tired of my words.
Do you still recognize the man in the mirror?
Stationed slightly over average height, Antonio reaches 5’11” with a relatively lean body disposition. As a former soldier, Antonio maintains these lean muscles since after years of training, ceasing the habit was near impossible. His body is slender, any form of the muscle being easily hidden beneath his clothing. While containing a fair amount of physical capability, Antonio is nowhere near intense with his strength. Rather, his physical strengths are better placed in speed and reaction time as opposed to powerful blows and overpowering his opponents. His complexion is fair coloured, but flawed. Paler coloured marks coat his knuckles from years of swordsmanship training. Similarly, his hands are well-calloused from his combat training. Across his torso are scars long faded from history and are nothing of significance, rather being marks caused by years of work in the Assembly.
A face composed of relatively sharpened angles, Antonio has a defined face. His cheeks settled high upon his face and leads down into a sharp jawline and pointed chin with a subtle curve. His chin has slight stubble across his chin of a blonde colour. Obscured by hat’s shadow is a pair of emerald coloured eyes shining brilliantly from the dark. They have a guarded nature to them, hiding any forms of emotions before they leak through. From his hat sprouts semi-long blonde locks ending at the nape of his neck. These blonde locks are thick and soft to the touch and because of the length, Antonio sometimes braids or ties back his hair with elastics. At times his hair will drift into his eyes with wispy strands.
A fan of basic clothing, Antonio prefers solid colours or basic patterns. Rarely does he wear graphic t-shirts or anything overly complicated. This being said, his clothes are specially designed to suit his wings when sprouted. There is a special system of fasteners to adjust for his wings, thus slits are in the back of his clothes with a light, cape-like overlay to keep his back warm should the day be frigid. The style of his shirts allows him to manifest his wings through the slits. He regularly wears sweatpants and avoids pants that restrict movements. This similarly operates with any other articles of clothes. When manifested, his wings appear a grim black colour.
Oh, how far you came from those white signals of supposed innocence.
Thoughts once cultivated by indoctrination but freed from revelations, Antonio despite his considerably younger years for an immortal is a wise soul. Through his experiences, he learned and allowed each moment to educate him. After the exploits of his escape from his circumstance, Antonio emits a calming air. Frequently, he can be viewed in a content bliss, sipping on black tea and enjoying the sunlight. Since the alterations in his path to protect his adoptive son, Mitch, Ant has long resigned himself to the serenity of life away from the battlefield, at least for the most part. As a ward medic, he finds he receives enough taste of action to satisfy the minimal need for excitement. Hand in hand with his turn of life, Antonio walks a defined, moralistic path. Determined to prove a better role-model than his son’s previous father and wishing to make up for the mistakes of his youth, he maintains wishes to obey the law and avoid the pits of darkness he was once stuck in. As he steps further into the lighter path, Antonio has become a quiet, reserved and private person. He keeps to himself and is hesitant to reveal things that are not obvious facts or information. Thus he maintains a certain quietness with a willingness to profess his own sins.
Sparking from his experiences with the Assembly and twisted beliefs, Antonio does maintain a sense of skepticism. The plunge into his former beliefs in the Assembly of Phantoms taught him the sensibility order to push himself into becoming a better individual. This subsequently led to Antonio exhibiting more benevolent and amiable traits to accompany his wishes for improvement. His desire to assist others outweighs his self-value. This leads to Antonio being a faultful altruistic conquered with firm beliefs of others having to come first before himself. After the sins accomplished by his bloodied hands and blackened wings, he does things for others rather than himself, making him aimless with goals of his own. Further fueled by his consistent repentance, Antonio is a man of regrets and heavy beliefs in change still being necessary. Each step is never enough to undo the damages accomplished by his Assembly days. He has vocalized his disdain for the actions he accomplished in his youth because of this while he was indoctrinated and given little option, he understands it does not change the actions taken in that time. There was an eventual time of escape that was untaken while in the depths of his despair, and he does consider this something he must make up for.
