Post by conjoy on Mar 17, 2011 20:17:30 GMT -5
WEAPON
[/font][/b]:Name: Grand Carcel
Alias: Warden, Boss
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Weapon Type: Handcuffs
Appearance:
Grand is of a tall and lanky build. At his full height he stands at five feet and eleven inches. He is toned, but not muscular, and weighs in at around one-hundred and forty pounds. His hair is a ghostly light blue hue that gives one the feeling of ice. His eyes are a deep red, contrasting heavily with his hair and giving the feeling of fire. His skin is pale, his nose small and his grin wide. To top it all off, his eyebrows are typically arched in a half-menacing, half-confident way that gives the impression of him staring into your soul.
His clothing choices are fairly simple. During the warmer months Grand is dressed in a pair of light blue slacks with an untucked white dress shirt and a black tie bringing it all together. When it gets colder, Grand is also seen wearing a light-blue jacket that matches his pants.
Personality: Grand, being born into a family of jailers, has grown up to be incredibly vindictive and persistent. His persistence is primarily attributable to his father, who once chased a criminal for one-hundred and fifty miles with nothing but his dogs and his instincts. Vindictive itself may not be quite accurate, perhaps righteous. For minor offenses, such as everyday misdeeds and petty crimes, he harbors no concern, but when it comes to the crime of murder he takes the situation into his hands and will pursue the criminal to the ends of hell and back to reap his revenge. This revenge can be in the form of either physical maiming, followed by incarceration, or simply incarceration, depending on the severity of the crime and how much the criminal pissed him off.
Another trait that Grand possesses is a singular love of danger. Any situation that puts him in a struggle where he could be severely harmed or otherwise inconvenienced gives him a thrill that is indescribable in terms of everyday language. He will frequently put himself in the midst of danger when securing a criminal and this can lead to disaster in certain situations. He inherited this trait from his mother, who attempted to bring in an entire mafia family by herself, but was unsuccessful, suffering severe injuries in the process of apprehending their leader.
Another trait of Grand's is his tendency to analyze everything in site, he is incredibly observant and believes that in order to solve crimes, one must know one's surroundings. He watches everything in his sight with the eyes of a hawk and very little eludes his keen sight.
He loves people that obey the laws and people that uphold morals, even if they are masked under a mold that suggests the contrary, such as that of an anarchist. As long as their morals are pure, he doesn't care what you look like on the outside. He likes to hang out with his friends at Shibusen and enjoys the company of his family, frequently going with them on their own adventures. He also enjoys reading such books as Frankenstein and the manga Death Note, enjoying the clash between good and evil where neither is clearly defined and the true evil is left to the imagination. He also loves dogs and considers himself to be in tune with the canines, being able to communicate orders to them more easily than others.
He extremely dislikes getting wet, although he can swim. No one really knows why. Also, he dislikes anything that could impair his sense of judgment, such as alcohol, drugs and any chemical agents that might have such an affect.
History: Grand was born to a family of jailers whose primary occupation was to retrieve criminals who had strayed from the prison. With such parents, Grand was rarely able to enjoy their company due to how busy they were. It seemed like they never had time for him, so he grew up essentially alone, save for one nanny the family hired for him when they were out. She was a blonde-haired woman in her early thirties with a kind and warming smile, Grand quickly grew affectionate towards her and started to think of her as a mother figure.
This lasted for several years until one day, the family came home early from work to surprise their son on his fourth birthday. As soon as Grand's father, Gregori Carcel, walked into the door, he spotted the blonde-haired woman stealing golden baubles from the hearth in the family's parlor area. She was fired, and soon after that she was replaced by a militaristic brute of a woman named Verona. From Verona, Grand learned the importance of being silent when opportune, as well as the necessity of constantly observing one's surroundings. She claimed that the only reason that one was ever caught off guard was because one took no notice of their surrounding before making their moves.
With this kind of motivation, Grand went the next four years until he reached the age of eight and a half with a sense of caution and a keen observational ability. By viewing everyday items, he was able to tell you what you had eaten that morning, what your hobbies were, and several other minute details about you. He was this way up until his mother retired.
