Post by missthundercat on Dec 11, 2006 13:55:04 GMT -5
Generally, both twins look like this: www.deviantart.com/deviation/22427180/ with certain variations.
[glow=red,2,300]Major Spoilers Ahead[/glow]
(In red are the things that occur after Axel joins the Resistance. Yes he joins, so shoosh)
Adrian
Real/Full Name: Adrian Aladrago - Seganti
Name Mostly Called:
Adrian
'Addie' - some people, mostly women, tend to call him this in a 'cute' manner, but he really hates it.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Alliance: The Resistance - New Knight Templar (Former (trainee) Cleric)
Appearance:
Adrian is the taller of the twins, and is a little more buff, but doesn't fall into the category of 'beefy'. His hair is jet black, in perpetually messy cowlicks that get over his face a lot, a small statement of his rejection of conformity. His eyes are sky blue and his features Caucasian/Mediterranean. He is fair skinned, but rather tanned, due to his living out in the Nethers and getting a lot of sunlight instead of being cooped up in moody Libria.
Usual Clothing:
Adrian never made it to official Cleric, due to his young age, and only has a Cleric trainee outfit, that he keeps in the bottom of his closet.
Most usually he wears clothes of the old era: a charcoal-black 5.11 shirt and bleached blue denim jeans, as well as a brown B3 bomber jacket. Under the jacket he wears a black, double gun holster that keeps his guns hidden, and lets him draw them easily, crossing his arms over his torso and drawing them out from opposite directions. He always wears a pendant with a gold cross, and a silver ring on his right hand, and has a fetish about belts.
Special Weapons:
Adrian, a very angry, if noble, non-conformist teenager, likes heavy arming, and his style is more all-out offensive than his brother's, and relies a lot on surprise attacks.
Never an official Grammaton Cleric, he was not issued standard Cleric firearms, so he had to procure his own.
Thanks to Resistance gunsmith, Horatio, Adrian uses a pair of Desert Eagle handguns, especially modified for fast firing, double maximum ammo capacity and quick reloading.
He also has a pair of Berretta 92 handguns as backups.
Occasionally he uses a classic shotgun. His signature with this is a point-blank shot that gives off the feeling of being a small cannon of sorts...
In melee combat, Adrian is a master of swordsmanship, and uses a two-handed sword of his own design, nicknamed 'Hell's Bane'.
Family:
Giorgio Seganti - Father, status & location unknown, presumed alive
Johanna Aladrago - Mother, deceased
Lucia Seganti - Older sister, deceased
Alessandro Aladrago - Identical Twin, alive.
Strengths:
Although his training was only near complete, Adrian is a strong and fully capable Gun Kata practitioner, and was classified as 'highly promising'.
Adrian has been off Prozium for quite some time, and is used to a life with emotions, therefore isn't easily distracted by them.
His initial Grammaton training has made him both coldly calculative, and menacingly ruthless.
Shares a sort of empathic bond with his twin. He always seems to subconsciously know how Axel feels, even when they are separated. While Axel is accepted to be the more sensitive of the two towards this empathic bond, because Adrian is more used to feelings, he feels what Axel does more solidly.
Weaknesses:
Since he is able to feel, his feelings can often cloud his reason; most notably, his chronically repressed anger tends to 'explode' when he gets mad.
He is very proud, and never turns down a challenge.
Tends to question authority too much, even if its authority that stands on his side.
His twin brother.
Personality:
Adrian is an anti-conformist, rebellious, sleazy and somewhat loud young man that resents authority, doctrines of any kind and almost any kind of institution. Not quite an idealist, he wants to see the Tetragrammaton regime gone, just 'so that we can all get along with our lives already'. He is cunning, intelligent, foul-mouthed and respects only those he deems worthy, such as John Preston.
He doesn’t let it show easily, but he is actually quite the noble and gentle person. He hesitates to combat unarmed people, and tends to question orders, if they clash with his moral beliefs. Not exactly a people's person, he's only mildly sociable, with a very small circle of friends. He harbours an unconditional devotion towards his younger twin, even if Axel is a Cleric, and opposed to Adrian's beliefs. His greatest wish is to somehow pull his little brother out of the Grammaton tyranny.
History:
Elder of the twin sons of historian Giorgio Seganti and Johanna Aladrago, Adrian was a typical Librian child. He took his Prozium piously and believed the Tetragrammaton teachings were the world's truth.
When Adrian and his twin brother Alessandro were 10, they began to notice their mother, and older sister Lucia behaved a little oddly. They debated whether they should report her or not. Before they could come to a decision, someone took it for them.
One morning, before they headed for their schooling, they witnessed the intrusion of Grammaton Clerics and a taskforce in their home. Their mother and sister were arrested under charges of sense offence, and were promptly burned.
That was the first day they almost neglected taking Prozium.
Eventually the twins expressed exceptional and natural prowess in Gun Kata and swordsmanship, and were trained as aspiring Clerics.
One year before they were of age, thus eligible to be fully-fledged Clerics, they were assigned on a field exercise. The previous day, their father had mysteriously disappeared from home. Both siblings were preoccupied with the disappearance, but they still put heavier focus on their examination.
