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Player Information:
Name or Handle: RW
LJ: readingwhiz89
Email: ReadingWhiz89@aol.com
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name: ReadingWhiz89 @ AIM | arrdubz @ plurk
Any current characters here?: Nope!
Character Information:
Character Name: Livio the Doublefang | Razlo the Tri-Punisher of Death
Age: 16 (though he appears to be in his mid-late 20's)
Canon: Trigun Maximum (the manga)
Appearance: Tall (around 6'6") and muscular, with shoulder-length white hair, gold eyes, and a little bit of scruff. His skin's somewhat tan due to the twin suns of Gunsmoke, and there's a weird looking tattoo that's etched around his left eye. He's also missing his left ear, which has been replaced with a metal plate of some kind.
Personality:
"It will be the first time I get to use the terrible skills I trained so hard to get to protect something. You don't know how happy that'll make me."
If there was a single word that could define Livio, 'conflicted' would probably be the best way to describe him. On the surface, he's a very laid-back, good-natured young man -- a little awkward and clumsy as far as social interactions go, but that's to be expected given his background and age. He's quick to smile and slow to anger, and he has absolutely no qualms about putting himself in harm's way in order to protect someone else.
There is, however, a darker aspect of himself that he prefers to keep hidden. That is to say, though Livio is indeed a kind person a heart, he is also an assassin. Already damaged by the harshness of the world around him, Livio was taken in as a young child, trained, and molded to be an efficient and merciless killer. He has since broken ties with that way of life, but it haunts him still, especially the blood he knows is on his hands.
But how did a young boy with a mild, if not timid disposition become a murderer for a plant worshiping cult of assassins? The answer is simple (and more than a little sad): Abuse, neglect, and a lack of self-esteem.
From the time he was a child, Livio has had issues with self-worth. From being abused by his parents to being "abandoned" at an orphanage, Livio started out damaged at a very young age. Dismal and depressed, Livio often kept to himself in the beginning, spending his time brooding instead of doing anything productive. It's that behavior that earned him the nickname "Crybaby Livio", and though he did manage to pull himself out of his slump with some help and redirection from Wolfwood, his problems were compounded by the "puppy" incident, when he awoke with dogblood encrusted on his hands. Convinced he was no longer needed or wanted, he struck out on his own, a decision that only led to more pain and suffering as he was kicked around and beaten by others he encountered along the way.
Enter Razlo, the psychotic "other" specifically created to cope with the stress and hardship Livio was unable handle himself. This is also a source of guilt for him because even though "small children have no idea when they're going insane" (Livio's words to Wolfwood), he blames himself for all the terrible things than came after due to his own weakness. Joining the Eye of Michael, the people he killed, helping Knives, knowing his own hands essentially murdered his surrogate brother (Wolfwood) -- all of this has left him, quite honestly, with a massive amount of guilt. The lack of self-esteem that made him want/need to be needed was warped into something terrible, and though he has since come to terms with a lot of these issues, they continue to linger even now.
That is exactly why, no matter what the cost to himself personally, he will do whatever he can to help and protect others. When he was a child at the orphanage, that was what Wolfwood showed him -- how caring for others and protecting them is a reward unto itself. He showed it to Livio again when they fought each other that last time, and once it was over, Livio vowed to live his life the way Wolfwood had lost his -- sacrificing for others and atoning for the lives he's taken.
"That ain't cool, Livio...the fuck you tryin' to do...kill me?"
Though it's not exactly clear when Razlo first came into existence, what is clear is why he came to be: namely, Livio's fears and insecurities. Unable to handle the stress and pain he was faced with as a child, Livio created "Razlo", a psychotic, brutal personality capable of not only taking punishment but also dealing it out. In terms of their speech and mannerisms, Livio and Razlo are as different as night and day. Where Livio is more soft-spoken, Razlo is crass and foul-mouthed. He delights in violence and ripping people to shreds, and even though he only appears when Livio is in dire need of help, it causes Livio no small amount of shame that he has to rely on Razlo at all. For his part, Razlo is constantly talking down to Livio. Livio's weakness disgusts him, and he doesn't hesitate to tell Livio that it irritates him to have to share a body with someone who's so weak.
