Post by lockhart on Sept 28, 2010 15:00:10 GMT -8
[glow=Black,2,300]Perseus Vahn Lockhart[/glow]
Nickname: Percy
Birthday May 1st, 19XX
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 151 lbs.
Blood Type: AB-
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Greek
Religion: Agnostic, but follows Greek mythology.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Steel Blue
Hair: Ebony Black (Naturally Chestnut Brown)
[glow=Black,2,300]Personal Information[/glow]
Hobbies: Percy enjoys just about anything that has to do with the creative aspect of life. He loves music, from playing it to listening to it and even creating it. He believes that there is nothing that music cannot convey, and so it is the most powerful form of communication in his mind. He is an avid painter, spending hours, and sometimes even days, working on his next little masterpiece. He doesn't limit himself to painting, however, as he sketches and uses other forms to create unique art works to call his own. He also has a hidden love for dance, particularly hip hop or any dance that may require a partner. This is something he hides from most people, among many other things.
Talents: Percy has far too many skills for someone his age, some that he enjoys using and others that he is far more reluctant to consider a 'talent'. He can play any instrument that he gets his hands on, whether or not he has ever played it before, because he is a musical genius, having read and studied just about every aspect of music do to sheer curiosity. He is a very skilled artist as well, painting and drawing many different artworks that have sold in auction for small fortunes. His ability to memorize information, from the most menial to substantial, is remarkable and has been used by his 'family' in the past. He is also a great liar and con artist, though he doesn't necessarily enjoy doing these things. Last but certainly not least, he is a trained assassin and hand-to-hand combat specialist, though he tries to play it off like he's a normal high school student..
Favorites Things: Percy has very few possessions that have significant personal value to him other than his ebony grand piano. He has had it since he was little, once belonging to his adoptive father, and he has made sure never to go through life without it. He also has a locked chest that has pictures and items that came from his past life. Not exactly something that he likes, but it helps him remember who he was before and that he never wants to be used like that again. Other than that, he likes to be among people, though the thought of having someone close to him scares him. He tends to push those that want to get close to him away, fearing that they will get dragged into violence if his past ever catches up to him.
Clubs: Percy would like to be a member of any sort of music clubs there may be, as well as art clubs, chess club and cooking club. He would join a dance club if he were more comfortable with letting others know that he has that skill.
[glow=Black,2,300]Mental Information[/glow]
Personality: Percy is a fairly kind and generous individual, given the way in which he has lived most of his life. He enjoys hanging out with people, more so in groups because than he doesn't develop singular relationships as quickly. Even though he is a socially active high schooler, he is still somewhat reserved when it comes to holding a conversation with someone, especially if they ask about his past. Usually he has to lie about his past in order to get past this awkward topic, using a dull story to get away from the subject. When it comes to fighting, especially if no one else is around except for his opponent, Percy acts cold and emotionless. It is something that he can't help, as it was basically engraved into his brain through the years of intense training. Overall, he is an easy enough person to get along with, but a hard person to truly get to know.
Mentality: Sane, but overly evasive and paranoid at times.
Ideal: To find a place he can belong and feel accepted for who he is.
Belief: Whether one or many, God cares little about the trials of man.
[glow=Black,2,300]Physical Information[/glow]
Build: Lean and Toned
Defining Marks: Many old scars cover his back and chest, as well as a branded symbol of the Lythe family on his left shoulder.
Description: Percy's body is perfect for that of an assassin. Lean and toned, not too tall and at the same time large enough to not be overtaken by a mark if he is noticed. His upper body is very fit, with a V shaped torso, lean muscle mass and a slightly visible six pack. His arms are lean, but still somewhat muscular, having visible bulges even when relaxing his arms. It is evident that he keeps himself in shape. His lower body is basically the same, with well toned muscular legs that help deliver strong knees and kicks, as well as make it easier for him to outrun pursuit when he isn't using his qi.
[glow=Black,2,300]Apparel Information[/glow]
Head Gear: He wears a large white beanie at times, and can be seen wearing a black fedora every once in awhile when he is performing or just out on the town. When he is performing an assassination he will wear a thin white mask that goes over his head that has a voice altering apparatus on the mouth and two oval holes for the eyes. He will pain the open skin around his eyes during this time and wear black colored contacts to further hide his identity.
Shirts: He usually wears tight shirts, both long and short sleeve, and likes to wear brighter colors such as white, light blue and moss green. He will sometimes wear thing vests over his shirts as well for added style. If it is cold out he has a tan zip-up hoodie with his own little black design that goes from the front right side of the hoodie to the back left side. When performing an assassination he wears a tight long sleeved black shirt with a thin hood on it.
