Post by Nanashi on Aug 28, 2012 13:40:20 GMT -5
Name: Unknown, goes by Rolo
Alias: Rolo Haliburton
Age: 14
Occupation: Assassin
Race: Britannian
Appearance: Rolo never looks like he is pleased about anything. In fact, he looks rather sad. Violet eyes are usually glancing at the ground or at anyone but a person. The only time he ever looks a person in the face is usually when he's about to kill them. Of course, when with the Order or other members of the Britannian Office of Secret Intelligence, he'll look them in the eye. He isn't that detached that he has lost all respect. However, most of his time with the Office of Secret Intelligence is quite boring so he tends to never appear to be interested. It's rare for him to show interest in what is going on.
His hair is light brown, usually slightly messy. It's never that he doesn't brush his hair. It's more of the fact he has a cowlick which causes a couple sections to go the opposite way of the rest of his hair. Trying to look presentable has only ever caused his youth to show. Innocence was never a look Rolo held, not even when his age was in the single digits. The Geass in his right eye does not help but bring home that he can be dangerous. His Geass is not active all the time and has never gone out of control.
Knightmare Appearance: Currently N/A
Knightmare Abilities: Currently N/A
History: Rolo was born with little meaning. Childhood had not been kind to him, not that he can remember a life before the Britannian Office of Secret Intelligence. He figured he was born just to be an assassin. He had lost his true parents to an accident which only he had survived at the age of three. It was the Office of Secret Intelligence, which had viewed his parents as dangerous, to use him as a pawn to soil the memory of his parents. Geass hadn't been something he had expected in life, rather it was something that was influenced. It was his new caretakers who had convinced him that having Geass was the right thing to do. Like the good child he was, he did just what they wanted. He offered himself as an experiment for the Geass Directorate. However, gaining Geass caused his life to spiral out of control. Memories before gaining Geass slipped away as the ability threatened to consume him. He spent countless years being forced to learn control of his Geass, all the while those watching him observed that his Geass was powerful, dangerous, and yet taxing on Rolo's body. Deemed a failure in words, as there was always the chance he could die due to the use of his Geass, the child was pushed into training to be an assassin. Besides, a child void of memories and understanding of right and wrong would surely be of use as one. Some good use had to come of the boy and his Geass, the ability wouldn't protect him forever.
He stood behind the shadows, emerging when it was needed of him. The Office trained him to use a gun, to not be afraid to pull the trigger. Death quickly became a constant in his life, especially after they began to send him on missions. At first, he wasn't alone. At first, he tagged along to observe. His first kill was what destroyed any chance of a normal life. All innocence was lost, washed away in the blood of his victim. The name of Rolo becoming the name he would go by. It wasn't as a tribute, it was so he could never forget what he was. That he was a murderer. Death became the constant that he figured he would never escape. After all, the motto that was passed onto him became true. Killing them was much easier than letting the world fall into chaos. More importantly, it was the best method to ensure that not only was the Emperor was pleased but those who had decided to take him in. He wasn't fond of the chamber they would lock him in as punishment. However, it was the Geass Order which interested him more than meetings with the Secret Intelligence Service, which housed no member close to his age.
Even at a young age, Rolo knew he was being used. He was fine with just wandering the cities once a mission was over. He could see the way families acted. He never cared that he didn't have a normal life, but it did bring forth knowledge that his life wasn't normal. However, a life as an assassin was the only life he knew and there was no helping it. There was no escape, not that he would want to. Why leave a life where he had a bed to sleep in and food to eat for the unknown? He would ensure that whatever was asked of him would be done correctly. After all, what other choice did he have? None that would let him live. No. A life that wasn't the current one was a life he doubted he could survive in.
Growing into his teens, it was easy to note that he was a detached child. He would do whatever it took to complete his missions, including removing team members who got in his way. After all, they were expendable. There would always be someone to fill in their place. And although he recently took the lives of two members of his team for defecting, there was no remorse from him and no punishment from those above him. It has just solidified the idea that leaving is not an option, you lived for the nation and died for it. Life has slowly become more and more expendable for Rolo, including his own. All he can do is continue what he has been doing, continue the missions sent to him. Which has now decided to send him to yet another area on the outskirts of the Holy Britannian Empire.