While this makes him steadily dutiful in work practices of the ward alongside his duties as the dorm master, this does cause him additional strife. At times, Antonio characterizes a sense of extreme independence where he struggles to accept assistance from others. Rather, he accepts the struggles that come with it with a steely strive and heavy beliefs of undeserving of those aspects. He does maintain a comprehension of being unable to do everything himself, but regularly only accepts the assistance if not involves others being in detriment from those actions. Though, these factors all heft themselves onto Antonio’s shoulders, leading to an intense sense of self-critic. Despite usefulness in certain circumstances, Antonio maintains these to critical lengths of struggling to accept his own work and actions as good enough for mending those former ties. Additionally pressuring Antonio is a perfectionist’s wishes sparred on by his self-critical attitude. He believes anything lesser from himself to be deplorable given the actions of his past. Without heavy belief in his own needs and his self-critical nature stacked upon it, Antonio became a master in masking his mode. He is difficult to read properly, frequently disguising himself as happy in sadder moments when it is appropriate. While these cracks arrive in moments of mutual sadness between himself and another, his personal sorrows are swept under the rug and pretend to not exist.
The years of his soldier work for the Assembly has resulted in Antonio being an alert and courageous man. Capable of standing his ground against others, he manages to maintain a protective attitude to those he cares about. This is amplified since he rescued his adoptive son, Mitchell, who he has proven time and time again to be protective of. Many would be quick to notice how Antonio’s life heavily revolves around raising the child and assuring the best future for him. At times, he even is known for stating the ideology of living for his son more than anything else. This even prompted his occupation in the ward of the TRS to avoid the dangers of fieldwork. Due to caring for a child ridden with the misfortunes of trauma, Antonio has become hesitant with words and cautious in action. He treads carefully to avoid hindering his son. Though, this has caused Antonio to become an immensely patient person to others and even develop a sense of understanding. Through parenting Mitch, Antonio has pushed himself to become the reliable parental figure the young boy needs. He wishes to give Mitch the best life possible, thus his steely determination drives him further down this goal.
Amidst darkness you were light, until the black crept over your shoulders.
Minor Light Manipulation -- Mastered
The ability to manipulate light, however, is limited to small shields, striker attacks and bright “flash bangs”. Originally more powerful during the illusions of heroism, Antonio’s light manipulation is nowadays only capable of minor feats. Specifically, Antonio can forge small needles of darkness to fire at others, however, he cannot create weapons or accomplish large-form manipulation. In tandem with these facts, Antonio can only make relatively small shields to defend himself. These shields similarly have minimal durability, Antonio regularly only risking a pair of hits. One strong hit can be blocked, but if forced on, the shield will break. Most commonly, Antonio uses this ability as flash bangs to stun his opponents. He can make quick, bright flashes of light to hurt the eyes of others. Should it be dark out, Antonio has to expel a lot of energy into creation because of his weakened light manipulation. Extensive manipulation will tire him over time and make him require rest.
Minor Darkness Manipulation -- Intermediate
The ability to manipulate darkness, however, is limited to small shields, striker attacks and quick-fading smokes of darkness. The phase from light to darkness has resulted in the gaining of Antonio’s minor darkness manipulation. However, because of gaining this later in life and his existent proficiency in minor light manipulation, darkness has been left untouched for the most part. At most, Antonio can create small needles capable of attacking and causing minimal pain. If anything, his minor darkness manipulation can be used to slow others down, however, in nightfall he is a little more capable, allowing him to make small shields. His minor darkness manipulation causes him to tire quicker because of his lack of proficiency.
Blessings -- Mastered
The ability to bestow blessings onto others to assist them. Formerly a power used through his years of being a soldier. Due to having blessings, Antonio is capable of accomplishing minimal enhancements to: strength, speed, energy, safety, endurance, sympathy and positive moods. While his previous enhancements have assisted in waging on the fights when he worked alongside others, they have become underused since his leave. He can still tactically bless others to assist them, however, it was always an extremely mild enhancement. For example, in a foot race, if the competitors were evenly matched the one blessed could narrowly win. Though, because of the recent changes to his life, Antonio has extensively used his blessings to calm his son as an additional soothant. Using his blessings does cause his energy to dissipate over time, additionally, Antonio must have direct contact with the individual.