Pants: He tends to wear jeans, usually either faded blue or navy, and he has all types from loose fit to tight fit. He will sometimes wear a pair of plaid pajama bottoms just because of how comfortable they are, and he has just about every color imaginable when it comes to pajamas. He has a couple of tropical colored swim trunks just in case he wants to go swimming. When performing an assassination, he will wear a pair of either black jeans or sweatpants to go with the rest of his outfit.
Shoes: He has a couple different pairs of shoes that he will wear around town. One is a pair of green and white slip on shoes that are his favorite, and the other is a blue and white pair of DCs that he wears when he knows he's going to be walking around a lot. When performing an assassin, he has a pair of black cloth shoes that keep his feet from making noise when he is running around.
Misc: He has a bracelet given to him by his missing adoptive sister that is made from red and black cloth. He also wears black leather gloves when performing an assassination.
[glow=Black,2,300]Fighting Information[/glow]
Fighting Styles: CQC, Lythe Style, Art of the Kill and Acrobatics
Years Practiced: 13 years each
Description: The following paragraphs contain information about the types of martial arts that Percy will use against his opponents in combat.
- Close Quarters Combat: Close Quarters Combat, or CQC, is a martial arts style taught to many of the armed forced in western countries. It utilizes the use of evasiveness, grapples, counters and devastating strikes to the joints. The main focus of this style is to leave the enemy unable to fight by spraining, dislocating or even breaking bones that are vital to further resistance in combat. It also employs the use of both firearms and small melee weapons for even more variety, including disarming an opponent.
- Lythe Style: The martial arts style of Percy's adoptive father, Charles Lythe. It is a hybrid combination of Wing Chun, Taekwondo and Judo primarily, but it is also infused with more western styles such as kickboxing and even some wrestling. The point of this style of fighting is to be able to understand and use just about anything in combat to take down your opponent. Because of its wide variety of techniques, it can be used both as an aggressive and a defensive style, leaving the opponent guessing what the user will use against them next. Percy has, in his opinion, mastered the style, having defeated Charles in their last meeting.
- Art of the Kill: The art of taking another man or woman's life without hesitation. The skills needed to do this, both mentally and physically, have been passed down through a wide number and variety of families throughout the centuries, and Percy's adoptive family was no exception. He was taught how to use the many tools of an assassin, from how to create a number of deadly poisons to where the most vital areas of a human body are located. Percy learned these skills quickly, but it was the mental part that he struggled with. Though he learned to hide his emotions while performing a job, he began to develop a sympathy for his victims when the family started working for a new contractor.
- Acrobatics: Taught to Percy specifically because of his unique qi, acrobatics are quick and precise maneuvers in the air such as flips and twists that usually result in either a graceful landing or slinging from something. In Percy's case, he uses this as a form of dodging a number of attacks that his opponent may send at him that most other people would find difficult to get around. Because he doesn't have to jump, or even step out of the way while using his qi, he can simply twist and move his body around in the air to evade incoming attacks. This often frustrates many opponents, as it is like trying to catch a fly with your bare hands.
[glow=Black,2,300]Historical Information[/glow]
History: Okay, so you want me to tell you my whole life story so you can record it for records purposes? It'll only bore you, I can guarantee you of that. I was born into a normal family, my father being a carpenter and my mother-
-Bzzt-
AHHH!
-Huff huff huff-
This... is so pointless... You know my entire life story. Why do you want to record me telling it from my point of view Charles? Is it because I didn't turn out how you had planned? That you couldn't mold me into the perfect little tool to do what you and the others asked of me? Its sad that out of the three children you brought into your 'family' only one turned out the way you wanted. Maybe you are the one that's not worthy of being called an assassin!
-Bzzt-
AAAAHHHHH!
-cough cough-
Fine... It you really want to hear the story from my point of view... you got it you sick bastard. I don't know a whole lot about my birth, and even less about my blood family, but I do know that they obviously didn't want me from the start. I was treated like trash right after birth... Literally treated like trash. As soon as my mother gave birth to me, not even bothering to clean me off or anything, she had my father carry me out of the car I was born in and into an dark alley. There, he proceeded to place me in my very first crib, a trash bin, and run back to his car. They left me there to die, to rot with the garbage that was already rotting around me.
I would have been dead a free of this unforgiving world from the start if it wasn't for you. I'm sure you want me to state your name for records sake so I will Mr. Charles Lythe. You found me crying inside of that dumpster and decided add me to your pathetic excuse for a family. I suppose if I had a normal life I would be thanking and praising you, but my life was far from normal. The first four years of my life were as close to normal as could be, seeing as I didn't have any actual training on how to kill people, but that didn't mean that you were just gonna let me enjoy those toddler years, now did it?