Despite that, Razlo and Livio do have a rapport with one another that seems to depend on Livio more than Razlo. When Livio's will was broken and devoted only to serving the Eye of Michael, it was easy for Razlo to slip out and take control. By the end of the fight with Wolfwood, however, Livio has enough strength to put his "other" in his place and take his body back. Though Razlo bitches about this at the time, when he later appears during the fight with Elendira, his tone has changed. He's still the same asshole, but he agrees to a team-up and even encourages Livio during the last stages of the fight -- an echo of times past when both of them were working hard to become stronger at the Eye of Michael. This is because, though Razlo does have his own sense of self and autonomy, he is still the second half -- i.e. the half created by Livio, designed to not only be the strong one, but also to make the whole stronger as well.
Make no mistake, though. It's strength that Razlo respects -- the only thing he respects -- and he won't hesitate to rip you apart if there's some amusement to be had in it.
If you are apping a character arriving from another game: N/A
Background: Livio | Razlo
Canon point: I'll be taking Livio from the end of the manga so most of the issues he has will have been resolved by that point. That way, it will be easier for him to adjust to the setting so he won't constantly be worried about loose ends.
If you are apping a character arriving from another game: N/A
Special Abilities: Fortified bones and musculature, enhanced reflexes and metabolism: Livio is, essentially, a superior example of an ordinary human being. He looks the same, talks the same, and acts the same, but in reality he's a highly skilled human weapon. After being trained by a militant cult of assassins, Livio was surgically modified to be able to far surpass the capabilities of an ordinary human. He has been shown in canon to redirect missiles with his bare hands, fight at incredible speeds, and recover from near-fatal injuries in minutes thanks to an enhanced metabolism. He is incredibly resilient, and nothing short of decapitation (or asphyxiation) can kill him since his regeneration is at high enough of a level to regrow limbs. This ability does, however, come with a price, as his heightened metabolism has made him age faster -- e.g. he appears to be in his mid-twenties when, in reality, he's only about sixteen.
In addition to these abilities, Livio is an excellent hand with guns, particularly his signature weapons, the Doublefangs (cross-shaped machine guns that can fire in more than one direction), and is well-versed in the art of killing people.
Obviously, he will not be arriving with anything (his guns or otherwise), and as far as his abilities goes, I guess 'Force Healing' would be the best way to categorize his regeneration.
Sect: Civilian!
Job: No idea yet!
Samples:
First Person:
[ A burst of sound and static is what comes through at first, followed by some garbled speech. Whoever is using this device obviously doesn't know what he's doing since he dropped it before he could turn it on.
It's no great matter, though, as the video eventually turns on, revealing a young man with gold eyes and a mop of white hair. He's looking distinctly unsettled about all of this, but really, his most curious features are probably the tattoo around his left eye and the metal plate where his left ear should be.
He taps the screen once, unsure. ]
Uh...hello.
[ An awkward pause. ]
I guess this is supposed to be some kind of...fancy radio? Can anyone explain to me why we're here? Or where here is?
[ Yet another awkward pause before he starts fiddling with the device again- and stops, a curious look on his face -- caution with a little bit of wonder. ]
...This isn't No Man's Land, is it?
Third Person:
It wasn’t dark yet, the suns still loitering the fringes of the horizon, the sky painted an eerie crimson hue. A chill crept up his spine, and Livio had the strangest feeling that blood had been spilled that day. Today was no different from any other day on Gunsmoke, but it had never struck him so strongly before.
Shaking off his discomfort, Livio slipped past the guards around the command center and vaulted over the wall, landing easily in a crouching position. A few passing civilians saw him, eyes wide and staring as he straightened. Managing a sheepish smile, Livio waved tentatively at them.
“Um…hi! I just…uh…decided to drop in! Ahahaha…”
They didn’t seem to be buying it. Realizing this situation could become even more awkward than it already was, Livio turned, and had to force himself not to run. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going, but somehow he didn’t think he needed to know. Moving, he felt, was all that was required.
