Post by VASH ZWINGLI on May 31, 2014 17:32:28 GMT -5
`VASH ZWINGLI HERE!
`WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK!
NICKNAMES Zwingles, Vashy
AGE 21
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY Swiss
TEACHER OR STUDENT Teacher
GRADE First year as student teacher.
AREA Advanced weapons and field tactics research and design labs.
SPECIAL ABILITY(s) Matter manipulation. Vash has the ability to create anything out of the materials that are given to him.( Ie, he can make a gun out of a steel beam that he sees in front of him.) The main limitation on his ability is that he has to be able to know exactly how the thing that he his creating works and is put together, as well as know how to break whatever material he is using. For instance, if he wanted to make a car out of a refrigerator, he would have to know how to take the refrigerator apart as well as the pieces he needs for the car and visualize it being put together. In theory, it is possible for him to take molecules and atoms apart and rearrange them into new matter, however that requires a lot of concentration so it proves to be extremely difficult and strenuous on him. Therefore, he focuses mainly on constructing new pieces of weapons and rearranging them to improve their specs. He also has the ability to create slight magnetic fields (due to extended practice with electron field manipulation) so that he can study his work more closely and lift it up if needs be.
HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?
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Vash had always had a knack for fixing things, even when he was very young. This was a trait that he adopted very quickly when his mother died while giving birth to his little sister and his dad dumped him off on his uncle’s door step saying that he was “too busy” to take care of two children on his own. That was the last that he had seen of his parents and he very quickly grew extremely attached to his sister, as she was all he considered family. His uncle was friendly enough, provided that Vash worked day in and day out on the small farm that they had. He would wake up at 5:00 every morning to do the chores and take care of the animals, and then he would go to school and come home and work on the farm until dinner. After dinner he would clean up and start studying.
They weren’t particularly well off and as Vash grew older, his uncle tried to send him out to get a job that paid well and could provide food for the table on the failing farm. Eventually they had to give up quite a bit of their land just to keep the house that was falling apart. Vash eventually took it into his own hands to make sure that everything was operating and he’d often give up his dinner just so that his sister could get an extra meal in. This only got worse when his uncle fell ill and Vash was left to take care of his sister, the farm and his Uncle.
Around this time, a lot of the machinery on the farm started to break down, as most of it was old and there long before his Uncle had owned the farm. Vash ended up spending his nights researching how these machines worked until he was confident that he could fix them, he had already fixed a few tractors…could this really be that much different?
That was answered rather quickly when he opened up the shaft to the spinning turbine to see what was wrong. Yes…this would be quite a bit different.
He turned the turbine off and climbed inside of the thing. Vash was in there for hours trying to work out what parts were what in the drawings. He was getting nowhere, it was enough to start making his head pound. Finally, he gave up for the night and went back to the drawing board, and in the morning it was take two of the attempt to fix their main source of income. He slipped himself again into the turbine and started working away, keeping himself calm and collected—focused, he was slowly able to identify what was what and where it was and where it should go. When he finally thought he had started getting the hang of it, the pieces stopped fitting.
And just as he was fixing the stop on the turbine, it started to spin again. Vash started to panic and all he wanted was for the stop to be fixed—he couldn’t get it. He could see all of the pieces, how big they were and where they were supposed to go, but he was swept off his feet by one of the blades as it started to rotate and he was sure this would be the end of him. WHY WASN’T IT WORKING?
It should have worked! It should have! And slowly, there was a creaking that emitted from the turbine and the blades stopped turning. As a matter of fact, they had completely moulded together with the basin of the turbine altogether. This wasn’t something that he had noticed at first as all he focused on was fixing the stop on the turbine before it started moving again—but when he went to fix it, everything turned into his drawing right before his eyes. Vash grew curious about that and started staring and concentrating on his drawings for the rest of the turbine, and sure enough…it started changing itself into what it should be right before his eyes. When Vash climbed back out of the machine, he felt victorious. That was…until he turned it on and the blades broke clean off from being restricted about their axis of rotation.
