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Under... Eh, Maintenance.
Mieu: ;__; *Dustpan and broom*
... Here's a picture while you wait ._.;
Test Test Test Test
To do list:
FINISH Layout!
Border Seperators (Yamato)
Intro
Stats Pictures
Finish Story
Maybe add family images?
Room mates images
Draw his 'petpet'
Write up and draw images for his Demonic Traits
Get some links
Think of anything else might need to add.
Playing : It's a Sin - Gamma Ray (Pet Shop Boys Cover)
Those that do not stand with me, stand against me.
Intro://
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Even now in heaven, there are angels carrying savage weapons.
Status://
Alias : VergilChan
Name : Vergil
Nicknames Given : Ver, Vergil-Chan (#$%^#!!), Pretty-Boy
Age : Early 20s
Gender : Male
Species : Zafara
Heritage : Half Demon
Mother : Deceased
Father : Deceased
Siblings : Dante.
Crush : Bah!!
Offspring : x_______o
Petpet : None (Yet)
Current Residence : Netherworlds, occasionally the surface, varied locations.
Abilities : Extremely agile, Powerful physical strength and magic (limited), quick recovery rate (minor injuries = Near instant, Mild = 20-40 seconds, Heavy = 10-30 minutes, Critical or Near Fatal = A few hours), Demonic form with higher enhanced stats.
(If you roleplay with him, feel free to god mode as much as you want. Cause, Ver needs to be God-mode-d in battles.)
Attribute : Darkness
Weapon of Choice : Yamato (O-Katana). Often wielded too fast to see.
Appearance
Fur : Varies on situation. Rough or silky.
Eye colour : Crystal Blue
Nose colour : Dark Grey
Main Pelt Colour : Slate Blue
Secondary Pelt Colour : Light Gray Blue
Pelt Markings : Dark Purple/Blue
Markings : See Ref
Accessories : Amulet -Red Gem, golden base & Chain-
Demonic Traits : Ram horns, sharpened claws (claw backwards as well, but not against flesh), pointed teeth as well as extra canine fangs.
Personality : A rather tangled vine, complete with dangerous thorns. Although Vergil has a rather rational way of thinking, another word to describe his ways of working is with 'selfish'. With neither complete demon or regular blood, he suffers from a self loathing personality fault, yet it is easily covered with what follows from the demonic blood that causes both his suffering and determination. He seems to embrace the traits that raise from it. Lust for both blood and power, heartlessness, Selfishness, Hatred, Resentment, minimal amount of tolerance and a forever cold heart. He has come far to block out as much human emotions as he can that taint his blood. Care, Sadness, Fear, Pity, Love, the need for comfort and touch of others. Yet knowing that they still dwell within him only increases his self-hatred, angry and need for power. Somewhere along the lines he had convinced himself gaining such could rid himself of his 'pathetic' aspects.
(Gotta add more here ._. )
Story://
It's no secret. The world is full of as much evil as there is good. But whenever one makes a stand from either side, there is hell to pay. Maybe not straight away, maybe not even in years, but there will always be a concurrence.
And so our story begins with a simple retort, from a young man who quested for the same power his father had.
We begin with a young man that did not know what he wanted, but merely wanted such a simple thing as that.
A young man who took a completely different path from his father and his brother.
We indeed begin with what was thought to be his last words as he dueled with his twin. Fighting, as one of their lives had to perish, or at least weakened.
Yes, we begin not with the pain of losing his mother, to the heartache of seeing his mother killed by demons. We do not begin with the hardships as the two brothers are driven apart by their ambitions. We start with the two's final battle.
Now.
-Wth? Where's the rest?!-
Family://
Father::»
Hmph. Have you maybe heard of him?
Ha. He's nothing but a legend now. No-one believes he existed. All believe that other than a few conflicts, the world had been at peace. They would never believe that he was the one that stopped the world from being taken over by demons at one stage.
For a long time, people were indebted to him, but I suppose as generations past, his deeds were forgotten. I believe that was around the time by brother and I were born.
Yet demons never ceased to stop hounding about his betrayal of them. And because of that, I've been on the receiving end for some time. Not that those that have given me a hard time have actually still been breathing 5 minutes afterwards.
