Post by Sir. V.K. on Mar 29, 2011 10:18:38 GMT -5
Name: Vergil *the clocks march on forever*
Age: Estimated to be in his early 30s
Race: Human/Demon
Personality: Cold, calculating and endlessly stoic, much like his father, Vergil cares only for himself and his beloved sword Yamato and is quick to make those who get between him and his goals pay for their stupidity with their lives. Icy and standoffish, he has little patience for talkative idiots like his brother and dislikes having to hold a conversation if it does not concern his objectives; he sees other people as little more than pawns to be used to further his goals if at all possible, regardless of how weak and incompetent they may be. Since his return, he has had one thing on his mind - tracking down Yamato. Whoever has his precious blade in their possession will soon find themselves on the receiving end of the Dark Slayer’s merciless wrath.
Appearance:*I'll get to it..........*
History: Vergil is Dante's twin brother. And he often felt the younger child was favoured by their parents, as he acted much more self-sufficient and his brother needed more tending to. At a young age his father vanished and the three remaining family members were attacked by demons who believed they could destroy the young boys. His mother was killed in the midst and he was unable to get to his brother before he was taken with them to the demon realm. There they worked to break his will...to shape him into something he didn't understand at such a yound age...he was beaten and abused and in his own defense he built walls around his heart that over time even he couldn't scale any longer. Eventually, he gave into the darkness he was forced to survive in and accepted that there was nothing he could do to excape. When he turned fifteen, he experienced his first devil trigger during a fight amongst some devils in search of just a taste of his blood and he realized just how powerful he could become...soon after he discovered that the demons who had brought him there had captured his sword as well. He reclaimed it and began his journey to power. Desperately he fought, and slowly he grew in body and strength. He found human company useless and often killed those who taught him when they had run out of techniques to teach or he grew tired of seeking pleasure in their bodies. He took all he could from whoever fell into his net. His sexuality was more based on his desire for domination over another being, be it a man or a women. He did however take comfort in a womens bed more often then not.
Nearly ten years after his mother's death, during his travels and learning, he heard rumours, and learned the story of his father sealing his power in the demon realm. In a dark and musky Library he met the one person that would ruin it all, while appearing to assist him. The man Arkham taught him to read demonic texts, though much of it came naturally to him, and aided him in his search for power.
All this time he knew his brother was still alive,at first he was overjoyed by the knowledge that his once bestfriend had survived the attacks to long again, but despite his dark soul overpowered the happiness. Vergil knew he would need to meet him again to take his half of the amulet their mother had given them. He resented the idea, and came to learn that Dante had made himself to be a demon hunter. Vergil of course found this amusing, where he hated his human side, his brother had embraced it and despised their father's blood. It was a small task to fight Dante while he was breaking the seals that held the power of Temen-Ni-Gru just out of his reach. And he easily took the amulet from Dante as his brother tried to stop him from opening the gateway to hell.
Soon he found that he was not the only one with motive for assistance, and Arkham betrayed him, claiming Sparda's power as his own. After aiding in Dante's awakening to his demonic powers, he knew he would be a formidable foe. Vergil could not care less, his goal was power, and as he saw it, humans were weaklings capable of little more than a quick death at the hands of someone stronger. Dante, who had long accepted his human background, proved he was more than formidable when they both defeated Arkham and fought once more at the very entrance to the demon realm. Even though he was defeated, Vergil refused to give up, he vowed he would stay in the demon world, for it was their father's home. He wished so much to be stronger than their father, the Dark Knight Sparda, who beat back the demon hordes single-handedly and defeated the King of the Underworld.
He went on to try and fight the Prince of Darkness himself, but failed, and in his defeat was forced into a position that he truly despised. Years passed so quickly in the dark of that place and Vergil had long since given up on his fight to break free of his servitude of the demon Mundus. He had even been forced to watch as they infused a body with the appearance of his mother with a demon's soul and powers. He became a silent soldier and did as he was ordered even when he was commanded to kill the man who had come to kill his master. However, he was broken from the spell for mere moments when he saw the amulet of his mother fall into view from around the neck of his enemy and he realized who he was fighting and what he had become. He fled and fought his master's control once more, but it didn't last and Mundus sent him to fight his brother again.
The event repeated itself until Vergil, now Nero Angelo the Black Angel, came to believe that there was no other escape from his imprisonment but death. His servitude to Mundus forced him to fight as though he were to kill Dante, but in hopes that the fight would end in his brother's favour and he would be free at last. He was right, in a way, and he was defeated again by his brother. His armour exploding and his power and sword broken, he felt himself whisked away form the scene. Though he thought he was dead he walked a desolate plane of existence content to be moving on his own will, until one day he was ambushed by a demon.