During his time at school, Vash and his partner had proven to excel in their studies and ended up being bumped up two years for graduation. Upon graduation, both he and his partner were granted advanced placement in the Swiss military. In particular, Vash was to perform extensive research on the area that he currently works in.Up until three months ago, this worked out quite well and nothing too exciting happened, however Vash had noticed some changes in his partner and it was clear that things were bothering him. He never pressed for details, and ultimately—Vash blames himself for what happened next, when he woke up to his partner attempting to kill him with a small blade in the middle of the night. He attacked the entire base which forced Vash to shoot him down, as a result of this scenario he was placed back at the academy to complete his research and recover from what had happened, while attempting to pin-point students that might snap under the pressure of joining the military to prevent such a thing from happening again.
`EVEN WHILE WE SLEEP. WE WILL FIND YOU,
~Money, Vash is extremely careful with his finances as he had to pretty much raise himself and his sister on his own. It’s not so much that he likes money in itself, he actually despises the fact that people rely on sheets of paper to hold worth, but he likes the security of having it. After all, money wasn’t what betrayed him just a few months ago.
~Nature, despite this is an area in which his powers are not used to their full potential, he loves the peace and quiet that comes with being alone on a mountain or hiking through a forest. He also enjoys training or testing out the latest weapons that he’s created outside of the lab as he can think better when there aren’t so many distractions. The increased concentration that he is able to achieve in these areas also benefits him in the long run if he’s working on a particular design as he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally ruining a piece of equipment. When he’s alone he also finds it easier to keep himself together, but even if he can’t…it’s better when there is no one there to see it.
~When people ask him questions about his work. Despite the fact that Vash acts tough and in an unapproachable manner when teaching, outside of the classroom he actually loves it when people ask him questions as it shows that they appreciate what he’s doing. He really likes to give demonstrations on what he does with his research and the weapons that he’s designed so far. He actually really wants students to get involved in what he’s doing because it gives him a new perspective to see things at and a chance to share his own ideas with someone other than his favourite tree. (PS that’s a good way to try and get bonus marks in class.)
~Cheese and wine. Much to the dismay of Vash’s wallet, he does enjoy the finer foods and has a particular affinity for French foods.
~Skiing. It is Vash’s favourite past time and help’s him to work off tension that tends to build up in his shoulders over the work-week, and he’s always modifying his skiis that he has with new methods of streamlining to get better control and speed. This applies to both alpine and cross-country, and he will get all out of sorts when he goes through skiing with-drawl.
~Hunting, this gives Vash a chance to test out his new gadgets and gizmos with a live target, quite a bit different from shooting a tree. On top of this it gives him time to concentrate on something other than research and strategy, and well…it’s free food. He also uses it to get out a lot of his pent up anger at what had happened and uses this as part of his regular day training, quite often he’ll wear himself out to the point where he can barely stand by the time he gets back.
~Research, Vash loves what his role in the military and now at the academy entails (minus the teaching part). He enjoys absorbing as much information as possible and learning about all of the latest technology, as the more that he knows, the stronger his powers are and the less limited they become.
~Music, especially live music, Vash finds it to be one of the few things that can properly relax him into a state where his guard drops a little. That and the three years that he spent on base, live music was something that he was deprived of. Even recordings were hard to hear over the sounds of the alarms and machinery at work in the base.
VASH DISLIKES
~“Owing someone.” He can’t handle the thought of being in debt to anyone for anything, even if it is just a small favour, the concept of not knowing what he has to give back makes him sick.
~Being ignored/not respected, Vash knows that due to the fact that he is really only one year older than the seniors that he teaches at the school (and smaller than most) getting them to listen is not something that would be easy. However, he also knows (a little too well) that he’s learned a lot just from being out of the school for three years and tries to demonstrate to the students what reality is like outside of the safety of the school.
~His lack of height. Vash hates how small he is, as he is smaller than just about all of the upperclassmen that he teaches and deals with. As a result of this, he compensates by being that much tougher on people and being that much louder and assertive when teaching.
