Levant de Alaric, Death On The Battlefield

[Milliardo Peacecraft]

Name: Levant de Alaric
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Eye color: Amber
Hair color: Black
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 178lbs
Appearance:
Personality: Levant is sadistic, it's as simple as that. A masochist, and a blood-thirsty man in his own right, he is only sated whilst in the heat of a battle that could end his life. Though he may appear reckless and endangering at times, he as actually quite the thoughtful man, and will formulate some type of plan before heading into brainless combat. It's interesting to note, however, that his behavior once he's IN battle becomes slightly... Monstrous... Caring little for his own life, or damage he sustains, his sole objective becomes destroying his opponent, and in most cases, even going as far as to humiliate them.

Bio: Hailing from Romania, Levant always had quite the strange name, never truly fitting in with his heritage. Still, it seemed he had an almost natural place in the northwestern countryside of Romania, spending most of his youth in a small house, with a small family. Never suspecting much was "wrong," per se, with their son, Levan'ts parents never really questioned his behavior, even when he took to decorating his room with blood red curtains, crimson spreads and sheets for his bed, and painted the walls a deep, dark shade of gray, apparently attempting to mimic the inside of a castle. Obsessed with the occult, immortality, and the supernatural, Levant group up surrounded by libraries of reading material on such subjects, researching everything from the Ancient Egyptians and their Ankh, all the way to the original cases of vampires, which come from old world China.

Taking a special interest in the man that sparked most of the modern legends, Levant found a place in his heart for the man who goes by the name Vlad Dracul III, or, as he's more commonly known in literature and movies: Dracula. Seeing past just the fictional masks that were thrown onto the man, portraying him as a monster, he found that Vlad III had actually been quite the skilled tactician, as well as a ruthless lover of war... Often impaling his victims and leaving them to die a slow, agonizing death over what could be anything from hours, to days... And in a manner that could only be regarded as twisted, or evil, Vlad would even go as far as to just sit and watch his enemies die before him, throughout this torturous process...

By the time he had turned 18, Levant was a changed man, seeking to fulfill his bloodlust, and do something - anything - to watch the life of another man pour out of his body, and onto the ground at his feet. Never letting many people onto how he truly felt, he spent a good majority of his free time focusing on studies such as those offered to him by schools, and programs, it would look as though Levant was quite the scholar, from the outside... And, although that wasn't entirely incorrect, as Levant became quite the intelligent, sophisticated man through this, his core was still plagued by a sickening darkness that was infused within every fiber of his being... He couldn't go more than a few hours without thinking of how amazing it would feel with his hand around someone's throat, burying his teeth into their neck, and feeling the warm, coppery taste of their blood flowing out, lapping over his tongue, seeping out from the corners of his mouth. If anything was true of Levant, it was that he had convinced himself that he must be a vampire at heart.

Finally getting his wish, not long after his 20th birthday, Levant had found himself quite the girlfriend. In fact, he had arguably found the perfect girlfriend, for him. Sharing all of his usual interests, she went above and beyond that, and the two found themselves with interests they'd barely ever even explored. Utilizing their time together as best they could, they did everything... Climbed mountains, explored old castles, went swimming, shared stories, wrote each other poems, drove around for hours... They could sit there all day and just lay with one another, casually playing with pieces of hair, sliding hungry hands up and down the other's body, longing for something more... But it didn't matter if more ever came or not, they were always content with one another, neither was ever so greedy...

But beyond that, they shared something more important to both of them: a lust for blood. Their souls intertwined, they saw fit to explore their final, and perhaps most dangerous interest... And one fine night, she went ahead and decided to dance with the devil... Digging into her chest, just enough to break the skin, she scraped herself with a safety pin, and drew blood from her own body, enticing Levant. Entranced, and both strengthened and weakened by this sight, it didn't take him long to give in, or to take what he'd lusted for for so long... The taste on his lips, against his tongue... The warmth flooding into his mouth, it was ecstasy... However, before he could ever repay the favor, and let her drink from his blood, she split, and took off. Such a person, such a soulmate, just leaving like that, it killed Levant... It broke whatever shattered soul he already had into a million smaller, more insane pieces, like shredding an already crumpled piece of paper...

