Post by faceofbear on Jul 4, 2012 18:40:31 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Czeslaw Stanfield
Nicknames: Vino, Felix Walken
Age: Eighteen
Birthday: July 31st
Grade: 12th
Power: Power Negation, Enhanced Strength, Supreme Skill in Combat
Member Group: Neutral
Canon or not: Original
Appearance: Czeslaw is what most would call an attractive man. His short blond hair, disheveled into a formless sort of mess that somehow pulls itself together. Piercing blue eyes that, though often hidden behind his sunglasses, seem to go on for days and days. He has the compact yet incredibly powerful muscular structure of a top olympic athlete or acrobat, a body that he needs to have in order to succeed in his very dangerous line of work. Standing at roughly six feet tall, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds of pure pink muscle tissue his figure leaves very little to be desired in either form of function.
Czeslaw is what you would call a well dressed individual as well, his everyday casual wear consisting of a white dress shirt, black vest, pants, shoes and topped off with a black bowtie given to him by his sister that he never leaves home without. The only other real accessories he has are his sunglasses which never seem to leave his face and an expensive gold pocket watch which became the final memento of his father. Czeslaw has the knack of opening this watch up and checking the time before taking someones life. His well toned figure is often hidden by his attire however and most people at first tend to think of him more as a skinny rich kid, picking fights with him in order to attempt to steal some money. It is the last mistake most ever make.
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Overall Personality: Czeslaw to those in his class and by extension a majority of the entire population of the city he lives in is by anyone's best guess just a quiet simple individual. He does well enough in school for people not to think he is somehow lacking mentally as well he does not seem to talk all that much to anyone outside of that context. His free time is spent wandering around and reading, drinking whatever new and exciting flavors of coffee he can find and in general being an introverted soul. Some would call him anti-social but that just isn’t the case, he stays away in order to secure his identity and just in case one day he has to kill one of his classmates he doesn’t develop an emotional attachment to them on accident. He gets attention from girls and women alike though he hardly ever responds to it, the vacuous way they proclaim their affection or show it are just the same meaningless to him.
Czeslaw leads a double life that shows a sharp change or contrast to his average everyday personality. The life of an assassin is a tough one that Czeslaw has down to a science. His personality to clients is that of pure profession, staying calm and collected while negotiating or pursuing his payment. He is the definition of cold blooded, hard boiled, willing to do whatever he has to do in order to get the job done. To get in and get out. He uses one of two fake names while negotiating and almost always hides his face as a defensive mechanism, even going so far as to change his voice in order to detract suspicion. The names he has chosen are Felix Walken and Vino, the latter of which was actually more of a nickname given to him by those of the underground, relating the scenes of his assassinations to be a room covered in red italian wine and hence the word Vino.
In combat Czeslaw is ruthless. Willing to kill at any moment to get his job done, using his incredible skills with any and all weapons and his own body in order to decimate his opponent quickly and efficiently. Czeslaw is a master of all weapons and can even turn ordinary everyday objects into deadly instruments with little hassle, his style of fighting is adaptive and powerful yet flexible in its strikes. He also has the power to identify and copy an opponents movements on a moments notice, Czeslaw is truly a genius in the realm of combat making him a natural assassin. His skill in firearms is nothing to scoff at either, able to make complex nigh impossible shots with underpowered weaponry from great distances though more times than not this approach is more risky than he requires but his small arms skill is something in an art of itself, some who have seen it calling it a dance of sorts.
History
Family Members/guardians: Miria Stanfield - Younger Sister
History: Starting out life Czeslaw was completely average. The only son to Claire and Graham Stanfield, his father a brilliant doctor and his mother a brilliant biologist, Czeslaw from the start was a completely happy child who had not a care in the world. Often times he would spend hours outside, running around as children often do ignoring the fact that he was different than most children, he had a special gift that most other children did not have. Early on it was obvious he was abnormally strong and that his body was developing its muscular structure at a rapid rate, his entire body seemed to be training itself without Czeslaw even knowing so. This wasn’t the only abnormality as whenever he ran into another child with a power Czeslaw seemed to have the ability to cure them by touching them or whatever was created with their technique, the combination of these abilities led his parents to move to the island with Ashford Academy where he would one day go.
