Name : Vladimir
Age : 24
Eye colour : Bright green
Hair : Rainbow mohawk (naturally black)
Body type : Lithe with some upper-body definition
Nationality : Mexican
Outfits : Lazily punk-esque -- angry slogans, torn off sleeves, lots of black. Studded collar is a necessary addition
Distinguishing features : Jade plugs in both lobes. Three tattoos -- sun on right shoulder, rib cage on outside of left forearm, snake on inside of right forearm
Short personality : Raging douchebag with few redeeming features -- used to have a massive superiority complex, but is now just tired and bitter. Constantly in a shit and hates everyone equally. Easy to goad and disgust, but difficult to force him to lose his temper. Likes to hide his intelligence.
Theme song : Man With No Country (Flogging Molly) // Dividing By Zero (The Offspring)
Deity : Mictlantecuhtli (Aztlanti)
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Though cynical and jaded, Vlad is a good solider -- he does what he's told with minimal arguing, is capable of empathy and sympathy and also smart enough not to waste it on his subjects. What remained of his humanity has been whittled away over the years and he does nothing to pretend otherwise; there's no sense of quiet nobility in his life, not when he knows what the score is like he does. There was no great loss in his past to turn him into such a wanker, he's just really tired of playing equal parts errand boy and babysitter. All he wants is to do his job, sigh a bit, and get out.
Easily irritated, he will argue at the drop of a hat -- he's got no patience for arrogance or stupidity, but enough control that he lives in constant disgust and not constant rage. He might throw his arms up and snarl and groan and roll his eyes, but he won't yell; his only smile is a cold smirk, and his laugh is an unpleasant sound. Often, it's hard to tell if his reactions are genuine, or just some part of a role he thinks he must play.
Few things make him happy; doing petty things for petty reasons is entertaining, but rebellion is a pain. Anarchy looks fun, but makes too much mess he's expected to clean up later on.
In any situation and any group, Vlad is alpha -- this used to be because The Secret made him just better than those around him, but now he's old enough and jaded enough that he just doesn't trust anyone else to get though the day without fucking up. He won't hesitate to remind those under his charge how stupid they are, either, if they dare forget.
He sees no reason to explain himself, and will refuse if it's requested -- but he also expects to be obeyed, and finds the lack of this happening rather frustrating. He won't back down from a challenge if he feels threatened, no matter how stupid it is; luckily, he's extremely skilled, and rarely loses.
He's expected to be a teacher, but he's terrible at it, and when his charges don't pick up the lessons immediately he becomes infuriated at their incompetence. Respect is unnecessary in Vlad's world -- he can accomplish a lot more, a lot easier, through fear.
People irritate him -- they're boring and stupid and a waste of his energy. He'd be happier if they'd just be better than they are, but not as happy as he'd be if they did it away the fuck from him. He's got no interest in making friends and he's never been lonely a day in his life; he won't flirt to get a reaction, and ignores any interest shown towards him. He considers praise to be empty and meaningless, but at a job well done, he might withhold criticism.
By the time he meets Lexi, Vlad has long since embraced his nihilistic tendencies, and fails to get enthusiasm about much at all. He's been around for so long he's seen scions try pretty much everything to make a difference, and all of them ended up in the exact same spot. He's got no love for the pantheons and their war games, but he's also smart enough not to go voicing these opinions and won't be found openly defying his orders; for all the faults with the world they've created, he's certain it would be worse of they weren't there at all.
He seems to take his heritage seriously and keeps in contact with the past, though he does nothing to venerate his father and has nothing to do with blood sacrifices. He has no respect for those who have fallen in battle, and wouldn't be caught dead mourning them for their failures.
In his downtime, Vlad would be happy to just sleep all day. Alone, he tends to wear a blank expression, as opposed to the one of simmering aggravation he chooses in public.
No matter how long it's been, he always looks exactly the same. He's looked like that for a very long time, now.
Easily irritated, he will argue at the drop of a hat -- he's got no patience for arrogance or stupidity, but enough control that he lives in constant disgust and not constant rage. He might throw his arms up and snarl and groan and roll his eyes, but he won't yell; his only smile is a cold smirk, and his laugh is an unpleasant sound. Often, it's hard to tell if his reactions are genuine, or just some part of a role he thinks he must play.
Few things make him happy; doing petty things for petty reasons is entertaining, but rebellion is a pain. Anarchy looks fun, but makes too much mess he's expected to clean up later on.
In any situation and any group, Vlad is alpha -- this used to be because The Secret made him just better than those around him, but now he's old enough and jaded enough that he just doesn't trust anyone else to get though the day without fucking up. He won't hesitate to remind those under his charge how stupid they are, either, if they dare forget.
He sees no reason to explain himself, and will refuse if it's requested -- but he also expects to be obeyed, and finds the lack of this happening rather frustrating. He won't back down from a challenge if he feels threatened, no matter how stupid it is; luckily, he's extremely skilled, and rarely loses.
He's expected to be a teacher, but he's terrible at it, and when his charges don't pick up the lessons immediately he becomes infuriated at their incompetence. Respect is unnecessary in Vlad's world -- he can accomplish a lot more, a lot easier, through fear.