~Being questioned on what he knows/limitations of his knowledge or being shown up. Vash is a bit of a know-it-all in terms of what he studies, but that’s because of the shear amount of time he has already invested into his research in both offensive and defensive strategy as well as the weapons that he has created. So when someone tries to argue that he’s wrong, he will quickly get frustrated and flustered. This also extends to his perceptions of reality and what he thinks is right and wrong.
~Noise. Any sort of background noise tends to break up his focus and makes it nearly impossible to actually perform his research. The only exception to this is classical music, but even then he tends to save that for when he’s relaxing or keeps the volume at a minimum.
~Cats. He was born and raised with dogs, and growing up with them had made him extremely biased towards the animals, and when a stray cat had saw it necessary to sink it’s claws into his legs, cheeks, and arms, he established that he was a dog /only/ person strictly.
FEARS
~Large groups of people. Vash feels constrained when he is in a large group of people, or even near them, as just having been involved in the military for three years has put him on edge enough around people that too many of them will stir up his anxiety and overwhelm him to the point where he will fidget with whatever weapon he may have on him.
~Losing control, Vash had thought of his partner as a very emotionally strong person while he knew him, and the fact that he seemed to have just snapped out of no where is enough to set him on edge about that. This applies to whether he himself loses enough control to make a wall turn into rubble or just watching someone (anyone) else lose control and lash out with their powers.
~Getting attached to people. Again, developed from being involved in the military for three years and ultimately having to kill his only friend. He has a hard enough time socializing with people unless it’s about his work, let alone actually trusting them enough to consider them friends, as he’s afraid that if he opens up to someone he’s afraid that he’ll eventually have to kill them too.
~Uncertainty, from a strategic point of view, uncertainty is the worst possible thing that could happen and so it has become the bane of Vash’s existence. In all aspects of his life he finds it deeply unnerving to not have the answer to something or be ignorant of a certain detail/complication.
QUIRKS
~Whenever Vash is thinking or in a foul mood, he’ll start fiddling with a particular historical revolver that he found via assembling and disassembling it. Sometimes, with other small hand held weapons that he has on his person, he’ll just take a bunch of them apart and use the existing pieces to combine them or make little robot like machines and explore their functions until he has calmed down and reassembles them into the weapons he requires.
~He has a really hard time sleeping and often finds himself wandering around the hallways and gardens of the school in the middle of the night due to the fact that all he thinks about when he tries to sleep is what happened with his partner.
~Vash has a steel band on his right wrist at all times, as this piece of metal is there in case he needs more material for whatever it is that he is creating in an emergency, and it was made out of the knife that his partner stabbed him with in his sleep the night that he lost control. If he really loses his temper, he has the habit of grabbing onto the band until he can calm down, as a reminder of what could happen to him if he lost control.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Vash is very private about his personal life, or anything that isn’t directly related to formal business. He refuses to show any outward emotional attachment to anyone other than his sister in public, who he has been willing to do just about anything for since they were little. While Vash hates displaying emotional attachment towards others, he tends to become attached to certain personalities very quickly, which is the main thing that he hates about himself. He generally attempts to hide his attachment towards others by threatening them both verbally and physically and overall insulting their presence. This, he uses not only to disguise the growing attachment he has to that given person, but also is his attempt at forcing the other away before he gets a chance to be too used to their presence, resulting in his emotional attachment towards them to grow even greater.
Vash tends to be extremely paranoid about even the smallest things which can often lead to him acting instinctually in self defense, which can lead to the injury of others around him. This he can become rather apologetic about, but he would never admit it outwardly to others for fear of it showing weakness. This results in him forcing a hardened, unsympathetic view towards people and society in general, which more often than not he can convince himself as being his actual opinion until he is forced to think about it.
Vash tends to suppress things to an unhealthy level in an attempt to give off a more militaristic vibe. This is his own natural defense mechanism that has resulted in having to virtually raise himself and his sister. He doesn’t want his sister to worry about him or for her to have to take care of him. So, he tries to maintain a very grown-up and “wise old man” air about him where he can always find the answers if he doesn’t already have them. This acting is the main cause of Vash’s extremely short temper that can be triggered by just about anything. Occasional emotional outbursts can also be caused by suppressing too much of a negative emotion or just dealing with large sums of stress.
