Vito Camillo Reyes

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Esparian Militant

"I make my oath here. I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heavens. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades. Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance-!"

"In the battleground, there is no place for hope. What lies there is just cold despair and a sin called victory, built upon the pain of the defeated. With the world as is, human nature as always, it is impossible to eliminate the battles. In the end, killing is a necessary evil--and if so, it is best to end them in the best efficiency and at the least cost, least time. Call it not foul, nor nasty. Justice cannot save the world. It is useless."
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FULL NAME:
→ Vito Camillo Reyes

AGE:
→ 24 25

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Vizcaya, Esparia

RACE:
→ Esparian

DEPARTMENT:
→ Privateering

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ November 11, 1986

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HEIGHT:
→ 175 cm

WEIGHT:
→ 77 kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ How do you describe a man that rarely seems to show off more than he wants to? This man that you see standing before you, he has a look about him that makes one believe that he is at a funeral at all times; clothing that is black and heavy, despite the sun that he lives under. If you first look at his face, you can see that it is melancholy and grim, weathered to an extent, yet paler than the faces of most Esparians. This man's facial features are sharp, heavy, melancholy, however there is a glint in the eyes of this gunman. Those eyes are always watching out to the sides, looking for any possible threat. They're very good eyes, too, those dark orbs can pick out things from a distance that one would not expect them to pick things out from. Yes, it's true that Vito rarely smiles. He is a grim-faced man, one who doesn't seem to have any idea of happiness, any idea of love. Hell - if one were to take a closer look at him, they'd see that it was apparently all that he was. The slightly tanned skin on his face appears to be paler than that of most Esparians, however it is still most certainly defined. On his chin is dark stubble, rarely shaven.

His clothing is pretty funeral-like as well. It's usually all black...that's a lie. Vito ALWAYS wears black. He tells people that it's what keeps him "sane" in life, wearing black clothing. Not to mention... it looks damn good on him, too. Anyway. The clothing is generally suit-like, with a large overcoat. This overcoat is what carries his Derringer pistols, and is quite heavy - many people wonder how Vito can carry himself so well despite the large weight that is on his torso. As well as that, once the coat is stripped away, you find out that Vito does not wear a longer-sleeved shirt beneath, leaving his arms completely exposed with a vest. And up and down these arms, well, there is something that nobody would ever expect.

Spreading up both of his arms are a pair of transmutation arrays. These arrays are in a deep black color, and have obviously not been tattooed on, so much as grafted into the flesh so they cannot be removed by conventional means. This was done through a process of Alkahestry that Vito cannot explain; they have crawled up the limbs instead of grafting directly onto them. Known as 'De Occulta Philosophia', they are a certain group of arrays that have no use as Alchemy, reaching up his arms and crawling over his back, covering his shoulder blades.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Okay, okay. Let's get one thing straight. Whatever you THINK about Vito's looks... you're probably wrong. He is NOT morbid. Far from it, as a matter of fact. Vito's a pretty nice guy, for a Privateer. He's usually got a pretty cheerful smile on his face, but it's also replaced quite often with a mischievous one. The man's eyes are always watchful of everyone around him, and he's always thinking about the next target - and whether or not they're going to pull a gun on him.

His relationships with others can be strained, at times. If he finds himself at odds with someone, he'll generally be rather argumentative with them, constantly bickering. He's very comedic with his motions, but when push comes to shove, he's serious as anything. If that man has a truly grim expression, you should beware his Contender or Derringers. Because at heart, Vito is an ace gunman. His eyes can pick out a fly at 100 yards, and his aim is good and true.

As for his quirks, Vito has a habit of randomly pulling out an Esparian guitar and playing a few chords - he'll also begin singing, usually. His voice is quite good and gruff, and he enjoys singing for others. He's also extremely respectful of women, and when he finds one; he becomes a romantic. All in all, this man isn't what you'd expect. Vito Camillo Reyes, despite the grim appearances, is quite the man you don't think him to be..

And finally... His problem. Vito's mind is distorted, slightly. Not psychotic, but different. He's a true protector of the people, and will put his life forwards for any number. He believes himself to be the wall that stands between those that he loves and their enemies, and even more so if they're a woman. It's a foolish way of thinking that puts his life before the lives of others, but he lives with it, because he wants to see everyone smile.

LOVE:
→ Fran, Esparia, The Ocean, Boats, The color BLACK.