People irritate him -- they're boring and stupid and a waste of his energy. He'd be happier if they'd just be better than they are, but not as happy as he'd be if they did it away the fuck from him. He's got no interest in making friends and he's never been lonely a day in his life; he won't flirt to get a reaction, and ignores any interest shown towards him. He considers praise to be empty and meaningless, but at a job well done, he might withhold criticism.
By the time he meets Lexi, Vlad has long since embraced his nihilistic tendencies, and fails to get enthusiasm about much at all. He's been around for so long he's seen scions try pretty much everything to make a difference, and all of them ended up in the exact same spot. He's got no love for the pantheons and their war games, but he's also smart enough not to go voicing these opinions and won't be found openly defying his orders; for all the faults with the world they've created, he's certain it would be worse of they weren't there at all.
He seems to take his heritage seriously and keeps in contact with the past, though he does nothing to venerate his father and has nothing to do with blood sacrifices. He has no respect for those who have fallen in battle, and wouldn't be caught dead mourning them for their failures.
In his downtime, Vlad would be happy to just sleep all day. Alone, he tends to wear a blank expression, as opposed to the one of simmering aggravation he chooses in public.
No matter how long it's been, he always looks exactly the same. He's looked like that for a very long time, now.
The best at literally everything, Vlad doesn't hesitate to make this known -- he's the fastest, the most agile, the strongest, and has the greatest grasp of (and experience with) the divine weapons in his arsenal. He's no slouch at reading his opponents and won't hesitate to nick charms or gifts from his fallen foes to enhance his own abilities. In short, he plays the part of a surly little godling very convincingly.
His weapon of choice is the macuahuitl -- it might look like he just swings it around to hack off bits wherever it might land, and that's just the way he likes it.
If he has a downfall, it's hand-to-hand combat -- he can hold his own, but he's never enjoyed getting blood under his nails and his reluctance shows. He might be able to dodge eternally, but he loses speed when punching and has fallen on his ass more than once when he's attempted to kick. He relies heavily on misdirection and his opponent making a mistake than h does on him overpowering them.
Vlad feeds the assumption he's all brawn and no brains, but his ego doesn't let the mistake go uncorrected for long -- he's encountered almost every monster they come across before, and he's got zero qualms about inflicting pain, sentient or otherwise.
The rest of the pantheons view him as a terrier -- a for-hire mercenary working for the highest bidder, and not much more. He's never failed a job, and could easily blackmail any major god with all the dirt he knows, if the mood took him.
That might not sound like a fighting skill, but he would argue otherwise.
Eventually he'll be expected to take over the role of Xipe Totec, but he's in no rush.
His weapon of choice is the macuahuitl -- it might look like he just swings it around to hack off bits wherever it might land, and that's just the way he likes it.
If he has a downfall, it's hand-to-hand combat -- he can hold his own, but he's never enjoyed getting blood under his nails and his reluctance shows. He might be able to dodge eternally, but he loses speed when punching and has fallen on his ass more than once when he's attempted to kick. He relies heavily on misdirection and his opponent making a mistake than h does on him overpowering them.
Vlad feeds the assumption he's all brawn and no brains, but his ego doesn't let the mistake go uncorrected for long -- he's encountered almost every monster they come across before, and he's got zero qualms about inflicting pain, sentient or otherwise.
The rest of the pantheons view him as a terrier -- a for-hire mercenary working for the highest bidder, and not much more. He's never failed a job, and could easily blackmail any major god with all the dirt he knows, if the mood took him.
That might not sound like a fighting skill, but he would argue otherwise.
Eventually he'll be expected to take over the role of Xipe Totec, but he's in no rush.
Michlantechtli Vlad hates his father and trusts him about as far as he can throw him. He despises being his personal attack dog, but is clearly in too deep to get out now. The only reason they remain civil at all is because Michlantechtli treats him as an equal. Lily Lily is quiet and dumb, and the fact they share a pantheon means nothing. He's repulsed by how willingly she takes to spilling blood for her father, and is well aware her loyalty lies somewhere other than the team she's meant to be a part of. |
Lexi Vlad hates Lexi with unholy passion -- he's been ordered to train her, and takes special delight in making sure she feels the full extent of each and every one of her mistakes, both on and off the field. She's irritating, repulsive, ignorant, and he can't imagine there ever being a time when the mere sight of her doesn't piss him off -- especially after she proves that she's not only intelligent, but capable of improving, and therefore is just too lazy to put the work into it. He doesn't trust her. And she's so whiny, euuuugh. Gallery | Fiction | Playlist Xander Though his initial reason for being anywhere near the group was to keep an eye on Xander for any potential threat he might pose, Vlad quickly realizes that he poses none at all. He doesn't think much of the other, but acknowledges the loyalty he shows to the team. He might not take the advice Xander offers, but he's not too proud to hear him out. Lucas What a dumbass. Mei Out of them all, Vlad is the only one who thinks Mei can sometimes be useful -- and he's not above using her to get to Lexi. Otherwise, however, Mei is beneath his concern, and he doesn't really acknowledge her at all. |
- Completely a cat person. If caught stroking a cat purring his lap, he won't even blink.
- For someone who hates people and won't hold a conversation, he sure does have his phone out a lot. - Despite having high endurance and stamina, Vlad despises the outdoors. - Favourite book is To Kill A Mockingbird. - Drinks milk straight from the carton -- no matter who it belongs to. - Can do a pretty convincing Russian accent, but denies knowing the language. |