The Silence in the Frontier
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sacredancestorMoL Vampire Hunter D Application
Name: Kath
Age: 29 (Almost 30)
Personal: N/A
Contact: http://www.plurk.com/VampireHunterD
~Character ~
Name: D (full name might seem obvious but he neither admits or denies when asked)
Age: Approx. 10,000 years old (appears to be 18)
Gender: Male
Canon:Vampire Hunter D
Canon Point: Sometime after Bloodlust (movie) since I think more area familiar with it.
History: http://vampirehunterd.wikia.com/wiki/D
Personality: Forged by experimentation and selective gene splicing in a harsh frontier, D protects himself by appearing cold and distant to others. To the outside world, D comes off emotionless, abrasive and crass, speaking only when he has something worthwhile to say. A man of very few words and even fewer tics to betray any emotion. He upholds a facade of pure steel. This behavior is not intentional, but the hostility shown to him - due to being a dhampir - has tempered this reaction.
Beneath the glacial exterior lies the volcanic nature of a man who has confronted his demons and lived. Though the thick iceberg rarely thaws, threaten his clients in any manner and this wrathful dhampir is the last you'll see. Getting involved or hoping to prevent him from his work will most likely result in a loss of limbs as he doesn't take kind to interruptions.
There have been occasions as in the sixth volume, where D will play along in another's 'game' if it will further his job to its satisfaction. Even if he turns on that individual once his client is safe. Sometimes he displays a dry sense of humor and light teasing that shocks his clients, but only when it suits him. With that being said, he hates making pretty girls cry and will apologize if he does so. Just as he did in the volume one manga when Doris ran out of the stables after he admitted that her nightmare wouldn't be over until he left or died.
D is not heartless despite his facade and, though he won't admit it, he respects those humans determined not to allow the monstrosities of what the Nobility have done to them affect them. This respect lends him compassion to help some without promise of reward/payment. Death affects him deeply and on rare situations, D shows sorrow and mourns the suffering of others. Back to the sixth volume, when a farmer named Lance dies, he helps say a prayer for the fallen and fastens a cross grave marker, despite the pain in doing so. Though D has a hard time showing his feelings, he experiences them deeply and hurts, sometimes almost physically weakened by them as if they are actually a great burden.
Finally, for the most part, D despises Nobility and is obsessed to find his father to end him. It might be the main reason he became a vampire hunter at all. However, there are times when he will help a Noble out or ally with them when the job calls for it. Back to the sixth volume, D stands to defend - going as far as showing vampiric hostilities - Tae from having her baby killed just because its sire is a Noble. Like all living things, he knows there is a good and bad to every situation and does not discriminate, nor appear upset when others judge him. He's far from virtuous. But those that show acceptance and not judge are met with respect. To really loosen D up, invite him to a bar for drinks as he loves a little indulgence and even a contest. He hasn't been bested yet!
And if there is anything rare it is getting the hunter to smile. Like when Dan and Doris asked him to spare the Count's daughter.
Overall, this icy vampire hunter puts up a shield over his emotions for himself as much as for others. Underneath, however, is a man taking the good with the bad from every aspect of life and trying to rectify harmful situations if approached. His feelings are hidden but deep, and if expressed those individuals should count themselves lucky.
Third-Person Sample:
"Knowing neither life nor death.
Therefore, I call thee by this name.
Thou art the Distant One."
Smooth, deep lyrics skipped as a rippling echo in the wind. It bounced over hill and desert, played with the grains of sands to stir up all living creatures nestled in their dens before traversing its way back to its owner. Hearing the haunting return, the black clad rider atop his cybernetic mount jerked on the reins, just a little startled at his voice after so long riding in silence.
"I'd go crazy too if I wasn't attached to an even --" The gruff yet sarcastic voice coming from somewhere at the rider's waist descended into a high-pitched cackle.