Hexes -- Advanced
The ability to access magic via drawing chalk and/or blood hex circles. An ability learned because of the useful implications such as healing. The hexes Antonio has access to are: summoning, healing, disguise, sight and teleportation. As it currently stands, Antonio’s summoning and disguise hexes are unused. Summoning being among the worse with extremely limited capabilities with his disguise hexes. These disguise hexes are used sparingly, regularly being a method to blend in during sketchy situations, however, they are unused for the most part nowadays. Regularly, sight hexes are used for their viewing capabilities and became a method to check on his son, Mitch, to assure his health. Future sight is something incapable for Antonio’s sight hexes and is unused through those methods. Teleportation is accomplished as a quick travel method to see his son or to head home after work in order to assure his son’s health. Finally, with the use of blood, Antonio can create healing hexes and these have long become his most important hexes. He has exercised his healing hexes extensively in order to assist more in the world. He can heal approximately 6 people with a single hex to complete healing. He can heal severe wounds to minor wounds, however, if the number goes beyond 6 he is unable to heal them completely. His hexes do over time tire him out.
Wing Manifestation -- Mastered
The ability to manifest wings. Despite their descent to black because of his sins, Antonio willingly manifests them. He considers it a trait worth bearing to remember the negatives accomplished in his youth. Thus, Antonio’s wing manifestation remains a powerful beast. Smoothly and painlessly, Antonio’s black wings can manifest from his back and are large enough to allow Antonio to fly. He can fly at speeds faster than running and additionally can capably weave through obstacles because of his training. Due to his training, it takes 20 seconds for his wings to manifest. When his wings are injured severely, they cannot be summoned and Antonio will experience stiffness and soreness in his back until the time passes of their healing.
Naturals: Fire Immunity, Electricity Immunity, Immortality
Trigger Warnings: Mention of Child Abuse
You truly thought those wings would be pristine as snow after a fresh fall.
Indoctrination. Birthed into Aria Village, a location conquered by the Assembly of Phantoms since the late 1800s, a destiny existed in the framework. A spiral hypnotizing keen eyes, transfixing them into beliefs set by the conquerors of the village. Perched atop a village’s fictional throne, the Assembly of Phantoms ruled them with an iron fist. The belief was inevitable as their words infected the young couple of Julius and Petunia Gravisk. Their youth manifested rose-tinted glasses as fantasized futures filled their youthful minds. A promised world of positivity and prosperity motivating their entrance into the Assembly of Phantoms. They were soldiers, skillful and powerful by rite. Angels with magnificent white wings with minds believing a justified cause. Those values later translated to a growing womb and soon a hyper, bustling child in their life.
Antonio Gravisk, born on April 21st to his Assembly parents was a child set with a destiny. The initial steps of life would be greeted with endless praising of the malicious organization, alas, Antonio believed otherwise. Starred as heroes and praised as martyrs, Antonio’s world featured the normalization of those beliefs and furthermore the pedestalling of them. The manner his eyes shone as his parents retold the tales of heroism and magnificence. They coloured the halls of his youth with thoughts of the Assembly of Phantoms possessing all that was correct and holding the world’s ideals closed to heart. A youth plagued and infected with those beliefs and forced into a circumstance of indoctrination. A fact unknown, it kept him striding with plans of a future proposed by his family. As expected of those in the village of Aria, he would be taught the importance of their fight without the alternative representative. They wanted to raise their army from a young age.
In school, Antonio was taught the significance of the Assembly of Phantoms, but never the opinions of the opposed. Provided a single side to believe in, the young boy’s eyes would glitter at the opportunity to gaze upon their scriptures. A gospel exhibited in the daily school system and in the hearts of others. The Assembly of Phantoms was the only method, the only way. As a child, he thought his parents could accomplish no wrong. Never would they lead him astray, and he believed that wholeheartedly. Alas, with the Assembly of Phantoms, Antonio bore the rose-tinted glasses. In the child’s eyes, the Assembly meant everything meaningful and there could never be a possible downside. Everything about the Assembly was taught as gold-tinted and superior, thus he believed it all. He fell into the depths of their beliefs, swallowed whole and struggled to believe anything bad.