As a result, Vash tends to be extremely argumentative and in an overall short tempered or annoyed mood most of the time. He is often extremely tense and gets frustrated with small things that he doesn’t get at first, and often has to take a break from his work and drink something caffeinated to force him to relax. He tends to get headaches often from being too worked up, or going through withdrawal from caffeine. He also denies that he has an addiction to caffeine, as obvious as it is to anyone who knows him.
Vash can also be extremely territorial when it comes to anything or anyone that he is used to being around or that “belong” to him. This is where his protectiveness of his little sister comes from. He will go to the ends of the earth and back for people who he feels attached to, and will do just about anything to keep his personal possessions personal.
This creates a hatred of change for Vash and a need for everything to stay exactly how it is, which further enhances his desire to push things away that are new, or weren’t there before. He quite often feels homesick if he is away from the things that he is used to for long periods of time.
When Vash does end up with new relationships, and he comes to term with change, forces himself to embrace it fully and does everything in his power to incorporate every aspect of it into his life. Though this small thing, he still tries to keep private, especially from whoever is involved in what he is trying to get used to for fear of being teased or taken advantage of.
For this reason, Vash can often be extremely stubborn or hard headed and doesn’t seem to know when to quit, even if it is at the expense of his own physical or mental well being.
His general over-view of society as a whole can be extremely pessimistic at times, primarily due to his obsession with his commitments/work on top of his already extremely high stress levels. This can lead to occasional moments of depression that Vash attempts to hide by expressing his shortened temper to all who intrude on him other than his sister.
When Vash has his guard down, he can be extremely caring and sweet towards others, very much so like how he treats his younger sister, to a more mild degree.
Physical contact of any sort can usually break down Vash’s facade, when he isn’t genuinely angry for any given reason. As a result, Vash tends to stray away from physical contact of others, with the exception of his sister. Usually, if a form of weaponry is available, he will threaten anyone else if they attempt to come near him. This, however, tends to be an empty threat in most cases.
Vash has this unhealthy need for his own personal space, he can’t handle it when there are either too many people in a small area together, or when a room has low ceilings and is small overall. This leads to many incidences where he becomes more tense than usual from being blocked in by crowds that are taller than him, thus making it impossible for him to see the sky or get the fresh air he desires. If Vash is inside for extensive periods of time, he will occasionally start coughing from lack of fresh air. This is something that Vash is convinced has to do with the “pollution” of the atmosphere.
`ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR, TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE!
[/ul][/font] The pungent stench of dried blood and damp paper filled Vash’s nostrils, causing him to stir—the smell of the blood would have been enough to make anyone double over. He took a deep breath and immediately regretted it, the coughing hurting his chest even more than the cold, hard floor ached at his back. He rolled over, his hand still gripping his petite gun and couldn’t help but let out a low groan. The cold bit at his legs and arms, but that didn’t concern him nearly as much as the sticky substance that appeared to cover him and the floor on which he woke.
He finally opened his eyes, at first it was dark but then he adjusted to the dim setting, quickly able to assess the situation. There had been a fight; blood seemed to be sprayed all across the hallway, most of it collecting around where he was crouching.
What had happened here?
Someone must have died, and by the looks of the blood that was spread far and wide, not without a struggle…and possibly taking their tormentor with them. He frowned, slowly beginning to rise, but keeping as quite as he could. He wasn’t stupid, far from it as a matter of fact, he knew that there were several things wrong here, and he couldn’t remember any of them.
He was paranoid on a good day, but now….now he was far from it, especially since he couldn’t remember a damned thing! He couldn’t help but shiver, the cold—and this feeling of being watched, being prey didn’t help in the matter. He quickly sulked into the shadows of the hallway, feeling far to exposed.
When he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, it was broken—that much he knew. He cursed inwardly, he was not devoid of cuts and scrapes—as if a wild animal had attacked him….but he didn’t know what. He took a few deep breaths and looked at the pool of blood that he had been laying in. He shook his head.
