Vilof Tera

True Waste

568

19

Embodiment of Sloth

Sword -- Armen Noir

6'0"

172

A 6'0" European looking man, who weighs about 172 pounds. His hair is purple, and his eyes are a glistening cyan color. He is usually seen with a rather dull look on his face. His facial features are soft, having a fairly distinct look.
His attire is a black coat, with multiple buckles running along the sides of it. Along with this he wears a black undershirt, and black pants. His sword rests on his right side, his belt. He has multiple belts around his waist, all of them being black with silver buckles.
many faces of sword

-Sleeping
-Relaxing
-Doing nothing

-Work
-Most people
-Getting serious

-Lazy
-apathetic
-mischievous
-Somewhat arrogant

-Can get serious
-Not very troublesome
-Indifferent in most problems

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A zweihander, 110 cm tall, and weighing 2.8kg. The grip is 16 cm long, with the cross guard adding another 3 inches before the blade starts. The blade is long and straight, 6 cm in width, and 3 cm in thickness. The blade itself is black in the middle, with the actual edges of the blade being steel in color. The guard is shaped like a V, with the tip of the V pointing towards the blade leaving the two extra pieces to come down towards the hilt. Directly after the guard, the blade thickens slightly before returning to it's original shape.

For: Sin Techs
Name: Невидимые волны (Invisible wave):
Type: offensive
Cost: low-medium Reiryoku
Range: Medium-long
Description:Vilof vibrates the air along his body or blade, then makes a movement, sending the force of the vibration forwards. It follows the line he draws, lessens in power as it travels, and becomes wider and thinner the father it travels.

For: Sin Techs
Name: Имитация удара (Mimicking blow)
Type: offensive
Cost: medium-high Reiryoku
Range: short
Description: Vilof vibrates the area around his blade or body, giving it a visible glimmer as it moves. If Vilof connects with something, it will hit once more for a reduced effect. Once something hits, Vilof must use the ability again.

For: Sin techs
Name: Сокрушительный удара (Shattering strike)
Type: offensive
Cost: medium-high Reiryoku
Range: short-medium
Description: Vilof vibrates his fist, feet, or blade to extreme measures. This causes the molecules to move in a very visible pattern, giving the object of concentration to seem to have after images of itself. Once he hits something with the object, the force will transfer to whatever is struck, causing ripples of force to exert from the first point of contact.

For: Sin Techs
Name: Мерцающие ноги (Shimmering feet)
Type: passive, 2 posts.
Cost: Low Reiryoku
Range: short
Description: Vilof vibrates the soles of his feet, and the air underneath. This causes him to cause slight shockwaves along any path he steps on. It also gives him a higher jumping height.

description: The air around Vilof seems to vibrate and shimmer, his form to fade out slightly. However, not much changes to his attire. He simply loses his shirt, his hair grows 10 cm longer, and he grows demonic wings that enable flight. His zweihander also gains a vibration around it, making it appear that it is moving. This also enhances its cutting power, causing it to hit once or twice more for reduced effect, when it hits something.

type: Un-wasted potential.

stat upgrades: +7 HOH +2 BUK +1 HAK

techniques:
For: True form
Name: Неизвестный лезвием (unknown blade)
Type: Offensive
Cost: Medium-high reiryoku
Range: Short
Description: Vilof charges his blade with as much energy as the blade will take, tripling the natural vibration. this ability can stack twice, summing up to a total of eighteen strikes within one. However, each one is further reduced from the original, causing it to only deal about six strikes worth of normal damage.

For: True Form
Name: выцветать в ничто (fade to nothing)
Type: Offensive
Cost: low-high reiryoku
Range: short
Description: Vilof grips an object, then focuses his energy onto one specific point within his grasp. Vibrations begin at this point, before rippling out, causing anything near the point to vibrate. This process continues, until Vilof lets go of the object, which it then continues for another cycle or two. This can cause the object to burst, and will cause extreme harm if focused on a vital area.

For: true form
Name: выцветания фокус (fading focus)
Type: defensive
Cost: medium-high reiruoku
Range: short-medium
Description: The glimmering area around Vilof tunes into his body, causing the area to disappear into Vilof. Force is then exerted from his body, sending waves of force out of his body. This force is enough to damper most energy based attacks, slow equal opponents, and halt weaker attacks.

For: true form
Name: замираниями земли (fading land)
Type: Passive, three turns
Cost: low-high reiryoku
Range: short-medium
Description: Vilof vibrates an area near him almost instantly, creating enough force to create a temporary platform. This platform only lasts for a few seconds, but is solid enough to use as a regular platform. It can only be created under Vilof's feet, and in front of his palms. It is ethereal to anything but Vilof.

Human life:
The year was 1427, and the hundred years' war was still going on strong. The great war between the French and the British was still shaking the world, the kingdoms, and the citizens. The two rivaling nations clashes were fierce, and England was finally looking like it was going to overpower and push back the French. However, there were rumors of a new French warrior that spread like wildfire across all of Europe. This warrior, named Joan, was what the French were calling their last hope, the last line against the British Empire. And, she had proven successful. She had repelled battle after battle, keeping the French in the war and out of British reach. The royal family, however, was simply disregarding her. They would not show weakness, nor would they ever say that it was this woman's doing that they were being defeated. But, battle after battle that the French won, the crown was only keeping a facade.