No, I was constantly beat by you and my older brother in order to 'toughen me up' before I had to truly go through the family training. I was bruised, cut and even suffered a number of broken bones within the first four years of my life, but you made sure that I made a quick physical recovery so that it wasn't all a waste. I guess you're lucky you had all of the founds and the backing of the organization to do what you did, otherwise you would have truly just been the no name of your family legacy. But yes, I did make a full recovery, and upon my forth birthday the training and brainwashing began.
Everyday was a struggle to please you, trying to overcome the greater strength and skill of Basilisk and Victoria. I know that the only way to get better is to go up against those that are in turn better than you, but what you did to all over us was inhuman. Even so, I overcame adversity and eventually was able to spar on an even level with both of them, to your surprise if I might add. You thought that I was too weak, too damaged to lock away my emotions and learn all of the skills that you had to teach me, but you were wrong. Victoria was proud of my progress, seeing as she was the only one other than myself that didn't have their emotions on lock-down twenty-four seven.
As I reached the age of ten the training had finally began to slow down a bit, giving me time to do the things that I actually enjoyed doing such as painting and playing music. You didn't seem to have any complaints about either, but I'm sure that's because you got plenty of money for all of the painting that you stole from me and sold at the auction house. Yeah, they were great pieces of work, and I'm glad that they were deemed worthy of so much money, but they were my paintings. You didn't even ask me if you could take them, they were just gone as soon as I finished them.
Basil and Victoria had started taking some of the contracts that you were given when I turned twelve so that you could sit on your lazy ass and could all of the money that you were making off of us. Basil wanted to please you so that he would always be the favorite, since he was the oldest, but its not like he really had a whole lot of competition. Victoria was good, but she had been growing soft over the years, and I was still too young for you to trust with any assignments. He truly was an idiot, and still is, but this isn't about him is it? I'm sure you've already had him go through this, and he kissed so much ass through the entire thing.
Soon after I turned fourteen we discovered that I too had a unique little ability, just like Victoria and Basil. Mine was quite a help to being an assassin since I could jump from incredible heights and slow down my fall at the end and I could even fly. This was when you took a keen interest in me, and so my life of killing began. I was partnered with Victoria, since Basil worked best alone, and so we finished contract after contract without a hitch. As time went on, my control over my ability grew, and so I was able to utilize it to help me move at a much faster pace and even further hide my identity behind the intense heat of the flames that by body could generate.
Everything seemed to be going fine until Victoria didn't report back after a solo mission that she had last year. She was supposed to kill some young heir to a business, I didn't get any of the major details, but we found out that she had not done so and couldn't be found. You thought that she was dead, having finally fallen prey to the weakness in her heart, and she could have kept it that way if she didn't care so much about me. In the end I guess you were right in a way. I received a letter on my next mission that was hidden within the jacket of my dead target. I was told to go to San Fransisco alone, and recognizing the distinct way the Rs were written I know it was Victoria.
I could have ignored the letter, burnt it and just know that she had escaped and was safe out in the world, but instead I let my own feelings get the best of me and went to meet her. We met on the bridge, overlooking the beauty of the city late at night, and she told me that she had fallen in love with someone while on her final mission. I didn't ask who, as I was just glad that she was happy. I gave her a hug for what I saw as our last goodbye, and as I released her I saw you standing behind her. Without any time ti reach, you stabbed her in the back and pushed her off of the bridge and into the dark water below.
They never did find her body, and so I'm holding onto hope that she's out there somewhere, safe from you and everything that you stand for. Yeah, the last year of my life as been pretty boring. Daily shock therapy treatments, isolation, torture and a constant attempt to brainwash me into thinking that what you did was just, but nothing you could ever do would make me believe that. You are no father of mine, nor will you are be, and I'm not going to sit around here and be used by a madman like you any longer. You can hunt me, send Basil after me, do whatever you want, but I will never be your tool again.
-Sizzle crack sizzle-
This interrogation is over...
END OF AUDIO FILE OLYMPIAN...
[glow=Black,2,300]Property Information[/glow]
Type of residence: An average sized studio apartment with everything that he needs to keep himself busy, including an area to paint and draw and a place for his piano, violin and guitar. He has a small bathroom with a shower and tub combo, a sink and a toilet. His kitchen has all of the pots, pans and utensils needed to prepare food, though his fridge is usually lacking in ingredients to do so. He's got a sofa and love seat combo, black leather, positioned by his 32" LED Flat Screen Vizio with PS3, but no video games only DVDs. Last but not least he has a queen sized bed in the far corner of the apartment under the large windows overlooking the dingy alley outside his apartment.
Roommates: None
Transportation: White Ducati 848
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 1
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