HATE:
→ Fran, Amestris, Alchemy, Solid Ground, The color PINK.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ His hand is the key to a special Alchemic Array.
→ He fought in the Rouen War--on Rouen's side.
→ He is unable to perform Alchemy; the arrays have no such use.

IDOL:
→ Vasco

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HISTORY:
→ Vito's first memory is of twenty years ago. He remembers the sounds clearly and perfectly; as if they have been etched into the back of his brain for all eternity. He could see it from the window of his father's workshop, cowering beneath a cover of steel and fabric, simply poking his nose out to keep breathing. Every small movement shocked him; he was frightened and he couldn't do anything. Shouts came from everywhere, deathly shouts in Esparian (which he understood) and Rouenian (which he really only just got). Men fell, and women cried. But he didn't cry. He couldn't cry; not while his father and mother were out there, fighting for the freedom of an oppressed country. This day was one of the major skirmishes that the Esparian people had attempted upon Rouen. Although he and his family were not of Rouenian blood, his father's forays into the world of Alchemy and it's principles had given him cause to live and work within the country of Rouen. Alfonso's attack on Rouen shattered a lot of the solidarity that the fledgling country had held onto. Vito watched through dark quiet eyes as the ground shook; but the Rouenians held fast and strong to their defense, pushing away the Esparian people. This would continue to happen for the next ten years; though Vito would no longer have any involvement. "My son, come with me and your mother. We will escape this island; Rouen is far too dangerous for you." A voice--the four-year old recognized his father, and was immediately pulled up to him. That evening, by cover of darkness, Vito and his parents escaped from Rouen by boat; moving themselves to Esparia. However, Vito's father would not remain--he had pledged his assistance to Rouen, so he would travel between the countries surreptitiously, in order to continue his research.

Unfortunately, during this time, Vito's mother fell ill with tuberculosis. No, it's wrong to say that--she had been ill for quite some time, up until the signs truly became noticeable. She began to spend entire hours short of breath, with only Vito to comfort her. During this time, he felt his hate and distrust for that man in Rouen simply grow into a contempt. He hated his father for abandoning him and his mother, and destroyed any and all letters that his father sent. Three weeks after his last letter came and was destroyed, she died. Three weeks of true and total pain, pain which Vito had to bear the brunt of. During this time, his hate for his father slowly began to fester. Why didn't he come back? Why didn't he help mother? Why wasn't he going to show his cowardly face? Within time, however, his mother died and left him alone. Vito tried sending another letter out to his father, to at least have him attend the funeral. The eight-year old watched his father arrive in the same port that they'd always used; one away from Malos. The man stepped up onto the wharf and Vito walked over to him, pulled his arm back and punched the man directly in the jaw. Vito expected a reprimand, but his father simply smiled and told him that he was right to be angry, as if Vito had expected something else. The boy was shocked and fell quiet. At his mother's funeral, he lamented for her. He cried over her grave and found comfort in his father...

Vito was taken back to Rouen, where his father kept him in hiding as he fought the Esparian people. Although he was kept hidden, Vito slowly began to work at his own skills with a weapon; picking up a stick and training with it each day, stealing a dropped pistol or automatic weapon and giving a few bursts. At only ten years old, he slowly began to develop his own skills in fighting. It took time, of course. A year and Vito would finally be able to shoot down targets without worrying. Recoil still meant a lot to him, though it was finally starting to disappear whenever he held a weapon in his hands. Instead, his greatest thrills came from taking up a dropped saber and ambushing combatants in the trees. Vito didn't understand this war. Being only eleven, he didn't quite know what he was doing, or what he was fighting for. He only knew "bad" and "good". Having being taught basal Rouenian now, Vito began to understood the tongues of the "others", those people he knew as "good". Another year passed and Vito was more skilled with a simple weapon than most of the Rouen recruits.

During this time, he was taught several skills. He could be given menial amounts of metal and gunpowder, able to craft rounds out of it with time and effort. They didn't fly as true as those commercially produced, though they had their uses if ammo was scarce and precious. He was slowly becoming more perceptive as well; able to recognize situations that were trap-like, or disadvantageous. Sadly, even he could see that it was no good for Rouen now. Despite his youth, he was slowly becoming more and more perceptive of this world, so he could already tell that this was a fated loss for the Rouenian. Hidden off the edges of the battlefield, he could only watch in fear as a man with a big gun stood over a family. Two people died, there. Parents of this young girl, and yet... that girl was allowed to live. She wouldn't have been much younger than he was, maybe five or so years. One of the strangest features about her, however, was the lime green hair upon her head. A man came and took her away, but Vito didn't try to stop him. He stayed hidden, for he knew the look in that man's eyes to be kind. Maybe it was then that... Vito became entranced by that youth.

