Post by SilentCallings on Aug 23, 2013 22:59:08 GMT -5
ANGELO D'MARCO
» ALL THE OTHER KIDS WITH THE PUMPED UP KICKS ;
GENDER: Male.
AGE: 1,500 Years Old. [Approximately 14-16 in human years]
SPECIES: Sangreto.
HOMEWORLD: Nochenegro.
AFFILIATION/JOB: Advisor.Alex's lap dog /shot
APPEARANCE:Standing twenty two feet in height, Angelo is slightly taller than the rest of his species, most of this made up by long legs and a spindly neck, almond-shaped head containing no features other than those lifeless and empty eye sockets. As is common with the Sangreto, he practically holds no weight, able to jump great distances due to this, as if he is a feather floating along in the wind, hoping and dreaming for anything, anyone, to hold him down from getting too far. Because once you are lost, you never return the same. His skin is a horrid ebony, the darkest of blacks, flesh like leather, and contains all sorts of scars that just show the paper-thin bones beneath, veins filled with tar blood shown to the world, as if you could just snip them in half with scissors without any obstacles. It is customary with his species to have at least one unnaturally bent body part to be able to decipher members of their race from one another, and his was received at a ripe age of ten years, practically still a defenseless baby. His neck is bent right in the middle, as if the bone itself had snapped, such a sharp angle so that his upper neck and head lie horizontally, altering his vision and making him see the world sideways. But seeing as how he is seen as one of the more advanced specimen of his race, the male is able to occasionally snap his neck back upright, however the effect does not last long, seeing as how blood starts pouring out of his eyes when it stays like that for more than a few hours at a time. His arms are approximately fifteen feet long, barely skimming past his hips when taking into account just how lanky his legs are, and those said hips jut out just like his bony ribs, appearing emaciated and sickly when he is actually in his prime. As is expected, the Sangreto has sharp teeth, just like a shark in multiple rows, though seeing as he was damned to have no mouth, the only way he can talk is mentally with those he is bonded with, or when the time calls for it, such as the threat of the life of his bonded one, he tears himself a mouth. Literally opening his jaws as hard as he can until the flesh on his face rips open and leaves bloody room for him to properly attack.
» YOU BETTER RUN, FASTER THAN MY BULLET ;
PERSONALITY:
Loyal. The most important thing to any Sangreto is his undying loyalty to the one he is bonded with, and they take such matters extremely seriously, for even a scratch landed on their human means immediate mental punishment on their own, usually sending them into exile and months of depression. Angelo, being one of the more prominent specimen on his planet, their population rather sparse, he has a rather strong sense of loyalty, to a point of fault, where he will defend and side with his bonded human, even if he knows what they are doing is wrong. They could go on a rampage and murder hundreds of innocents and he would help, for he has this sort of pedestal he places them on his mind, as if everything they do is beautiful and explained, no need to question their choices. He can barely make decisions for himself, such as whether or not to take sick leave when he is infected by the diseases passed by other aliens, always having to wait until they send him to his quarters, but even then he likes to sneak out and watch from a distance, that lone spindly figure nearly always seen in the distance. Just like a dog he finds his pride and joy in receiving praise from his human, as if it is the only thing he needs to survive and punishes himself when scolded, as if he has let them down, this ingrown loyalty making him painfully honest and awkward.
Silent. The Sangreto are an extremely intelligent species and as expected it only takes a few days for them to have a rather experienced grasp of a language, though the majority of the time they prefer to speak in their own ancient tongue, the words of the human much too tainted for them, as if it is made up of lies and dishonesty. They are a social bunch when in groups of their own that they feel close to, but Angelo is an exception, ever since he was just a little youth he had never truly felt the need to socialize with the other born creatures, just keeping to himself and practicing to hone his skills, from reading to combat. As an adult Sangreto, this was when the male started to open up slightly, though it was at this age where he went to the shaman and was damned to live with no mouth, the skin rapidly growing until there was no longer any portal for him to chat. As such he either had to choose to repeatedly tear at his mouth to talk or use his mental communication, which took centuries for him to perfect, and even then he doesn't like to speak without permission or purpose, usually only his human hearing the true speech of the withdrawn Sangreto brute. He often comes off as rude because of this, though once someone gets to know him they learn to read his body language as an easier way of knowing what he's trying to say, and in turn he adapts to their physical quirks as well.
