Enter the Vagrant
I. Basic Information» Name:
Alexander Vaugrenard» Titles:
Absolute freedom's the only way to live.» Physical Appearance Description:
Alex is, by all accounts, an intimidating presence to the average person. His messy, chin-length hair is a striking shade of blood red, and he tends to keep it swept over one eye, though which eye this is varies from day to day. His visible eye is a striking red in color, and immediately conveys a certain sense of distaste, or at least general displeasure, at those around him. His features are generally stern, though he does have a bit of a pretty-boy sort of face if you get past the demeanor, and he wears a black leather choker around his neck, kept around his neck with a gold clasp.
Standing at 6'4” tall, Alex cuts an imposing figure courtesy of his height, broad shoulders, and naturally confident posture. Always holding his head high, Alex naturally looks down at most people he speaks to, and this is only further amplified by his height. He tends to stand tall, clearly confident in himself, and almost always has his hands in his pockets. His build is nothing short of exceptional, his musculature well-defined but not hampered by an overabundance of raw muscle, courtesy of spending most of his life wandering all corners of the world.
In terms of fashion, Alex almost always wears what might be called an affront to formal attire. While his clothing is indeed quite nice, he wears it in exceptionally casual ways. He has three usual outfits, and while he does technically own other clothes, his nature as a wanderer means that three different outfits is about as much as he needs. The first of these is a white dress shirt with quite wide lapels, which he wears untucked, leaving the angular shirttails to hang openly and giving him a great deal more breathing room, as well as with the top two buttons left undone. He accompanies this shirt with a black half-blazer, cut off above his midriff and with three gold buttons keeping it closed, and adorned with a white crescent moon on the back. This outfit is rounded out with a pair of slim red jeans, which has a red belt connecting the two legs as a stylistic decision, held up by a black belt with simple gold belt buckle, and a pair of well-worn brown dress shoes, which are far too worn out to still qualify as formalwear.
His second outfit is relatively simpler, a simple red button-up shirt with wide lapels, cut short enough that a bit of his midriff is exposed, with a black blazer cut in much the same way, with three black buttons holding it shut. He wears a pair of white jeans alongside this, and finishes it off with white dress shoes kept in marginally better condition than his brown ones. The third and final set in his wardrobe is partially comprised of other pieces of clothing he already has, namely the white dress shirt and white shoes. However, in this outfit he wears the white shirt unbuttoned entirely, with a grey undershirt, and a long red denim jacket with a fur collar, covered in assorted pockets and, while usually left open, held together with three clasps. His grey jeans have several belts along the lower half of the legs, in order to keep them tight.» Physical Appearance Image:
Alex, having been homeless all his life and never once regretted it, has a life philosophy that is built entirely around his desire for freedom and self-fulfillment. The world has done nothing for him, but neither has it harmed him, and so Alex has taken a rather neutral stance toward it in turn. His only friend for much of his early life was his elder sister, Lydia, and while she has long since left his life and begun a family of her own, Alex still considers her the only person he truly owes anything. While he will consider helping people if it is within his means, he will decidedly take the time to think on whether or not he has something to lose by doing so. The nature of his love for freedom is rather selfish, however, and he has no particular care for the freedom of others, or even the moral outcome of said freedom. He is not malicious or cruel in his desires, but his philosophy is one based solely on what he personally desires.
At the end of the day, all Alex wants is to have a good drink, maybe a cigarette or two, and to watch the sunset in some location he had a good time getting to. He likes to fight only in the sense that it's something fun to do, but he has no particular emotional attachment to the concept of combat. In fact, it's unlikely that he really has much attachment to anything, as he has nowhere to call home, no one he considers a friend other than his sister, and only a single sack that carries what few belongings he owns. However, beneath this detached exterior is a mind that is fairly calculating and, all things considered, surprisingly intelligent for someone of his station. He is far from a genius, but he has an undoubted natural wit.