However, the war was lost. Rouen was burned to the ground and Vito escaped with his father by cover of night. They couldn't return to Esparia, at least not yet. Not while the thoughts of that war was still fresh in the minds of the people. Instead, their boat took them over many months; catching fish, rationing fresh water and filtering salt water to become drinkable. They traveled East, landing in Creta and immediately beginning their move to Amestris. Vito's father wished to learn more and took Vito along with him. Despite his original bitterness fading after the funeral, Vito still felt apathy towards this man. This man had taken him away from his home and caused him to fight, all for a country that lost. A cause that created sadness for people who didn't deserve it. Vito couldn't help but hate the Esparians, though not directly. His hate was directed towards Alfonso, that dictatorial bastard who had ordered such an attack. Vito was not a truly hateful person, though his mind was beginning to warp itself around these new morals that he was looking for. He wanted to see everyone good and pure of heart, even that green-haired girl from Rouen, smile some day.

As they traveled through Creta, Vito started to wonder if they'd truly be able to see the warm beaches of Esparia again. They'd been travelling for well over six months now, almost a year since they'd left Rouen and the war had ended for their loss. During this time, his father began to teach him two things. The first was a language known as Amestrian, something he'd need to survive in this new life he was trying to build for him. The second was a language that had been mentioned in passing, though Vito had never understood the purpose of. It was one of those languages that one wouldn't truly even consider, especially when his father told him that he was the last speaker of such a language. The idea of knowing a language that nobody else knew was a bit of a turn-off for such things, though he continued to take both lessons during their travels. As they finally reached the Creta-Amestris border, Vito celebrated his thirteenth birthday; his final foray into manhood had truly begun. Taking his first step onto Amestrian soil, Vito finally put his own morals together. It had taken nine months of thinking to put this together. Nine months of deep thought, self-questioning and thoughts above his age. However this dark-haired youth had chosen. When he took that first step, he spoke words that not even his father would hear; words that would define his path for the rest of his life. "I make my oath here. I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heavens. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades... My self is in this world, humanity's fate is within my sword." With those words, Vito chose to follow the path of the righteous soldier; a man who would not allow death to befall those of innocence, though destroying those he sought as evil. He would be that evil and that good. With that first step... Vito Camillo Reyes decided his Truth.

From then on, the life of Vito became rigorous. Through his own mental training, he began to train himself physically once more. Taking up a stick each and every day now, Vito began to work with weights that simply grew in size every time. Staring down the range of their small camping area, Vito would spot the target in sight; usually a plant of some kind, a small tree. He would then leap forwards and attack the plant from all sides, making sure to leave as few openings as possible. If a branch were to scrape him it would count as a hit, and he had to knock the plant down as quickly as he possibly could. Each night, he would play this "game" for an hour before moving to studies with his father. Vito was not taught conventional studies; he was taught the two languages of Tiberian and Amestrian, while also being taught how to act in public. Vito was to become a person of social appearances over actual education. According to his father, he could learn mathematics later in life, when it was actually needed. And while Vito slept, his father kept watch over him or so he thought. In actuality, the man needed a subject for his own tests in Alkahestric theory. It started out small; increasing the density of Vito's bones. Taking calcium from the powdered bag in one hand, the man slowly began to add to Vito's bones, bit by bit. Though Vito didn't know, he felt his own weight increasing and the knocks he could take growing in strength. Owing this to training, by assumption, Vito worked harder and harder.

Through his travels, he met up with a young man, around his age. At this time, Vito was about fifteen, as was this child. His name, as Vito found out, was Kreiger. This child was training as well, though Vito didn't know the reasoning behind it. Instead, they became fast friends, training partners and rivals-in-arms. As Vito slowly built up his strength (through the training and night-time experiments), he and Kreiger worked on a weapon together that they thought would symbolize exactly what they'd shared. The Claves Negro to Vito, or the Black Keys to Kreiger. A set of twelve swords weighted specifically for throwing. They had these made together and trained with them together. For a year Vito remained in this place, training with Kreiger, when his father called him over. Quietly whispering to him, Vito was told that he would have to leave now. Their training here was over; Vito had learned all that he could. It was difficult for him to state, but Vito managed to tell Kreiger. Quietly speaking his words to this youth beside him, Vito managed to tell him of their departure. That night, they left their year's home for a new destination. They would return to Esparia and live there in peace. Vito didn't understand why it was done so suddenly, though he would accept the offer. They managed to sneak aboard an aircraft and made it back to Esparia without losing much time in the matter.

