Post by Dantè McManus on Jan 11, 2011 1:07:15 GMT -5
Dantè McManus
Nourish this flame its been built on the ones we hate
Name
Dantè Rome
Alias
Dantè McManus, Skull Child, The Skull, Jason McManus
Age
34
Gender
Male
Ethnicity
Black; Damned
Religion
Remnant of the Damned
Sexuality
Straight
Never knowing a last cry destined to bleed
Character Description - None have seen the mans face, by the tone of his voice you can easily pinpoint him to be of African-American decent (Essentially Black). Dantè standing straight up would be rounded off as 6'2", and weighs within the 180-205 range. He is very neat about his equipment and how he handles his business as a mercenary slash assassin. When he's contracted to kill someone anyone whom gets in the way of his target is often laid straight out arms crossed at their chest with two silver coins placed on their eyes. The target on the other hand is not given the same respect. His gear is lightweight bulletproof plate and Kevlar mesh. On his body you'd find at least 30 knives, each part of a different set but custom made for his usage. His throwing knives have crosses on the handles of them, his twin daggers are engraved with ancient Remnant texture. His main blade lengths in at about 29.4 inches from where the blade meets the hilt to the tip. He has two daggers on the back of his thighs which have crosses engraved on their blades, at his ankles are a set of throwing knives each having scripture of ancient Remnant religion on their blades. Elsewhere on his person at his shoulder blades are attached two twin machetes which both have a laser sharpened edge and are made of pure holy silver for the jobs that rely on holy weapons.
Character Abilities - Being in the line of work that he is in, he's trained his body beyond the physical limits of human beings. He is truly damned, giving him the ability to be immortal and build up abilities and immunities over time. He is trained in weapon and hand to hand combat, being learned in nearly every martial art within the known world. This being his wrap sheet, the cost to hire him is over 1 million cash.
Character Alignment - Chaotic Neutral
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History
When you are on top, people fear you. When your hired at 1 million to 10 million a kill, people fear you. When you are contracted to kill an entire building of people, 24 stories tall, multiple exits, and you get the job done, people fear you. This is my story, I am Dantè McManus, the most skilled Assassin within the business, I serve the Remnant of the Damned, and I'm currently stuck on Castillia until ports re-open. . .
"Almost a year ago today, the Abyss had come into the world through what is known as the entrance wound. It is known as the most catastrophic event since the massacre of the Fallon Square monastery two years ago, where thirty six paladin council members were slain, and fifty nine scribes were ruthlessly killed. The scribes were found with their arms crossed and silver coins placed on their eyes, the paladins however were never fully identified as some were killed so brutally their faces were unrecognizable," the reporter shuffled her cards around, "The events in Fallon Square were unheard of as Paladins are seen as the unstoppable forces that they are, feared even by the Abyss insurgents. Meanwhile, a year ago the Abyss rose in the city of Mikthius and destroyed the ci-."
With the tv turned off Dantè set both of his feet on the floor of the hotel room he was staying in. Stationed clearly in the city of Ysabelle, the safest place away from the Abyss currently. He knew that the legends of Fallon Square were true, but he also knew that no one in history had ever tried to assassinate core members, or anyone at all from there... He placed his face in his hands and took a few breaths.
Thirty years ago.
The black child stood in the street surrounded by the carnage of war. The Remnant was facing off against the Sandfiends in what could be classified as a twelve year war, and so far no side was winning. The city where the child stood had been sacked, the Remnant of the Damned wasn't ready for the raid and overnight women were raped and murdered, and men were slain on sight. Children however were left alone, a treaty that both sides agreed to at the start of the war.
Said child was named Dantè Rome, right now at this moment, he didn't think of his future, he had watched his mother brutally murdered in the middle of rape as his father was forced to watch. His father was soon killed, set on fire by petroleum bombs. The child was lead out to the streets while the house burned down, the Fiends gave him reason to hate them, but they still offered him a chance to live within their army. He refused and walked the streets alone.