Things changed however when Czeslaw turned five and his sister was born on the exact same day. An odd coincidence that left the young boy a bit jealous, that he would have to share his birthday with another individual. That his special day would forever be ruined. This was the case however until he saw his baby sister and his heart instantly melted, she was so small and so delicate. He had no choice but to make sure she would always be okay, no matter what. The birth of his sister wasn’t all smiles however as shortly after she was diagnosed with a slow moving, degenerative spinal cord disease. In short, without the incredibly complex and expensive treatments, she would eventually die an agonizing death after every system in her body shut down one by one. The disease, incurable, left his mother and father devastated as they tried everything they could, put all of their experience and knowledge on the line to save his sister.
Years passed and nothing seemed to change. Miria only seemed to get worse and worse, losing most of her vision and the use of her legs by her ninth birthday. His parents, unable to keep paying for her incredibly expensive operations resorted to crimes in the underground. An underground that existed and was connected to the deepest reaches of even this government island. Absolute power corrupts absolutely after all. His father became a sort of freelance mob doctor, followed by his mother who was not necessarily qualified but could treat any number of wounds with great skill by watching his father. They were swallowed up by this lifestyle and one day on returning from home at the ripe old age of fifteen discovered a note on the table with his fathers gold pocket watch. The note simply said “Sorry.†Without any sort of indication as to where they were going, why, where, how, on closer inspection the pocket watch was covered in blood and Czeslaw could only assume the worst. Worrying for the safety of his sister Czeslaw took his first assassination job a few weeks later, needing the money to pay for his sisters hospital bills. Under the alias of Felix Walken a legend of blood and gore was emblazoned in his name, all to keep his sister safe and sound.
Behind the Character
Name: Prokofiev
RP Experience: Too long
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RP Sample:
Placing a cigarette to his lips, lighting it and watching the tip slowly change from soft white paper to bright hot ember. Czeslaw looked up from his tipped down fedora hate that was currently blocking any sort of light from hitting his face. Blocking any chance for this mob boss to even attempt to identify the young man. A long, hard drag on the cigarette followed by plumes of smoke pouring from the sides of his mouth. “So will you do it?†The man asks, interlocking his fingers and placing them on the desk in front of him. Czeslaw crossing his legs and looking around the room. Two thugs behind the boss, one by the door. A simple task.
“You want me to kill a rival mob boss and his entire family? Who may have some ability users as guards?†Speaking a low soft tone, breathing out the smoke again. “That isn’t a problem, the problem is in your payment. Five thousand just isn’t going to cut it.†Inhaling again, the ash falling to the floor, the boss obviously flustered by this as his face began to grow red.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Flicking ash on my carpet? Telling me I have to pay you more money?! Look boy you have a lot to learn about the world. A lot to learn about respect and whose ass you should be kissing. I am Don-†Just then as the fat, sweating man began to yell at Czeslaw in one smooth fluid mother he was up from his chair, pulling from his vest six small throwing knives, three in each hand. The motion could only be called beautiful and happened so quickly those in the room could hardly believed it happened at all. In one twist of his body Czeslaw threw all six knives directly at the sleeves of the jackets of the guards, incapacitating them and preventing them from even reaching for their weapons. Pulling another knife from his vest and pointing it at the fat man in the chair all in 0.7 seconds, giving them only 0.2 seconds to react. The boss began to tremble in fear.
“Ten thousand. Place the money on the roof of the abandoned hospital just outside of town. Tell your men to get in, place the money and get out before I come. If anyone is there I will kill them. If you don’t give me my money I will kill you. Understand?†The boss began to sweat more profusely and tremble at the cold metal pressing against his throat, laughing nervously. Czeslaw slashed his blade, cutting the tie off of the boss before slowly making his way to the door. Trying to break free in futility the guards began to scream obscenities at the boy as he left with a wide smile on his face. Sometimes he truly had the best job in the world.