Settling back into their lives, Vito was happy to hear that Alfonso had been removed from power. However, things had also taken a far more drastic turn. Despite his best intentions, Vito's father had continued to experiment on his own son. Although he had been raised to accept Alchemy, he found it slowly becoming increasingly difficult to appreciate his father. He had discovered his secret 'experiements', confronted him and been presented with simple choices. 'Stay' or 'Die'. Vito, choosing life, remained in his father's home. However, from then on, things changed. Relegating himself to the basement of this new home, Vito only came up when his father gave him food or called him up for experimental purposes. Otherwising that, he was almost always in that room or scavenging for pieces of scrap within the slums of Malos. He'd managed to create an escape route out, however he would always return to this small workshop in order to continue his building. Having found an old Thompson Contender pistol on the ground, he took it back to this basement and began to work on it. He discovered that he could rebuild its mechanisms relatively easily and started to build ammunition for it. It wasn't easy, especially when he had to scavenge for large enough shells to put into the pistol itself. However, he was starting to find himself properly building. The day after his seventeenth birthday, he had decided it to be complete.

The next day was the true test of fate. For the first time in a long time, he ascended the stairs to his father's study without hesitating. His footsteps rang with each beat of his heart, the man slowly approaching the door and pressing on it. A loud creak sounded out as the door opened slowly, Vito stepping into the room. His father was hunched over the desk, haggard body scrounging through each of his notes, no idea that his son was behind him. Raising his arm into the air, Vito aimed down the sights of this powerful pistol, pointing the business end at his Father's head. He would not miss; this would surely kill the man who had made his entire life hell for sake of his own Alchemy. One step, two steps, three steps... Vito slowly approached this man whom he had decided to kill. Closing one eye, he took aim. His finger started to pull back on the trigger, but then a bright light alerted him to something unusual. Below his feet, a pentagram was etched. His third step had placed the circle on his slippers--modified for this purpose by his father--onto this pentagram on the ground. Looking around, Vito felt his heart beginning to beat more and more rapidly; while his father's voice resounded out into the room. "I expected this today, my boy. I am ready to die. It have taught you everything that you need to know. Go ahead, shoot me, but realize this. You hold the key to everything that I have ever shown you. You'll come to thank me for my graciousness later." His eyes widened as the pain in his body began to recede to a dull throb for a second, before suddenly striking his right hand in the very centre. He shouted out as the electrifying feeling lasted for another second before fading into a dull throb. Forcing his way through the shock and awe of his situation, he pulled back on the trigger and fired with eyes filled of hatred. The bullet flew true, a loud cracking noise emitted into the now-stilled air. It hit without resistance and Vito's father fell onto his desk, bleeding over his last notes. Vito growled softly, turned and left the room, dropping a match behind him. He would burn this place to the ground; letting his memories die in the flames...

From there, Vito ran. He ran into the world of Esparia, to the only place that he knew. he would become a soldier, fight for the people that he had killed and fought against. He knew that it would be wrong, almost immoral, but he had finally chosen Esparia to serve as his homeland; it was where he was born, where he got his name and heritage from. Even if he had shed his own blood onto Rouen soil, that blood came from Esparia. Walking into the recruiting headquarters, this bedraggled boy with soaked hair and a distraught expression was almost frowned upon by the men. They asked him where he had been, he replied carefully and simply. "My name is Vito Camillo Reyes, born in Vizcaya. I killed the Alchemist who fed and gave me a home today, so please do not stand in my way." They looked at each other, looked back at this seventeen-year old and nodded. He would be accepted into the military; he would become a privateer aboard the ships. That way, nobody needed to know. Nobody needed to know that this scruffy orphan was in their military. It was the perfect cover--maybe he'd even drown on these high seas. Yes, yes, utterly perfect.

