Post by murazar on Feb 19, 2010 21:29:51 GMT -7
† Murazar - Fox - Dauthi †
†The Fox†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Murazar Fox Dauthi
Nicknames: The Fox {To almost everyone} John{John Doe to anyone who he is just meeting for a short period of time and probably won’t meet often or again.} La Valupe {Latin for The Fox, was his nickname in Italy during his job. Most well known to underground organizations by this.}
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Age: Two Hundred
Age they appear: Twenty through thirty
Occupation: Freelance Assassin
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: None, other than standard vampire ones. In fact he is incredibly healthy.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Murazar or Valupe as most know him as, is generally a polite man. He shows absolute control over himself, his emotions, and expressions. Anything that is shown is usually just a act, something to make people drop their guard and not be suspicious of him.
He lets his mind control his heart utterly, he is insanely perceptive and thinks deeply and quickly as if every matter is life or death... Speaking of life or death, he believes death is nothing more than another journey. Therefore even if he wasn't so hard to kill he isn't the slightest bit worried if he dies. He lives in the present, for the future, from the past.
He is incredibly cynical and what he also calls realistic way of thinking. He tends to view almost eerything negatively unless he does see a positive thing in it all. His sense of humor is somewhat odd, for example one minute he could being joking about a waitresses death with someone. The next he could be flirting with the same waitress.
He views honesty and bluntness to be quick and effective. He doesn't mind if people don't cut to the chase, it simply gives him more time to think or analyze them or something else. He tends to see everything and anything in a risk/benefit analysis. He also fears anyone getting close to him due to the risk of them vanishing either through death or simply a break in the relationship. To him only his death is a journey anyone elses depends on themselves.
Likes:
†Women
†Fighting {physical not verbal}
†Honesty
†Calm
†Politeness
Hates:
†Being told how to do his job
†Idiocy
†Rude
†Cigarette smoke
†Hate
Talents:
†Split Second Decision Making
†Pin-Point precision with firearms
†Hand-to-Hand combat
†Finding out information
†Stealth {In a crowd or sneaking}
Habits:
†Staring at something random while in deep thought
†Shuts his emotions down even when they seem to work
†Doesn't care about death, his own or someone elses
†Over-observant {Good if trouble does occur or about to, but only hinders him if nothings happening.}
†Tends to analyze everything
† Appearance †
Skin Color: White
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Evenly Fit/A skinny body that is used to workouts, but nothing like body building.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Three large scars that are un-even circles on his chest
Choice of Clothing:Sunglasses in public, a Black-and-White suit solid colored with a tie if on business, Swimming Goggles that can be switched to a sunglasses type thing by switching the lens out{On a hit}, and jeans a T-shirt in public with a leather jacket that conceals his build.
Wolf Appearance: None
Other: None
† History †
History:
{Birth through Pre-Teen}
Murazar was born in a tight knit family, which in one sense is good. At least good until they fight verbally with each other constantly. Then its just painful. Regardless, he didn't understand those things until later. He however was born alone, he had no siblings to speak of.
No cousins that visited, the basis and foundation for the reason why he found it difficult to communicate to those of his age.After he started school, he was one of those good students. You know the ones that most other kids made fun of and rarely found friends.
At least any that he kept around due to moving a nice chunk in his life. It was like a dance, all in the same region. Just far enough to make a difference, but not far enough to change anything in him. He just got used to losing people, became numb to it. Once he learned that his family practically fought with each other except his grandparents and parents it made him distrusting and numb even further.
{Teenage Years through Young Adult}
In his teenage years he did fairly ok in schooling, seemed brilliant to adults despite his grades. He started getting bullied less as his parents divorced. It shattered him further and made him numb more than ever. He loved them of course, he just didn't understand at the moment.
His cynical and negativety rose to all new heights. He made a choice he would never regret choosing he actually made a friend; A friend that almost seemed like a brother to him. In fact it was almost like a godsend in his last year of schooling when he chose to join the army. His friends father who was a friend to him too offered him a job at his business which was doing incredibly well and could be considered extremely good at making money.
His friends father and him decided together he would work with him after his term in the service. Once he graduated high school he seemed more positive, less lonely, less cynical, less negative. He actually in his existence was happy!
{Young adult to the Change}
He finished his training, job training, and was sent to the middle eastern war that was going on. His job wasn't to fight actually, it was interrogation. Which also mean't he had to go with a small unit of soldiers to find the people he needed to interrogate.
He was halfway through his term, after of course several mistakes by his sergeant and corporal which in one event systematically got the corporal killed and him promoted, after wards the sergeant died and he recieved another promotion. On one such mistaked mission the busted into a fairly large building, it was rank with the smell of rotting flesh and death.
Blood stained the walls and organs with piles of flesh and bone littered the ground. They decided to secure the building and call in the military police and a infantry unit to investigate and hold the area. When the investigated the cellar they were ambushed by three vampires. Two were brand new and crazed for blood, the other was a older one.
Murazar's entire squad was destroyed utterly, with him screaming in agony on the floor. They had managed to kill all three with automatic fire, but some idiot accidently dropped his grenade with the pin out. Of course murazar was already bitten and cut up some before he was thrown by one of his men up the stairs.
After three days he was done. the building stank high of death. He craved blood, since it was night fall now he headed out after shedding his gear quickly to lose the weight of it. Afterwards it didn't take him too long to enter a small village and stealthily. Like a predator stalking its prey kill the majority of its inhabitants. Some of course got away when it became aware he was there.
After that he hid and when night fall came again left.
