Post by wiselolita7 on Jan 1, 2012 0:31:52 GMT -5
V ASH ZWINGLI
� N-ame || Colonel Vash Zzwingli
� A-liases || N / A
� A-ge || 20
� G-ender || Male
� F-amily || Lieutenant General Augustus Zwingli (father), Clara Zwingli (mother, deceased)
� E-ye color || Green
� H-air color || Blonde
� H-eight || 5' 5"
� W-eight || 140
� D-efining features || N / A
� A-dditional features || He prefers not being in the military uniform when off duty, unlike some of the military that likes using the military uniform as a status symbol. Despite the status he'd be able to achieve, it just doesn't feel... right, exactly. He prefers just something simple, something not too noticeable in a crowd, when he is not on duty. After all, what he really wants is peace and stability, so why the h would he walk around in an uptight military uniform? He wears a bullet-proof vest under his garments though, even if off duty.
� J-ob || Colonel
� R-eason for current profession ||Because it seemed right His father was a Lieutenant General, so it seems right that Vash rise up the ranks and become part of the military as well. Also, pressure from other relatives is another viable answer.
� D-istrict || North Residential District
� P-ersonality ||
Despite Vash's current profession, he appears to be eternally neutral with most issues. He doesn't really care for the Draconian/Ruthian conflict, even if his family had leaned towards the Draconian side of things. He really doesn't care who exactly is in control, though he holds a slight disdain towards the Ruthians due to the violence they have caused. That is perhaps the reason he seems like he sided with the Draconians in the dispute. First, the pressure and threats. Second, it is just what is expected, something that he can't exactly get himself out of doing. But weighing the options, that is perhaps the best way to go. Despite his outlook on life as wanting peace, he is definitely ready to defend himself, even if that requires killing off certain people. In the face of danger, he is ready to fight, there's absolutely no fleeing. And he won't admit, but he is slightly trigger-happy, and won't be afraid to shoot his gun.
He is known to be a recluse, an anti-social, and prefers solidarity. Of course, he is forced into just the opposite of that. Military status has its benefits that Vash just hasn't came to enjoy. Being invited to parties due to connections from his mother really haven't given him anything of his best interest, rather, he forced himself to socialize, even if he does get that occasional "he isn't like his father at all" comment. As it seems, his parents had been quite a pair of socialites. There is absolutely no solidarity when he is recognized as a high-ranking military official. Still, he enjoys the basic stabilitity of this kind of life. There's always food on the table, money in the pocket, and a sufficient house with the added bonus of people cleaning up after him. Nothing much to complain about, though life is starting to become a rut.
Regarding romance, he isn't too big on this aspect in life. He doesn't really believe in true love or love at first sight. That doesn't exist to him. That is perhaps because he hasn't really exactly seen much love in his life at all. He even started wondering how the heck his ever-so-stoic father fell in love with his mother those years ago. He doesn't believe in erotic actions, as that just doesn't please him. Though it is reported that he does shoot at erotic figures, those rumours are not true... or so we think.
He is very pessimistic and close-minded to say the least. An argument with him isn't recommended. He does lose his temper easily. But he doesn't go into attack mode when it is more of a logical argument. He may start preaching, a bad habit of his that he can't seem to shake away. It is almost humiliating, but yes, he will find himself preaching.
You can say he is a 'perfect soldier'. Because he wants to avoid much conflict, he will do what he is told, and definitely wouldn't mind ordering his fellow lower ranked officers. This is perhaps because that was just something that was always expected fr4om him, and one mess-up may mean he will end up with weeks' worth of "Is he really a son of a Lieutenant General?"
Despite the money that his parents had left him, he is still quite frugal to say the least. He's quite a pennypincher, and you may as well notice that he isn't too keen on giving guests the best stay that money can buy. With gunsmithery, he learnt how to modify guns himself as to not have to pay someone every single time he wants to change something with his weaponry.
He easily distrusts others and is a bit of a xenophobe. And so, his view towards pirates, thieves and Ruthians are slightly... not very good to say the least. Fear and anger, though he wouldn't admit to the fear part.
� L-ikes ||
� Guns
� Peace
� Money
� Goats
� Time
� Logic
� When things are concrete and easy to decide upon.
