MUN
Name/Nickname: Manda
Journal:
katamandaEmail: mochamanda@googlemail.com
IMs (AIM/MSN/YIM): chocolategundam
Timezone: GMT
CHARACTER:
Name: Dilandau Albatou
Age: 15
Series: Vision of Escaflowne
Species: Human
Gender: Male/Female
Occupation: Lieutenant-Colonel of the Military
Point of canon to be drawn in: After he gets scarred.
Preferred level: Elysium
ID: 1098982
Appearance: A tall youth at 5'9 with pale white skin and silver hair in a distinctly flipped style, held back by a gold diadem with an amethyst jewel in its center, Dilandau is very recognisable by sight alone. In contrast to this pale complexion he has sharp garnet eyes from being an albino, however his handsome, aristocratic face is marred by one thing. A scar running down the left side of his face. He hates this scar with a passion and often rubs it raw by obsessively stroking the skin.
He also wears a black leather uniform covered with red plates of armour., it covers his whole body, including gloves on his hands. It is adorned with gold designs and underneath his jacket he wears a lavender sleeveless shirt. At his side he wears a long katana style sword.
Personality: Dilandau is a man of many moods, he can be short-tempered and vicious, or giggly and childlike. He can accurately be described as a psychopath, he has a thirst for violence and pain and exhibits little in the way of restraint or conscience unless held in check by a higher power. Unstable at the best of times his mind has slowly been deteriorating further after his face was scarred, he compulsively strokes the scar and formed an obsession with the one who inflicted it.
He is heavily emotionally dependent on other people to support him, his childhood caretaker Jajuka and then his Dragonslayers, without them Dilandau's stability rapidly falls apart. Though he is often physically and verbally abusive to them he commands great loyalty, something he needs to anchor his mind.
In addition to his love of violence and bloodshed Dilandau also exhibits a love for fire, to the point of pyromania, in almost every battle he'll burn the target to the ground if he can.
Abilities: Dilandau is an excellent swordfighter alongside being an ace pilot. While not the most brilliant strategist he fights with a passion and ferocity that makes him hard to take down as well as a strong ability to command men.
He also posses a great deal of strength and good aim, demonstrated when he throws a knife into a bottle without breaking the glass.
History: Beginning life as a girl named Celena in the country of Asteria, she was kidnapped and taken to the nation of Zaibach where she was experimented on horribly and via fate changing transformed into the boy soldier Dilandau. Unstable, Dilandau was put in charge of his own elite unit of soldiers and given orders to assist the former sorcerer Folken in his bid to conquer the nation of Fanelia and catch the 'Dragon' forseen by Emperor Dornkirk as a danger to Zaibach.
After razing Fanelia to the ground, Dilandau pursued King Van and a girl called Hitomi to an outlying Asterian outpost under the command of Allen Schezar, one of the Twelve Heavenly Knights of Asteria. After a brief confrontation under the guise of requesting fresh supplies Dilandau attacked and destroyed the castle, but not before Allen, Van and the other managed to escape from a hidden hangar behind a waterfall. Van led Dilandau and the Dragonslayers away from the escaping airship on his guymelef Escaflowne before Dilandau managed to capture him and drag him back to the floating fortress Vionne.
There Van was imprisoned, while the Zaibach forces examined Escaflowne, the 'Dragon' Dornkirk had forseen. Unimpressed by the guymelef Dilandau tried to operate it, nearly causing an explosion as it reacted unfavourably to him. During this Allen and the others attempted a rescue of Van, boarding the Vionne and taking out the Zaiback soldiers within. During the chaos of the escape Dilandau came too and spotted Van attempting to escape. He used the smoke from explosions to sneak up behind him, intending to kill him when Hitomi - who had a prophetic vision of the event - warned Van, resulting in a sword fight betweent he two. Despite Dilandau's experience he came away with a deep cut on his left cheek while Van and the others escaped.
They pursued them to the Asterian capital, Dilandau's cheek healed but it left a harsh scar, sending him spiralling down into insanity and bloodlust, especially for Van.
False memories: Dilandau came from the Alpha Omega Research Facility, he remembers nothing before it and after it came a swift induction into the military and a quick rise in the ranks. Dilandau was soon given charge of his own handpicked unit, called the Dragonslayers and the advanced weaponry called Guymelefs. Armed with flamethrowers, liquid-metal claws, flight capability and stealth cloaks he was a force to be reckoned with.
It was no wonder the young commander was put in the front lines of Neo Genesis' invasion forces. Leading the army he led a path of slaughter through each of the opposing nations, quickly taking them prisoner.
He didn't emerge unscathed from this conflict though, in a face-to-face fight with the nation of America, sword against sword Dilandau's face was scarred along its left side, leading to further destabilisation of his sanity and a pathological hatred for America. There's nothing he'd like more than to execute the POW.
Sample journal posts: So how are my precious prisoners doing today? Are you comfortable~? I hope so, since I had to spare your pitiable lives afterall. I hear you're plotting an escape.
Oh police chief Vargret, I hear you've been having so much trouble keeping down the criminals. You know me and my men could always come in to assist.
Sample role-playing post: From up high on the edge of Elysium's military barracks the silver haired commander was looking down on the lower levels with an expression of acute boredom on his face. Ever since he had been withdrawn from the front line (something about being overly eager) Dilandau had been fighting off a very real dullness in his life. There was only so much training and the occasional trip down to the Abyss to rid the world of scum could do.
Those old geezer's in the upper ranks wouldn't let him have any fun.
What the hell was he supposed to do now?! Dilandou's foot suddenly scooted forward and sent a discarded can sailing over the edge. Sit and behave like an old maid? Do paperwork? He sneered. Well, at least it meant he was closet to a certain someone, that damned Alfred. he couldn't wait to see him again and repay him for their last meeting. His fingers stroked along recently healed scar tissue, oh yes, he'd definately enjoy that. All he needed was an excuse...
The sound of footsteps running up behind him called his attention. Oh great, just what he needed, probably another message from the General.
QUESTIONS/CONCERNS: Your mom.
DID YOU READ THE RULES?: Maybe.