Personality: Rolo believes himself to be more of a weapon than a person. With no memories of a life before the Office, he doesn't understand what constitutes a normal life. He has missions to live for and they're what give him reason to continue on. He wouldn't be a very good assassin if he did not believe in his missions. However, he has grown to be quite detached due to having been raised merely to kill. With lack of memory, he was like a blank slate which was molded to have a twisted sense of what was right and what was wrong. He has become as obedient as they come, loyal until the end. He doesn't question, just does as instructed. Nothing gets between him and his mission, he will personally make sure of that.
Rolo has a difficult time connecting with people, but has never really seen any reason to connect with another person. He finds it pointless and a useless motion. However, it does not stop him from using people. He has become quite good, since childhood, to portray various emotions to mask his true intentions. He could fool the world, but a cold, heartless killer would still lie beneath any and every mask the teen could muster. But what lies underneath the mask of an assassin?
Strengths: Skilled with firearms, intelligent, manipulative, charismatic
Weaknesses: Insert any weaknesses your character possesses.
Abilities:
Weapon knowledge- Dangerously trained, Rolo has been trained since childhood to be an assassin. He has highly trained skills with firearms and different weapons from explosives to knives.
Geass - Known as the "Ward of Absolute Suspension", he can, in a sense, freeze time in a given range. Those caught in the area will be frozen in place while the Geass is activated. The range is determined at activation and can reach at least several hundred meters in radius. Eye contact is not needed and neither physical nor electronic equipment hinder its effectiveness. Time after time he can freeze people, as there is no restriction to as to how many times he can freeze someone in place.
However, using Geass stops his heart. He can only use it in short bursts or risk death. How large the range is that he uses his Geass puts strain on him. An important flaw is that inanimate objects can not be stopped, so clocks will still move while Geass is in use.
Weapon Proficiency: Skilled knowledge with Firearms of different calibers. Also an extensive knowledge of different weapons which include, but is not limited to, explosives, poisons, and knives. Knowledge of piloting and ability to pilot Knightmare Frames.
Allegiance: Holy Britannian Empire, the Britannian Office of Secret Intelligence, and the Geass Order.
Extra: None
Role-Playing Sample:
Rolo wasn't one for playing games. He only ever had missions. There wasn't much that would stop him from them. Not even the current rain that was pouring down. He had been expecting it to rain, but it wasn't like he brought an umbrella anyway. He wasn't going to use it anyway. No. Not if he wanted to gain the attention of his target. After all, he was more than aware that the Mayor's wife had quite the habit of aiding children. He had been observing her for a while, enough to notice that she often visited a daycare, the park, and stopped to talk with mothers. Her folder had said she recently lost her child to an accident. It was this weakness he had planned to exert.
He probably looked pathetic, he surely felt it. He hands lightly clutched at his shorts. They were slightly tattered, a little dirty for good measure. His t-shirt had a rip in the sleeve and just enough dirt not to gross him out over it's disgusting state. He had accidentally smeared dirt on his face, but the rain was making it worse. However, he refused to let it show that his disheveled state was one he would rather not be in. But these were the things he did to ensure that he wouldn't miss his target.
His shoes were getting soaked in the puddle he was crouched in. He didn't like water all that much, now that he thought about it. He didn't like the coldness it brought. For some reason, it brought back weird memories of a time he couldn't really recall. But his thoughts were quickly distracted when a voice spoke out to him. The voice was gentle, and he didn't want to hear it talk anymore. He didn't like listening to people sound so sympathetic when their life was going to end.
He glanced up at the woman who had stopped to try and to help him. Why were women so easily fooled by children? No. Why were people easily fooled by children? "It's cold..." Rolo muttered, more speaking to himself than the target before him. But he knew how to remedy that. As he got to his feet, he used his hands to try and brush himself off. He tugged out the gun from it's hiding space at his back. While the woman fumbled to remove her jacket to wrap around him, Rolo pulled the trigger. He barely blinked at the scared expression her face held as it hit the ground.
"I really do dislike this weather..." He wandered over to the body. He frowned when he saw that she was still alive. Another shot, this time the head instead of the chest, was delivered. He didn't like when he failed a kill on the first go. It was never satisfying, not that killing was satisfying. It was just something that was needed to be done.
Licking his lips, Rolo tucked his gun away. He reached down and took the umbrella the woman had been carrying. Dead people didn't need umbrellas. He strolled away from the scene to an awaiting car to take him out of the area. Another mission was probably waiting for him.
