Post by Vash Zwingli on Jan 22, 2010 1:01:31 GMT -5
Name: Vash Zwingli
Country of Origin: Switzerland
Age: 18
Affiliation: Neutral, As an arms dealer he will sell to anyone with the highest price without alliance.
Expertise: Illegal Arms dealer and manufacturer
Cover job is an antique dealer
Personality:
Vash is pretty serious about his job, he doesn’t think much beyond it in life, thinking there’s really not much more to it. He was born into this life and this family and he has to live with it, nothing more to it. He does however really love fixing and making things, the ability to create something even if they are ironic in the fact that most of them take away lives. He also fixes antique watches for fun.
He hardly smiles and has a quick temper, if someone wants to mess around they better think twice he won’t hesitate to pull a gun or knife if provoked. He lives in a dangerous world and knows it. He doesn’t rely on anyone and would sooner die than have to owe someone.
Appearance:
Vash is very average looking, not very tall but not incredibly short, he has dusty blond hair that he keeps in a bob cut. The only thing really interesting about his looks is his unusually bright green eyes. He’s muscular and takes working out and keeping in shape seriously, being able to defend himself in case someone gets out of line. He wears a pair of thin black leather gloves when working and sometimes just around. Guns should never have prints on them. His outfits consist of mainly dark colors and simple clothes, the less he stands out the better, no reason to attract attention.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
- His confidence
- Can fix almost anything mechanical
Weaknesses:
- He’s overconfident although his confidence is good in certain situations he often overestimates himself and his abilities with leads to screw ups every now and then
- Due to being small in stature he doesn’t do well in combat
- Tries too hard to be right and tends to annoy people around him
- Doesn’t understand people’s emotions very well
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
- Making money/keeping money
- Making things
- Silence
- Being alone most of the time
Dislikes:
- People trying to haggle or mess with things
- People who try to intimidate him
- Conflicts
- The law
Quirks:
- Meticulous about keeping his prints off the weapons he handles he sometimes gets into OCD tendencies trying to scrub his workshop down
- Opening a zippo lighter when he’s nervous, it sounds like a trigger
- Going to a shooting range every week, he gets in a bad mood if it does happen
Phobias:
- Being wrong
- Getting caught or being in jail
History:
Vash is from a family of arms dealers in Switzerland, however when he was five his second cousin, who had started a branch of his own for the family in New York begged his father to move to New York. His second cousin didn’t have any children and the family business had to stay family business so they moved to New York, leaving one of his father’s brothers to keep the business running in Switzerland.
His parent’s are seeped deep in the tradition of their trade and Switzerland though, so he was made to learn, and keep fluent in all the accepted languages in Switzerland to be able to sell across the country. These languages are German, French, Italian, and Romansh, despite the fact that he’d probably never use it in New York.
Vash was raised around guns to fix guns and continue to make new weapons to be sold illegally. His parent’s have pretty much left the dealings to him at this point and only rarely interrupt his business dealings and live in a different part of the city, living off the money he makes for them. Vash lives in second level of his shop.
Sample/Character Introduction:
The bell above the door chimed as someone entered and a deep voice belted out “Bun di!”
“Fuck.” Vash cursed as he set down the SIG SG 550 he was working on in the back. He walked up the stairs and opened the door to see his suspicions confirmed. “Allegra, mon père.” He greeted his father with a stiff nod. “Why are you here?”
“To see how your work is going.” The taller blonde looked down his nose at the antique shop that was cover to the operation. His hair was cut short and slicked back.
“Fine, father.” He replied back knowing there was nothing he could do to change his mind if he saw something he didn’t approve of.
“Good. Come by tonight and we’ll talk.” He older man left the run down store as he had come, quietly and with purpose.
When he was sure his father was gone he quickly took off his gloves and set them on the counter looking around to see what had made him mad this time. Nothing looked off, just like an old antique shop should look filled with dusty junk. No one had been in the store today; he looked at the clock hanging above the counter, five pm. Vash sighed and walked over to the door opening it, making the bell chime again and flipped the open sign to closed. Anyone wanting him for guns would ignore the sign as long as the light on the counter was still on.
He grabbed his gloves from the counter and slipped them on heading back down the stairs. Looking around at his small work shop he huffed, it didn’t look much like a workshop to fix and sell firearms but that was the point if someone happened to wander down here it needed to look just like a normal work shop for a hobbyist that maybe liked to fix some of the antiques that came by the shop.
“I need more room. Oh well.” Talking to himself as he picked up the SIG SG 550 once again with a frown. He’d have to take it all apart and clean it, the assault rifle wasn’t switching between fire and was stuck on 3 round burst. Later, this wasn’t due till the end of the week and he still hadn’t gotten the shipment of 7.62x61mm NATO bullets, he would have to call up his shipper later tonight and hopefully not have the use threats, his client had requested them a week and a half ago. He pulled his silver zippo out of his pocket and flipped it open with a snap then closed it again.
Vash simply didn’t feel like working anymore today after the visit from his father and started to pack everything up leaving a broken pocket watch he had taken apart in the middle of the table hoping that would keep people from prodding around if someone decided to be nosey.
He took the gloves off once again and walked up the stairs locking the door to the basement and turning off the light on the counter. He snagged his heavy woolen dark green jacket from an ‘antique’ coat hanger and walked out of the shop the sign that had ‘Antique Cache’ painted on it was hanging above the door and banging against the metal rings that held it in place. The cold wind whipped through the mostly empty street; if you could even call it that it was pretty back alley looking. Vash locked up the store and started to walk down the street passing the stairs that lead up to his apartment above the store and kept walking.
It didn’t matter where he went it would be nighttime soon and all the creatures of the night would start their crawling. As much as he thought he might have changed it had he the chance he was one of those creatures.