D, however, chose not to reply. Mostly, he just didn't want to admit that he slipped back into unwanted memories! A month passed since leaving the last town and the trail grew colder with each day. Even the remote, wild frontier was spotted with squatter tents, yet now the vampire hunter couldn't remember when last he saw even a molehill. The elusivity of life began to itch along his skin, imprinting a growing unease. No coyotes, or werewolves or sandworms pulsed beneath his horse's hooves, and when did he leave that last Noble territory?
Another sharp being pressed against his aura and D expanded it to warn the unfortunate soul of his presence. He hoped they would take the hint. The sun fell hours ago and with the moon high, this was hardly the best time to sneak up on him. Pulling his mount to a stop, D jumped down to begin rummaging through his saddlebags. The vampire hunter's hands glided along each pocket without so much as a glance. Everything was in its exact order and he expected no different. A little more time acting distracted would ease the intruder out. D could feel his fangs grow with anticipation, the veins cracking along otherwise smooth, alabaster skin. But he bit down on his lip instead. Confront them, that was the idea, not eat them.
"Hello, kupo!"
Whipping around with mastered grace, D clamped his hands down along the creature's neck. Except that all he felt was air and something floated slightly above his head. Warm air ruffled D's wide-brimmed hat, blowing stands of black hair into his eyes as he tilted upwards to look at the furry creature smiling at him.
"What manner of experiment are you?". D narrowed his gaze, taking in the black batwings and crimson globe affixed to an antenna poking through a wide-brimmed hat similar to his own.
The creature's smile showed sharp fangs with an awkward, warm aura. Mischievous. Catlike. Familiar. The perfect minion for a lesser Noble perhaps. Yet, didn't appear much of a threat hovering before him. Could it actually belong to a Noble? Definitely went against the normal slaves they housed.
"I am no experiment. I am a Moogle and you are in the Temple right outside Trano Golsaucia..."
As the Moogle spoke, D noticed that somewhere between dismounting and encountering the creature, an illusion was placed over him. The desert was replaced by clean brick, complete with an altar where strange people gathered and similar flying cats spoke to them. A green crystal, large and curiously imposing provided a comforting circulation of temperate air that he realized he mistook for the beat from the Moogle's wings. His mount was gone as was his armor, replaced by rich clothing that he saw Nobles frequently wearing. Thankfully, he retained both his own sword strapped to his back around his black cloak and traveler's hat over his eyes to keep the sun back.
Irritation ticked along his brow. "Do you know what is going on Left--"
D stopped short, staring down at a plain palm now holding a crystal similar to the green one yet pulsating like a vein full of blood instead of a withered face. His own blood chilled, paralyzed by sending the absence of his symbiotic companion; though he kept his outward facial expression stone hard. The Moogle, his Moogle rather if wearing that hat said anything, stopped speaking and stared at D with large eyes.
"Something wrong, kupo?"
D's eyes brightened, glowing scarlet as he heard the gruff voice of Left Hand come from the creature. His own clenched the crystal until its sharp edge split the skin of his palm. Briefly, anger broke through the facade and his aura flared out, rippling with the wind. But left as quick as it generated replaced by the stone mask.
"I am in hell." Was D's sole reply.
Mognet Sample:
Sir/Ma'am,
You have information on 'him.' I finished the job and will collect now. Where shall we meet?
~D
~Crystallis~
Moogle Name: Lefty or Left Hand (If this is not his actual name the Moogle never got a chance to say it before D named him after his absent symbiotic companion. He responds to it just fine and with humor.)
Moogle Gender: Male
First Job: Vampire
Second Job: Dragoon
Limit Break: Blood of a Noble - D's blood is poisonous to all save himself and in dire situations he will drink it to shift into 100% Nobility (his vampirekind). This boosts his attack/defense skills astronomically, but robs him of all his careful control. As a Noble, D utilizes two attacks: "Blood Sphere/Weapon" that blocks every form of physical attacks and requires life sacrifice to stop it or he can use his blood to form a weapon that burns others as if it were acid. "Thrall" enslaves living beings to his will by biting them. (I tried to pick two powers within the wiki's lengthy list to combine them. He might have the Sacred Ancestor's 'god powers,' but I felt they were too overpowered.)