Mother::»
My Mother, the one responsible for the human blood I'm cursed with. Amazing, really. The only one I would have ever know that would love a demon such as my father. I suppose I could always have called her stupid for doing that, but I have no right to judge that wretched feeling of 'love'.
She's dead, now. Died in the same attack of the demons that dragged me away and turned my heart to the cold element it is now.
I know she loved Dante more than I when were were children.
And if she didn't, I bet she must be crying for the mistake she made.
Dante::»
Other than our fur colour and personality, we are identical. As children we both had the same colour pelt, were the same height, strength, everything. Not even our father could tell us apart until one of us spoke. And even then it was still difficult. The same grammar in our speech and our disposition at the time was no different at all. Back then we even enjoyed each other's company.
But then father died. We tried to help mother stay together, but when she was killed we went our separate ways.
I've wanted power since then. To dominate. Call it taking the dark path, if you will.
Dante on the other hand vowed to hunt them down, get revenge for all of this. We were destined to die at the hands of each other at that point, and one day it will come.
Dante. The fool can't even begin to comprehend the power that we've inherited. If he would just open his eyes to it, then I'm sure we would not be in this struggle. He's weak, far too many emotions he hides. He even tried to save me when I fell. But I don't regret my decision.
Maybe if he were to just change his mind, maybe I would accept him once again. But unless that day comes, there will be no change in our alliances.
Sorry little brother, but I'm not dead yet.
Roomates://
Must I acknowledge those fools?
Lucia::»
Hmph. Another demon in the 'household'. Although it may be a tinge of a small thing, I know she has connections to Dante. Worked together at some point, I believe.
Regardless, we do not meet often. However, I do feel like I should be lending her a hand, though she would not accept my ways of action. Humans are tearing down the island that is her home, and I certainly say I would not care for them tainting the netherworld. I'll watch to see how the events fold for this feathered acquaintance.
Kazu::»
Kazu is a boy I'm surprised hasn't been trampled yet. That loyalty that he has for others should have caused him to have been taken advantage of by now. But I digress.
I do not speak with him. We've only crossed paths a few times, and I think he has realised I want nothing to do with him.
Spitfire::»
Another one of those that stay up above. Something about me makes him respect him. Not very much respect, a very small amount. Microscopic. However, it's enough for me to put up with him when I do run into him.
He is important in whatever he does, as I would have been with the demon world. We keep out of each other's way.
Love://
Would you love a monster man?
Could you understand beauty of the beast?
So. Do you love anyone? you ask.
His mouth hangs open, the clear shock in his eyes. He seems absolutely dumbfounded by the question.
Are... Are you having a joke? He asks, the words barely managing to stumble from his mouth.
U...Uhm... Y-yeah, I was... You state, a little dumbfounded yourself by his reaction.
He quickly tries to regain himself. Birth and Death. That's all that's ever come from love. It's useless. I doubt I will ever be proven otherwise. And I'm certainly not looking to be convinced.
But, what you just said... Birth is life, isn't that a good thing? You ask.
He shoots you a sharp glare, and it almost feels as if hundreds of knives have stabbed into you. Look at me. I'm sure this world would have been much better off without someone like myself.
So... You don't want to live...? Is life meaningless to you?
He snorts, Life is worth something in the right hands. I'll put mine to good use. All though that just believe life is cruel, most of them are those that are too weak to face up and fix their problems instead of cry about it. I see no need for love in life, but I see a need for change.
... He leaves you nothing to really add, so you decide to move on.
Friends://
Geez... You say, crossing your legs, You must be pretty lonely then. Do you have any friends?
His nose twitches as if he's annoyed by the question.
You quickly realise the answer and move on.
(Mieu: If anyone's got a pet that might be interested in being here, mail me. I'd rather work things out over neomail rather than roleplay Vergil.)
Enemies://
Well then... You murmur, You must be... Pretty hates. How many enemies do you have?
Vergil Scoffs. Give them time. He states, They will come. They won't be able to resist spilling my blood. Let's just see them try.
(Mieu: If anyone's got a pet that might be interested in being here, mail me. I'd rather work things out over neomail rather than roleplay Vergil.)