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Country of Origin: Switzerland
Age: 18
Affiliation: Neutral, As an arms dealer he will sell to anyone with the highest price without alliance.
Expertise: Illegal Arms dealer and manufacturer
Cover job is an antique dealer
Personality:
Vash is pretty serious about his job, he doesn’t think much beyond it in life, thinking there’s really not much more to it. He was born into this life and this family and he has to live with it, nothing more to it. He does however really love fixing and making things, the ability to create something even if they are ironic in the fact that most of them take away lives. He also fixes antique watches for fun.
He hardly smiles and has a quick temper, if someone wants to mess around they better think twice he won’t hesitate to pull a gun or knife if provoked. He lives in a dangerous world and knows it. He doesn’t rely on anyone and would sooner die than have to owe someone.
Appearance:
Vash is very average looking, not very tall but not incredibly short, he has dusty blond hair that he keeps in a bob cut. The only thing really interesting about his looks is his unusually bright green eyes. He’s muscular and takes working out and keeping in shape seriously, being able to defend himself in case someone gets out of line. He wears a pair of thin black leather gloves when working and sometimes just around. Guns should never have prints on them. His outfits consist of mainly dark colors and simple clothes, the less he stands out the better, no reason to attract attention.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
- His confidence
- Can fix almost anything mechanical
Weaknesses:
- He’s overconfident although his confidence is good in certain situations he often overestimates himself and his abilities with leads to screw ups every now and then
- Due to being small in stature he doesn’t do well in combat
- Tries too hard to be right and tends to annoy people around him
- Doesn’t understand people’s emotions very well
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
- Making money/keeping money
- Making things
- Silence
- Being alone most of the time
Dislikes:
- People trying to haggle or mess with things
- People who try to intimidate him
- Conflicts
- The law
Quirks:
- Meticulous about keeping his prints off the weapons he handles he sometimes gets into OCD tendencies trying to scrub his workshop down
- Opening a zippo lighter when he’s nervous, it sounds like a trigger
- Going to a shooting range every week, he gets in a bad mood if it does happen
Phobias:
- Being wrong
- Getting caught or being in jail
History:
Vash is from a family of arms dealers in Switzerland, however when he was five his second cousin, who had started a branch of his own for the family in New York begged his father to move to New York. His second cousin didn’t have any children and the family business had to stay family business so they moved to New York, leaving one of his father’s brothers to keep the business running in Switzerland.
His parent’s are seeped deep in the tradition of their trade and Switzerland though, so he was made to learn, and keep fluent in all the accepted languages in Switzerland to be able to sell across the country. These languages are German, French, Italian, and Romansh, despite the fact that he’d probably never use it in New York.
Vash was raised around guns to fix guns and continue to make new weapons to be sold illegally. His parent’s have pretty much left the dealings to him at this point and only rarely interrupt his business dealings and live in a different part of the city, living off the money he makes for them. Vash lives in second level of his shop.
Sample/Character Introduction:
The bell above the door chimed as someone entered and a deep voice belted out “Bun di!”
“Fuck.” Vash cursed as he set down the SIG SG 550 he was working on in the back. He walked up the stairs and opened the door to see his suspicions confirmed. “Allegra, mon père.” He greeted his father with a stiff nod. “Why are you here?”
“To see how your work is going.” The taller blonde looked down his nose at the antique shop that was cover to the operation. His hair was cut short and slicked back.
“Fine, father.” He replied back knowing there was nothing he could do to change his mind if he saw something he didn’t approve of.
“Good. Come by tonight and we’ll talk.” He older man left the run down store as he had come, quietly and with purpose.
When he was sure his father was gone he quickly took off his gloves and set them on the counter looking around to see what had made him mad this time. Nothing looked off, just like an old antique shop should look filled with dusty junk. No one had been in the store today; he looked at the clock hanging above the counter, five pm. Vash sighed and walked over to the door opening it, making the bell chime again and flipped the open sign to closed. Anyone wanting him for guns would ignore the sign as long as the light on the counter was still on.
He grabbed his gloves from the counter and slipped them on heading back down the stairs. Looking around at his small work shop he huffed, it didn’t look much like a workshop to fix and sell firearms but that was the point if someone happened to wander down here it needed to look just like a normal work shop for a hobbyist that maybe liked to fix some of the antiques that came by the shop.
“I need more room. Oh well.” Talking to himself as he picked up the SIG SG 550 once again with a frown. He’d have to take it all apart and clean it, the assault rifle wasn’t switching between fire and was stuck on 3 round burst. Later, this wasn’t due till the end of the week and he still hadn’t gotten the shipment of 7.62x61mm NATO bullets, he would have to call up his shipper later tonight and hopefully not have the use threats, his client had requested them a week and a half ago. He pulled his silver zippo out of his pocket and flipped it open with a snap then closed it again.
Vash simply didn’t feel like working anymore today after the visit from his father and started to pack everything up leaving a broken pocket watch he had taken apart in the middle of the table hoping that would keep people from prodding around if someone decided to be nosey.
He took the gloves off once again and walked up the stairs locking the door to the basement and turning off the light on the counter. He snagged his heavy woolen dark green jacket from an ‘antique’ coat hanger and walked out of the shop the sign that had ‘Antique Cache’ painted on it was hanging above the door and banging against the metal rings that held it in place. The cold wind whipped through the mostly empty street; if you could even call it that it was pretty back alley looking. Vash locked up the store and started to walk down the street passing the stairs that lead up to his apartment above the store and kept walking.
It didn’t matter where he went it would be nighttime soon and all the creatures of the night would start their crawling. As much as he thought he might have changed it had he the chance he was one of those creatures.
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