Vilof Tera was born during this time, into the royal family. He was a middle child, the 3rd son of the King of Britain. As the years went on, Vilof continued to grow up in the castle, sheltered. He was far too young to understand the talk of war, strife, and overall problems that the King faced. And by choice of fate, he would never have to deal with that sort of responsibility or power. He watched as his older brothers went to war for his father, one that hardly noticed his existence. Not even his nannies or hired sitters would give him much attention. He was simply there. And there he would stay, neither in power, nor out of the castle. He hated every single moment of it, even when his older brothers would be taught of everything. However, he was never brought to those sessions. Even when the best tutors in the world came around, everyone gathered but him. And if he tried, it seemed like everyone ignored him.

Time after time Vilof tried to gain just a scrap of attention from his father, or anyone within the castle, but nothing would work. It would either be so drastic, that he would get scolded or negative attention. Or, it would be so small that he would just get a glace and nothing more. He even tried talking to the servant's children, but they quickly ran from him. it wasn't his fault that he was born a royal. and even less his fault that he was simply born at the wrong time. It wasn't fair. He didn't want to be this invisible, this useless, with his entire existence pointless. He had no purpose in life, he was just there in case all of his older brother's died. He was just there because his father used women as a stress relief. He sometimes even wondered if the queen was his real mom. He didn't look anything like her.

Things got worse for Vilof whenever the British lost a battle to the ever-stronger French. After Joan of Arc started to lead the French troops and started to become more and more famous, things started to become worse and worse for the British army. Especially for Vilof, with his father the king. His father started to become angrier and angrier, the entire castle knowing whenever a battle was lost. His very aura turned into that one of anger, rage, and hatred. Every battle it became worse and worse. It wasn't a rare occurrence to see the servants with broken arms, or to see people executed for saying one bad thing to the king. As time passed, the castle became emptier, quieter, more like a shadow of its former self. Vilof's life was simply boring, meaningless, practically nothing. There was absolutely nothing he knew how to do, or anything he wanted to do. He simply existed, living there to remind himself that he was basically a ghost walking the halls. The servants that were there continued to ignore him, their own lives in a slump. It was like the castle was sucking the life out of everyone in there, with the king leading it all.

It wasn't until Vilof was 16 that he got noticed. However, it was for the wrong things. His father only took notice of him for one thing, a way to take out his frustration and rage. After every losing battle, Vilof was summoned to the King's Quarters. Once in there, it was simply a matter of time before the talking about his future turned into berating the young prince. Then, into full blown physical contact. The beating would last hours, with Vilof curled into a tight ball and sobbing. He knew it wasn't just him, he knew that his brothers probably had the same treatment. Even if both of them were now older, stronger, easily enough to handle the king. That's why his frustration went down the line.

This continued for another year, the beating being random, and thankfully not to frequent. It wasn't until that the war was almost lost for Britian that things got worse. It wasn't the beatings, no. It was the fact that his father started to feel the questioning of his leadership eat at his soul that it got worse. That was when his father exerted his dominance over Vilof, taking full advantage of the young adult. The rape would last for at least an hour, often being followed up with a little bit more abuse. At this time, Vilof knew he would never be actually recognized for being himself, for being someone with a large amount of natural ability.

Another year passed, with this routine continuing. It was much more frequent then the beatings, being nearly every single night that he got taken advantage of. His existence continued, now being given at least one thing that he could do. Even if he hated every single moment of it. He knew that he wouldn't get out of this like his brothers did. He wasn't given the education, training, nor time like his brothers. It had gotten to a point where it was out of his hands. He felt even more useless than before, being unable to control his own life.

The French were just about to make the final push to reclaim their land, and repel the British fully. It was just at this time that Vilof decided he had to get out. He talked to the king's second son, hoping to find some sort of assistance or help in his brother. He agreed, but only one the condition that he continued for another few months. Just enough time to learn basic things that he skipped out on as a child. He hastily agreed, seeing that his opportunity had finally arrived. And as promised, his brother helped him through it all. He learned how to hold and fight with a sword, how to cook, and everything that he would need to know to survive on his own. His brother was helping him as much as he could, devoting any free time to Vilof. They grew close, learning the differences in their childhood, and about each other.

When the day to leave finally came, Vilof couldn't force himself to leave from his brother. They met in the woods, and he simply wouldn't go. He finally found someone to talk to and someone to actually acknowledge any positive part of Vilof. It wasn't until his brother started yelling at him to go, their argument becoming heated, that Vilof broke down in tears again. He didn't want to leave the only person to actually talk to him for more than a few minutes. His brother knew that he had to do something, so he did the only thing that he could think of. He filled the role as both of their father's, taking advantage of the weakened male. The rape lasted for more than an hour, the entire time Vilof's world was falling apart as his older brother said the exact same things his father did. His entire world, and entire new persona fell to pieces as his life returned to simply being wasted. He couldn't deal with it.