� D-islikes ||
� Situations in which he cannot defend himself
� Having money stolen/lost/wasted
� Wasting time
� Traitors
� Being dragged into problems
� Loud and social situations
� Annoying people
� F-ears ||
� Making the wrong decision
� Dying without meaning
� War suddenly becoming a little too personal
� Being wrongly accused
� G-oals ||
� Get to a high military rank
� Then drop out of the military when things seem peaceful enough
� Get away to somewhere peaceful
� Get enough money (who knows when the heck that's going to happen? *shot*)
° Make things peaceful... no more opposition groups and such where a world can be agreed upon
° Master gunsmithery (and hopefully make the ultimate gun)
� H-istory ||
Vash Zwingli was born into the upper-crust life, but already, things would have been much happier if he had been born into the... right family. For one thing, his mother had died while giving birth to him, resulting in a very bitter Lieutenant General Augustus Zwingli. No one had expected the slightly sassy and charismatic Clara Zwingli to die in the process. She had been thought to be a strong woman married to a strong man, after all. Lieutenant General Augustus was bitter for all of Vash's childhood, and he just wouldn't look at his son and truly smile. Of course, there were those moments where he would actually act like a father, but really, that just isn't often enough.
However, even if Augustus didn't act like a father, he acted like a great warden and boot camp instructor. Home was just a second barracks to him without his wife. When Vash was old enough to wield a gunthough still illegal at the time, he was the one to teach Vash how to shoot it, reload it, and aim it.
"You see, things would be much more peaceful if Ruthians didn't exist, now wouldn't they, Vashy boy? Maybe your mother wouldn't have died if those vermin didn't exist," Augustus had once said.
Augustus Zwingli had always tried to put blame on his wife's death, even though there was none to blame. Sometimes, Vash would catch his father glaring at him, though once they had gotten to a point of friendship, when Vash had joined the army and risen a rank or two, his father had grown more accustomed to blaming Ruthians for his wife's death.
Vash had continued on with his education as well. As it seemed, his mother had been prepared for an instance that she would be gone. The whole library at their home had been well-equiped with books of varying topics, and she did have a safe of extra money in that library for education, in event that Vash's father would... react the way he did. She was a notoriously cunning woman, after all, one of the ways she had gotten herself into the nobility status in the first place. As a child, before he was able to join the military, he had studied in that very library for quite a while. Still, he hadn't been truly exactly like his mother with his interests. What interested him most with studying was perhaps the history books. He would scoff at the silly arguments that people made, why in the world people would do such strange things... and yet he found it saddening that wars have occurred over silly things that people couldn't just take to talk about in to settle scores. Quite stupid that lives had to be lost in order for just one person to come into power. One insignificant and... selfish being. If only people learnt how to talk about their problems...
Of course, Vash hadn't taken to the equally peaceful edge to solving those problems exactly... He just grew a resistance to not want to fight unless it was necessary. He still struggles within himself on how to solve problems without guns. It is just a... natural impulse to just pull out some artillery and shoot whoever is causing the problems. But of course, that wasn't exactly going to solve anything in anyone's eyes. Yet of course, because he didn't want to seem like some cowardly imbecile that is the flipping son of Lieutenant General Augustus Zwingli... a disappointment. Vash kept a stoic face through all the training and fighting that military had to do. It just was something that had to be. To keep order.
At present, Vash is a Colonel, and very satisfied with his position. Though still just a little bit below his father's own rank, he knows he'll take his place sooner or later. The old man is getting old, after all. And the old man's mind wasn't as sharp as it used to be. Too bad he's still quite healthy looking at the moment.
� R-oleplay example ||
The sun rose over the horizon, sending out ribbons of red and orange, colouring the clouds with a slight purple hue. The sunrise symbolically was a time of a new day, a new beginning, a new start. A calming time for most as they arise from heaven or hell, depending on what they had dreamt the night before, how they slept, and if they had blacked out from alcohol the night before or not. For Vash, however, that meant time to wake up and face the day. Time to get off that lazy arse and start working.
He got up from the cot, brusquely rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked towards the rest of the men in his barracks unit. Of course they were still asleep. It was only the break of dawn, after all. He took the green robe from the slightly rusted hook, pacing towards the door of the barracks.
Being stationed on a ship isn't exactly something that one wouldn't call 'glamorous'. It was definitely something easy to admit, but the S. O. A. (Ship of Atheros) Sea Hawk wasn't something you could even begin to compare with the Zwingli estate. Even with the liberty of having those underlings clean the bathrooms and 'swab the deck', it would perhaps take the professional housekeeping of the Noble and Draconian estates to truly clean it out well. But what were you to expect from a ship filled with full-grown, often-armed, and from the lower ranks, slightly uncultured men? Gross showers, for one. A ship rat... A bunch of terribly icky varieties of colourful mildew. Yup, what are you expecting from men.
Vash felt the ship rumble, as if... struck. He put his robe back on and paced out the door.
"Sir, we seem to have a small problem regarding... some fugitive pirates?" a man said. Vash gave the man a clout to the head.
"Be certain it really is pirates," Vash said, taking a gun off it's holster on the wall "because they won't be for long."
� U-sername || wiselolita7
� A-ge || 14 (Ack, I feel young... I turn 15 in July?