Trigger. As with every alien species in this universe, there is something known as a trigger that sets them off into a blinding rampage. Angelo's is the endangerment of a precious human. He is known to turn from the normally docile assistant to a furious terror, those long fingers never hesitating to tear into the enemy, rip them limb from limb and the only thing that ever keeps him from truly going ballistic is the command of his human. If they tell him to stop, he will do so with no hesitation, but he is known to hold grudges for extremely long periods of time, and if this were to be reversed, if another creature chose to attack him instead, Angelo really doesn't do much, just stands there and takes the blows until his bonded master tells him to defend himself, truly wired into their mind to just please them. Afraid of thinking for himself, that's all that makes up this male.
Purpose. Angelo's purpose upon this universe is to uncover the secrets of his species, find the sacred stone that will keep their environment alive for it is starting to decline due to the constant landing of ships on the surface, which affects the flourishing nature below the rocky land. By doing so he will redeem himself and possibly get his mouth returned if he manages to accomplish this before the shaman passes on, so he can undo his curse, for if he dies then there is no chance of reversing the magic. As is expected the other purpose of the Sangreto is to repay his debt to his bonded human for saving him and only until then will his blood turn red, the one color that all of his species long to see running through their veins. These two goals twine together to form his one true purpose, live to serve and keep his human alive.
» HE'LL LOOK AROUND, WON'T TELL YOU HIS PLAN ;
HISTORY:
Angelo was born as one of the first natural bred Sangreto on the planet of Nochenegro, his ancient parents having been one of the first placed in the universe and once the little creature had been born along with many other children, that was when their culture truly began to flourish, the occasional stray Sangreto finding its way back home and giving more opportunities for breeding. Seeing as how this species lived for so long having children within a small period of time was not necessary, and really only one heir per family was required to keep their blood flowing. This brute always secluded himself in a corner, studying hard and training so that he would be a perfect candidate for the expedition team that tended to explore Earth itself, a place he always wanted to visit. As he grew into the years one would claim as the adolescence and teenage time section he actually started trying to socialize with others his age, and it started out well enough, until he got a bit too confident.
The Sangreto had been trying to make a good impression on some of the other males, and that was when it backfired on him, speaking ill of their kind's shaman, who never took even a lick of respect, and as repent for his actions, the spiritual soul cast a curse upon the innocent and youthful alien. His mouth rapidly started disappearing as more black flesh grew over his jagged teeth and lips, leaving him without a mouth, the only manner to speak being to painfully tear at the covering until he had an opening. This sent him back to being a recluse, that lack of a mouth making him the black sheep of their kind, so he spent most of his time training once again, as well as holing away in the libraries of their kind, mainly just tons of scrolls, and studying constantly about everything he could.
He also started to practice his mental state, finally honing the ability to mentally communicate with others, in such a way that he wouldn't have to physically maim himself, though it did leave room for him to lose lots of energy, so he just started getting used to being a silent soul. As time went on once more and he became a young adult, probably around 1,400 years of age, the species noticed how advanced he was due to never fooling around, and sent him with the other specialized Sangreto on a mission to earth to learn about the interesting creatures.
When he had step foot upon the earth it was unlike anything else, and he thrived there, though never could they get too close to the humans, it was too dangerous, much too risky for their kind to be seen, so he tended to stick around the forests and just imitate the tallest of trees. A few of the mortal creatures did notice him though and spread fables about the mysterious and deadly 'No Face', describing his lack of eyeballs and a mouth, despite him never having actually have killed a human on that planet. After the scholars had collected enough information they all went back to Nochenegro, but there was one image that never left the boy's mind. The children.
They were all so pure and kind, soft and fleshy, yet strong in their own sense and at the moment, since he is just lurking around his home planet, he has made it his point to furiously study and document about them, a subject for him to pass the time on. [NOTE: LATER ON ANGELO IS PICKED ON BY ALIENS DUE TO HIS DOCILE NATURE AND ALEX RESCUES HIM, THUS STARTING HIS LOYALTY TO HER AND HER CREW, VARIOUS OTHER THINGS HAPPEN, AWAITING TO BE THREADED AND WRITTEN DOWN. ALSO, IT IS TO BE NOTED THAT THE SANGRETO DO NOT HAVE BIRTH NAMES, THEY ARE ASSIGNED BY THEIR HUMANS.]