This greater demon, named Verfechter, repeatedly called Vergil “traitor” as he furiously attacked the white-haired swordsman. Vergil was confused by this accusation, thinking of a reason for it as he effortlessly evaded Verfechter’s onslaught. Eventually he came to the conclusion that Verfechter thought his opponent was Sparda. This must mean that, whatever the nature of this empty plane, Vergil wasn’t dead… That thought pleased the Dark Slayer quite a bit. The petty fight he found himself in was brought to an abrupt end once the son of Sparda went on the offensive; even without his sword, he was more than a match for any demon. Slaying Verfechter and absorbing his soul as a Devil Arm, which manifested as an elegant spear with a wicked serpentine blade, the half-demon continued on his way, eventually finding a portal which led him back into the demonic realm he’d left behind.
He began following the rumours again to pick up the trail once more, occasionally interrogating a demon he believed may have some valuable information. Most of these unfortunates did not survive their encounters with the Dark Slayer, though none lost their lives without giving Vergil the information he sought. Whispers of a sect of humans opening Hellgates and experimenting on demons reached the half-demon’s ears; of particular interest was the fact that this religious cult apparently worshipped Sparda.
More intriguing still were the stories of a white-haired warrior among the ranks of this Order of the Sword. He was said to wield a powerful Devil Arm in the form of a katana…
Yamato!
As soon as the first tales of this white-haired swordsman reached Vergil, he knew where he must go to retrieve his beloved blade. His ascent through the layers of the underworld was swift and unimpeded, thankfully, and while the denizens of this infernal realm squabbled amongst each other the Dark Slayer made his quiet escape through a lesser Hellgate on the outskirts of the city of Fortuna. This was the base of operations of the now destroyed Order of the Sword. This was where Yamato’s current wielder resided - and where he would relinquish the sword.
This was where Vergil’s search would finally end, and where the legend of the Dark Slayer would begin anew.
Special: It is often said that Dante, the youngest son of Sparda, may well have surpassed his father. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Vergil may yet prove to have surpassed even Dante. Strong, tough, inconceivably fast and possessed of utterly peerless skill with all kinds of melee weapons, the Dark Slayer possess the same basic abilities as his twin but his combat styles differ dramatically. He also commands greater control over his Devil Trigger than his twin, and is capable of flight when he assumes his demonic alter-ego.
Sample Post:
"You are dead..." he growled into the cracked mirror, "You are lost..." Vergil struck out, punching the wall beside the glass, "Wake up!" he couldn't stop himself from saying these things. The voice that snapped back wasn't even his own, "You are awake boy!" Vergil stepped back with a scream of fury. The training was obviously working, he could feel the master of this art sitting back against his musky pillows and worn rug, his eyes flickering over the back of the young man's neck as he split his personalitly into two halves. A valuable ability if he were to be captured in a fight. The image in the mirror smiled, and it startled the boy, "You scared boy?" he watched his reflection step forward and pass out of the wall that held the broken mirror. Before he could fully understand, Vergil's copy image slapped him hard across the face, sending him to the floor, "Aww...poor weak boy..." he stayed down, hand to his cheek as painful tears stung his eyes, the heat from the hit startling under his touch, "You...you must...li...listen to..." his image kicked him hard, a rib cracking loud in the empty room. Vergil screamed in pain. That was what he needed to pull himself together...he rolled away and pushed himself up, triggering only his hands, "YOU! You will listen to ME!" his image frowned and froze as Vergil felt his entire being demand he take control, "You are my slave. Not the other way around. Now...return to me!" the image flickered and vanished, the pain in his ribs falling away as he became whole again.
The master cleared his throat and Vergil spun to look at him, "Very good. You have learned well." Vergil swallowed, pride rolling through his chest...another skill acquired..."Thank you...Master..." he bowed, his hand brushing at yamato hanging from his hip. As he rose he drew the sword and flashed forward, stabbing his precious blade through the old mans chest. He jerked, as yamato dug into the wall behind him, tearing a pillow. Vergil smiled dark, much like the image he had created, "You have made me stronger...perhaps someday you will look upon the earth and see how much you have helped to destroy it." the old man spit into his face then and Vergil growled dark and he tore the blade out of his chest, "Sleep well..." he shifted again and yamato sliced the old mans head clean from his shoulders.