)
� T-ime zone || PST // GMT - 8 hours
�W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Paradise by Coldplay
� N-ame || Colonel Vash Zzwingli
� A-liases || N / A
� A-ge || 20
� G-ender || Male
� F-amily || Lieutenant General Augustus Zwingli (father), Clara Zwingli (mother, deceased)
\-|-�-|-/
� E-ye color || Green
� H-air color || Blonde
� H-eight || 5' 5"
� W-eight || 140
� D-efining features || N / A
� A-dditional features || He prefers not being in the military uniform when off duty, unlike some of the military that likes using the military uniform as a status symbol. Despite the status he'd be able to achieve, it just doesn't feel... right, exactly. He prefers just something simple, something not too noticeable in a crowd, when he is not on duty. After all, what he really wants is peace and stability, so why the h would he walk around in an uptight military uniform? He wears a bullet-proof vest under his garments though, even if off duty.
\-|-�-|-/
� J-ob || Colonel
� R-eason for current profession ||
� D-istrict || North Residential District
\-|-�-|-/
� P-ersonality ||
Despite Vash's current profession, he appears to be eternally neutral with most issues. He doesn't really care for the Draconian/Ruthian conflict, even if his family had leaned towards the Draconian side of things. He really doesn't care who exactly is in control, though he holds a slight disdain towards the Ruthians due to the violence they have caused. That is perhaps the reason he seems like he sided with the Draconians in the dispute. First, the pressure and threats. Second, it is just what is expected, something that he can't exactly get himself out of doing. But weighing the options, that is perhaps the best way to go. Despite his outlook on life as wanting peace, he is definitely ready to defend himself, even if that requires killing off certain people. In the face of danger, he is ready to fight, there's absolutely no fleeing. And he won't admit, but he is slightly trigger-happy, and won't be afraid to shoot his gun.
He is known to be a recluse, an anti-social, and prefers solidarity. Of course, he is forced into just the opposite of that. Military status has its benefits that Vash just hasn't came to enjoy. Being invited to parties due to connections from his mother really haven't given him anything of his best interest, rather, he forced himself to socialize, even if he does get that occasional "he isn't like his father at all" comment. As it seems, his parents had been quite a pair of socialites. There is absolutely no solidarity when he is recognized as a high-ranking military official. Still, he enjoys the basic stabilitity of this kind of life. There's always food on the table, money in the pocket, and a sufficient house with the added bonus of people cleaning up after him. Nothing much to complain about, though life is starting to become a rut.
Regarding romance, he isn't too big on this aspect in life. He doesn't really believe in true love or love at first sight. That doesn't exist to him. That is perhaps because he hasn't really exactly seen much love in his life at all. He even started wondering how the heck his ever-so-stoic father fell in love with his mother those years ago. He doesn't believe in erotic actions, as that just doesn't please him. Though it is reported that he does shoot at erotic figures, those rumours are not true... or so we think.
He is very pessimistic and close-minded to say the least. An argument with him isn't recommended. He does lose his temper easily. But he doesn't go into attack mode when it is more of a logical argument. He may start preaching, a bad habit of his that he can't seem to shake away. It is almost humiliating, but yes, he will find himself preaching.
You can say he is a 'perfect soldier'. Because he wants to avoid much conflict, he will do what he is told, and definitely wouldn't mind ordering his fellow lower ranked officers. This is perhaps because that was just something that was always expected fr4om him, and one mess-up may mean he will end up with weeks' worth of "Is he really a son of a Lieutenant General?"
Despite the money that his parents had left him, he is still quite frugal to say the least. He's quite a pennypincher, and you may as well notice that he isn't too keen on giving guests the best stay that money can buy. With gunsmithery, he learnt how to modify guns himself as to not have to pay someone every single time he wants to change something with his weaponry.
He easily distrusts others and is a bit of a xenophobe. And so, his view towards pirates, thieves and Ruthians are slightly... not very good to say the least. Fear and anger, though he wouldn't admit to the fear part.
� L-ikes ||
� Guns
� Peace
� Money
� Goats
� Time
� Logic
� When things are concrete and easy to decide upon.
