Dante A. Ravencroft
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Where there is good... there is evil. It's a balance thing. I'm just tipping the scales. | |
| Dante Adrian Marie Ravencroft | |
| Player: @Jack Bishop | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Brute |
| Threat Level: | 29 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Azazel (Unknown) |
| Known Aliases: | Too many to name. |
| Species: | Incubus. |
| Age: | Older than time. |
| Height: | 7'11" |
| Weight: | Unknown. |
| Eye Color: | One pale blue, the other milky white. |
| Hair Color: | Auburn. |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Scottish. |
| Occupation: | Freelance Mercenary. |
| Place of Birth: | The Heavens. |
| Base of Operations: | Unknown. |
| Marital Status: | Widget Kai |
| Known Relatives: | Virgil Ravencroft |
| Known Powers | |
| Super strength, lifetimes of knowledge, magical prowess, super speed, decent alchemical ability, makes a mean BLT. | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Jab, Apprentice Charm. | |
| Equipment | |
| Jump pack, alchemical ingredients, chalk, etcetera. | |
| Music: "Lilium" - Kumiko Noma | |
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Physical Description:
Dante is certainly one for the books, and in a way, he is proud of that. He has crafted this manifestation painstakingly from the ether, and enjoys every moment he spends within it. As of now, he is currently seven foot, eleven inches. This is of course, not factoring in the fact he wears very thick motorcycle boots underneath his slacks. But let's begin with his face, or at the very least, what is left of it. The eyes are bright, despite the left one being scarred beyond repair. There are tiny bags that rest underneath the lids, just a little accent he felt gave this avatar a look of age, dignity and strength. If ones eyes appear tired, then others would naturally assume you had seen a lot. Little would anyone know this would be right on the money for Dante. His nose is straight, but curves downward towards the end. The tip is slightly crooked. Perhaps it has been broken one too many times, and not given the chance to heal properly. Regardless, yet another feature meant to give the impression of age or dignity. If only Dante had some of the latter, he'd be much more popular with his allies. Moving on now... his shoulders are broad, looking more muscular in parts than your average body builder. His arms are thick as well, as big around as two shotgun barrels. Thank god however, he does not refer to them as his "Guns". His abs are defined as well, almost scarily so. But, what wraps around the stomach is far more interesting than the flesh itself. Tattoos scurry about his form, from his sternum to his wrists, moving, sliding, spelling out words and symbols. Occultic etchings only the most experienced demon would understand. According to the business he employed to get them done, the artist killed himself shorty after burrowing into Dante's flesh. Odd that.
Personality:
Dante is an odd one, even more so than his eccentric appearance would suggest. He is very adamant in his beliefs, and will not hesitate to shake yours if the decision strikes him. He loves conflict. It feeds him, sustains him, and keeps him alive. Be it physical, emotional, or what have you. If it were up to Dante, he'd stay in the D all day, doing nothing but feeding off the leftover emotions from all the various tiffs and scuffles that have occurred. But there -is- work to be done, and bills do need to be payed. He exits the D every couple of days, or whenever there is a Rikti warning near one of the sectors. He then proceeds to beat the crap out of as many aliens he can, so that way he can head back to the D feeling refreshed. All that binge drinking and smoking can take a lot out of you. Dante is quick to make friends, and is not at all hesitant about letting his true intentions come to the fore. All in all, he's a fun guy, who despite his experience enjoys a good laugh, good company, and fine beverages. His motto is "Everything's Eventual". If it doesn't happen that day, chances are all he'd have to do is wait. If he's learned one skill over the millennia, it's that patience is a virtue.
Speech Pattern:
Depending on the situation, Dante can switch accents on the fly. He's lived in nearly every principality in the world at some point or another, and has blended in quite well with the populace. However, most of the time he can be heard speaking in a vaguely Scottish sounding accent, rolling his "R's." and removing the last consonant of a few words. It saves time, and he enjoys how it makes him sound like Sean Connery. Sean Connery. Now there was a man's man.