Of course, like all people, Alex isn't without his flaws. Most immediately would be the simple fact that it is rather difficult to deal with him if you opt to act aggressively toward him, as he will take any sort of threat or ill talk about him as a challenge, or simply an invitation for violence. Alex lives his live according to his own whims, unguided by any external force, and this leads to a great deal of removal from others that borders on the sociopathic at times. He has little care about the well-being of others if it has no bearing on him or his life, and while he might help those in need, it's just as possible that he won't.
I. Relationships» Nelliel tu Odelschwanck:
The most important person in his life in quite some time, it would only tremendously undersell the level of affection Alex carries for her to simply say the two are dating. Nelliel is, with no exaggeration, the first other person Alex has valued above himself since he was a child, and this importance he places on her own happiness has led him to believe he well and truly loves her. While the two do not have such a deeply-established emotional bond as to be called love in any traditional sense, it could be argued that the two have mentalities that make a traditional outlook wholly irrelevant in the first place. In any case, Nelliel is greatly important to Alex, far more than the recency of their relationship would suggest.» Yaksha Dokuja:
Friend, confidant, ally, and many more things, Yaksha was the man who sent Alex down the path he now walks. While he values his relationship with Yaksha tremendously, he does often wonder if perhaps things will reach a point where the two actually do come into conflict. While at a glance they are similar, Alex knows that they see the world in perhaps irreconcilably different ways, and does his best not to think about how that may one day end up.» Ulv Auber:
His current teacher, Alex respects Ulv on a level which is reserved for very few in his life. Her critique toward him carries far more weight than that of nearly anyone on Earth, and he very decidedly considers her opinion greatly important to his own development as a person. While he is fully aware that she is something of a loose cannon, and would be willing to cease his learning from her if he felt that she was becoming something he could not follow, Alex does not suspect this will ever be the case.» Desmond Hayden:
Though perhaps a strange pair, Alex considers the King of Vastime a friend. True, he hates all forms of government, and to be friends with a monarch does of course clash with that ideal somewhat. But Alex is also far too self-motivated to let something as silly as principle get in the way of what he considers a meaningful friendship. While getting to Africa is a bit difficult, Alex does his best to visit when he can for a chat about chicks.
I. Character History
Born to a quite unremarkable family in an equally unremarkable town in Kentucky, Alexander Vaugrenard always wanted more out of life. His father was a simple office worker, his mother a housewife, and neither seemed to give much attention to their son. It wasn't so much a matter of poor parenting, but simply that they expected him to do well enough on his own. His older sister Lydia was only a few years older than himself, but even so she did her best to make sure Alex was cared for.
Of course, one does not become an anarchist wanderer without something shaping them into that. When Alex was 6 years old, his father's company shut down, and as the town they lived in was hardly a growing place of industry, it was nearly impossible to find new work. Alex watched as his family's belongings were slowly but surely sold off so as to pay for absolute necessities, until eventually the Vaugrenard family was left with quite literally nothing. Alex's parents had given up hope on life, and turned to simply living day by day, making no attempt to improve their lot, but Lydia did no such thing, and ran away with Alex when he was 10. It was her hope that the two of them, away from the terrible influence that was their parents, could finally make a truly good life for themselves.
Two children on their own were hardly going to do well in the world, however, and while the two made do begging, ultimately things took a turn for the worse, as they inevitably would. The two were held at knifepoint for what few belongings they owned, having been engaging in the timeless quest of hopping a traincar for free travel, and as he saw the blade at his sister's throat, some primal fury erupted in Alex. A combination of fury that anyone would try to harm her, the only person that he could ever consider genuinely kind, and an absolute fear that he might lose her, filled his body, his mind racing with myriad worries that the one person he truly cared for would be stolen from him. This was the first appearance of the Riot of the Blood in his life, a state in which Alex's very being resists all things that would try to control him, but it would not be the last. With a violent, animalistic rage, Alex beat the assailant to death with nothing but his fists, breaking several knuckles in the process, but filled with, more than anything, a profound sense of accomplishment that he had protected Lydia.