The class was attacked by rogues, people that lived in the Nethers and saw every stranger as hostile. In the ensuing combat, either because his brotherly instinct seemed to momentarily 'override' the Prozium, or by sheer dumb luck, he took a bullet for his sibling and was presumed dead, and left behind in the hasty retreat.
Adrian though was alive, and was found by members of the Resistance the following day, barely alive. He was carried back to their hideout and nursed back to health. Initially he was disoriented, slightly delusional and psychologically traumatized from the severity of his injury, and the abrupt deprivation of Prozium while being thrust in a culturally rich environment. He recovered pretty fast though and under the protection of Resistance gunsmith Horatio, he took in every emotion-inducing thing he was introduced to, 'like a sponge' as Horatio said.
Feeling grateful for having saved his life and made him realize a lot of things, Adrian decided to forever side with the Resistance.
Under the guidance of other ex-Clerics, he completed Cleric training and became of the Resistance's most competent fighters.
He isn't through with the Grammaton though; his younger twin is still in its clutches, and he's determined to get him out of there.
He also still has the great question as to what happened to their father...
Other Information:
Adrian recently took up smoking. He got this 'bad' habit from Horatio. He smokes Camel brand cigarettes.
Another 'bad' habit of his is that he sometimes shoves the barrel of his gun in his pants' rim for a temporary safe-keeping. Horatio is tired of reminding him that if he's not careful, he might blow 'necesarry bits' off.
He has a horrible sweet tooth; something he also discovered after Horatio took him under his wing. His favourite food is starch sweets, like cookies, cakes, muffins and anything similar. If allowed, he could probably live on that kind of junk food, and totally ruin his teeth. Thankfully, Horatio seems to have him under control.
He's sort of 'adopted' a mongrel German Shepard dog, that he calls Travis. The dog lives around Adrian's 'lair', as he calls his apartment in the Underground. Travis is a curious, friendly and big pooch, that tens to bark when strangers come near the 'lair' or otherwise wag his tail frantically and beg for cuddles.
He and Axel have a habit of mixing powder dyes in their explosives, resulting in colourful blasts and smoke, which they then capture on Polaroid camera.
RESISTANCE MEMBERS ONLY
Hobbies: Reading books, watching old movies on Horatio's busted, salvaged television, sketching things on paper, listening to music.
Favourite Colour:
Black. Horatio has huge fights with him, claiming that black isn't a color, but Adrian insists that it is.
Likes:
Spicy, Chinese and Italian foods; starch-based sweets; beer; his brother (even though he's an enemy!); swords and swordfights; what he brands as 'slaughter fests'; porn magazines; his 'pet' Travis, Horatio and several other Resistance people he trusts the most.
Dislikes:
Totalitarian authority, doctrines, dogmas, Cleric raids, Benjamin Franklin and the British Modernist writers, 20th century experimental movies, Cleric officials.
Music Genres:
Alternative
Grudge Rock
Metal
RP Example:
The smoke from his cigarette was barely enough to cover the stench of gunpowder and tear-gas from the street below. He sat on a piece of debris, along a broken window's sill. One leg was up on the sill, the knee bent, and his elbow resting on the knee; the other leg was lazily touching the floor, the other arm resting against it, Desert Eagle in hand.
He looked down at the street, as the remnants of another riot scattered. Resistance members (they were surprisingly many, much more than Tetragrammaton's estimations) that were reclaiming parts of Libria from the police, and banding up to guard key points of Resistance network; they were joined by civilians and some officers that had stopped taking Prozium (they were easy to tell: they were still confused and disoriented from being able to feel).
And then there was the police. Five months ago, when John Preston assassinated 'Father' and the whole truth of the situation was brought forth, the police and the Grammaton Clerics had gone into a permanent overtime. Riots had broken out everywhere. The Resistance had defended its bases in the Underground, and they had begun moving in from the Nethers too.
The floor behind the door creaked.
His arm shot up and pointed the Desert Eagle at the door, his eyes piercing pools of violent blue.
"Hey... hey! Put that thing down!"
Adrian Aladrago lowered the handgun and turned in his seating, putting both feet on the floor, his elbows on his knees and stared at the man that entered the half-ruined apartment. Horatio the gunsmith, one of the Resistance's most resourceful members, and Adrian's 'mentor' of sorts.
Horatio surveyed the apartment over his sunglasses. About a dozen dead policemen, with evident gunfire wounds, and one dead Cleric. Evidence of struggle was everywhere in the room, and the walls peppered with gunfire holes. There was more evidence of struggle down the halls leading to this door.
"Having fun, I assume?" Horatio asked, glaring at the young man in contempt.
Adrian chuckled, taking a draw from his cigarette. "Hmph. f*gs. Followed me up. What was I supposed to do?” The 18-year-old stood up, cigarette in his lips, and shoved the barrel of his Desert Eagle in his belt, right over his crotch.
Horatio watched him. If he didn't know better, he'd find it hard to believe this barely adult pipsqueak had just killed a whole dozen of officers and a Gammaton Cleric. "Find anything?"
"Nope" Adrian replied, taking the burned out cigarette and putting it out on the wall. "He isn't here. He moved. I'm not surprised. Prozium wouldn't let him understand the concept of family home."
Horatio took a look around the apartment. Adrian's family had lived here... or what was left of the family. After the execution of his mother and sister, Adrian lived here with his father, Giorgio, and his twin brother, Alessandro. Adrian and Alessandro had been separated for a little over a year. Adrian had been off Prozium for most of that time. Alessandro's fate was unknown. But Adrian suspected he was a Cleric by now.
