Username:
[Temporarily Schizophrenic]
My Name Is:
[Rafael Alfonso d'Italia]
Age:
[Twenty-three (23) Years Old]
I'm Labeled:
["Guy-Who-Would-Be-Willing-To-Break-Your-Kneecaps-To-Get-What-He-Wants" kind of guy. I know, sad, right? I'm just terribly misunderstood, honest.]
I Am:
[A blade. That's about all I can say, as he does not know what it would look like if I were to fully transform into one. As it is, my weapon is an elongated double ended blade forms from the base of my right elbow.]
My Meister Is:
[N/A]
The Weather I Like Most Is:
[Winter.The snow that falls is so white, so clean, so beautiful. So pure. Until I stain it with your blood.]
I Act Like:
[I'm sarcastic, sly, violent, sinister, nefarious, intelligent. Do you really need me to tell you everything about how I am? Let's put it in simple terms so that you can understand. I'm an information broker and an agent in my own underground organization. Does that make any sense to you? It means that while information is my business, I have no issue going out and getting information myself. If breaking your knee-caps or threatening your wife and kids is how I get what I need, then so be it. If, and I stress the "if", you are able to get close to me and understand me, you'd find me to be more loyal and somewhat of a softie. I mean, c'mon, I have an addiction for strawberry sundaes! What kind of complete, evil bad-a** has such a childish addiction? Other than me.]
My Past Is:
[Honestly, I don't feel like going into great details with you about everything about my past, so I'll make it brief. I was brought up into a relatively good family. Everything was going great for me. I grew up in a rough neighborhood, but my mother and father were doctors and they were everything I ever needed. Everyone loved them because they helped anyone who needed help. They owned their own private clinic and accepted anyone. Their prices were relatively cheap, considering how typical hospitals try to rob you blind. But I digress. Life was going great, until I turned seventeen. Someone decided that since they were going to die anyways (since my mother diagnosed him with pancreatic cancer), he was going to go into the clinic and kill people. And sure enough, he shot my parents and disappeared. I, the completely distraught and heartbroken teenager, lost his mind. Literally.
I spent a couple years in an asylum, which I doubt I'll ever actually tell you about. And the entire time, I was planning on how to find the b*****d who killed my parents. And let me tell you, spending two years in solitude does things to a man. I became sly, cunning, and ruthless. I busted out of the place, leaving everyone in my path alive but injured and rendered unconscious. When I got out, I spent nearly two months getting information on the man. And let me tell you, there were people who suffered for trying to hide from me things I wanted to know. But when I finally found out what I wanted to know, I was on my way to Las Vegas. Apparently, cancer patients spent the last of their lives working up debts and gambling cause there's nothing to lose. When I confronted him, things obviously got violent. But considering he was dying rather rapidly, he was pathetically weak. And during one of my strikes to his chest, I realized something had happened. Where my arm had been, a rather large blade replaced it. Well, sort of. It was more from my wrist on, and it left a nice, gaping hole (about eight inches wide), in his chest. I, of course, fled Vegas and returned to my home in New York.
Over time, I trained that special power of mine until it became a straight-up weapon that I could use properly. Eh, sort of. After three years of development, I can still barely control it's proper form. I can alter my finger nails and sometimes my hand with ease, but my arm? Yeah... Emergency use only. I knew what I was, but I didn't follow suit with other Weapons. I was a loner. I didn't need any Meister, and they sure as hell didn't need me. And yes, I had evaded several in the past. I now am a part of the largest underground information organization in the United States of America. I work as a ruthless agent who is known for breaking people, literally, if they don't give me what I want. I work for a man named Legion, who is a complete mystery to everyone. Well, everyone except for me. I know who he is, but that's for you to find out.]
I Like:
▻Strawberry Sundaes
▻Nice Clothes
▻Combat
I Hate:
◅Meisters
◅Politics
◅Tofu
I Would Also Like To Add:
[On my right bicep is a tattoo of either rose vines and thorns or barbed wire, wrapped tightly around my arm. And on my back is a cross. In the center of the cross is the word "Famiglia", which is Italian for "family". Beneath each arm of the cross is two sets of years. The two under the left arm are the birth years of my parents, and the two under the right arm is the year that they died.]