As the years passed, and Alex continued to defend himself and Lydia from anyone he considered a threat, it became clear to Alex that the world and its inhabitants weren't doing anything for him. He and his sister had scraped by every day of their lives, and never once had they received the help that children so obviously needed. If they couldn't be expected to help, then why should he, either? He would live for himself, only for himself, though deep in his heart he knew that Lydia was the one person that had genuinely cared for him.
Tired of wandering the country from town to town, hoping for some new chance that would never come, Alex bid his elder sister adieu for now, and opted to wander the world. It may not have helped him out, but he'd heard there were some pretty interesting things out there, so it only felt right to check it out. He considered what he might need, but ultimately, why should he need anything more than he'd always had? A single sack filled with a handful of clothes, a few things to make sure he stayed clean, and a lighter that he'd found in the trash. That was all he needed to see the world, and if he couldn't make it with that, maybe he just wasn't worth it.
While most of his life from that point is rather uneventful, mostly comprised of simple day to day living and enjoying life, in recent years a genuinely interesting event has left him a rather changed man. While wandering the rainforests of South America in search of something, or somewhere, exciting, Alex came across the hut of an old man, a master of esoteric arts who challenged Alex as soon as he stepped foot on his land. While Alex was soundly thrashed, he was able to hold his own for at least long enough to impress the old master, and so he was allowed to live with him and study under him. This training (if a great deal of lounging about, drinking homemade alcohol, and mostly just copying techniques through trial and error) lasted several years, but Alex enjoyed every minute of it, and if he could, he'd do it all over again.
Alex's only belongings are a silver lighter, a phone, a travel mug, toiletries, and his three outfits, alongside a bathing suit and a towel.
I. Natural Skills» Spiritual Awareness:
While he doesn't really care about it, Alex is capable of detecting spiritual entities in his general presence without much trouble.» Instinctive Martial Arts:
While not a genuine martial art, Alex's years of fighting people and creatures around the world through his travels have left him with an innate understanding of the natural flow of combat, and he is a dangerous foe if allowed to get a read on his enemy. He has very little trouble adapting to an opponent's style, though the actual power of a foe may be another issue entirely. Due to this being more or less purely based on instinct, however, Alex couldn't actually teach someone anything about what he knows.» Survivalism:
While hardly formally trained, Alex's years on the open road without any home have left him with an uncanny ability to cling to life. He can operate without any food for two or three days at a time, and needs only a few glasses of water in the same amount of time to stay in functional shape. Additionally, he is an adept scavenger, dumpster diver, and makeshift cook, able to turn almost anything he finds into an edible, if not always palatable, meal.
I. Abilities» Riot of the Blood:
The embodiment of Alex's absolute freedom, the Riot of the Blood is a state in which Alex's body, soul, and very being rebel against everything, including the very state of being Alex. He is capable of entering it at will, but he has very little reason to do this, as the Riot itself is less of an ability than a curse, and more often than not he enters the Riot when backed into a corner or placed in a situation where his very life, or freedom, are on the line.
When within the Riot of the Blood, Alex becomes substantially more aggressive, and his self-preservation instincts become the forefront of his mental faculties. He will take any action in order to escape his situation, and he is only capable of leaving the Riot if he finds himself in a situation where he is once again free to do as he wishes. The more desperate Alex is, the more violent he will become when within the Riot.» Hollow Cancer:
A surprisingly apt name for this current affliction, there is in fact little benefit, if any, to this "ability." Put simply, Alex's energy has been rather substantially influenced by the energy of Hollows, Vizards, and of course the Arrancar love of his life. Because of this, his soul itself has begun to develop as if it were that of a Hollow. This is, unfortunately, not something that a human soul is supposed to be doing, and certainly not when still alive.
The primary effect of this is simply that Alex can not exert himself for nearly as long of a time as he normally could. Currently, he is only capable of applying his energy seriously for a maximum of three posts per thread. Any longer, and he becomes rather obviously crippled, rapidly losing the ability to even stand on his own as his health plummets. This will eventually pass, so long as he does not push his energy any further for the remainder of the thread.