� D-islikes ||
� Situations in which he cannot defend himself
� Having money stolen/lost/wasted
� Wasting time
� Traitors
� Being dragged into problems
� Loud and social situations
� Annoying people
� F-ears ||
� Making the wrong decision
� Dying without meaning
� War suddenly becoming a little too personal
� Being wrongly accused
� G-oals ||
� Get to a high military rank
� Then drop out of the military when things seem peaceful enough
� Get away to somewhere peaceful
� Get enough money (who knows when the heck that's going to happen? *shot*)
° Make things peaceful... no more opposition groups and such where a world can be agreed upon
° Master gunsmithery (and hopefully make the ultimate gun)
\-|-�-|-/
� H-istory ||
Vash Zwingli was born into the upper-crust life, but already, things would have been much happier if he had been born into the... right family. For one thing, his mother had died while giving birth to him, resulting in a very bitter Lieutenant General Augustus Zwingli. No one had expected the slightly sassy and charismatic Clara Zwingli to die in the process. She had been thought to be a strong woman married to a strong man, after all. Lieutenant General Augustus was bitter for all of Vash's childhood, and he just wouldn't look at his son and truly smile. Of course, there were those moments where he would actually act like a father, but really, that just isn't often enough.
However, even if Augustus didn't act like a father, he acted like a great warden and boot camp instructor. Home was just a second barracks to him without his wife. When Vash was old enough to wield a gun
"You see, things would be much more peaceful if Ruthians didn't exist, now wouldn't they, Vashy boy? Maybe your mother wouldn't have died if those vermin didn't exist," Augustus had once said.
Augustus Zwingli had always tried to put blame on his wife's death, even though there was none to blame. Sometimes, Vash would catch his father glaring at him, though once they had gotten to a point of friendship, when Vash had joined the army and risen a rank or two, his father had grown more accustomed to blaming Ruthians for his wife's death.
Vash had continued on with his education as well. As it seemed, his mother had been prepared for an instance that she would be gone. The whole library at their home had been well-equiped with books of varying topics, and she did have a safe of extra money in that library for education, in event that Vash's father would... react the way he did. She was a notoriously cunning woman, after all, one of the ways she had gotten herself into the nobility status in the first place. As a child, before he was able to join the military, he had studied in that very library for quite a while. Still, he hadn't been truly exactly like his mother with his interests. What interested him most with studying was perhaps the history books. He would scoff at the silly arguments that people made, why in the world people would do such strange things... and yet he found it saddening that wars have occurred over silly things that people couldn't just take to talk about in to settle scores. Quite stupid that lives had to be lost in order for just one person to come into power. One insignificant and... selfish being. If only people learnt how to talk about their problems...
Of course, Vash hadn't taken to the equally peaceful edge to solving those problems exactly... He just grew a resistance to not want to fight unless it was necessary. He still struggles within himself on how to solve problems without guns. It is just a... natural impulse to just pull out some artillery and shoot whoever is causing the problems. But of course, that wasn't exactly going to solve anything in anyone's eyes. Yet of course, because he didn't want to seem like some cowardly imbecile that is the flipping son of Lieutenant General Augustus Zwingli... a disappointment. Vash kept a stoic face through all the training and fighting that military had to do. It just was something that had to be. To keep order.
At present, Vash is a Colonel, and very satisfied with his position. Though still just a little bit below his father's own rank, he knows he'll take his place sooner or later. The old man is getting old, after all. And the old man's mind wasn't as sharp as it used to be. Too bad he's still quite healthy looking at the moment.
\-|-�-|-/
� R-oleplay example ||
The sun rose over the horizon, sending out ribbons of red and orange, colouring the clouds with a slight purple hue. The sunrise symbolically was a time of a new day, a new beginning, a new start. A calming time for most as they arise from heaven or hell, depending on what they had dreamt the night before, how they slept, and if they had blacked out from alcohol the night before or not. For Vash, however, that meant time to wake up and face the day. Time to get off that lazy arse and start working.
He got up from the cot, brusquely rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked towards the rest of the men in his barracks unit. Of course they were still asleep. It was only the break of dawn, after all. He took the green robe from the slightly rusted hook, pacing towards the door of the barracks.
Being stationed on a ship isn't exactly something that one wouldn't call 'glamorous'. It was definitely something easy to admit, but the S. O. A. (Ship of Atheros) Sea Hawk wasn't something you could even begin to compare with the Zwingli estate. Even with the liberty of having those underlings clean the bathrooms and 'swab the deck', it would perhaps take the professional housekeeping of the Noble and Draconian estates to truly clean it out well. But what were you to expect from a ship filled with full-grown, often-armed, and from the lower ranks, slightly uncultured men? Gross showers, for one. A ship rat... A bunch of terribly icky varieties of colourful mildew. Yup, what are you expecting from men.
Vash felt the ship rumble, as if... struck. He put his robe back on and paced out the door.
"Sir, we seem to have a small problem regarding... some fugitive pirates?" a man said. Vash gave the man a clout to the head.
"Be certain it really is pirates," Vash said, taking a gun off it's holster on the wall "because they won't be for long."
\-|-�-|-/
� U-sername || wiselolita7
� A-ge || 14 (Ack, I feel young... I turn 15 in July?
)� T-ime zone || PST // GMT - 8 hours
�W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Paradise by Coldplay