"Nothing more to do here. We're going back. I need leads. I'm going to find him" Adrian said, striding for the door.
"If he's a Cleric, he's got few chances..."
"Dead or alive, I'm going to find him. I know he's out there. I'm betting on him being a Cleric to stay alive 'till I do."
"Hmph, you're confident..."
"Hey... Prozium or no Prozium, my brother and me are the same turf. He's good enough to handle his own. He never got beaten... except by me."
"Times change, Adrian. There are tons of higher-ranking Clerics out there, and neither you, nor your brother are immortal or something!"
"He was always the sensible one, H. I'm counting on his sensibilitykeeping him out of the crazier Clerics' way."
He stepped out of the door, into the body-littered hallway.
"Ready or not, little brother, here I come..." he muttered.
Axel
Real/Full Name: Alessandro Aladrago - Seganti
Name Mostly Called:
Alexander
Axel -> he starts answering to this one after he decides he doesn't like being called 'Alex'.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Alliance: The Tetragrammaton - Grammaton Cleric
The Resistance - New Knight Templar (Former Cleric)
Appearance: Axel is about an inch shorter than his twin, and more lean and sinewy in built, but still athletic and vigorous, with well-developed shoulders and torso. His hair is jet black, not very long, straight, and always combed back on his head and 'glued' there. The fact he has to apply a copious amount of hair gel to keep it there and out of his face annoys him. His eyes are sky-blue, matching his Caucasian and Mediterranean features. Like his twin, he is quite the handsome young man, but his lack of feelings does not allow him to appreciate his appearance. Vanity is outlawed. He is fair-skinned, and somewhat pale, due to spending much time indoors at Grammaton training.
Later on his hair will grow as messy as his brother's, in nearly identical cowlicks, and his skin will cease being so pale.
Usual Clothing: As a recently anointed Grammaton Cleric, Axel wears a common grey suit, standard outfit for the young Clerics.
Later, due to the fact they have almost the same fit, he'll share clothes with his brother, but be less punk-ish and more streamlined. His clothing consists of a pair of jeans, a crimson shirt with long sleeves and a trenchcoat. He too wears a similar cross and ring as his brother does.
Special Weapons:
Axel's style differ's from his brothers, being more dodge-and-counter, and using a sortof intuitive marksmanship to cause critical damage by shooting out vital points.
Standard-issue Grammaton Cleric handguns, concealed in his sleeves, as are the reloading mechanisms.
His training also included bomb and demolition training. He is able to make and diffuse bombs.
Horatio modified a pair of powerful M1911A1, .45 caliber guns for him, making them fit for rapid fire, double maximum ammo and minimum recoil.
Like his brother he can also handle a shotgun well, but more importantly he is a refined, precision sniper, for which he has a semi-auto sniper rifle.
In melee combat, Axel is a master of swordsmanship, and uses a standard katana.
He uses a two-handed sword, similar to his brother's, nicknamed 'Devastator'.
Family:
Giorgio Seganti - Father, status & location unknown, presumed alive
Johanna Aladrago - Mother, deceased
Lucia Seganti - Older sister, deceased
Adrian Aladrago - Identical Twin, alive.
Strengths:
Although young and still inexperienced, Axel is a strong and fully capable Gun Kata practitioner, talented and held at high esteem by his superiors.
His lack of feeling emotions renders him flawlessly cool, calm and precise. His Grammaton training has made him both coldly calculative and ruthless, and can always tell sense-offenders.
Upon cutting off Prozium, Axel's self-awareness and intuitive 'danger sense' went through the roof and made him a very capable avoid-and-counter fighter.
Shares a sort of empathic bond with his twin. He always seems to subconsciously know how Adrian feels. While he was on Prozium, this 'ability' was severely atrophised (even though it is accepted that normally he is more sensitive to empahic/unusual phenomena) and he could only sense his presence or whether he was in pain.
Weaknesses:
His training consisted of techniques and teachings that encouraged conformity. His patterns of attack are predictable.
Since he's been able to feel, his feelings can often cloud his judgement.
He is very proud, and never turns down a challenge.
Not very sociable.
His twin brother.
Personality:
Initially, Axel is like so many other Clerics: Cold, calculative, unmoved, unfeeling and cautious.
Deeply devoted to the teachings of the Tetragrammaton, Axel never questioned or criticized, blindly following the philosophy of Grammaton.
The loss of his brother, whom he thought dead, affected his skills and work very little.
Despite his monochromatic personality, Axel is oddly noble, and refuses to use a firearm against an unarmed opponent, never backstabs, and never strikes a fallen adversary... unless they're a sense-offender.
After being cut off from Prozium, he began showing different, truer colours. He seems to have softened down a little and is less rigid and uptight. He's still rather unsocial and aloof, but gets along with people, as long as they mind their own business. He gets along best with his brother-- or at least, they try to.
He's in control even in extreme situations, and quite noble and honest. He's surprisingly compassionate and humane, but often has a hard time expressing it, or doesn't express it at all.
Most oddly, he has quite a sarcastic and blunt sense of humour, and likes to joke around with his brother.