This limit is technically avoidable through the Riot of the Blood, as its total anarchic state at the most fundamental of levels means that the Cancer cannot latch onto it with any significant strength. Of course, because of the nature of the Riot of the Blood, neither of these options is especially attractive to Alex.
On top of this limitation to his current capabilities, Alex's spiritual energy, even that which is passively always released from his body, gives off a signature that is far closer to that of a Hollow than a human.» Maiden Masher:
An ability learned by Alex on his journeys across the world, from his teacher deep within the rainforests of South America, Maiden Masher is a purely offensive technique, if this was not made rather apparent by the name. In concept, it is an exceptionally simple ability, allowing Alex to create purple fire from his hands. However, in practice this fire is rather unique, as not only is it a bit hotter than a standard flame, it is inexplicably heavy, with a simple small flame weighing upwards of 50lb. In many ways, the flames formed with Maiden Masher act closer to a solid than to the usual way flame acts. It is capable of blocking solid projectiles with roughly the same resistance as an equal amount of solid iron, and it can be used to pierce or otherwise hit solid objects with much the same effective mass.
The unique properties of Maiden Masher's flame allow it to be used by Alex in a wide variety of ways, but also lead to a number of rather peculiar drawbacks that differentiate it from normal fire. While it can still be used to burn objects, any fire which spreads from Maiden Masher is simply normal fire, and cannot be controlled by Alex or treated in any way as part of Maiden Masher. Further, due to its weight, Maiden Masher cannot be launched or otherwise projected as normal fire might be. To get around this issue, Alex has become quite adept at throwing Maiden Masher across the ground, as well as coating his own hands in it in order to apply both its heat and its weight to his martial arts.
Despite its name, Maiden Masher does not have any special effectiveness against women, virginal or otherwise.» Sweetheart Slasher:
A refinement of Maiden Masher's heat buildup, this is something of a secondary usage that Alex has developed after repeatedly noticing that this heat did not stop at his own body. Indeed, the heat that comes from Maiden Masher's usage reaches temperatures which far exceed the flames it produces, and so rather than simply venting it willy-nilly and wasting that time, Alex has realized he can use it in a far more productive way; by pounding the shit out of whoever his victim is in the first place.
Due to Maiden Masher's volatile nature, overuse will eventually cause Alex's body to break down and, in addition to causing burns, may possibly even send him into the Riot of the Blood. When using Maiden Masher, Alex may only use it up 3 times within one post before it begins to cause him injury, and may never accumulate more than 10 total usages of it in one thread without venting the excess heat. If he exceeds either of these numbers, burns will start to spread across his body, starting from his hands, and if he reaches 2 usages beyond either of these limits without cooling down, he will be sent into the Riot of the Blood. However, for each of those usages which are not vented, Alex can focus all of the excess heat into his extremities. At even one un-vented usage, Alex's fingertips become able to tear through thinner or weaker metals like paper, and he can ignite a flammable substance, such as a cigarette or tinder, simply by touching it. At the maximum amount, of 10 uses, the heat built up within his body is so extreme that, in all likelihood, most things he touches are simply burned or melted away. His hands are capable of clawing through all but the most durable substances with ease, incinerating them upon contact, and his very footsteps could turn sand underfoot into glass in an instant.
Naturally, applying his own heat in this manner is not without its own dangers. Maiden Masher is already capable of destroying his body, and those body parts which are filled with heat begin to rapidly degrade, actually quite horrifyingly quickly when one considers the level of durability Alex normally possesses. Because of this extreme damage to his body, Alex can only strike with one extremity per thread through Sweetheart Slasher, and any further usage of it, even without Sweetheart Slasher filling it, would cause quite literally irreparable damage.
I. Skill SheetGeneral Skills
Human Reiatsu Sheet
- Durability: Elite
- General Speed: Beginner
- Strength: Elite
- Martial Skill: Adept
- Power Control: Beginner
- Energy Usage/Regeneration: Beginner
- Energy Resistance/Endurance: Beginner
- Physical Augmentation: Elite
- Willpower: Elite
- Mental Deduction: Adept
- Focus: Adept