He couldn’t have died, no…he couldn’t have…he was right here after-all!
He needed to find out what had happened, he needed to know…the blood splatter didn’t match with the injuries that he had attained—no…the patterning on the flood and walls looked as if someone had been hacked to pieces, bit by bit—as if they were dragged around by a wood chipper.
Where was he anyway?
That was another question that he had to concern himself with, but it wasn’t quite so important to label an unfriendly location as it was to know just how much it wanted to kill you, and to find a way out. He surveyed the darkest corners of the room again, still not able to shake off the feeling of being watched. He found it harder to hold his hands steady than usual—something that wasn’t typical of the nation, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Then another thought struck him.
Where was Lili?
His fear slowly elapsed into panic as he tried to wrack his brain to see if she had been with him—if they had come to this place together…he hoped not. But either way, he had to know for sure—he had to get some sort of sign to know for sure that she wasn’t here somewhere. She couldn’t be, surely he wasn’t irresponsible enough to bring the one person he worried for most to a place such as this?
But…did he even come here of his own free will? That he couldn’t recall either, was he taken—was he searching for something? Had a war broken out again? Was he in some sort of mental hospital? Or was he a prisoner? Had Lili been kidnapped?
He shook his head a little, trying to rid himself of those thoughts, he couldn’t panic—he wasn’t allowed to panic. No—he had to find out what had happened, just exactly what was going on. And more importantly, he had to make sure Lili wasn’t here, that she was safe in their home.
He only became more on edge when he heard creaking—noises coming from just around the corner. He directed his gun in that direction, expecting for something to come out at him….but after a few moments, nothing did.
He resolved that he would have to investigate, at least find something that would give him some sort of information. He slowly crept in the direction of the noise…still expecting something to come out at him.
His gaze narrowed, gradually being able to make out a ladder—someone else was here…someone who he could potentially talk to…if it wasn’t the same person that spilled all of that blood in the hallway.
He slowly made his way up to the ladder, he saw the fresh set of tracks in the dust. This was definitely where the noise had come from. He took a deep breath and took one last look around—the sensation of being watched only growing stronger as he drabbed the first rung. He didn’t like the idea of his back being exposed—especially not when he was feeling like he was watched. But nor did he like looking up into a hole where it was dark and lead off to seemingly nowhere.
He took a deep breath and mounted the ladder, his left hand holding firmly onto his gun and ready to whip it around and shoot if needed. He trained his ears to be alert for even he quietest sound, and he began climbing up the ladder. As he got nearer to the top, he began picking up sound—the sound of boots? He wasn’t entirely sure, but the sound was definitely walking—and based on his judgment, someone who wasn’t overly large either.
Size never really mattered though, he knew that all too well. If it had, he would have been demolished in the Second World War…and England would have lost without so much as a fight.
He imagined that this trap door led into a more open area, if it was an attic that he was climbing into. There would be nothing that would separate him from who was up there now, they would be up there, waiting.
Vash closed his eyes for a moment before jumping out of the trap door, his gun aimed forwards and his finger on the trigger. He assessed the room as he looked around, his gaze stopping on the person in front of him.
“Tino?” He asked, his voice quiet. The person in front of him definitely looked like Tino, but he leaned the hard way to never trust what he saw. Anyone could make themselves look like anyone else if they had to. Even if it was him, by the looks of it, he couldn’t really know whether he was friend or foe at this point, especially with the way his daggers were poised and the way he was holding himself.
“Can you tell me what exactly is going on?”
He finally opened his eyes, at first it was dark but then he adjusted to the dim setting, quickly able to assess the situation. There had been a fight; blood seemed to be sprayed all across the hallway, most of it collecting around where he was crouching.
What had happened here?
Someone must have died, and by the looks of the blood that was spread far and wide, not without a struggle…and possibly taking their tormentor with them. He frowned, slowly beginning to rise, but keeping as quite as he could. He wasn’t stupid, far from it as a matter of fact, he knew that there were several things wrong here, and he couldn’t remember any of them.