History:
Younger of the twin sons of historian Giorgio Seganti and Johanna Aladrago, Axel was a typical Librian child. He took his Prozium piously and believed the Tetragrammaton teachings were the world's truth.
When the twins were 10, they began to notice their mother, and older sister Lucia behaved a little oddly. They debated whether they should report her or not. Before they could come to a decision, someone took it for them.
One morning, before they headed for their schooling, they witnessed the intrusion of Grammaton Clerics and a taskforce in their home. Their mother and sister were arrested under charges of sense offence, and were promptly burned.
That was the first day they almost neglected taking Prozium.
Eventually the twins expressed exceptional and natural prowess in Gun Kata and swordsmanship, and were trained as aspiring Clerics.
One year before they were of age, thus eligible to be fully-fledged Clerics, they were assigned on a field exercise. The previous day, their father had mysteriously disappeared from home. Both siblings were preoccupied with the disappearance, but they still put heavier focus on their examination.
The class was attacked by rogues, people that lived in the Nethers and saw every stranger as hostile. In the ensuing combat, either because his brotherly instinct seemed to momentarily 'override' the Prozium, or by sheer dumb luck, he took a bullet for his sibling and was presumed dead, and left behind in the hasty retreat.
Axel was told that Adrian was dead. Though it puzzled him, the less of his brother did not inhibit his Grammaton training, and one year later he was anointed a Grammaton Cleric. He currently works as a junior partner, escorting his higher-rank partner on raids and missions in order to gain more experience. He is highly valued for his ability to tell sense-offenders.
Although leading an absolutely conformed and normal life, Axel is often troubled by a sense of unease, numbness or headaches, and the sense that his brother is somewhere nearby...
Other Information:
When the riots first began, Axel was almost left without Prozium. As a Grammaton Cleric though, he was given special batches of it to keep, and not become a sense offender.
For some reason he can't understand, he feels an odd… attraction towards a certain female trainee doctor his age...
Picking the habit from his brother, Axel takes up smocking, but less frequently. He smokes 'Camel' brand too.
He is a natural guitar player, and likes plucking the strings of his own along to songs, or making up his own.
He's very fond of Travis, and often plays with him.
He has a fascination with colour and colour combinations, and got his brother in their little joke habit of spiking their explosive devices with powder dyes that make the blast and smoke colourful.
RESISTANCE MEMBERS ONLY
Hobbies: Reading books, watching old movies on Horatio's busted, salvaged television, playing the guitar, listening to music.
Favourite Colour:
Crimson
Likes:
Chinese and Italian foods; swords and swordfights; his brother; training; the trainee doctor girl he fancies; porn magazines; Travis; Horatio and several other Resistance people he trusts the most.
Dislikes:
Totalitarian authority, doctrines, dogmas, Cleric raids, 20th century experimental movies, Cleric officials, French literature except Julius Verne and Victor Hugo
Music Genres:
Alternative
Grudge Rock
Metal
RP Example:
Swish... swish...
The discreet sound of the blade's whistle from its friction with air echoed unusually loud in the silent training hall.
It was nearly dusk, many of the riots had stopped, and there was much silence.
There was dark too. His world was sunk in darkness, devoid of the soft light of the training hall. The black headband covering his eyes, sinking his world into a black space. Only sounds to guide him in the training process. His feet against the mat on the floor make soft sounds, and their echo in the space tell him where he is. Should he be facing opponents, their footsteps would tell him where they were in relation to him, the space around them, and his blade.
He swung upwards, down again and in a right arch. His swings were graceful, flowing and expressed every ounce of strength, endurance and dexterity he had. But he would never be able to appreciate the harmony his moves produced. Prozium coursed through his veins, numbing every feeling and raising a barrier that cut him off a part of his own psyche. The teachings of Grammaton stated that part of psyche ought to be crushed, destroyed.
In the silence of his world, a sound of foreign footsteps attracted his attention. Unfamiliar footsteps... someone was approaching.
"Hoh! Alexander, that is enough!" the man said strictly as the young Cleric heard him approaching behind his back, swung around soundlessly and pointed he tip of his katana right at his nose, without even removing his blindfold.
The youth lowered the blade immediately. "Forgive me, Master Eliot. I did not perceive it was you aproching" he said, and tilted his head in a respectful bow to his superior, his hand over his chest.
"Given your commitment to your training, soon you probably will" replied the high-rank Cleric non-challantly. "You have been assigned as the partner of a higher-rank Cleric, Alexander."
That's how it went. Juniors were first assigned with veterans. He lowered the blade, and then sheathed it. Light erupted through his world of dark as he removed the blindfold. Sky blue eyes blinked to remove the uncomfortable feeling of light attacking them.
Master Marcus Eliot was in his 40s, most of which he had spent as a Cleric. He rarely joined in raids now. He was a tutor for younger Clerics. Alexander Aladrago , just over 18, was recently anointed official Cleric, and showed great promise. Eliot handed Alexander a white, sealed envelope.
Alexander took the envelope. He broke the seal and read the notice inside, printed on crisp, brand new, odourless paper. He read the brief lines, and nodded, satisfied.
"Thank you, Master Eliot. This is an honour. I will be on my way now" said the youth.
He stood at attention, did on last courteous bow of respect, to which Master Eliot replied with a brief nod of the head, and then departed from the training hall, down the corridors, with chances of meeting with fellow Clerics who were coming for practice.