Age: Estimated to be in his early 30s
Race: Human/Demon
Personality: Cold, calculating and endlessly stoic, much like his father, Vergil cares only for himself and his beloved sword Yamato and is quick to make those who get between him and his goals pay for their stupidity with their lives. Icy and standoffish, he has little patience for talkative idiots like his brother and dislikes having to hold a conversation if it does not concern his objectives; he sees other people as little more than pawns to be used to further his goals if at all possible, regardless of how weak and incompetent they may be. Since his return, he has had one thing on his mind - tracking down Yamato. Whoever has his precious blade in their possession will soon find themselves on the receiving end of the Dark Slayer’s merciless wrath.
Appearance:*I'll get to it..........*
History: Vergil is Dante's twin brother. And he often felt the younger child was favoured by their parents, as he acted much more self-sufficient and his brother needed more tending to. At a young age his father vanished and the three remaining family members were attacked by demons who believed they could destroy the young boys. His mother was killed in the midst and he was unable to get to his brother before he was taken with them to the demon realm. There they worked to break his will...to shape him into something he didn't understand at such a yound age...he was beaten and abused and in his own defense he built walls around his heart that over time even he couldn't scale any longer. Eventually, he gave into the darkness he was forced to survive in and accepted that there was nothing he could do to excape. When he turned fifteen, he experienced his first devil trigger during a fight amongst some devils in search of just a taste of his blood and he realized just how powerful he could become...soon after he discovered that the demons who had brought him there had captured his sword as well. He reclaimed it and began his journey to power. Desperately he fought, and slowly he grew in body and strength. He found human company useless and often killed those who taught him when they had run out of techniques to teach or he grew tired of seeking pleasure in their bodies. He took all he could from whoever fell into his net. His sexuality was more based on his desire for domination over another being, be it a man or a women. He did however take comfort in a womens bed more often then not.
Nearly ten years after his mother's death, during his travels and learning, he heard rumours, and learned the story of his father sealing his power in the demon realm. In a dark and musky Library he met the one person that would ruin it all, while appearing to assist him. The man Arkham taught him to read demonic texts, though much of it came naturally to him, and aided him in his search for power.
All this time he knew his brother was still alive,at first he was overjoyed by the knowledge that his once bestfriend had survived the attacks to long again, but despite his dark soul overpowered the happiness. Vergil knew he would need to meet him again to take his half of the amulet their mother had given them. He resented the idea, and came to learn that Dante had made himself to be a demon hunter. Vergil of course found this amusing, where he hated his human side, his brother had embraced it and despised their father's blood. It was a small task to fight Dante while he was breaking the seals that held the power of Temen-Ni-Gru just out of his reach. And he easily took the amulet from Dante as his brother tried to stop him from opening the gateway to hell.
Soon he found that he was not the only one with motive for assistance, and Arkham betrayed him, claiming Sparda's power as his own. After aiding in Dante's awakening to his demonic powers, he knew he would be a formidable foe. Vergil could not care less, his goal was power, and as he saw it, humans were weaklings capable of little more than a quick death at the hands of someone stronger. Dante, who had long accepted his human background, proved he was more than formidable when they both defeated Arkham and fought once more at the very entrance to the demon realm. Even though he was defeated, Vergil refused to give up, he vowed he would stay in the demon world, for it was their father's home. He wished so much to be stronger than their father, the Dark Knight Sparda, who beat back the demon hordes single-handedly and defeated the King of the Underworld.
He went on to try and fight the Prince of Darkness himself, but failed, and in his defeat was forced into a position that he truly despised. Years passed so quickly in the dark of that place and Vergil had long since given up on his fight to break free of his servitude of the demon Mundus. He had even been forced to watch as they infused a body with the appearance of his mother with a demon's soul and powers. He became a silent soldier and did as he was ordered even when he was commanded to kill the man who had come to kill his master. However, he was broken from the spell for mere moments when he saw the amulet of his mother fall into view from around the neck of his enemy and he realized who he was fighting and what he had become. He fled and fought his master's control once more, but it didn't last and Mundus sent him to fight his brother again.
The event repeated itself until Vergil, now Nero Angelo the Black Angel, came to believe that there was no other escape from his imprisonment but death. His servitude to Mundus forced him to fight as though he were to kill Dante, but in hopes that the fight would end in his brother's favour and he would be free at last. He was right, in a way, and he was defeated again by his brother. His armour exploding and his power and sword broken, he felt himself whisked away form the scene. Though he thought he was dead he walked a desolate plane of existence content to be moving on his own will, until one day he was ambushed by a demon.
