Fri Apr 03, 2020 3:33 pm
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Pocket Change | Starting Bonus Roll
First Name: Vilgefortz
Last Name: Hyde
Soldier: A Marine both in rank and acting, Vilgefortz sees his occupation being his life. Trained extensively in all matters military, ranging from the conventional skills like field medicine and trench digging to highly unconventional like field craft and interrogation, he has the skill needed to undertake virtually any mission his superiors assign him, be it land or sea; a point of pride he makes sure he keeps polished.
Peacekeeper, Pugilist, Marksman, Swordsman, Murderer; Whatever name or title is given, when it comes to it, Vilgefortz is a fighter. Fist, steel and gunpowder are all part of his daily life. Rigorous training and a keen interest in all forms of combat, he goes to great lengths to be in the top bracket of his field.
Violence is to him what peace is to the layman, albeit not outright sadistic, it’s easy to confuse him as such.
Hair Style: A wild mane of hair, tied back in a ball-like shape with small fringes.
Hair Color: Charcoal
Eye Color: Onyx
Scars: Innumerable scars all across his body, yet none particularly remarkable or distinctive.
Clothing and Accessories: Always donning the iconic Justice coat on his shoulders, Vilgefortz wears a variety of suits when on duty, having to specifically be tailor-made to his size yet he understands the value of exuding authority both in action and appearance.
If he is going to be deployed in active combat, he instead dons armour made of thick hardend leather with metal plating, heavy enough to shrug off a bullet or two yet light enough to let him cleave any miscreant with ease.
When off duty, he instead opts to wear a variety of flowered shirts and knee-high trousers, exploring where he is shored as a tourist, while still dispensing justice, just with a nice cocktail in hand.
Description: Vilgefortz is a hulking man, by all standards except giant. His limbs thick as tree trunks and chest stout as a barrel, betray his disposition. Countless scars mark skin all over his person. Spars, Bar Brawls, Arrests; They all leave their mark; and the reason he prefers to shag in the dark; It usually leaves the shock for the morning.
Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, Vilgefortz’s face is gaunt, at best covered with light stubble, as he is unable to grow a beard, a divided moustache and sideburns being the peak of his facial hair; a fact which he has made peace with it. Instead, he grows out his hair, shoulder-length, tightly bound back into the vague shape of a ball to not impede in everyday duties. His fish-like eyes, as black as a moonless night, cold and expressionless, gave him a gaze which pierces friend or foe alike; Only the women he wishes to bed are spared from it.
Main Traits: Steadfast, Brutal, Cold, Lecherous, Single-Minded
Likes: (Endowed) Women, Drinking, Fighting, “Justice”
Dislikes: Scum, Corruption, Cowardice, Weakness
Unique laugh: Wahahaha
Personality: An austere and cynical man, Vilgefortz’s a man of few words, and those few words are usually gruff. Emotions are rare and far between, and he mostly spends his time amongst training dummies and iron weights, although he is a not a bonehead by any means, understanding the value of books as much as a sword.
Coupled with the fact that he does not suffer fools, this make him a rather intimidating man, especially to serve under. He demands the utmost from his men, but he also demands more from himself and earns his respect through deeds, not words; especially after one faces him in a bout of sparring.
In combat, he fights with brutal efficiency, only sparing the lives if given the command by above and when absolute necessary even then; collateral damage is nearly always present, as he goes with full force, regardless if apprehending a low-time criminal or a bloodthirsty pirate. Does who do survive are usually met with a fate worse than those who die, as Vilgefortz is not above torture to get to his prey.
A man seemingly devoid of mercy, his contempt for pirate scum is only rivalled by corrupt marines, which he makes sure to root out at every opportunity with the same method as the former.
Yet, when he is shored and off duty, his lust for booze, boobs and banquets shows. A philandering womanizer, he is notorious for his ability to get into bar fights with seemingly impossible ease. Had he not been an Officer under the World Government, many a tavern would bar him, yet the only tavern to do so, found its owners under suspicion of harbouring criminal element, and after a rather destructive search for such element, it never opened its doors again.
Vilgefortz's earliest memories were essential of an orphan on a ship full of soldiers. The Marines always needed good man, and although this one was still too young to serve today, what better life then one serving Justice?
As soon as he could walk and understand the basics of going from point A to point B and doing what he was told, Vilgefortz become just another errand boy signed on, so what for others might have been the start of a career, it was simply his childhood. Be it cleaning the floors, delivering messages; any odds and ends that needed to be done, that was his reasonability. He trained and studied hard in his spare time, finally rising from a simple errand boy to a marine, although the recognition he got from his peers and superiors was minimal at best.
Nevertheless, he strived onwards, training hard as his body could allow. Having reached the height of a grown man in his teens, it soon became apparent that he was as fit as anyone else to carry a blade and take on the responsibilities of a full-fledged marine.
Not so much moulded in the “perfect marine” as he is a man of natural zeal, Vilgefortz took to the job with focus, commitment and sheer will that soon flagged him up for promotion, and it didn’t take long for him to earn it, seeing as many start-up pirates met their death at his hands. Working with him was not easy, yet he got the results the top brass wanted, and so he, become a Captain.
Although his heritage might be listed in some dusty files, in some old moldy achieve that never seen the light of day, Vilgefortz never gave it a second thought his career and lust were enough to occupy what hole a family might have held.
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