So he did, weaving between the dusty buildings and even dustier people. There was dirt, there was filth, there was grime-refuse everywhere. Shoulders slumped, the elderly stooped more than seemed natural, the young were subdued, and there was a rankness of spirit that seemed to ooze from their pores. The atmosphere was close, the air-palpable tension about to break-still as death.
They know, he realized, his steps driven by some autopilot separate from his thoughts. Livio had not walked amongst the common man like this since he had been a child, and his memories of those days were already hazy at best. But the training, the visceral ingraining of dogma, the manipulation of the mind and body to achieve the perfection sought after by the Eye of Michael-they had taken something from him that could never be returned. He had been warped, and though Livio was now free of that, he would always be what he had been made.
In a way, Livio envied these people. Yes, he had the ability to fight, not to mention skills most would die for. Fortified bones, enhanced musculature, sharpened sensory nerves, regeneration-all of these were at his disposal. But the price he had paid…was it worth it now?
Livio had done a number of things in his life that he wasn’t proud of. He had thrown away all sense of personal responsibility, conscience, and feeling in order to better carry out the will of the Eye of Michael. He had murdered in cold blood. It didn’t matter whether the victims had been high-ranking, corrupt officials, women, Plant engineers guilty of abusing their charges, children, traitors and defectors, innocents caught in the crossfire-all were the same in eyes of an assassin: fragile sparks of life that were easily smothered.
And worst of all, they were a myriad of faceless apparitions that haunted and plagued him, not only because they were dead, but also because he could not remember them. Their lives had been important, and they deserved individual recognition from him. But he knew nothing about them. He had forgotten.
That was why this one death weighed so heavily upon him. The face was known, etched in painful detail in his mind, and had two sides-past and past present. And he wanted them back.
I’m sorry…
His eyes stung, and he blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. The stupid nickname he had been christened all those years ago still applied. Goddammit, why can’t I fucking grow up?
Anything Else: JOLEE BINDO HAD A BANJO and a quart of blue milk.
Name or Handle: RW
LJ: readingwhiz89
Email: ReadingWhiz89@aol.com
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name: ReadingWhiz89 @ AIM | arrdubz @ plurk
Any current characters here?: Nope!
Character Information:
Character Name: Livio the Doublefang | Razlo the Tri-Punisher of Death
Age: 16 (though he appears to be in his mid-late 20's)
Canon: Trigun Maximum (the manga)
Appearance: Tall (around 6'6") and muscular, with shoulder-length white hair, gold eyes, and a little bit of scruff. His skin's somewhat tan due to the twin suns of Gunsmoke, and there's a weird looking tattoo that's etched around his left eye. He's also missing his left ear, which has been replaced with a metal plate of some kind.
Personality:
"It will be the first time I get to use the terrible skills I trained so hard to get to protect something. You don't know how happy that'll make me."
If there was a single word that could define Livio, 'conflicted' would probably be the best way to describe him. On the surface, he's a very laid-back, good-natured young man -- a little awkward and clumsy as far as social interactions go, but that's to be expected given his background and age. He's quick to smile and slow to anger, and he has absolutely no qualms about putting himself in harm's way in order to protect someone else.
There is, however, a darker aspect of himself that he prefers to keep hidden. That is to say, though Livio is indeed a kind person a heart, he is also an assassin. Already damaged by the harshness of the world around him, Livio was taken in as a young child, trained, and molded to be an efficient and merciless killer. He has since broken ties with that way of life, but it haunts him still, especially the blood he knows is on his hands.
But how did a young boy with a mild, if not timid disposition become a murderer for a plant worshiping cult of assassins? The answer is simple (and more than a little sad): Abuse, neglect, and a lack of self-esteem.