This greater demon, named Verfechter, repeatedly called Vergil “traitor” as he furiously attacked the white-haired swordsman. Vergil was confused by this accusation, thinking of a reason for it as he effortlessly evaded Verfechter’s onslaught. Eventually he came to the conclusion that Verfechter thought his opponent was Sparda. This must mean that, whatever the nature of this empty plane, Vergil wasn’t dead… That thought pleased the Dark Slayer quite a bit. The petty fight he found himself in was brought to an abrupt end once the son of Sparda went on the offensive; even without his sword, he was more than a match for any demon. Slaying Verfechter and absorbing his soul as a Devil Arm, which manifested as an elegant spear with a wicked serpentine blade, the half-demon continued on his way, eventually finding a portal which led him back into the demonic realm he’d left behind.
He began following the rumours again to pick up the trail once more, occasionally interrogating a demon he believed may have some valuable information. Most of these unfortunates did not survive their encounters with the Dark Slayer, though none lost their lives without giving Vergil the information he sought. Whispers of a sect of humans opening Hellgates and experimenting on demons reached the half-demon’s ears; of particular interest was the fact that this religious cult apparently worshipped Sparda.
More intriguing still were the stories of a white-haired warrior among the ranks of this Order of the Sword. He was said to wield a powerful Devil Arm in the form of a katana…
Yamato!
As soon as the first tales of this white-haired swordsman reached Vergil, he knew where he must go to retrieve his beloved blade. His ascent through the layers of the underworld was swift and unimpeded, thankfully, and while the denizens of this infernal realm squabbled amongst each other the Dark Slayer made his quiet escape through a lesser Hellgate on the outskirts of the city of Fortuna. This was the base of operations of the now destroyed Order of the Sword. This was where Yamato’s current wielder resided - and where he would relinquish the sword.
This was where Vergil’s search would finally end, and where the legend of the Dark Slayer would begin anew.
Special: It is often said that Dante, the youngest son of Sparda, may well have surpassed his father. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Vergil may yet prove to have surpassed even Dante. Strong, tough, inconceivably fast and possessed of utterly peerless skill with all kinds of melee weapons, the Dark Slayer possess the same basic abilities as his twin but his combat styles differ dramatically. He also commands greater control over his Devil Trigger than his twin, and is capable of flight when he assumes his demonic alter-ego.
Sample Post:
"You are dead..." he growled into the cracked mirror, "You are lost..." Vergil struck out, punching the wall beside the glass, "Wake up!" he couldn't stop himself from saying these things. The voice that snapped back wasn't even his own, "You are awake boy!" Vergil stepped back with a scream of fury. The training was obviously working, he could feel the master of this art sitting back against his musky pillows and worn rug, his eyes flickering over the back of the young man's neck as he split his personalitly into two halves. A valuable ability if he were to be captured in a fight. The image in the mirror smiled, and it startled the boy, "You scared boy?" he watched his reflection step forward and pass out of the wall that held the broken mirror. Before he could fully understand, Vergil's copy image slapped him hard across the face, sending him to the floor, "Aww...poor weak boy..." he stayed down, hand to his cheek as painful tears stung his eyes, the heat from the hit startling under his touch, "You...you must...li...listen to..." his image kicked him hard, a rib cracking loud in the empty room. Vergil screamed in pain. That was what he needed to pull himself together...he rolled away and pushed himself up, triggering only his hands, "YOU! You will listen to ME!" his image frowned and froze as Vergil felt his entire being demand he take control, "You are my slave. Not the other way around. Now...return to me!" the image flickered and vanished, the pain in his ribs falling away as he became whole again.
The master cleared his throat and Vergil spun to look at him, "Very good. You have learned well." Vergil swallowed, pride rolling through his chest...another skill acquired..."Thank you...Master..." he bowed, his hand brushing at yamato hanging from his hip. As he rose he drew the sword and flashed forward, stabbing his precious blade through the old mans chest. He jerked, as yamato dug into the wall behind him, tearing a pillow. Vergil smiled dark, much like the image he had created, "You have made me stronger...perhaps someday you will look upon the earth and see how much you have helped to destroy it." the old man spit into his face then and Vergil growled dark and he tore the blade out of his chest, "Sleep well..." he shifted again and yamato sliced the old mans head clean from his shoulders.