What sparked his future was the Remnant patrol that picked him up, he sat in the back of a large truck with twenty other children, said truck was hit by a long range rocket and toppled over. The children were mostly killed, Dantè surviving because he was on the opposite side of the truck and several of the children were thrown onto him taking the shrapnel in his place. As he crawled out from the truck he saw the Fiends take out the second truck and even though they were children, the fiends began gutting them.
His future was changed though, different from the rest. A Remnant Falcon fast dropped a single man, the man whom held the title of most feared assassin. Guns had no effect on this man, numbers meant nothing, the immortal and Damned feared not a single being, and where stood a force of 42, lay 41 graves, and one torture victim. The Remnant pulled him from the ashes of death, and two days later the treaty was dropped, and the Remnant sent their forces on the Sandfiends and slaughtered the whole lot in a weeks time...
Present Day.
Dantè stood up and walked to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror at himself, seeing a generic face, bald hair, dark eyes. He turned the water on and dipped his face into the sink splashing the cold water onto himself and into his mouth waking him up more. He slowly looked up again at himself.
Twenty Eight years ago.
Enlisted in the services of an official Remnant citizen. He was still just a child, but he was hot with revenge on mind. The ones whom killed the boys parents were long since dead, but he had an idea in mind. He would join the orphans and enlist within the army to learn how to be an assassin.
In theory the idea was a bad one, he was only about seven years old. So he took up every type of martial art he could and he learned them one step at a time. How to fight, how to defend. He learned the arts to kill, eventually. And in the long run all this childish behavior and emotions would benefit him as an adult.
Present Day.
Dantè opened the shower door and stepped into it. The warm water splashed on his body warming his cool body up. He tilted his head into the direction of the water with his eyes closed still thinking hard and hot. Getting a plan together for the kill, the last kill he had to do on the Atillian continent. He could go home after this, when the flood gates were re-opened.
Twenty years ago.
Old enough to learn the arts of weapons now, he had mastered every martial art present to him within the academies and moved onto learning from the higher masters that trained all around the world. Dantè was given a 5.56 assault rifle and told to fire it down range.
In doing so the rifle kicked up on him in recoil, guns were not for him. On the floor though, knife combat was his thing. The exercise was against a much more skilled person wielding a fake knife. The idea was to floor the opponent and disarm him. It was the ideal way to teach the children they know nothing.
Dantè stepped up and the older gentleman bowed to him, he returned the bow and went into a fighting stance right away, the older man moved forward at him. In an instant Dantè threw his weight forward as well. The back of his hand slapped against the mans wrist slapping aside the knife hand, his foot struck hard against the inner knee of the older mans leg dropping him to the floor, his left hand came under his right arm clutching the swinging knife hand by the wrist while his right hand pulled his fingers apart at the same instant ripping the knife away from him.
He stepped again putting his knee in the mans chest and pushing him back with his weight and falling on top of him pinning his shoulder down and pressing the fake knife against his throat.
This display gained him the top spot to train within the core assassins he wished to train with. He got to train with Turk, the same assassin who saved him on the night his parents were murdered. For the next handful of years, Dantè would learn everything he could from Turk and how the damned truly became so.
He basically signed his life away.
Fifteen Years ago.
Turk trained him with everything he knew. Dantè was possibly the fastest learner he had ever known, but he understood why, the boys passion for war and revenge made his blood boil and made him thrive to learn how to kill. Turk understood Dantè would proceed him one day. Too soon maybe.
Dantè graduated at the top of his class amongst the other assassins. It was time for him to be released into the military for political usage. And to fully be graduated he had to kill his first target. He was given the highest priority target they had on hand given his skill level.
He put on the suit they gave him and went straight into the party that was being hosted by top millionaire Lewis Fracis. They allowed him into the party under the Alias Jason McManus representing the Soerrice Day Tech institution. He introduced himself directly to Lewis Fracis and the moment they touched hands Lewis was marked for death.
Lewis went to the center of the room, the circle which he stood on raised him up above everyone on a platform. Too easy for Dantè. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you into my new home, and welcome you to the party of the century.