In school, Antonio was considered a student of excellence, though, he never noticed the bullying in the background or blatant discrimination. He grew up with those concepts as norms visualized in life. Thus, he merely progressed unhindered by the environment he long grew up in. As far as the child was aware, everything was progressing to standards. He has excellent grades and over time, was preparing for graduation with his wings gliding on his parents’ pride. As the last year arrived, Antonio learned combat as his intentions to join as an Assembly of Phantoms soldier. A young man who carried those beliefs upon his breast without a second thought. The Assembly of Phantoms was the cause he believed, the truth evident in their ways, in his raising! Though never did he know the darkness lurking under the mask of rose tinted glasses, and he never knew. They would never inform him of the evils lurking inside his prized organization, leaving the man to his stubborn beliefs.
At 18, Antonio officially became a soldier for the Assembly of Phantoms to the happiness of his parents. His acceptance brought forth a white-winged force of peril upon the Terror Response Syndicate. A sword in his hands, purchased cursed and a despicable weapon held by their opponent. When first handed the sword, he believed it merely a necessary evil to assure the victory of the Assembly of Phantoms. Curses assured the deaths of those who fought against the correct cause, the right path, the true choice. The requirement to assure victory was there, and honours be damned if it meant the gospels spoken by Zeredah conquered. Thus he fought, killed and battered anybody who stood in the path of the Assembly. He was known for preaching the beliefs of the Assembly of Phantoms with intense courage and a willingness to change hearts. He wanted others to accept those valuable words he took to his soul.
Perhaps one too thrown into the faith, people heard the drabble plenty about his favouring of the Assembly of Phantoms. In fights, he spoke about it, his loyalty, the everything he gave to Zeredah and the people who followed her. A man blatant in his beliefs and treasures, someone determined to change the world into something he considered righteous... Many would consider his paths wrong, a failure of a momentous calibre... Alas, everybody believes their cause to be the magnus opus, the requirement to assure peace can reign finally. During his years in the Assembly of Phantoms, Antonio thoroughly believed everything he accomplished was for the divinity of the upcoming future. His friends fought for it and his parents fought for it, thus he never thought a thing wrong. How could anything be wrong after all? Everybody followed her words without a second thought, and he wished to be a convoy of Zeredah’s words and teachings, he made it obvious.
Bathed in the alleged righteous glory of Zeredah, Antonio made efforts for the Assembly of Phantoms. A soldier capable of killing others without a second thought for her words, her beliefs. He shared the teachings and at times basked in the sharing of mutual beliefs with friends. One of his friends, a boogeyman, became a man close to the young adult. A man with a son who Antonio inevitably noticed and enjoyed observing. Though little had the man known the darkness in the child he referred to as Junior at the time. He believed the child named after his father, unknown in age, but recognized by Antonio. In those years he witnessed a child of muted emotions, believing perhaps the kid merely held a nasty sense of shyness. Perhaps if he looked a little closer he would have seen the shadows lurking. The claws menacingly grasping the shoulders of a child he knew in passing.
In his late 20s, Antonio would receive the deserved honours for the seeds he reaped. He thought himself a hero, believing the small grouping would be a celebration promoting those characteristics. They enjoyed a nice supper, a sharing of words as congratulations for the century of excellent service. The smile lighting his face was strong and powerful as his faith pulsated through his veins and thoughts insisted on him doing the right thing; everything he did was for the Assembly of Phantoms’ goals. They were the reason he lived and breathed, it was the cause he was taught into. A child grown and prepared to thoroughly listen to the beliefs and ideals of the Assembly. At one moment, they gestured for his rise and he followed, excited and proud. The words loud and booming and his smile infinite as they brought of an prestige of an alias… then he heard it.
Angel of Death.
A term regularly bestowed onto doctors who killed their patients. A person who’s supposed white words masked the depths of their sins and depravity. For a villain masquerading as hero. A deception. Had he never noticed it before? As he faked an appreciative smile and mumbled out a thank you, his head ran through many thoughts. How many of them had these “cherished” aliases? His dark alias became the cruel wake up call slamming into Antonio similar to a truck. In the aftermath of his given name, Antonio stood a different man, a man questioning his faith to the Assembly and his morals. Endless inquiries fluttered through his mind, suffocating as he entered the realm of realization. They muddled his heads, darkening his thoughts and making him wonder if he was a good person... Was he truly the hero? The man who stood against the dark? Or did he allow the shadows to infect his heart?