However, this was not the case. Due to his own experiences, Vito was natural on a boat and even more so when it came to taking boats from other people. With little work, he was soon placed into a certain guild; the Assassin's Guild. Not completely sure what they meant by that, he entered the building to be met with something that he didn't expect at all. Standing before him was the girl of lime hair. With hair like that, anyone would recognize her. She seemed strange to him at first, but Vito's personal protective instincts automatically kicked in and he introduced himself. She was supposedly known as "Francesca" and she was an "alien". She was the daughter of the President, Vasco. He would blink at this statement, requesting a personal audience with Vasco not long after that. He would repent for his crimes against these people, by protecting their final daughter. The eighteen-year old was, by no small feat, accepted by Vasco. It took weeks, if not months of persistence before Vasco finally gave in the ghost and just accepted this man. Almost overjoyed, Vito immediately swore loyalty to this man without fail. His new position intact, Vito Camillo Reyes became the personal bodyguard to the daughter of Vasco Allende, assisting her around the home and finally when she became one of the Assassin's Guild herself; becoming a privateer next to her. As he worked closely with her over the next four years, he felt himself infatuated, almost smitten by this youth and her strange qualities.

Over time, Vito began to train himself harder. Reaching the physical strength limits of most humans, he felt that he needed something to commemorate this; a weapon of sorts to assist him in his troubles. Scrounging through trash-heaps, Vito found what he was looking for. A large, cumbersome thing it was; a hydraulic pump. It would take a few weeks of tinkering and a few friends to assist him in such matters, but Vito eventually built something that he felt would trump everything that people could throw at him. A hefty piece of work it was; the back end taken off of a large-gauge heavy weapon to hold the piledriver, as well as two separate handles to keep the weapon stable. He named it the "Séptimo Santa Escritura", or the "Seventh Holy Scripture", in order to hide its purpose behind a religious name. As training with that commenced, he found that casting off his heavy coat would make life sufficiently easier with it. With the Seventh, as he nicknamed it, he discovered that it was usable on the boats as well and that he was both agile and strong enough to be able to use such a weapon on the run. Though it had little-to-no use against fleshy opponents, when it was used against the sides of a ship or the foundations of a building, it had destructive potential.

Not long after someone's birthday, a party was held in Malos. Vito, being close to both Vasco and Francesca, attended this party; met a few of the others around Esparia and found himself being confronted by a Mrs Helena Castilla, who seemed interested in the glyph on the back of his hand. Although he managed to avert her gaze from him, he was confronted by Vasco on the death of his father. This prompted more guards around him, which made him quite uncomfortable for quite a long time. About a week afterwards, Vito woke up in a hotel room, not exactly sure how he'd arrived there, knowing only that he was tied to the bed and naked with but a pillow to cover his manhood and the key beneath there. Entering the room was Catalina, who approached the bed, removed the pillow and promptly took the key with little-to-no hesitation. As embarrassed as he was, Vito was grateful for her help and made sure to act as non-awkwardly as possible afterwards.

Not long after this "incident", the troop were sent to Drachma; an environment that was hostile and very different from what they were used to. Asked to assist the soldiers of RIOTE, he followed with his teammates along the train and into the south-western parts of Moscow. Without any warning, they were fired upon the moment the train was departed. Within seconds, Miss Francesca was shot, though not fatally. This was the first of Vito's moments within this fight. Stepping in front of Francesca, Vito opened up his coat and performed his duty as closely to the letter as he could, firing down rains of death onto the people who had injured Fran so. Wasting about ten of his weapons, he turned back and picked her up in order to carry her dutifully to safety. It was then that... Vito heard the voice. It was a quiet voice, but a voice that he knew. Without hesitating, Vito turned to see Catalina on the ground. She had been attacked by Alchemists and Vito couldn't help but feel the utmost sorrow. Handing Fran over to Tristao, he slowly approached her and dropped to his knees before her, screaming out her name in pain. That pain quickly turned to rage, Vito standing up before a dead Catalina and destroying everyone before him with his Contender. His next action was to take Francesca away to the nearest hospital, where he knew that she would be saved.

When he entered the hospital, he only just managed to get Francesca to a doctor before collapsing himself. Waking up a little while later, he immediately entered her room and found out that she was fine, though she'd lost a lot of blood. Misunderstanding something that she'd said, Vito managed to profess a love for her that he'd been holding back for a long time, finding her more receptive of it than he'd expected. The others of the Guild entered the same hospital room and Fran was confronted about her past as a Rouenian. Memories of the war flooded back to Vito and he had to leave the room, complaining of a headache. A quick glance was shot at Miguel before he left, though he would not explain specifically why. Not yet, at least. Shortly after this, Francesca was returned to Esparia, along with the Assassin's Guild. While she returned to bedrest to recover from her blood loss, Vito began to hunt for clues as to his father's secrets. He'd decided that enough was enough, he finally needed to know.