"Many of you are associates of mine, or have done business in the past, some of you are strangers repping your companies, but you are all-" Dantè moved through the crowd silently as Lewis continued his speech. The stairs he took up to the balcony were simple enough, disarming one guard and dropping him while killing the other guard across the balcony with a throwing knife.
Once in place he removed the suit donning his stealth gear and pulled his black mask across his face. Dantè pulled the two daggers from his belt and leaned backwards against the edge. He listened to Lewis talk and waited for a moment. Three. Two. One.
"I thank you all for coming tonight." Dantè leaned backwards and twisted off the balcony he landed on the platform and pushed Lewis's body off of it. The head of his target was stuck to one of the daggers while the other dagger had decapitated him. In that very moment he placed both daggers on his hips and pulled from the pouch on his vest two flash grenades and let them fall to the ground. Twin explosions, blinding light, the assassin was gone.
Present Day.
He turned the water off and stepped out the shower and dried off. Dantè wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped from the bathroom. He began to gear up in his custom made assassination gear which was famously known by the skull mask and the ancient Damned writing, the writing of the old world they called it; Wisdom. On the table next to the crappy tv was a blanket, on such blanket was every knife in his possession. Thirty three blades he began placing on his body one by one.
A year ago.
The party killing was famously tied to the unknown assassin and written in legend. After that he was praised as a full fledged assassin. They granted him access to every kind of weapon smith and every weapon of destruction he could possibly want, but he chose to retain his knife skills and had custom blades made for him. Every assassin was required to customize their own gear to make them unique and to fit with their career choice.
Dantè happened to design his for lightweight usage, but with a material long since forgotten to most people. The material is used with most Ajerian weapons and armor, and is very hard to destroy. Such material comes from the lands of sand within the glass sea. Obtaining such material is nearly impossible without the right skills or the ability to materialize. But for an elite assassin he easily gathered it and had it forged into plates and blades.
Each one of his blades could be used to gather a small fortune, even more now that they've had legends tied to them.
He expressed himself with the sign of the Skull, and today still he stepped forward to the Remnants leadership and was assigned multiple targets on the lands of Castillia. Of such targets, Paladins, and Abyss. When he massacred the paladins of Fallon Square it instantly became a legendary feat given the abilities of the paladins.
But that feat would be nothing to what he was assigned to him at the end of the year by a courier bird. Death of his master.
Present day.
He stepped out into the cold night. . .
Gates of fire come back brutality beat down
Role play Sample - Tracking down his master was no simple feat. The man was a master of manipulation himself, but Dantè knew patterns in his masters movements. Thus why he placed himself in Ysabelle in the first place. It was close to day break, and the six hour hunt was coming to a close now.
But Dantè knew better to just give up. He was on his masters heels. And there came the slip up. His master was too predictable. He traced him back to a warehouse that he was told about holding many of the weapons and customs of the assassins. He opened the door slowly and sure enough bullets filled the crack, he had moved in just the right time. "Dantè! I knew they would send you eventually. It's time for the old ghosts to die so the new can take charge. But I wont step down! Consider this your last test!"
The room filled with light and though it didn't blind his master it allowed him that split second he needed to enter the room and take refuge behind the pillar which had bullets rained down on it from his masters unknown location. The echo of the warehouse didn't help at all with locating him, and what was more difficult was tracing where the bullets were coming from.
He pulled one of his blades, the polished one he never used in battle, from its hip holster and used it as a mirror, sure enough a bullet fired and he located the exact location. Dantè twisted around the opposite side of the pillar and launched a handful of throwing knives. His master skillfully shot down four of them while two placed deep into his chest cavity and dropped him off the ledge he took refuge on. Two stories and the ground stopped his fall.
Dantè moved in cautiously, he looked at his master whom laid on his stomach and calculated the damage in his head. One of the blades had gone into his heart and was driven into him by his fall, the other one lay next to him. He turned his masters body over and crossed his arms then placed silver coins over his eyes. In respect he didn't remove his facial mask, the Damned never die.
Just kill the lights I just can't wait
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