Those thoughts suffocated him as he entered his home alone, each thought swirling. He spent time alone, contemplating his actions and thinking about the things he did. The families he tore apart, the people he killed and lives he ruined for the overarching segregation gospel spoken from Zeredah’s lips. The opposing side wished to reconnect everyone and had an influx of supporters on the daily. The Terror Response Syndicate was revered in excellence, while they were viewed with evil. He thought it merely a circumstance of people being unaware of what they required, of what would save them. Yet the longer he pondered his notions of righteous, the further his faith fell from the graces... There was no justification, the TRS providing the things the world required while he was an Angel of Death. A figure lurking in shadows, claiming lives without a hesitance. How was he the hero? He remembered how his heart felt hollow and his eyes widened before the thought was shoved away... he was scared to believe it.
Through the coming months he feigned his belief, preaching a faith he no longer believed in. Yet, in his time, the man contemplated seemingly endlessly as he proceeded in the mission he was indoctrinated though. However, in his questioning, Antonio began delving into curiosities about the other side’s truths and realities. Why had he never spared a glance? Gained a sense of skepticism over the actions committed by his hand? Every new piece of information condemned him further into the depths of his realization and cracked the rose tinted glasses he wore. Over the years, Antonio attempted to push it all away, bottle up and not bear the crushing reality of his actions. Though inevitably, the realizations only haunted them more, entering Antonio into a circumstance of drowning. He wondered himself as good, his morals questions to the highest degree the longer he heard the dreaded alias. Everything he did for the years was wrong, everything he worked for, inmoral in action.
The depths of his realization hit him in the aftermaths of a grand battle. Himself and a teammate approached the blooded mess to assist their struggling colleagues. Angels were renowned for their healing capabilities, creatures to serve others. Thus, when the first injured was greeted with their approach, he was demanded to start the process. His hands touched the wounds, blood seeping between his fingers as the man attempted to assist. His focus entered that line, his eyes shutting, yet, not a sense of magic entered his fingers. Quickly, his eyes struck open in shock as his partner shouted about his failures. He remembered being uncertain about the reasons behind his failure, how he was tugged off for not trying as the proper medic attempted her occupation. His eyes fell upon his blooded hands as his thoughts churned. Then his thoughts landed, and in a moment of seeking proof, his focus shifted. Abruptly came the sickeningly black wings, a proof of having fallen from grace.
Horror entered his heart upon witnessing falling white feathers with flickers of black clinging to his spawned wings. In his contemplations, Antonio’s faith and morals were interrogated, bringing forth seemingly endless revelations. Every beat a shaking step as Antonio laid witnessed to the prided innocence of an angel ripped from him; exchanged for sin. He bore the mark of his actions, a true angel of death with the darkened wings and everything. The inevitable fall of Antonio Gravisk was an unforeseen occurrence for many and as he was plucked from the aftermath that day, his thoughts churned. He was no longer a convoy of light and innocence, his wings were proof to the notion. Falling from grace suffocated Antonio as the waves crashed over him. First the informing moniker then second arrived his wings turning the oily black of a sinner. He despised the notion, however, there would be no returning to the angelic whites.
In the aftermath of his wings changing, Antonio’s parents started to become more distant. Black in angelic culture was a detractor and it became evident as a mid-thirties Antonio was seemingly rejected by the parents he cared for extensively. Nonetheless, a man sinned clung to hopes his parents would eventually accept him once again. Yet, as he dove further into the depths of realization, Antonio became somewhat depressive in nature. Centuries of life were invested towards the Assembly of Phantoms to discover his judgements were flawed. Hidden in his actions were the truths of his moral alignment. He was a villain, working in the cogs of evil to obliterate a world that merely wanted to tighten the bonds between species groups. Zeredah’s gospel was never one holding good intentions, rather, it was an omen for the sole purpose of her power and to create separation. Those thoughts kept the fallen angel up for evenings as a time, yet, he spoke the words he was tired of and feigned his complete loyalty and faith.
