Post by Titus Vere on Sept 2, 2009 12:43:07 GMT -6
Titus Vere
vitals
nick names =
gender = male
age = 25
race = Human
homeworld = Terra
areas of skill = killing people
preferred profession = assassin
starting location = Terra[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = brown, shortish
eyes = blue
distinguishing features = faint curved scar on his left cheek[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = authority, rules, discomfort
strengths = smart, attractive, charming
weaknesses = utterly insane, explosive temper, contrary
describe full personality = Most would describe Titus as charming, handsome and clever. However, most people don't really know Titus. They only see what he shows them, a fabricated 'self' made up of things that people like. Underneath the carefully constructed personality is a brilliant, but broken, mind. Those who get closest to Titus are the people he kills, who get to see his true nature moments before they shuffle off the mortal coil. He is very good at keeping the two separate, though in moments of anger, the mask can slip and show the disturbed personality hidden beneath.
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so the story begins...
Titus Vere was born into one of the elite families of the Top. His father sat on the ruling council and his mother was a scientist. But both were suddenly and mysteriously murdered when Titus was only five. The child was quickly shuffled off to live with Digeo d'Asola, a family friend and chosen guardian of Titus. He was educated and cared for, though his relationship with Digeo was not particularly close. Titus proved to have inherited his mother's smarts, and his father's charms, and he was a popular boy in school. Despite this, he had very few lasting friends, and found it difficult to focus on any one subject.
When he graduated, he gained a belated inheritance from his parents and promptly went through a number of jobs. While Titus was talented and his work in the different fields (research assistant, chef, pianist, council aide) was considered excellent, he quickly lost interest and simply quit. Nothing seemed to keep him focused. As a last resort, Digeo began to teach Titus the art of assassination. Titus took to it like a duck to water, quickly becoming a master at the art of separating a person and their life. All of his assignments have been on-planet ones so far, partly because Titus has no desire to leave and Digeo doesn't want to let him go.
While Titus is skilling at killing, his attitude has begun to bother Digeo. For once, the Assassins Guild puts a focus on only taking high-paying jobs and doing them in the utmost professional and cleanest manner. Titus has a tendency to eliminate anyone who gets in-between him and his target, including innocent civilians. As well, Titus has almost no interest in money. More than once he's broken the Guild rules and worked for free, simply because he was bored. Digeo has begun to notice Titus' activities and is keeping a close eye on him. Things won't be ending well for Titus if Digeo decides he's too much trouble to keep alive.
role play example =
The apartment was very ultra-retro. The bar was panelled with real wood, which had likely cost a fortune to have imported, and the host (another council aide Titus had met, and slept with, while working that particular job) had decorated in fall colours. Some neo-disco/electronic-fusion was playing and the mirrored disco ball had been a rather nice touch. The cost of the party alone was more than many Bottom-dwellers would make in their entire lives. Titus knew this because that had been listed on the invite card as a reason to come to the party.
Titus was drinking and had one arm slung across a girl's shoulders. Her dress, if you could call it a dress, was a carefully positioned string of cycling christmas lights and glitter on the rest of her. She looked good on Titus' arm and she was just drunk enough that she laughed at everything he said. In his free arm he held a drink. Unlike the rest of the part, they were not ultra-retro, and instead were ultra-modern. It glowed and every few minutes, it cycled through the rainbow. It wasn't good at getting you drunk, but Titus wasn't here to get drunk. He was here to make an appearance.
Everyone else was here for the same reason. The girl hanging off his arm, wearing nothing but lights and glitter, was looking to get known. The host, laughing his head off in the corner of the room, was having this party only to make sure he got an invite to everyone else's parties. All the drinks, the dresses, the sex and laughter, was just one way or another of becoming noticed by someone else.
A more cynical person would have found the whole exercise to be pointless. But Titus knew better. For him, it was more than being known. He was already known. He was already rich. What he was here to do was to prove he was normal, to remind people that he was Titus Vere, attractive and funny and charming. Because if you didn't remind people, they began to look at you, really look at you, and they started asking all sorts of uncomfortable questions.
The girl squirmed in his arm, tugging on a strand of lights. They had to be rather hot by now. She would be willing to do nearly anything to get out of them for a while and let them cool down. Titus leaned down and whispered something into her ear, watching her eyes light up.
They walked off to find an empty bedroom. And they took the long walk, making sure everyone noticed them leaving together.
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the real you
age = 25
how did you find us? = Crunk
any last words? = they call it work but it don't make it civilized [/size][/ul][/font]