Alias: Rolo Haliburton
Age: 14
Occupation: Assassin
Race: Britannian
Appearance: Rolo never looks like he is pleased about anything. In fact, he looks rather sad. Violet eyes are usually glancing at the ground or at anyone but a person. The only time he ever looks a person in the face is usually when he's about to kill them. Of course, when with the Order or other members of the Britannian Office of Secret Intelligence, he'll look them in the eye. He isn't that detached that he has lost all respect. However, most of his time with the Office of Secret Intelligence is quite boring so he tends to never appear to be interested. It's rare for him to show interest in what is going on.
His hair is light brown, usually slightly messy. It's never that he doesn't brush his hair. It's more of the fact he has a cowlick which causes a couple sections to go the opposite way of the rest of his hair. Trying to look presentable has only ever caused his youth to show. Innocence was never a look Rolo held, not even when his age was in the single digits. The Geass in his right eye does not help but bring home that he can be dangerous. His Geass is not active all the time and has never gone out of control.
Knightmare Appearance: Currently N/A
Knightmare Abilities: Currently N/A
History: Rolo was born with little meaning. Childhood had not been kind to him, not that he can remember a life before the Britannian Office of Secret Intelligence. He figured he was born just to be an assassin. He had lost his true parents to an accident which only he had survived at the age of three. It was the Office of Secret Intelligence, which had viewed his parents as dangerous, to use him as a pawn to soil the memory of his parents. Geass hadn't been something he had expected in life, rather it was something that was influenced. It was his new caretakers who had convinced him that having Geass was the right thing to do. Like the good child he was, he did just what they wanted. He offered himself as an experiment for the Geass Directorate. However, gaining Geass caused his life to spiral out of control. Memories before gaining Geass slipped away as the ability threatened to consume him. He spent countless years being forced to learn control of his Geass, all the while those watching him observed that his Geass was powerful, dangerous, and yet taxing on Rolo's body. Deemed a failure in words, as there was always the chance he could die due to the use of his Geass, the child was pushed into training to be an assassin. Besides, a child void of memories and understanding of right and wrong would surely be of use as one. Some good use had to come of the boy and his Geass, the ability wouldn't protect him forever.
He stood behind the shadows, emerging when it was needed of him. The Office trained him to use a gun, to not be afraid to pull the trigger. Death quickly became a constant in his life, especially after they began to send him on missions. At first, he wasn't alone. At first, he tagged along to observe. His first kill was what destroyed any chance of a normal life. All innocence was lost, washed away in the blood of his victim. The name of Rolo becoming the name he would go by. It wasn't as a tribute, it was so he could never forget what he was. That he was a murderer. Death became the constant that he figured he would never escape. After all, the motto that was passed onto him became true. Killing them was much easier than letting the world fall into chaos. More importantly, it was the best method to ensure that not only was the Emperor was pleased but those who had decided to take him in. He wasn't fond of the chamber they would lock him in as punishment. However, it was the Geass Order which interested him more than meetings with the Secret Intelligence Service, which housed no member close to his age.
Even at a young age, Rolo knew he was being used. He was fine with just wandering the cities once a mission was over. He could see the way families acted. He never cared that he didn't have a normal life, but it did bring forth knowledge that his life wasn't normal. However, a life as an assassin was the only life he knew and there was no helping it. There was no escape, not that he would want to. Why leave a life where he had a bed to sleep in and food to eat for the unknown? He would ensure that whatever was asked of him would be done correctly. After all, what other choice did he have? None that would let him live. No. A life that wasn't the current one was a life he doubted he could survive in.
Growing into his teens, it was easy to note that he was a detached child. He would do whatever it took to complete his missions, including removing team members who got in his way. After all, they were expendable. There would always be someone to fill in their place. And although he recently took the lives of two members of his team for defecting, there was no remorse from him and no punishment from those above him. It has just solidified the idea that leaving is not an option, you lived for the nation and died for it. Life has slowly become more and more expendable for Rolo, including his own. All he can do is continue what he has been doing, continue the missions sent to him. Which has now decided to send him to yet another area on the outskirts of the Holy Britannian Empire.