Lost in himself, unsure of what to do, he turned all of his focus, all of his raw emotions, and all of his lack of sympathy and care for the human race, into a warpath. Finding himself best suited for mobile suit combat, as that was where his desire for blood and intelligence could best be used, Levant took to training himself. Far from an easy feat, he was luckily able to use his prowess and common sense that he had gained over the years, as well as his mental fortitude, to get the basics down, at the very least... From then on out, it was merely trial and error, and learning by doing.

Now, at the age of 26, Levant seeks nothing more than the carnage and fury of the battlefield. The blood and the screams. The embrace of love and death...

Sample Post:
The cold of the metal stung at his hand as he gently ran it down the length of the cockpit door. Though it was only a basic, mass-produced suit, it didn’t matter. It was a Mobile Suit, and he was determined to show Shinamori how well he knew how to pilot it. Now that he belonged in the squadron he had to regularly prove his worth to the group through sparring and small little missions that don’t run the great risk that full blown conflicts might tag along with. There were two others beside himself, Rachael, and John. All of them were piloting the same mobile suit, and all were equipped with the same gear: a solid shield, a beam saber, and a ballistic assault rifle.

"Ready to start this thing off Rachael?" Albrecht asked over the radio channel, ending his transmission with a sneaky little grin. Hitting the controls of his mobile suit, he had it take a few steps forward, so it'd break away from the rest of the group that was standing there, waiting to get the training session started.

"When am I not ready? You're the one that we should be worried about..." Rachael replied, laughing a little bit over the radio channel as she spoke. Moving her mobile suit forward as well, she got in a position close to that of an attack stance in front of Albrecht and his mobile suit. The two suits stood next to each other gloriously, like two knights about to ride down and save a village from destruction. There was just a way about them that was brilliant and radiant.

As the two suits got into their positions, Albrecht drew his assault rifle and aimed it at the head unit of Rachael's mobile suit, while she in turn drew her beam saber in one hand, the shield in the other. It was clear who preferred which methods of combat... Albrecht taking the more ranged, gunfire approach, while Rachael wasn't afraid to get up close and personal. Though, it would truly be interesting to see how the two types of combat clashed in battle, as in most real battles the types of combat reflected the pace of the combat, not the individual preferences...
"Here I come!" Rachael shouted over the intercom as she threw the controls into motion, launching her mobile suit forward. Drawing back its arm high in the air, it prepared for a wide-arc beam saber slash downwards. The whole time, her shield was up at the ready to block most incoming shots that Albrecht might fire at her. By pushing forward, she'd be pressing the combat onto him, and forcing him onto the defensive... She was using his own rules of engagement against him...

"Good... But I taught you this type of combat!" Albrecht replied, letting her know, or at least implying, that he knew what she was up to, and that she couldn't beat him that way. Jumping into the air, he turned on his thrusters to propel him upwards and forward, angling his suit so it was almost horizontal with the ground, aiming his ballistic assault rifle downwards. It was aimed at the back of the head on Rachael's mobile suit, an attack that would leave her at an extreme disadvantage if it connected. The question now, was what Rachael was going to do to stop it...

Responding to his attack almost immediately, she pivoted her mobile suit down onto one knee, rotating the suit 180 degrees to face the incoming shots head on. As her feet stabilized on the ground, she raised up the shield to cover the head and upper torso. The rounds impacted heavily on the shield, visibly pushing her suit into the ground slightly. Even still, not once did she lose control of her machine or what was going on. Preparing a counter attack, she put away her beam saber and drew her ballistic assault rifle peaking the barrel out from behind the shield and aiming at his suit. Within moments she had sprayed a small burst of ballistic fire, hoping to either distract him or disable him.

"You'll HAVE to do better than that!" Rachael commented, almost mocking how Albrecht was shooting at her but unable to inflict damage.



P.S. Bry, I'm scrapping Alex Tepes, but couldn't figure out how to change the title or shit of the old thread, so I just started this new one instead. Sorry if that causes any problems, you can just delete the old one at this point, I suppose.

[Nanako Soriyu]

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