[glow=red,2,300]Major Spoilers Ahead[/glow]
(In red are the things that occur after Axel joins the Resistance. Yes he joins, so shoosh)
Adrian
Real/Full Name: Adrian Aladrago - Seganti
Name Mostly Called:
Adrian
'Addie' - some people, mostly women, tend to call him this in a 'cute' manner, but he really hates it.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Alliance: The Resistance - New Knight Templar (Former (trainee) Cleric)
Appearance:
Adrian is the taller of the twins, and is a little more buff, but doesn't fall into the category of 'beefy'. His hair is jet black, in perpetually messy cowlicks that get over his face a lot, a small statement of his rejection of conformity. His eyes are sky blue and his features Caucasian/Mediterranean. He is fair skinned, but rather tanned, due to his living out in the Nethers and getting a lot of sunlight instead of being cooped up in moody Libria.
Usual Clothing:
Adrian never made it to official Cleric, due to his young age, and only has a Cleric trainee outfit, that he keeps in the bottom of his closet.
Most usually he wears clothes of the old era: a charcoal-black 5.11 shirt and bleached blue denim jeans, as well as a brown B3 bomber jacket. Under the jacket he wears a black, double gun holster that keeps his guns hidden, and lets him draw them easily, crossing his arms over his torso and drawing them out from opposite directions. He always wears a pendant with a gold cross, and a silver ring on his right hand, and has a fetish about belts.
Special Weapons:
Adrian, a very angry, if noble, non-conformist teenager, likes heavy arming, and his style is more all-out offensive than his brother's, and relies a lot on surprise attacks.
Never an official Grammaton Cleric, he was not issued standard Cleric firearms, so he had to procure his own.
Thanks to Resistance gunsmith, Horatio, Adrian uses a pair of Desert Eagle handguns, especially modified for fast firing, double maximum ammo capacity and quick reloading.
He also has a pair of Berretta 92 handguns as backups.
Occasionally he uses a classic shotgun. His signature with this is a point-blank shot that gives off the feeling of being a small cannon of sorts...
In melee combat, Adrian is a master of swordsmanship, and uses a two-handed sword of his own design, nicknamed 'Hell's Bane'.
Family:
Giorgio Seganti - Father, status & location unknown, presumed alive
Johanna Aladrago - Mother, deceased
Lucia Seganti - Older sister, deceased
Alessandro Aladrago - Identical Twin, alive.
Strengths:
Although his training was only near complete, Adrian is a strong and fully capable Gun Kata practitioner, and was classified as 'highly promising'.
Adrian has been off Prozium for quite some time, and is used to a life with emotions, therefore isn't easily distracted by them.
His initial Grammaton training has made him both coldly calculative, and menacingly ruthless.
Shares a sort of empathic bond with his twin. He always seems to subconsciously know how Axel feels, even when they are separated. While Axel is accepted to be the more sensitive of the two towards this empathic bond, because Adrian is more used to feelings, he feels what Axel does more solidly.
Weaknesses:
Since he is able to feel, his feelings can often cloud his reason; most notably, his chronically repressed anger tends to 'explode' when he gets mad.
He is very proud, and never turns down a challenge.
Tends to question authority too much, even if its authority that stands on his side.
His twin brother.
Personality:
Adrian is an anti-conformist, rebellious, sleazy and somewhat loud young man that resents authority, doctrines of any kind and almost any kind of institution. Not quite an idealist, he wants to see the Tetragrammaton regime gone, just 'so that we can all get along with our lives already'. He is cunning, intelligent, foul-mouthed and respects only those he deems worthy, such as John Preston.
He doesn’t let it show easily, but he is actually quite the noble and gentle person. He hesitates to combat unarmed people, and tends to question orders, if they clash with his moral beliefs. Not exactly a people's person, he's only mildly sociable, with a very small circle of friends. He harbours an unconditional devotion towards his younger twin, even if Axel is a Cleric, and opposed to Adrian's beliefs. His greatest wish is to somehow pull his little brother out of the Grammaton tyranny.
History:
Elder of the twin sons of historian Giorgio Seganti and Johanna Aladrago, Adrian was a typical Librian child. He took his Prozium piously and believed the Tetragrammaton teachings were the world's truth.
When Adrian and his twin brother Alessandro were 10, they began to notice their mother, and older sister Lucia behaved a little oddly. They debated whether they should report her or not. Before they could come to a decision, someone took it for them.
One morning, before they headed for their schooling, they witnessed the intrusion of Grammaton Clerics and a taskforce in their home. Their mother and sister were arrested under charges of sense offence, and were promptly burned.
That was the first day they almost neglected taking Prozium.
Eventually the twins expressed exceptional and natural prowess in Gun Kata and swordsmanship, and were trained as aspiring Clerics.
One year before they were of age, thus eligible to be fully-fledged Clerics, they were assigned on a field exercise. The previous day, their father had mysteriously disappeared from home. Both siblings were preoccupied with the disappearance, but they still put heavier focus on their examination.
The class was attacked by rogues, people that lived in the Nethers and saw every stranger as hostile. In the ensuing combat, either because his brotherly instinct seemed to momentarily 'override' the Prozium, or by sheer dumb luck, he took a bullet for his sibling and was presumed dead, and left behind in the hasty retreat.