Name: Kath
Age: 29 (Almost 30)
Personal: N/A
Contact: http://www.plurk.com/VampireHunterD
~Character ~
Name: D (full name might seem obvious but he neither admits or denies when asked)
Age: Approx. 10,000 years old (appears to be 18)
Gender: Male
Canon:Vampire Hunter D
Canon Point: Sometime after Bloodlust (movie) since I think more area familiar with it.
History: http://vampirehunterd.wikia.com/wiki/D
Personality: Forged by experimentation and selective gene splicing in a harsh frontier, D protects himself by appearing cold and distant to others. To the outside world, D comes off emotionless, abrasive and crass, speaking only when he has something worthwhile to say. A man of very few words and even fewer tics to betray any emotion. He upholds a facade of pure steel. This behavior is not intentional, but the hostility shown to him - due to being a dhampir - has tempered this reaction.
Beneath the glacial exterior lies the volcanic nature of a man who has confronted his demons and lived. Though the thick iceberg rarely thaws, threaten his clients in any manner and this wrathful dhampir is the last you'll see. Getting involved or hoping to prevent him from his work will most likely result in a loss of limbs as he doesn't take kind to interruptions.
There have been occasions as in the sixth volume, where D will play along in another's 'game' if it will further his job to its satisfaction. Even if he turns on that individual once his client is safe. Sometimes he displays a dry sense of humor and light teasing that shocks his clients, but only when it suits him. With that being said, he hates making pretty girls cry and will apologize if he does so. Just as he did in the volume one manga when Doris ran out of the stables after he admitted that her nightmare wouldn't be over until he left or died.
D is not heartless despite his facade and, though he won't admit it, he respects those humans determined not to allow the monstrosities of what the Nobility have done to them affect them. This respect lends him compassion to help some without promise of reward/payment. Death affects him deeply and on rare situations, D shows sorrow and mourns the suffering of others. Back to the sixth volume, when a farmer named Lance dies, he helps say a prayer for the fallen and fastens a cross grave marker, despite the pain in doing so. Though D has a hard time showing his feelings, he experiences them deeply and hurts, sometimes almost physically weakened by them as if they are actually a great burden.
Finally, for the most part, D despises Nobility and is obsessed to find his father to end him. It might be the main reason he became a vampire hunter at all. However, there are times when he will help a Noble out or ally with them when the job calls for it. Back to the sixth volume, D stands to defend - going as far as showing vampiric hostilities - Tae from having her baby killed just because its sire is a Noble. Like all living things, he knows there is a good and bad to every situation and does not discriminate, nor appear upset when others judge him. He's far from virtuous. But those that show acceptance and not judge are met with respect. To really loosen D up, invite him to a bar for drinks as he loves a little indulgence and even a contest. He hasn't been bested yet!
And if there is anything rare it is getting the hunter to smile. Like when Dan and Doris asked him to spare the Count's daughter.
Overall, this icy vampire hunter puts up a shield over his emotions for himself as much as for others. Underneath, however, is a man taking the good with the bad from every aspect of life and trying to rectify harmful situations if approached. His feelings are hidden but deep, and if expressed those individuals should count themselves lucky.
Third-Person Sample:
"Knowing neither life nor death.
Therefore, I call thee by this name.
Thou art the Distant One."
Smooth, deep lyrics skipped as a rippling echo in the wind. It bounced over hill and desert, played with the grains of sands to stir up all living creatures nestled in their dens before traversing its way back to its owner. Hearing the haunting return, the black clad rider atop his cybernetic mount jerked on the reins, just a little startled at his voice after so long riding in silence.
"I'd go crazy too if I wasn't attached to an even --" The gruff yet sarcastic voice coming from somewhere at the rider's waist descended into a high-pitched cackle.