When morning came, Vilof was still in the same condition and shape as the night prior. He was covered in dirt and semen, simply sobbing into the dirt under a tree. He knew he couldn't ever go back, and simply had to run. He wanted out of the country. He picked himself up, and headed to a nearby creek. He washed and cleaned himself, before setting out on his journey to flee the country. When he came the English channel, he paid a local fisherman to give him a ride across. He didn't know what to do, so he just wandered.

He wandered for well over a year, before entering french territory. It was a simple stroke of luck, but he wound up in the final standing of the French. It was days before the Battle of Castillon, and the French were all surrounded in an area. He entered the military camps, asking for food. It was here that somehow, he was recognized as the lost son of the British empire. It was here that he was held captive, and finally got to meet Joan of Arc.

He simply asked for one thing, and one thing only; A duel. She agreed, simply to test out her own strength against someone who would have extensive training and knowledge of combat. It was as such that she didn't hold back, with her first swing slicing into Vilof's arm. He started to remember everything his brother taught him, and was able to repel Joan's onslaught for a limited period of time. His natural ability and strength started to kick in as he fought for his life, his true potential coming full as he started to become the aggressor. However, it only took a wrong step for Joan to drive her blade deep into the Prince. If only he had trained more, if he wasn't just going off of basic training all foot soldiers were taught. He couldn't rely on his natural abilities, and was thus killed for it. His potential, wasted.
Togabito life: His life as a togabito was rather lackluster. Because of his royal bloodline and training, Vilof retained such standing in Hell. His natural talent brought attention. He enjoyed it, for awhile. At least until everyone started wanting to kill him. It was at that point, that Vilof started to teach and practice to learn his new found abilities and powers. With a simple flick of his wrist, he sent waves of weaker enemies flying.
It wasn't until more and more people started to follow him around, wanting to test their strength and become known as a stronger person. All these people just fell into his lap, even when he wanted anything but their attention. He didn't want to fight, he just wanted to mull over his eternal damnation. As time went on, he was forced to learn his true abilities and powers. He found his true potential, and was named as the Sin of Sloth. However, this only brought more trouble to Vilof. Even when he was known as one of the strongest, people still came. His life was again pointless, defending a title that no one even cared about.

There wasn't much to do in Hell. At least, that's what it was like for Vilof. A few people came by to visit him, just to talk and waste the eons of time that their punishment would last for. Others came to fight, to test their skills against one of the seven strongest beings in Hell, usually ending up with a quick death before the embodiment of Sloth actually got serious. He was like a child when these people showed up. They were his toys, mere entertainment to pass the time that remained. Once he bored of them, or once laziness started to catch up to him. At that point in time, the toy was broken, and the Sin went on about his business of sleeping and relaxing.
During the rare times when he could simply sleep no more, and no one was around, Vilof's mind could not help to simply wander. Most of the time, his mind strayed to his centuries in this place. This place that has shaped him into the man he is today. His life wasn't always like it is now. He used to be just someone who went with the flow, just slept most of the his punishment away. Well, I guess that part still remains. But, he didn't fight much back then. He just blew people off, was just a minor bump on the road and insignificant to anyone with any power.
That is, until a few people started to take notice of him. One's that questioned him, and had nothing better to do than to simply mess with him, or to try to force him into some sort of action. After a couple of years of this, Vilof finally snapped, ripping off their heads.
That was the downward spiral that led to him actually having to do stuff. Fight off challengers, defeat people, and simply try to get as much free time as he possibly could. God, how Vilof wished he could go back to the way it used to be. Where he could simply sleep and do whatever the hell he wanted without worrying about people, or things, or just plain stupid shit that he didn't really care for.
Vilof's attention was brought back to him as he heard a noise. A soft sigh escaped his lips, as a hand found refuge in the inside of his coat. The Togabito didn't seem too different, special, or unique in any way shape or form from the usual challenger. Oh well, it was an alright way to waste time. It wasn't like there was much else to do in this God forsaken place.
The stray opponent was cocky. He boasted out his name, claiming to soon be the next Embodiment of Pride, and to prove himself, he would kill every other Embodiment first. Pride would only take a challenge for real if the opponent prove themselves. And Sloth, was his first target. It was only a moment later, before Sloth found the stray rushing towards him.
It was a common assumption that Sloth was the weakest of all the Sins. Seeing how the main cliché of Sloth was laziness. But, rumors didn't matter too much. There was another unknown part of Sloth, and that was wasted potential. This, was the core of Vilof.
The attacker didn't make it within three meters of Sloth. Vilof didn't care much for arrogant people, or people that have ambition. It's why he didn't care to play with them very much, their voices and the shit they say giving him headaches. That is why it was a simple cut. Or, what appeared like one as the force of the vibrations of his blade rippled out, catching the guy at his neck. It was snapped instantly, the body disappearing like any other Togabito's would.
How lack luster. He at least hoped this random challenger would give him a little bit of enjoyment. Oh well, it lasted what...a minute or two. Better than nothing. His mind started to drift back towards his past again, wishing for the centaury that seemed to past by within a few minutes.

El-0

HAN: 19
REI: 18
HAK: 21
SEI: 16
BUK: 19
HOH: 17
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 110

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