Adrian though was alive, and was found by members of the Resistance the following day, barely alive. He was carried back to their hideout and nursed back to health. Initially he was disoriented, slightly delusional and psychologically traumatized from the severity of his injury, and the abrupt deprivation of Prozium while being thrust in a culturally rich environment. He recovered pretty fast though and under the protection of Resistance gunsmith Horatio, he took in every emotion-inducing thing he was introduced to, 'like a sponge' as Horatio said.
Feeling grateful for having saved his life and made him realize a lot of things, Adrian decided to forever side with the Resistance.
Under the guidance of other ex-Clerics, he completed Cleric training and became of the Resistance's most competent fighters.
He isn't through with the Grammaton though; his younger twin is still in its clutches, and he's determined to get him out of there.
He also still has the great question as to what happened to their father...
Other Information:
Adrian recently took up smoking. He got this 'bad' habit from Horatio. He smokes Camel brand cigarettes.
Another 'bad' habit of his is that he sometimes shoves the barrel of his gun in his pants' rim for a temporary safe-keeping. Horatio is tired of reminding him that if he's not careful, he might blow 'necesarry bits' off.
He has a horrible sweet tooth; something he also discovered after Horatio took him under his wing. His favourite food is starch sweets, like cookies, cakes, muffins and anything similar. If allowed, he could probably live on that kind of junk food, and totally ruin his teeth. Thankfully, Horatio seems to have him under control.
He's sort of 'adopted' a mongrel German Shepard dog, that he calls Travis. The dog lives around Adrian's 'lair', as he calls his apartment in the Underground. Travis is a curious, friendly and big pooch, that tens to bark when strangers come near the 'lair' or otherwise wag his tail frantically and beg for cuddles.
He and Axel have a habit of mixing powder dyes in their explosives, resulting in colourful blasts and smoke, which they then capture on Polaroid camera.
RESISTANCE MEMBERS ONLY
Hobbies: Reading books, watching old movies on Horatio's busted, salvaged television, sketching things on paper, listening to music.
Favourite Colour:
Black. Horatio has huge fights with him, claiming that black isn't a color, but Adrian insists that it is.
Likes:
Spicy, Chinese and Italian foods; starch-based sweets; beer; his brother (even though he's an enemy!); swords and swordfights; what he brands as 'slaughter fests'; porn magazines; his 'pet' Travis, Horatio and several other Resistance people he trusts the most.
Dislikes:
Totalitarian authority, doctrines, dogmas, Cleric raids, Benjamin Franklin and the British Modernist writers, 20th century experimental movies, Cleric officials.
Music Genres:
Alternative
Grudge Rock
Metal
RP Example:
The smoke from his cigarette was barely enough to cover the stench of gunpowder and tear-gas from the street below. He sat on a piece of debris, along a broken window's sill. One leg was up on the sill, the knee bent, and his elbow resting on the knee; the other leg was lazily touching the floor, the other arm resting against it, Desert Eagle in hand.
He looked down at the street, as the remnants of another riot scattered. Resistance members (they were surprisingly many, much more than Tetragrammaton's estimations) that were reclaiming parts of Libria from the police, and banding up to guard key points of Resistance network; they were joined by civilians and some officers that had stopped taking Prozium (they were easy to tell: they were still confused and disoriented from being able to feel).
And then there was the police. Five months ago, when John Preston assassinated 'Father' and the whole truth of the situation was brought forth, the police and the Grammaton Clerics had gone into a permanent overtime. Riots had broken out everywhere. The Resistance had defended its bases in the Underground, and they had begun moving in from the Nethers too.
The floor behind the door creaked.
His arm shot up and pointed the Desert Eagle at the door, his eyes piercing pools of violent blue.
"Hey... hey! Put that thing down!"
Adrian Aladrago lowered the handgun and turned in his seating, putting both feet on the floor, his elbows on his knees and stared at the man that entered the half-ruined apartment. Horatio the gunsmith, one of the Resistance's most resourceful members, and Adrian's 'mentor' of sorts.
Horatio surveyed the apartment over his sunglasses. About a dozen dead policemen, with evident gunfire wounds, and one dead Cleric. Evidence of struggle was everywhere in the room, and the walls peppered with gunfire holes. There was more evidence of struggle down the halls leading to this door.
"Having fun, I assume?" Horatio asked, glaring at the young man in contempt.
Adrian chuckled, taking a draw from his cigarette. "Hmph. f*gs. Followed me up. What was I supposed to do?” The 18-year-old stood up, cigarette in his lips, and shoved the barrel of his Desert Eagle in his belt, right over his crotch.
Horatio watched him. If he didn't know better, he'd find it hard to believe this barely adult pipsqueak had just killed a whole dozen of officers and a Gammaton Cleric. "Find anything?"
"Nope" Adrian replied, taking the burned out cigarette and putting it out on the wall. "He isn't here. He moved. I'm not surprised. Prozium wouldn't let him understand the concept of family home."
Horatio took a look around the apartment. Adrian's family had lived here... or what was left of the family. After the execution of his mother and sister, Adrian lived here with his father, Giorgio, and his twin brother, Alessandro. Adrian and Alessandro had been separated for a little over a year. Adrian had been off Prozium for most of that time. Alessandro's fate was unknown. But Adrian suspected he was a Cleric by now.