D, however, chose not to reply. Mostly, he just didn't want to admit that he slipped back into unwanted memories! A month passed since leaving the last town and the trail grew colder with each day. Even the remote, wild frontier was spotted with squatter tents, yet now the vampire hunter couldn't remember when last he saw even a molehill. The elusivity of life began to itch along his skin, imprinting a growing unease. No coyotes, or werewolves or sandworms pulsed beneath his horse's hooves, and when did he leave that last Noble territory?
Another sharp being pressed against his aura and D expanded it to warn the unfortunate soul of his presence. He hoped they would take the hint. The sun fell hours ago and with the moon high, this was hardly the best time to sneak up on him. Pulling his mount to a stop, D jumped down to begin rummaging through his saddlebags. The vampire hunter's hands glided along each pocket without so much as a glance. Everything was in its exact order and he expected no different. A little more time acting distracted would ease the intruder out. D could feel his fangs grow with anticipation, the veins cracking along otherwise smooth, alabaster skin. But he bit down on his lip instead. Confront them, that was the idea, not eat them.
"Hello, kupo!"
Whipping around with mastered grace, D clamped his hands down along the creature's neck. Except that all he felt was air and something floated slightly above his head. Warm air ruffled D's wide-brimmed hat, blowing stands of black hair into his eyes as he tilted upwards to look at the furry creature smiling at him.
"What manner of experiment are you?". D narrowed his gaze, taking in the black batwings and crimson globe affixed to an antenna poking through a wide-brimmed hat similar to his own.
The creature's smile showed sharp fangs with an awkward, warm aura. Mischievous. Catlike. Familiar. The perfect minion for a lesser Noble perhaps. Yet, didn't appear much of a threat hovering before him. Could it actually belong to a Noble? Definitely went against the normal slaves they housed.
"I am no experiment. I am a Moogle and you are in the Temple right outside Trano Golsaucia..."
As the Moogle spoke, D noticed that somewhere between dismounting and encountering the creature, an illusion was placed over him. The desert was replaced by clean brick, complete with an altar where strange people gathered and similar flying cats spoke to them. A green crystal, large and curiously imposing provided a comforting circulation of temperate air that he realized he mistook for the beat from the Moogle's wings. His mount was gone as was his armor, replaced by rich clothing that he saw Nobles frequently wearing. Thankfully, he retained both his own sword strapped to his back around his black cloak and traveler's hat over his eyes to keep the sun back.
Irritation ticked along his brow. "Do you know what is going on Left--"
D stopped short, staring down at a plain palm now holding a crystal similar to the green one yet pulsating like a vein full of blood instead of a withered face. His own blood chilled, paralyzed by sending the absence of his symbiotic companion; though he kept his outward facial expression stone hard. The Moogle, his Moogle rather if wearing that hat said anything, stopped speaking and stared at D with large eyes.
"Something wrong, kupo?"
D's eyes brightened, glowing scarlet as he heard the gruff voice of Left Hand come from the creature. His own clenched the crystal until its sharp edge split the skin of his palm. Briefly, anger broke through the facade and his aura flared out, rippling with the wind. But left as quick as it generated replaced by the stone mask.
"I am in hell." Was D's sole reply.
Mognet Sample:
Sir/Ma'am,
You have information on 'him.' I finished the job and will collect now. Where shall we meet?
~D
~Crystallis~
Moogle Name: Lefty or Left Hand (If this is not his actual name the Moogle never got a chance to say it before D named him after his absent symbiotic companion. He responds to it just fine and with humor.)
Moogle Gender: Male
First Job: Vampire
Second Job: Dragoon
Limit Break: Blood of a Noble - D's blood is poisonous to all save himself and in dire situations he will drink it to shift into 100% Nobility (his vampirekind). This boosts his attack/defense skills astronomically, but robs him of all his careful control. As a Noble, D utilizes two attacks: "Blood Sphere/Weapon" that blocks every form of physical attacks and requires life sacrifice to stop it or he can use his blood to form a weapon that burns others as if it were acid. "Thrall" enslaves living beings to his will by biting them. (I tried to pick two powers within the wiki's lengthy list to combine them. He might have the Sacred Ancestor's 'god powers,' but I felt they were too overpowered.)