{Afterwards to Italy}
He spent a year in the middle east consuming peoples blood and destroying lives. He then left in complete revulsion of himself to italy. He decided that he was a monstrocity, worse than those monsters that killed his men. He could never show his face to his family or friends again.
His live he concluded was over. So he decided to become a assassin-for-hire in Italy. He used all the skills he knew and honed them further. He took on continously more dangerous assignments. He was known for not being completely recognizable. He was called The Fox of Italy. The only known thing was that he was polite, solemn, and american.
He spent the rest of his life there until he knew well for sure his family was dead and his friends family was dead. He visited their graves all at once, once a year, every year. It was the only time he cried, was when he visited those graves. He continously tried to let himself die due to the near impossibility of it to do to himself.
{Italy to Now}
Once he heard of all the massive movements of werewolves and vampires. He became angry, angrier than he had every been. To him it was both of their faults! Both entire races that dared to impose it on humans deserved destruction. The people themselves he didn't mind, but the ones who dared promote them? They deserved death along with all the human criminals.
He journeyed for England, the only place that had a truce. Maybe something was there that could change his mind? He doubted it, he decided to dedicate his life to the extinguishing of lives until he died. Until he in his mind could perhaps be spared enough to rejoin his family and friend's family. Maybe then he could find peace, perhaps explain everything. He decided that this was maybe what his life was destined to do.
He moved his trade to england. His reputation of course moved with him.
Mother/Father:Ralph Dauthi {Father}{Deceased}, Cerea Dauthi {Mother} {Deceased}
Siblings:None
Offspring: None
Other: N/A
† RP example †
Murazar entered the small rundown apartment complex early in the morning. About the time people were leaving for work. He was dressed in jeans, T-shirt with a jacket over it, and combat boots. His sunglasses/goggles made him feel comfortable. It also told people he was a vampire because who would wear sunglasses before the sun was up?
He took the elevator to the eighth floor and disembarking it walked down the hall to his right. Room 15, Floor 8. Target, human drug dealer. Leaves early to collect payment from a unknown person, who changes every time. On top of that the unknown person seems to not know exactly what the dealer looks like. Today that person is going to meet the human at 6:15.
Murazar had gloves on of course and a silenced 9mm beretta at his back waistside. Thankfully only his fingerprints were in the public systems, his hair was not however. So that was fine, age did have its use. He already had a excellant plan laid out. After observing that the humans room had a fire escape that was fairly discreet.
He came to the room and tried to keep his eyes away from the stained walls of god knows what. He knocked three times on the door and waited. He put on a professional looking appearance and looked carefully to see that no one was coming out. He checked his cheap digital watch to make sure it was still ten minutes to the deadline. He gave a false smile as the human, a female by her voice. Yelled out, "I'll be right there. Just hold on."
He kept the smile somewhat friendly, yet professional. Once she answered the door he got a good look beyond her, the place was a mess. Finding anything was probably not worth the price of smelling bad enough to make the dead puke. She however didn't look as bad, she of course was half dressed and looked like she just woke out of bed and her red eyes bespoke of a hangover. He also noticed he pupils were slightly larger than they should be.
She uses her owns products, one at least. Not a good drug dealer. Even if I was here to eliminate her and the unknown person, the other person would probably kill her anyway. Her facial expressions changed into a seductive way. She motioned him in. He of course walked in and locked the door as she walked to her bedroom. Either seduction or what the unknown is collecting. Or both. When he thought about it a moment longer.
He kept his hands behind his back and stood there a moment taking in any products he could possibly use to make a explosive. He checked his watch he still had nine minutes. She yelled slightly from the bedroom. "Dont be shy, i've got the money here. Come get it, cutie." The last was said with a bit of a purr. He was a on a job so he was not in the mood for flirtaciousness, if he wasn't. Well thats a different story.
He pulled out his pistol, pulled the hammer back and kept it behind him with his left hand as if he was still walking as he stood. As soon as he was in the room she was laid out on the bed with the money sitting on her stomach. She smiled and motioned him forward, he didn't have time. He pulled his pistol out and in a small intake of breath from him he squeezed the trigger. A nice hole appeared in her head as he body jerked from the shot, the look on her face before so was one of simple surprise and horror. He pulled the hammer back again and put it back where it was in his waistline.
He quickly pocketed the money in his jacket and set about making a improvised bomb right next to the oven which was gas lit. He pulled it out and managed to put the bomb right next to it and set it for a few minutes. He quickly used what liqour bottles she did have above the fridge and made impromptu molotovs out of them and set them on the table. He set the money on the T.V. which hid the kitchen from the the view. Soon enough a knock hit the door.
He quickly answered it and what was before him was a vampire, one who looked completely serious and not in the least had any humor. Murazar quickly pointed his finger at the envelope and said simply," Theres the money." He proceeded to walk off and sit on the couch turning the T.V. on to the news. The man simply nodded, walked over to the money and picked it up suspiciously. Murazar replied, "Go ahead and check." At that moment the mans back was turned to murazar he pulled his gun out and proceeded to put every round he had into the mans chest and one in his head. He dropped the clip, reloaded and punched the rest of the rounds in the mans head and heart after he collapsed.
Afterward he locked the door and pulled the gas plug out, put the bomb on thirty seconds and pocketed the envelope and held two molotovs after lighting them from on the fire escape. Chunking them inside he shut the window and proceeded to leave hurridly. By the time he was back to his car the entire room exploded in a hellfire of fury. Done. Was the only solemn thought that entered his mind.
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Name: Murazar
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