"Nothing more to do here. We're going back. I need leads. I'm going to find him" Adrian said, striding for the door.
"If he's a Cleric, he's got few chances..."
"Dead or alive, I'm going to find him. I know he's out there. I'm betting on him being a Cleric to stay alive 'till I do."
"Hmph, you're confident..."
"Hey... Prozium or no Prozium, my brother and me are the same turf. He's good enough to handle his own. He never got beaten... except by me."
"Times change, Adrian. There are tons of higher-ranking Clerics out there, and neither you, nor your brother are immortal or something!"
"He was always the sensible one, H. I'm counting on his sensibilitykeeping him out of the crazier Clerics' way."
He stepped out of the door, into the body-littered hallway.
"Ready or not, little brother, here I come..." he muttered.
Axel
Real/Full Name: Alessandro Aladrago - Seganti
Name Mostly Called:
Alexander
Axel -> he starts answering to this one after he decides he doesn't like being called 'Alex'.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Alliance: The Tetragrammaton - Grammaton Cleric
The Resistance - New Knight Templar (Former Cleric)
Appearance: Axel is about an inch shorter than his twin, and more lean and sinewy in built, but still athletic and vigorous, with well-developed shoulders and torso. His hair is jet black, not very long, straight, and always combed back on his head and 'glued' there. The fact he has to apply a copious amount of hair gel to keep it there and out of his face annoys him. His eyes are sky-blue, matching his Caucasian and Mediterranean features. Like his twin, he is quite the handsome young man, but his lack of feelings does not allow him to appreciate his appearance. Vanity is outlawed. He is fair-skinned, and somewhat pale, due to spending much time indoors at Grammaton training.
Later on his hair will grow as messy as his brother's, in nearly identical cowlicks, and his skin will cease being so pale.
Usual Clothing: As a recently anointed Grammaton Cleric, Axel wears a common grey suit, standard outfit for the young Clerics.
Later, due to the fact they have almost the same fit, he'll share clothes with his brother, but be less punk-ish and more streamlined. His clothing consists of a pair of jeans, a crimson shirt with long sleeves and a trenchcoat. He too wears a similar cross and ring as his brother does.
Special Weapons:
Axel's style differ's from his brothers, being more dodge-and-counter, and using a sortof intuitive marksmanship to cause critical damage by shooting out vital points.
Standard-issue Grammaton Cleric handguns, concealed in his sleeves, as are the reloading mechanisms.
His training also included bomb and demolition training. He is able to make and diffuse bombs.
Horatio modified a pair of powerful M1911A1, .45 caliber guns for him, making them fit for rapid fire, double maximum ammo and minimum recoil.
Like his brother he can also handle a shotgun well, but more importantly he is a refined, precision sniper, for which he has a semi-auto sniper rifle.
In melee combat, Axel is a master of swordsmanship, and uses a standard katana.
He uses a two-handed sword, similar to his brother's, nicknamed 'Devastator'.
Family:
Giorgio Seganti - Father, status & location unknown, presumed alive
Johanna Aladrago - Mother, deceased
Lucia Seganti - Older sister, deceased
Adrian Aladrago - Identical Twin, alive.
Strengths:
Although young and still inexperienced, Axel is a strong and fully capable Gun Kata practitioner, talented and held at high esteem by his superiors.
His lack of feeling emotions renders him flawlessly cool, calm and precise. His Grammaton training has made him both coldly calculative and ruthless, and can always tell sense-offenders.
Upon cutting off Prozium, Axel's self-awareness and intuitive 'danger sense' went through the roof and made him a very capable avoid-and-counter fighter.
Shares a sort of empathic bond with his twin. He always seems to subconsciously know how Adrian feels. While he was on Prozium, this 'ability' was severely atrophised (even though it is accepted that normally he is more sensitive to empahic/unusual phenomena) and he could only sense his presence or whether he was in pain.
Weaknesses:
His training consisted of techniques and teachings that encouraged conformity. His patterns of attack are predictable.
Since he's been able to feel, his feelings can often cloud his judgement.
He is very proud, and never turns down a challenge.
Not very sociable.
His twin brother.
Personality:
Initially, Axel is like so many other Clerics: Cold, calculative, unmoved, unfeeling and cautious.
Deeply devoted to the teachings of the Tetragrammaton, Axel never questioned or criticized, blindly following the philosophy of Grammaton.
The loss of his brother, whom he thought dead, affected his skills and work very little.
Despite his monochromatic personality, Axel is oddly noble, and refuses to use a firearm against an unarmed opponent, never backstabs, and never strikes a fallen adversary... unless they're a sense-offender.
After being cut off from Prozium, he began showing different, truer colours. He seems to have softened down a little and is less rigid and uptight. He's still rather unsocial and aloof, but gets along with people, as long as they mind their own business. He gets along best with his brother-- or at least, they try to.
He's in control even in extreme situations, and quite noble and honest. He's surprisingly compassionate and humane, but often has a hard time expressing it, or doesn't express it at all.
Most oddly, he has quite a sarcastic and blunt sense of humour, and likes to joke around with his brother.
History:
Younger of the twin sons of historian Giorgio Seganti and Johanna Aladrago, Axel was a typical Librian child. He took his Prozium piously and believed the Tetragrammaton teachings were the world's truth.