He was paranoid on a good day, but now….now he was far from it, especially since he couldn’t remember a damned thing! He couldn’t help but shiver, the cold—and this feeling of being watched, being prey didn’t help in the matter. He quickly sulked into the shadows of the hallway, feeling far to exposed.
When he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, it was broken—that much he knew. He cursed inwardly, he was not devoid of cuts and scrapes—as if a wild animal had attacked him….but he didn’t know what. He took a few deep breaths and looked at the pool of blood that he had been laying in. He shook his head.
He couldn’t have died, no…he couldn’t have…he was right here after-all!
He needed to find out what had happened, he needed to know…the blood splatter didn’t match with the injuries that he had attained—no…the patterning on the flood and walls looked as if someone had been hacked to pieces, bit by bit—as if they were dragged around by a wood chipper.
Where was he anyway?
That was another question that he had to concern himself with, but it wasn’t quite so important to label an unfriendly location as it was to know just how much it wanted to kill you, and to find a way out. He surveyed the darkest corners of the room again, still not able to shake off the feeling of being watched. He found it harder to hold his hands steady than usual—something that wasn’t typical of the nation, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Then another thought struck him.
Where was Lili?
His fear slowly elapsed into panic as he tried to wrack his brain to see if she had been with him—if they had come to this place together…he hoped not. But either way, he had to know for sure—he had to get some sort of sign to know for sure that she wasn’t here somewhere. She couldn’t be, surely he wasn’t irresponsible enough to bring the one person he worried for most to a place such as this?
But…did he even come here of his own free will? That he couldn’t recall either, was he taken—was he searching for something? Had a war broken out again? Was he in some sort of mental hospital? Or was he a prisoner? Had Lili been kidnapped?
He shook his head a little, trying to rid himself of those thoughts, he couldn’t panic—he wasn’t allowed to panic. No—he had to find out what had happened, just exactly what was going on. And more importantly, he had to make sure Lili wasn’t here, that she was safe in their home.
He only became more on edge when he heard creaking—noises coming from just around the corner. He directed his gun in that direction, expecting for something to come out at him….but after a few moments, nothing did.
He resolved that he would have to investigate, at least find something that would give him some sort of information. He slowly crept in the direction of the noise…still expecting something to come out at him.
His gaze narrowed, gradually being able to make out a ladder—someone else was here…someone who he could potentially talk to…if it wasn’t the same person that spilled all of that blood in the hallway.
He slowly made his way up to the ladder, he saw the fresh set of tracks in the dust. This was definitely where the noise had come from. He took a deep breath and took one last look around—the sensation of being watched only growing stronger as he drabbed the first rung. He didn’t like the idea of his back being exposed—especially not when he was feeling like he was watched. But nor did he like looking up into a hole where it was dark and lead off to seemingly nowhere.
He took a deep breath and mounted the ladder, his left hand holding firmly onto his gun and ready to whip it around and shoot if needed. He trained his ears to be alert for even he quietest sound, and he began climbing up the ladder. As he got nearer to the top, he began picking up sound—the sound of boots? He wasn’t entirely sure, but the sound was definitely walking—and based on his judgment, someone who wasn’t overly large either.
Size never really mattered though, he knew that all too well. If it had, he would have been demolished in the Second World War…and England would have lost without so much as a fight.
He imagined that this trap door led into a more open area, if it was an attic that he was climbing into. There would be nothing that would separate him from who was up there now, they would be up there, waiting.
Vash closed his eyes for a moment before jumping out of the trap door, his gun aimed forwards and his finger on the trigger. He assessed the room as he looked around, his gaze stopping on the person in front of him.
“Tino?” He asked, his voice quiet. The person in front of him definitely looked like Tino, but he leaned the hard way to never trust what he saw. Anyone could make themselves look like anyone else if they had to. Even if it was him, by the looks of it, he couldn’t really know whether he was friend or foe at this point, especially with the way his daggers were poised and the way he was holding himself.
“Can you tell me what exactly is going on?”
`EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD!
AGE 19
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I am Vash Zwingly and I am a TEACHER!
I am Vash Zwingly and I am a TEACHER!
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