Aug 16, 2019 19:53:33 GMT -6
Vittoria Nightingale Never say more thin necessary. general info
appearance Vittoria is Taller than the average person even when barefoot (around 5'11'), is a formidable sight. Especially since she hardly ever smiles, and tends to either look at you blankly with her black-as-coal eyes or show your facial expressions that tell you in no uncertain terms she's questioning your intelligence, When shes on jobs ( or just for fun) Vittoria wears a black assassins suit with a hood that covers her face, along with hidden daggers( number ) and 2 short swords that are strapped onto her back she had a long scar going from her middle of her forehead across her left eye and stopping a few inches blow her eye personality Vittoria does most of her judging and complaining and belittling in silence; she prefers speaking only when necessary and instead contents herself with listening, watching, and slinking unseen into the corners of the room to look at things you probably don't want her seeing. She'll hold her opinion to herself until asked for it or until she feels there is a dire need to share it; then she will be blunt and tactless in her assessment. She's calm in all sorts of crisis, but should you wake her up before a 'decent time' you'll get a glowering, hissing, grumpy mess. She has a sense of humor, though - this, too, she mostly keeps to herself because it is too dry and wry for most to get. It is also rather morbid to others, as Vittoria doesn't view death the same way the average human does. It is sad for others when a loved one dies. For the person dying, it is a relief and a welcoming by an old friend into a new adventure and unknown. She has learned to understand to be more socially aware, but she still doesn't understand why people are upset by blood, death, and violence. They are simply part of life to her. abilities Darkness Manipulation ( master ) Vittoria can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: so she can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, eta what she can do with the power Animated Shadow Create/generate darkness/shadow. Absolute Darkness Light Absorption Shadow Camouflage/Cloaking Darkness Adaptation Night Vision Darkness Attacks Darkness Solidification Create Tentacles/tendrils, chains and/or threads to attack or bind. Umbrakinetic Constructs Manipulate the properties of darkness/shadows. Shadow Erasure Shadow Marionette Umbra-Telekinesis Umbrakinetic Flight her limitations Light Manipulation and Light Generation are especially effective against this power. As shadow is a dark area produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface, light may strengthen shadow magic or may even be a requirement in some universes. . ===== Enchanted stealth ( intermediate ) Vittoria possesses incredibly extensive knowledge and skill in many types and ways of stealth tactics, enabling her to easily slip in and out of areas undetected. her abilities in all manners of stealth are so refined she appears as mere illusions to those who have been lucky to spot her what she can do with the power Supernatural Stealth: User's stealth ability is superior to what natural can accomplish Enhanced Hiding Inaudible Movement Tracking Evasion. her limitations As this isn't a supernatural ability, Vittoria isn't absolutely undetectable. ===== Enhanced Reflexes ( beginner ) Vittoria has drastically enhanced reaction speed, and block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to, since this is a beginner she can only do certain things what she can do with the power Attack Prediction her limitations Objects moving at tremendously quick speeds may be too difficult to dodge. backstory Vittoria took Father up to his hip if she stood on her tiptoes, and this was a game she amused herself with even then, in the grave solemnity of night. “Vittoria.” Father knelt down so she was as tall as him, and she instantly dropped down to the flats of her feet. “You know Ma isn’t coming back, right?” Vittoria nodded; they’d been waiting for Ma with what charred pieces they could save from their home for long enough for her to have realized the same thing Father had. Father put a hand on her head. “I am sorry,” he murmured. Vittoria was sorry, too, and she spent the long weeks of Father’s mourning wishing she could have saved Ma. Wishing she could have taken Ma into the dark hiding spaces she found that her parents could not get to, for reasons she didn’t understand. Wishing she’d hugged Ma more. Kissed her more. Said thank you for the pretty doll that had ended up burning in their house. Ma gone was a hole in her life that was second only to the cavern in Father’s life that she could witness swallowing him whole as he barely existed around her. Vittoria left Father alone and retreated more and more into her dark world, learning to make closer friends with the shadows all around her. One day, unexpectedly, he came searching for her when she was playing with the darkness and calling her name distracted her. The unraveling was something explosive, and she cannot remember what she did only that it hurt and everything was black and then there was Father holding her as he had been in the murky almost-gone memories of years before. “Are you staying with me, my darling?” His eyes were not clouded by alcohol; even through the pounding of her head, she could see this. It made her surprised. Father laughed shakily when she cuddled close. “I was scared you were going to join your Ma.” She cried because he was crying; because Ma was gone, and she hadn’t stopped them from hurting her; because Father cried because of Ma and because of her; because she’d thought of darkness as her friend and it had hurt her, too. “No, you are not going anywhere, Vittoria. Just like you didn’t leave me in those horrible days back then.” Father tenderly kissed the little crescent moon that marked the inside of her left index finger. Then he took her face in her hands and looked at her intently. “You, I think, will be death’s helper and friend before you go to be with him. Wena Khalifa.” None of it made sense to her then, least of all the strange words spoken in a language she didn’t understand but that made the hairs on her arms stand on end. And then, three days later, Father sat her down and said, “Before I met Ma, I was somebody different. For a while, my soul was very content to be ruled by her. But she is no longer around, and I must return to what I was created and birthed to do; I must return to the ruler my soul longs to be ruled by. If I do not, I will live an empty life, as you have seen me doing.” Father looked at her, adoring and grave at the same time. Vittoria would never forget that look. “And I must teach you that life as well.” She was handed her first knife. **** Vittoria’s hands were sticky with blood; human, and not an animal for the first time. Father took some of the blood and smeared it in patterns along her newly-shaved head. Later, the dried blood would be replaced with ink. She would finally be one of the balance-bringers; she would finally be marked with no way to escape. “Vittoria. The last part, please.” Rule four: whenever you kill, always pay the departed soul the respect it deserved. The words were unfamiliar, in a language nobody spoke anymore and few even knew about. But Father had pressed them from her tongue enough times that she was easily able to kneel before the man with the eyes open that now saw nothing and repeat the phrase she would say many times over in her head or out loud from that moment forward. “Wena akhalipha.” You are brave. “Kodwa mna liphile.” But I am braver. “Enkosi uzinikela imela yam.” Thank you for giving yourself to my knife. **** Rule three: proved the most difficult to follow. There were causes all around Vittoria – war on magic, house feuds, religions grappling for dominance, fear-killing. She killed for money when she needed food or to make sure her skills were not rusty, but although she gave them her prowess she gave none of them her loyalty. All of them, she learned far too early on, were not people she could hand her knife to; whom she could be loyal to and who she could trust would be loyal to her in return. She remained death’s friend and found friends in nobody else. Vittoria learned more signs, learned more skills, learned to speak to the shadows in a language that did not have words, and she followed causes to places and left them at her own desire. It seemed that Father had died too young – he had not had time to help her learn the signs that would tell her what she was looking for; how to recognise the soul that was meant to rule her life. She was death’s friend, but she was not doing a good job of it. The blood on her hands felt dirty and weak, and she smelled it when she ate the food the kill brought her misc None | roleplayer info ☆ NAME Vittoria ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 5 years ☆ TIMEZONE EsT ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE 19 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS n/a for know ☆ FACE CLAIM Rhona from Witcher ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO vittoria. DO NOT STEAL. |
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