Acquaintances://
Is there... Anyone you can tell me about? You asked, trying not to push his patience.
He seems to think for a moment. I guess I do know some people. Not that I call them one or the other.
Lady::»
I don't feel anything for her. No hatred, no friendship. I guess it could be due to the events she was there to witness. She killed one of my enemies in the end of it all, so I suppose I can delay some judgment on her for now.
She's the only one that knows I'm alive. I can tell she's arguing with herself whether to tell that wretched brother of mine or not.
(Mieu: If anyone's got a pet that might be interested in being here, mail me. I'd rather work things out over neomail rather than roleplay Vergil.)
Petpet://
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Don't need pride with an empty belly.
Your ears perk up. Over the near dead silence an odd sound echos through. It's like a cross between a screech and a growl, near forming a 'Krooowl' sounding word.
You look about quickly, turning and basically spinning on the spot. Which amuses Vergil quite greatly. With a worried look on your face you look back to him. all he merely does in return is move his arm. This, however, makes you look down, spotting a black and grey coloured creature.
This would be the source of your worry. he states.
The creature sits next to his tail, continuing the sounds inbetween licking it's paws which it runs through the quill like fur on it's head and neck.
Quite frankly I don't know what this creature is. But 'Carrion' suits this beast quite well. I found the daring creature devouring scraps of the dead demons that remained from a fight that took place in an area I wondered by. In my own opinion it looks like something 'fallen'. Hmph.
Funnily enough, it has the guts to use me.
It seems to have figured out I am a valuable source of food. I'm surprised it could figure it out. Perhaps Carrion has more intelligence than I think. Or perhaps it just believes the corpses I leave behind occur naturally. Whatever the reason.
You blink a few times. It's rather cute looking but... Very unnerving. Carrion, you called it...?
Vergil rolls his eyes. Another term for a scavenger animal.
Despises&Contents://
 
Hates
Emotions
Lesser Demons
Weakness
Humans
Sugar
Half-Breeds
Many things
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Likes
Power
Netherworlds
Isolation
Meat
Sour or Citrus
Blood
Few Things
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Demonic Traits://
When he was young, both Vergil and Dante had similar pelts to their father. The peculiar markings and shades developed at an early age yet the main colouration they held were a rich, purple colour, similar to their father's.
However, with age Vergil's pelt lost the pigments that gave it the red needed for the purple colour, and developed the blue you see today.
For some reason, not known to himself or anyone else, on certain occasions the colour in his fur deteriorates to a grayscale, alternate colouration. It is suspected to do with either weather or the world's condition, as once his pelt darkens it will usually begin raining in 1 or 2 hours time.
The same thing happens with Dante, and with wet hair, it can lead to confusing situations if the two were to be in the same area.
His fur itself, and the skin underneath, seem to be incredibly durable and difficult to damage. Some how it is as good of a defense as armour.
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Get Out://
Link://
Links Out://
But one has to think for a moment...
Considering how you got here in the first place, who's to say you'll wind up safely home...?
It's all up to your own navigation.
    
Adoptables://
You actually expected there to be some of those here? You've ran into disappointment. Come back in a decade.
Mieu: ;__; Vergy, that's mean! I'm not that slow!
Dx Don't call me that! Stupid Swine.
Mieu: T___T I'mma Cheagle, not a pig!!
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Adopted://
Arts://
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Art Trades -
Mieu : Wonderful art-trade with Ice!
Requests -
Zilch.
Gifts -
Mieu : By the very awesome Alu!
FAQs://
Q. Are you THAT big of a Devil May Cry fan?
A. I have DMC1, DMC2, DMC3, DMC3:SE, The two mangas (would be three but they never published it, le sigh), the anime and currently have all of the game sountracks on order from America. Also buying DMC4 so I can play it when I get a PS3 for Christmas. I have the trial for that one on computer (which won't run on any of my computer) which I play ever chance I get on my Computer and friend's laptops. I've also hugged 2 Vergil Cosplayers to boot. I don't have much of a life, so cut me some slack.
Below are Mieu's notes. Dun gotta worry about reading them, cause they're for her xD Mainly out of the manga that she easily forgets.
-Humans value beauty, money and power. Only demons still value purity.
-...Scum.
-You shall die
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