After his mother, a beautiful woman of around thirty-five years of age named Bridgette, was caught in a serious battle involving a local mafia family/drug cartel she was forced to retire and stay at home with her son Grand. This was all good and well, except that the lack of time spent with each other made the two ignorant of each other's likes, dislikes and other conversational factors. The only conversation she could offer her son was to regail him with "war stories" of her time spent as a warden. Grand was utterly fascinated by his mother's stories and emulated her.
He practically dwelled in books about law and the minds of criminals, never ceasing to pursue the career path that he was destined to pursue.
He was in school one day, at the age of twelve, being in the sixth grade, when he saw a bully pushing a classmate against a locker in the hall. When he saw this, he knew he had to help. He had never before fought, but still he could not let this injustice go. He marched up to the bully and demanded that he relinquish his grip on the child, and the bully turned on him. Dauntless, he re-uttered his demand. The bully reached an arm up, balled his fingers tightly into a fist and began to bring his fist down when a spark suddenly lit inside of Grand. Without missing a beat, Grand held up one hand, releasing a handcuff from his wrist that caught the bully's wrist holding his arm steadfast as Grand slid to one side and grabbed the bully firmly at the elbow of his constrained arm and also underneath the opposite arm, shifting his weight and sending the bully cartwheeling to the ground as the handcuff released. This was the first time Grand realized that he was special.
Grand was expelled from his school, but being intelligent as he was, it was not long before he found another school. This school was Shibusen.
His mother filled out all the forms necessary to have him enrolled, and he was placed into classes the very next day. For the next five years, Grand studied hard and advanced quickly in his classes. It seemed like he was born to excel in everything he did, but inside all that really mattered to Grand was the thrill, the spark that had ignited inside of him when he was in danger, and the joy he felt liberating the weak and powerless. Oh, how much his mother must miss this feeling. It would be a while til he would see her again, seeing as how he had to rent an apartment far from home to be within proximity of the school, and even then it was a good mile trek every morning. Oh well, he was used to it.
He had made it five years in Shibusen as a solo weapon, preferring to work alone to satisfy his adrenaline craving, and he still got goosebumps every time.
So is the life of Grand Carcel.
Soul Resonance:
- Partial Transformation - The cuffs of his weapon form sprount from his wrists (NOT in place of his hands, but along along with his hands) with the chain extending about six inches so that he may use the handcuffs as a type of knuckle weapon in combat. The chains may extend at his own will.
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Performance:
- Fast and durable
- Can restrict enemy movement
Weaknesses:
- Overzealous in battle, biting off more than he can chew
- Reliant on close-range brawl battles
Fighting Style: Grand uses his handcuffs to latch on to the enemy and performs a series of grapples and throws to incapacitate his enemy and bring them in, that or he will place his hand through the cuffs and use them as knuckle weapons.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
OOC
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Jon
Age: 17, hasn't changed
RP Experience: 4-5 years in the biz
Password: Bobcat
RP Sample: It was a rainy day and there wasn't much for Grand to do outside of the usual. He sprawled out under a blanket in his room, surrounded by tidy and organized bookshelves, and reached to his left for the book he was reading. At this instant, he was re-reading the novel Frankenstein.
He had just gotten to the part where Frankenstein brought the monster to life when suddenly a flash of lightning darted across the sky and filled his room with an abundance of light. Immediately following the flash it seemed that Grand remembered something. Tossing off the covers, he leapt to his feet in an instant, catching the ground with barely more than a dull thud and was at his door in under a second.
He quickly examined his surroundings, checking everything down to the doorknob. Details may be important at any instant.
After thoroughly checking the contents of his room, he opened the door carefully before sliding out into the hallway. He made his way to the stairs gently feeling his way along the carpeting until he reaches the stairwell. He saw a soft light on downstairs.
"I knew I left it on." And with that, Grand walked down the stairs and to the lamp, pulling the cord and with a click, all was dark.