When the twins were 10, they began to notice their mother, and older sister Lucia behaved a little oddly. They debated whether they should report her or not. Before they could come to a decision, someone took it for them.
One morning, before they headed for their schooling, they witnessed the intrusion of Grammaton Clerics and a taskforce in their home. Their mother and sister were arrested under charges of sense offence, and were promptly burned.
That was the first day they almost neglected taking Prozium.
Eventually the twins expressed exceptional and natural prowess in Gun Kata and swordsmanship, and were trained as aspiring Clerics.
One year before they were of age, thus eligible to be fully-fledged Clerics, they were assigned on a field exercise. The previous day, their father had mysteriously disappeared from home. Both siblings were preoccupied with the disappearance, but they still put heavier focus on their examination.
The class was attacked by rogues, people that lived in the Nethers and saw every stranger as hostile. In the ensuing combat, either because his brotherly instinct seemed to momentarily 'override' the Prozium, or by sheer dumb luck, he took a bullet for his sibling and was presumed dead, and left behind in the hasty retreat.
Axel was told that Adrian was dead. Though it puzzled him, the less of his brother did not inhibit his Grammaton training, and one year later he was anointed a Grammaton Cleric. He currently works as a junior partner, escorting his higher-rank partner on raids and missions in order to gain more experience. He is highly valued for his ability to tell sense-offenders.
Although leading an absolutely conformed and normal life, Axel is often troubled by a sense of unease, numbness or headaches, and the sense that his brother is somewhere nearby...
Other Information:
When the riots first began, Axel was almost left without Prozium. As a Grammaton Cleric though, he was given special batches of it to keep, and not become a sense offender.
For some reason he can't understand, he feels an odd… attraction towards a certain female trainee doctor his age...
Picking the habit from his brother, Axel takes up smocking, but less frequently. He smokes 'Camel' brand too.
He is a natural guitar player, and likes plucking the strings of his own along to songs, or making up his own.
He's very fond of Travis, and often plays with him.
He has a fascination with colour and colour combinations, and got his brother in their little joke habit of spiking their explosive devices with powder dyes that make the blast and smoke colourful.
RESISTANCE MEMBERS ONLY
Hobbies: Reading books, watching old movies on Horatio's busted, salvaged television, playing the guitar, listening to music.
Favourite Colour:
Crimson
Likes:
Chinese and Italian foods; swords and swordfights; his brother; training; the trainee doctor girl he fancies; porn magazines; Travis; Horatio and several other Resistance people he trusts the most.
Dislikes:
Totalitarian authority, doctrines, dogmas, Cleric raids, 20th century experimental movies, Cleric officials, French literature except Julius Verne and Victor Hugo
Music Genres:
Alternative
Grudge Rock
Metal
RP Example:
Swish... swish...
The discreet sound of the blade's whistle from its friction with air echoed unusually loud in the silent training hall.
It was nearly dusk, many of the riots had stopped, and there was much silence.
There was dark too. His world was sunk in darkness, devoid of the soft light of the training hall. The black headband covering his eyes, sinking his world into a black space. Only sounds to guide him in the training process. His feet against the mat on the floor make soft sounds, and their echo in the space tell him where he is. Should he be facing opponents, their footsteps would tell him where they were in relation to him, the space around them, and his blade.
He swung upwards, down again and in a right arch. His swings were graceful, flowing and expressed every ounce of strength, endurance and dexterity he had. But he would never be able to appreciate the harmony his moves produced. Prozium coursed through his veins, numbing every feeling and raising a barrier that cut him off a part of his own psyche. The teachings of Grammaton stated that part of psyche ought to be crushed, destroyed.
In the silence of his world, a sound of foreign footsteps attracted his attention. Unfamiliar footsteps... someone was approaching.
"Hoh! Alexander, that is enough!" the man said strictly as the young Cleric heard him approaching behind his back, swung around soundlessly and pointed he tip of his katana right at his nose, without even removing his blindfold.
The youth lowered the blade immediately. "Forgive me, Master Eliot. I did not perceive it was you aproching" he said, and tilted his head in a respectful bow to his superior, his hand over his chest.
"Given your commitment to your training, soon you probably will" replied the high-rank Cleric non-challantly. "You have been assigned as the partner of a higher-rank Cleric, Alexander."
That's how it went. Juniors were first assigned with veterans. He lowered the blade, and then sheathed it. Light erupted through his world of dark as he removed the blindfold. Sky blue eyes blinked to remove the uncomfortable feeling of light attacking them.
Master Marcus Eliot was in his 40s, most of which he had spent as a Cleric. He rarely joined in raids now. He was a tutor for younger Clerics. Alexander Aladrago , just over 18, was recently anointed official Cleric, and showed great promise. Eliot handed Alexander a white, sealed envelope.
Alexander took the envelope. He broke the seal and read the notice inside, printed on crisp, brand new, odourless paper. He read the brief lines, and nodded, satisfied.
"Thank you, Master Eliot. This is an honour. I will be on my way now" said the youth.
He stood at attention, did on last courteous bow of respect, to which Master Eliot replied with a brief nod of the head, and then departed from the training hall, down the corridors, with chances of meeting with fellow Clerics who were coming for practice.
