his lone eye says something else... He is tired.
There are times when he can't in good conscience be who he wants to be, where he needs to be that stoic and serious figure. It physically pains him to do so, but he must to fulfill his duties... Now as a Sensei, he fears he might need to dip into that more than he wishes too. Maybe it's time to face the music and finally be a Grown Man...
Appearance:
Vergil dresses like a more modern version of a rough and tumble cowboy... I mean, as much as one can when they use high grade military equipment such as night vision goggles, various explosives, and an M4 Carbine. A burgundy red tail coat fashioned from kevlar over a faded black, nearly grey, henley shirt. Across the chest is a leather bandelier, used to hold numerous bullets and a variety of other knickknacks in several of its pouches... The most noted being a map, a compass, a MP3 player, and a high powered lazer pointer... He wears roughed up black pants, made of a flexible yet durable fabric and rather muddied up cowboy boots. Upon his head is an open crown hat, black in color with a wide brim and twine tied around the cap, paired with a length of fabric wrapped around his head to hide away him empty left eye socket. Acrossed his waist is a belt which holsters his two pistols, with a large silver belt buckle.
Standing at about 5'11" with an average body type for a man of his age, his muscles are well defined from years of training and they are not just for show. His hair is black, yet due to his hat it's difficult to get any real measure on it... The Man refuses to part with his head dress... His features are sharp with a near constant grin, he has a thin, sharp nose and a thick stubble too. His eye is a bright green, darkening as it grows closer to the pupil.
Crush:
Ha ha! Good one.
Vergil's dying alone.
Other:
He/Him, 5, Cherry Blossoms
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