» HE'S COMING FOR YOU, YEAH HE'S COMING FOR YOU ;
RP EXAMPLE:
** The bitchy cheerleader was splayed out over her bed, just staring at the ceiling, fingers grasping the sheets so tightly her knuckles were turning white, the material wrinkling as she felt her breath hitching as tears collected prematurely, though never did she let them fall. She could hear the sonorous bickering of her parents downstairs, and not even over things married couples battled over, like cheating and what-not, nope, those selfish creatures were accusing one another of stealing business from their respective companies, threatening to sue one another. This was not family, this was a business partnership in their eyes, two beautiful people coming together only to make an attractive child, but there was no such thing as love in their bond, their noses were too high up to even think of such things. She resisted the urge to clasp her hands over her ears as the screaming and threats got louder, and that was when the shifter finally had enough, standing up and getting off of the bed, grabbing a hoodie from her closet, slipping it over her tank top as she glanced at the mirror whilst darting towards the window. The spoiled queen bee grimaced at herself in that jacket with yoga pants, bunny slippers and her blonde hair tied up in a bun, no make-up marking her face, something she usually considered a sin to be seen without, but she just wanted to go. A single tear was sliding down her cheek without her knowing and as she saw that in the reflection she angrily growled, swiping it away and jumping out the window.
** The slippers she was wearing definitely didn't have the best of traction on them and she nearly tripped and fell to her doom as she tried to walk across the shingles of the second story of the house, though that was when she bit her lip and jumped for the tree, her agility finally useful for something as she smacked soundly against the branch. It was painful for her curvaceous body, letting out a grunt before starting to slowly descend, the soft crunch of the grass a sound of freedom for her as she stuffed her hands in her pocket and started walking through the gates her parents had left open. Instead of the normally bold fashionista strutting through the bustling streets of New Orleans, Kassidy was now the withdrawn, normal girl, staring down at the sidewalk as she silently ignored any staring eyes or drunken advances. She had thought about maybe heading to the Starbucks down the road, get a hot cocoa like what Dyzz is drinking right now and just sit there and watch the cars slowly roll on by through the large crystalline window. But she didn't want to go in there looking like this, they would definitely recognize her as the teen who always came in with her clique and filled the serene silence with their loud gossip, and that was when she frowned, realizing how their constant blabbering of rumors ruined such beautiful tranquility. Ruining perfection.
** Thus the blonde turned off of the stony path and instead trekked upon soft soil that led into the reclusive forest, sighing with relief as she just listened to nature itself, the hushed whispers of wind briskly skirting along the ground, her hazel eyes shining lowly with peace. But she practically jumped three feet in the air when she heard the muffled scream of a man, only for it to be promptly halted with the splashing of water, her heart beating fast as she quietly walked closer, hiding behind a tree near the river, careful not to step on any branches. The left side of her face peeked as she tilted her head to look, watching as a corpse floated down the stream, her fingers gripping the wood even harder, swallowing thickly as she stared at the creature on the bank, frightening yet gorgeous in the silvery moonlight. The ebony tail was slapping the waves that lapped at the sand, and she took a step closer, only to back up against the tree again when she heard the stranger start talking, sobbing actually, and there were so many emotions flaring through the cheerleader. She wanted to be rude, a genuine asshole like she usually was, but she didn't find the cruel energy within her to make this siren feel any worse than she already was, probably because Kassie wanted to feel better on the inside as well. So instead of being disgusted or afraid, the shifter rubbed her covered arms, hiding the sneer that wanted to flash across her face as she sat on the icky sand, totally not approving of her yoga pants getting dirty, but it was alright, not like she was going to a runway show. Instead she stared out at the river, not really making eye contact until a few minutes later, the blonde gingerly reaching a hand out to tuck a piece of that stray lock of long charcoal hair so it wouldn't be falling in the other girl's eyes, stating coldly, the only manner she knew, “Are you lost?” Didn't sirens come from the ocean? Or was that another species… Damn she should've focused in class.