Personality: Rolo believes himself to be more of a weapon than a person. With no memories of a life before the Office, he doesn't understand what constitutes a normal life. He has missions to live for and they're what give him reason to continue on. He wouldn't be a very good assassin if he did not believe in his missions. However, he has grown to be quite detached due to having been raised merely to kill. With lack of memory, he was like a blank slate which was molded to have a twisted sense of what was right and what was wrong. He has become as obedient as they come, loyal until the end. He doesn't question, just does as instructed. Nothing gets between him and his mission, he will personally make sure of that.
Rolo has a difficult time connecting with people, but has never really seen any reason to connect with another person. He finds it pointless and a useless motion. However, it does not stop him from using people. He has become quite good, since childhood, to portray various emotions to mask his true intentions. He could fool the world, but a cold, heartless killer would still lie beneath any and every mask the teen could muster. But what lies underneath the mask of an assassin?
Strengths: Skilled with firearms, intelligent, manipulative, charismatic
Weaknesses: Insert any weaknesses your character possesses.
Abilities:
Weapon knowledge- Dangerously trained, Rolo has been trained since childhood to be an assassin. He has highly trained skills with firearms and different weapons from explosives to knives.
Geass - Known as the "Ward of Absolute Suspension", he can, in a sense, freeze time in a given range. Those caught in the area will be frozen in place while the Geass is activated. The range is determined at activation and can reach at least several hundred meters in radius. Eye contact is not needed and neither physical nor electronic equipment hinder its effectiveness. Time after time he can freeze people, as there is no restriction to as to how many times he can freeze someone in place.
However, using Geass stops his heart. He can only use it in short bursts or risk death. How large the range is that he uses his Geass puts strain on him. An important flaw is that inanimate objects can not be stopped, so clocks will still move while Geass is in use.
Weapon Proficiency: Skilled knowledge with Firearms of different calibers. Also an extensive knowledge of different weapons which include, but is not limited to, explosives, poisons, and knives. Knowledge of piloting and ability to pilot Knightmare Frames.
Allegiance: Holy Britannian Empire, the Britannian Office of Secret Intelligence, and the Geass Order.
Extra: None
Role-Playing Sample:
Rolo wasn't one for playing games. He only ever had missions. There wasn't much that would stop him from them. Not even the current rain that was pouring down. He had been expecting it to rain, but it wasn't like he brought an umbrella anyway. He wasn't going to use it anyway. No. Not if he wanted to gain the attention of his target. After all, he was more than aware that the Mayor's wife had quite the habit of aiding children. He had been observing her for a while, enough to notice that she often visited a daycare, the park, and stopped to talk with mothers. Her folder had said she recently lost her child to an accident. It was this weakness he had planned to exert.
He probably looked pathetic, he surely felt it. He hands lightly clutched at his shorts. They were slightly tattered, a little dirty for good measure. His t-shirt had a rip in the sleeve and just enough dirt not to gross him out over it's disgusting state. He had accidentally smeared dirt on his face, but the rain was making it worse. However, he refused to let it show that his disheveled state was one he would rather not be in. But these were the things he did to ensure that he wouldn't miss his target.
His shoes were getting soaked in the puddle he was crouched in. He didn't like water all that much, now that he thought about it. He didn't like the coldness it brought. For some reason, it brought back weird memories of a time he couldn't really recall. But his thoughts were quickly distracted when a voice spoke out to him. The voice was gentle, and he didn't want to hear it talk anymore. He didn't like listening to people sound so sympathetic when their life was going to end.
He glanced up at the woman who had stopped to try and to help him. Why were women so easily fooled by children? No. Why were people easily fooled by children? "It's cold..." Rolo muttered, more speaking to himself than the target before him. But he knew how to remedy that. As he got to his feet, he used his hands to try and brush himself off. He tugged out the gun from it's hiding space at his back. While the woman fumbled to remove her jacket to wrap around him, Rolo pulled the trigger. He barely blinked at the scared expression her face held as it hit the ground.
"I really do dislike this weather..." He wandered over to the body. He frowned when he saw that she was still alive. Another shot, this time the head instead of the chest, was delivered. He didn't like when he failed a kill on the first go. It was never satisfying, not that killing was satisfying. It was just something that was needed to be done.
Licking his lips, Rolo tucked his gun away. He reached down and took the umbrella the woman had been carrying. Dead people didn't need umbrellas. He strolled away from the scene to an awaiting car to take him out of the area. Another mission was probably waiting for him.