From the time he was a child, Livio has had issues with self-worth. From being abused by his parents to being "abandoned" at an orphanage, Livio started out damaged at a very young age. Dismal and depressed, Livio often kept to himself in the beginning, spending his time brooding instead of doing anything productive. It's that behavior that earned him the nickname "Crybaby Livio", and though he did manage to pull himself out of his slump with some help and redirection from Wolfwood, his problems were compounded by the "puppy" incident, when he awoke with dogblood encrusted on his hands. Convinced he was no longer needed or wanted, he struck out on his own, a decision that only led to more pain and suffering as he was kicked around and beaten by others he encountered along the way.
Enter Razlo, the psychotic "other" specifically created to cope with the stress and hardship Livio was unable handle himself. This is also a source of guilt for him because even though "small children have no idea when they're going insane" (Livio's words to Wolfwood), he blames himself for all the terrible things than came after due to his own weakness. Joining the Eye of Michael, the people he killed, helping Knives, knowing his own hands essentially murdered his surrogate brother (Wolfwood) -- all of this has left him, quite honestly, with a massive amount of guilt. The lack of self-esteem that made him want/need to be needed was warped into something terrible, and though he has since come to terms with a lot of these issues, they continue to linger even now.
That is exactly why, no matter what the cost to himself personally, he will do whatever he can to help and protect others. When he was a child at the orphanage, that was what Wolfwood showed him -- how caring for others and protecting them is a reward unto itself. He showed it to Livio again when they fought each other that last time, and once it was over, Livio vowed to live his life the way Wolfwood had lost his -- sacrificing for others and atoning for the lives he's taken.
"That ain't cool, Livio...the fuck you tryin' to do...kill me?"
Though it's not exactly clear when Razlo first came into existence, what is clear is why he came to be: namely, Livio's fears and insecurities. Unable to handle the stress and pain he was faced with as a child, Livio created "Razlo", a psychotic, brutal personality capable of not only taking punishment but also dealing it out. In terms of their speech and mannerisms, Livio and Razlo are as different as night and day. Where Livio is more soft-spoken, Razlo is crass and foul-mouthed. He delights in violence and ripping people to shreds, and even though he only appears when Livio is in dire need of help, it causes Livio no small amount of shame that he has to rely on Razlo at all. For his part, Razlo is constantly talking down to Livio. Livio's weakness disgusts him, and he doesn't hesitate to tell Livio that it irritates him to have to share a body with someone who's so weak.
Despite that, Razlo and Livio do have a rapport with one another that seems to depend on Livio more than Razlo. When Livio's will was broken and devoted only to serving the Eye of Michael, it was easy for Razlo to slip out and take control. By the end of the fight with Wolfwood, however, Livio has enough strength to put his "other" in his place and take his body back. Though Razlo bitches about this at the time, when he later appears during the fight with Elendira, his tone has changed. He's still the same asshole, but he agrees to a team-up and even encourages Livio during the last stages of the fight -- an echo of times past when both of them were working hard to become stronger at the Eye of Michael. This is because, though Razlo does have his own sense of self and autonomy, he is still the second half -- i.e. the half created by Livio, designed to not only be the strong one, but also to make the whole stronger as well.
Make no mistake, though. It's strength that Razlo respects -- the only thing he respects -- and he won't hesitate to rip you apart if there's some amusement to be had in it.
If you are apping a character arriving from another game: N/A
Background: Livio | Razlo
Canon point: I'll be taking Livio from the end of the manga so most of the issues he has will have been resolved by that point. That way, it will be easier for him to adjust to the setting so he won't constantly be worried about loose ends.
If you are apping a character arriving from another game: N/A
Special Abilities: Fortified bones and musculature, enhanced reflexes and metabolism: Livio is, essentially, a superior example of an ordinary human being. He looks the same, talks the same, and acts the same, but in reality he's a highly skilled human weapon. After being trained by a militant cult of assassins, Livio was surgically modified to be able to far surpass the capabilities of an ordinary human. He has been shown in canon to redirect missiles with his bare hands, fight at incredible speeds, and recover from near-fatal injuries in minutes thanks to an enhanced metabolism. He is incredibly resilient, and nothing short of decapitation (or asphyxiation) can kill him since his regeneration is at high enough of a level to regrow limbs. This ability does, however, come with a price, as his heightened metabolism has made him age faster -- e.g. he appears to be in his mid-twenties when, in reality, he's only about sixteen.