After his fall, Antonio feigned the face of contentment with his life. Merely informing those around him that he fell due to other means; specifically the instances of failure that plagued his missions. Alas, leaving the Assembly in light of his revelations was a difficult thought to bear for the young man. Everything he knew was here, from friends and family to acquaintances, even if some abandoned him with the changing of wings. Aria Village and the Assembly of Phantoms represented familiarity and comradery, and without it, Antonio would be forced to bear the crashing weight alone. He became an Angel of Death carrying out his work for their sakes rather than his own. He was planted here without option and desired to stick by those he knew and cared about for the time. All he had left was with the people he maintained his care for, thus why not continue their happiness and pride despite his fall from grace? Little had he known the deepness of those darkened pits until his anonymous friend began showing distasteful colours.
The father of Junior was an anonymous member with an identity known to few, Antonio being among those few. In the circumstance of his fall, the pair became increasingly close, often having tea together in his home. Though, it would be among these visits that Antonio would discover how horrific the Assembly of Phantoms was. On these visits, Antonio witnessed a horror accepted by those in Aria Village. The sounds of insults leaving a father’s lips as he reached to hit his son. The fallen angel remembered getting in the way and grabbing his arm, telling him to stop. Though when he stopped the enraged father, he heard the son’s feeble voice state how he deserved. The sheer mention of those words hung in Antonio’s mind and as the discussion continued... he realized the Assembly condoned this treatment on children of all people. Innocent beings who required nurturing to grow up and live healthy, fulfilling lives without hindrance. It disgusted the blond to unspeakable lengths, yet, he was forced aside and appalled. Yet, his thoughts churned and a resolve similar to no other entered his mind as his heart and soul won against familiarity.
In the coming weeks, Antonio reconnected with Junior's father to degrees that would assure a brief moment alone with his son. When the man left the room to fetch something, the opportunity presented itself. Softly, Antonio told the young boy he would be coming to take him away from here the following evening. It presented enough time for preparation and he hoped the precursor warning would allow him to sneak in with stealth and leave the area unknown. He knew now he could no longer remain conditioned to stay inside the Assembly for others, not with the provided information. Thus in the evening hours after he left, Antonio packed what could fit inside his pockets. A few essentials, such as snacks and water, but nothing that would weigh him down heavily. In his escape, the requirements stuck to his mind similar to glue, though after years of accepting his actions, the time would arrive to accept the consequences. Then the following evening, he donned black garbs and returned to the manor to fetch the damaged child. For a moment he breathed, preparing himself for potential, impending struggles and escape.
The turning of guards allowed the black-winged man to start his plans. A simple drawing of chalk across the hard ground allowed the man’s entrance. In the room, he appeared, moonlight drenching over his winged back and his eyes scanning the area. He arrived at the child’s side to lead him back in hopes of drawing another hex. Alas, before the grand escape could arrive, the door opened as the around the clock check ins arrived. In haste, Antonio had pushed Junior behind him, his black wings stretching out defensively as his friend questioned his presence in anger. His hand reached for the cursed sword, the Angel of Death’s eyes locking on the man as he proclaimed his lack of faith. Nothing mattered anymore, and if a single preaching could infect their hearts with uncertainty, Antonio would use it to his advantage. With his announcement of no longer believing the Assembly’s wishes, a fight inevitably broke out. Every action committed by Antonio became to protect the child he swore to take away.
Impending guards were rushing to their location on command, and despite his cursed blade being somewhat of an advantage, staying long was out of the options. Thus in a moment's notice, Antonio brought his wings high to shield the child before creating a bright ball of light to blind the father. Within moments he whipped around, throwing solid light at the window. Upon its breaking he whipped away some of the glass and got Junior to leave the room before following there after. In moments, Antonio’s thoughts churned and soon he got the tall child to embrace, his own arms wrapping around him. The light-weight kid was relatively easy to carry, to Antonio’s concern, however with limited time he moved quickly to the roof's edge and moments later his wings would carry himself and the child from the sight of horror. For a time they would fly, Antonio fighting off any sleepiness to carry them closer and closer to their only haven, Lorsette.