His first clue lead him to Rouen, back to his old home. On the island he was confronted by Vasco, though he simply stated that his purpose was to discover any secrets, not to use Alchemy. Allowed to continue, the man searched through his home, before coincidentally activating an Alkahestric circle. Unbeknownst to him, his father had planned for his return to his home the entire time, as a message was left for him: "Hello, my son. If you are here, it means that I am finally dead, and you have started to seek the truth. It is difficult to send a message via Alchemy, I had to create something that would at least tell you, and nobody else. I have seen Rouen's secrets, and that hand of your's holds the key to showing the Esparians the good that Alchemy can do... I know how you are, and I want to apologize. I am sorry, but I could not do it in my lifetime. Vito, my boy, I always loved you..." With that, the symbol started to grow. And grow it did, into tattoos that covered the entirety of his arms and back. Mysterious words that Vito understood, though nobody else would. Stepping out of the house, Vito secretly took his boat back to Esparia, hoping that nobody would be able to see the tattoos. They looked too much like arrays, even if he already knew that they'd be unusable for Alchemy.

Not long after this event, Vito visited the town of Havana, on a whim. Walking along the beach, he discovered a beautiful young Esparian albino, not much older than him. Already fascinated, he approached her and introduced himself; she was known as Tanya Tarasov, or Stella Becerra. A woman that worked in a flower shop not too far from there, Stella invited Vito back to her home. He graciously accepted and found the flower shop to his liking, buying some flowers off of the woman that would be given to Francesca. White lilies; flowers that reminded him of that girl's purity. Keeping her in the back of his mind, Vito left Havana once more in order to return to Malos.

Then came the night that one wouldn't expect. Receiving a letter, Vito was ordered to travel to the Presidential Palace by darkness and meet a certain group there. Not knowing what was going on, Vito entered the palace's depths and met with a group of men who called themselves the "Burial Agency". These men inducted Vito into their small organization, led specifically by Vasco. Unsure of his purpose, Vito followed along with the orders and infiltrated a Gelemortian skyscraper by himself. Attacked by a former mountie, Vito managed to defend himself and force the man to leave and save himself and the children, before being attacked by an Alchemist who apparently ran a secret organization within the building...

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TRIVIA:
→ Speaks Esparian (white), Amestrian (bisque) and very limited Rouenian (Chatreuse). He can also read, translate and speak extremely limited Tiberian (coral), which is the language that his arrays are published in. Vito is the only linguist/reader of this language remaining alive and even his knowledge is rather limited.
→ Is a DAMN good singer and guitar player.
→ His eyes have been properly reinforced and reconfigured by his father; he is capable of 20/8 vision, which means that what most people see from 8 feet away, Vito can see from 20 feet.
→ As well as this, his skeletal and muscular structures have been reinforced by the tissue of the dead; Vito's skeleton weighs twice as much as usual and are less likely to break. His muscles are also less likely to tear under stress.

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ALIAS:
→ Dai

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ -breathes in- Dai, Aren, AA, Apos, Ace, Hild, Sablya, Karis.

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ CHARACTER NUMBER 9!!! XD

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]FATE/ZERO[/b] [i]Kiritsugu Emiya[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ BURIAL AGENT

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[Reila Tsukino]

APPROVED

I'll read it later I promise <3 -goes to bed- LOL loves and hates Fran <3

[Reila Tsukino]

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[Dai]

Ready. Sorry for the wait; history took longer than I expected. I'll detail Vito's tattoos somewhere else.

Also moving for Level 2.

[Guest]

Uh, Dai, can't do a full-scale review at the moment, but I figured out (using finger-counting obv) that Vito's age would either make him born in 1986, or the year would have to be 28 >_>; Just thought I'd drop a hint.

[Guest]

Wow. How much of a fail was THAT?! -laughs-

There, fix'd.

[Guest]

Gewd. I'd read the rest of it and approve it atm, but no time and I think I'm being watched. Looks good though, kudos!

[Shula Brighton]

Approved <3

[Dai]

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