In addition to these abilities, Livio is an excellent hand with guns, particularly his signature weapons, the Doublefangs (cross-shaped machine guns that can fire in more than one direction), and is well-versed in the art of killing people.
Obviously, he will not be arriving with anything (his guns or otherwise), and as far as his abilities goes, I guess 'Force Healing' would be the best way to categorize his regeneration.
Sect: Civilian!
Job: No idea yet!
Samples:
First Person:
[ A burst of sound and static is what comes through at first, followed by some garbled speech. Whoever is using this device obviously doesn't know what he's doing since he dropped it before he could turn it on.
It's no great matter, though, as the video eventually turns on, revealing a young man with gold eyes and a mop of white hair. He's looking distinctly unsettled about all of this, but really, his most curious features are probably the tattoo around his left eye and the metal plate where his left ear should be.
He taps the screen once, unsure. ]
Uh...hello.
[ An awkward pause. ]
I guess this is supposed to be some kind of...fancy radio? Can anyone explain to me why we're here? Or where here is?
[ Yet another awkward pause before he starts fiddling with the device again- and stops, a curious look on his face -- caution with a little bit of wonder. ]
...This isn't No Man's Land, is it?
Third Person:
It wasn’t dark yet, the suns still loitering the fringes of the horizon, the sky painted an eerie crimson hue. A chill crept up his spine, and Livio had the strangest feeling that blood had been spilled that day. Today was no different from any other day on Gunsmoke, but it had never struck him so strongly before.
Shaking off his discomfort, Livio slipped past the guards around the command center and vaulted over the wall, landing easily in a crouching position. A few passing civilians saw him, eyes wide and staring as he straightened. Managing a sheepish smile, Livio waved tentatively at them.
“Um…hi! I just…uh…decided to drop in! Ahahaha…”
They didn’t seem to be buying it. Realizing this situation could become even more awkward than it already was, Livio turned, and had to force himself not to run. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going, but somehow he didn’t think he needed to know. Moving, he felt, was all that was required.
So he did, weaving between the dusty buildings and even dustier people. There was dirt, there was filth, there was grime-refuse everywhere. Shoulders slumped, the elderly stooped more than seemed natural, the young were subdued, and there was a rankness of spirit that seemed to ooze from their pores. The atmosphere was close, the air-palpable tension about to break-still as death.
They know, he realized, his steps driven by some autopilot separate from his thoughts. Livio had not walked amongst the common man like this since he had been a child, and his memories of those days were already hazy at best. But the training, the visceral ingraining of dogma, the manipulation of the mind and body to achieve the perfection sought after by the Eye of Michael-they had taken something from him that could never be returned. He had been warped, and though Livio was now free of that, he would always be what he had been made.
In a way, Livio envied these people. Yes, he had the ability to fight, not to mention skills most would die for. Fortified bones, enhanced musculature, sharpened sensory nerves, regeneration-all of these were at his disposal. But the price he had paid…was it worth it now?
Livio had done a number of things in his life that he wasn’t proud of. He had thrown away all sense of personal responsibility, conscience, and feeling in order to better carry out the will of the Eye of Michael. He had murdered in cold blood. It didn’t matter whether the victims had been high-ranking, corrupt officials, women, Plant engineers guilty of abusing their charges, children, traitors and defectors, innocents caught in the crossfire-all were the same in eyes of an assassin: fragile sparks of life that were easily smothered.
And worst of all, they were a myriad of faceless apparitions that haunted and plagued him, not only because they were dead, but also because he could not remember them. Their lives had been important, and they deserved individual recognition from him. But he knew nothing about them. He had forgotten.
That was why this one death weighed so heavily upon him. The face was known, etched in painful detail in his mind, and had two sides-past and past present. And he wanted them back.
I’m sorry…
His eyes stung, and he blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. The stupid nickname he had been christened all those years ago still applied. Goddammit, why can’t I fucking grow up?
Anything Else: JOLEE BINDO HAD A BANJO and a quart of blue milk.