A trade of information for protection, for the Terror Response Syndicate was the only thing left to protect them. In the late hours of the evening, Antonio noticed a patrol travelling through the trees of Calico Forest. He landed a ways away and slowly began leading the child towards them. The moment he approached, they were prepared to point their weapons and fight, however, Antonio asked for their wait. He undid the belt containing his sword and threw it aside and raised his hands. From his mouth, he stated, “I left the Assembly, I’m not a threat to you. Just please, help the kid and myself and I will give you all the information I have.” The shock arrived on their faces as they approached quickly. He shared soothing words to Junior, coaxing the notion that everything would be alright. As the cuffs were slapped upon his wrists, Antonio went with the Terror Response Syndicate peacefully, his surrender sending echoes through the agency.
During his captivity, Antonio Gravisk, the Angel of Death, gave the Terror Response Syndicate everything he knew, including the true identity of the child’s father rather than the alias that was only known at the time. If he knew something, he provided it, giving even outlines to plans and advice to stay sharp given his known betrayal. At times, he answered some questions about Junior, informing them he arrived from an abhorrent household and only trusted him. Thus, as his interrogation started closing and the information was verified, Antonio was requested to sit with Junior during his. There, Antonio learned further about the depths of the child’s abuse. The abhorrent details made him realize the many ways he could have noticed the horrors. A child without a name only known by insults, it hurt his heart. Nonetheless, he stuck by him, focusing on the child rather than anyone or anything else. In the aftermath of the interrogation, Antonio was given freedom to care for the child.
With that, Antonio signed up to join the TRS to pay his dues while making a deal to operate as a dorm watcher in exchange for housing. Once comfortable, he printed off lists of names, a smile upon his face as he approached his son. Together, they went through everything, his child getting the opportunity to pick a name from the lists. From that day on, they got everything registered with Antonio being the child’s father and the child officially going by Mitchell Gravisk, or Mitch for short. His eyes were entirely focused on the child that gave him the courage to leave, his mind picking choices for Mitch. He registered Mitch in special education to assist with the child learning at a pace most suitable for one who is behind. As it currently stands, Antonio has acted as Mitch’s father for a year and completed his education in ward medicine. He fixates on bettering Mitch’s life and works towards perhaps one day moving out.
Mentor: Nuka Nylund
Likes: Children, tea, reading, calm music, snow, rain, gardening, helping others, spending time with Mitch, helping others, conversations, night, stargazing, nature walks, birds, butterflies, gossip, baking, peanut butter cups
Dislikes: The Assembly, falsified heroes, glorifying war, fighting, weapons, fast food, rude jokes, violent movies/shows, horror genres, overly complicated games, green tea, energy drinks, cigarettes, alcohol
Fears: Returning to the Assembly, torture, walking past that line, Mitch getting taken
- His Assembly of Phantoms alias was “Angel of Death”. He despised the renown because of his dark connotations. However, it was what allowed him to see the error of his ways. This being said, he has a bad reaction to being called “Angel of Death” in present times.
- He is the adopted father of Mitchell Gravis. He promised to protect him and swore himself to the cause. It gives him purpose and makes him happy.
- Antonio loves calming music and regularly listens to piano and guitar music.
- He often goes by Ant for short.
- Watching snow or rainfall is very therapeutic for Antonio. He will watch it for hours with a hot cup of tea.
- Due to his past, Antonio does feel uncomfortable around weapons and dislikes fighting. Nonetheless, he does these as required despite his preferences for peace. This is also among the reasons he decided to become a ward medic besides wishing to have a safer job to avoid Mitch worrying.
- Despite retiring from being a soldier and on the field entirely, Antonio still has very good instincts and reaction times. This has assisted him in the ward by making him already adjusted to handling panic and tense situations.
- Antonio currently lives in the TRS dorms and acts as a dorm master. He does this because of how much he needs to support Mitch, particularly with affording his special education.
- Inspiration for Antonio’s history came from Sing to Me by Missio.
☆ RP EXPERIENCE
about 9 years
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