Jun 17, 2023 9:10:49 GMT
Post by Dante on Jun 17, 2023 9:10:49 GMT
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DANTE ISABELLA OTTAVIANO
OVERVIEW
» NAME: Dante Isabella Ottaviano
» Dante inherited his middle name from his mother's maiden name, Isabella. He gets some odd looks from it being a "girl's name", but he carries it with him in confidence.» ALIAS: Archangel
» GENDER: Male
» AGE: 22
» SEXUALITY: Bi-curious (but he don't know that 👀)
» BIRTHDATE: March, 28
» BIRTHPLACE: Tuscany, Italy
» NATIONALITY: Italian
» ETHNICITY: American-italian
» LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English (fluent), Italian (fluent), Japanese (intermediate)
» BLOOD TYPE: O
» ZODIAC SIGN: Aries
» THEME: A Like Supreme
» OCCUPATION: Freelance Musician
» AFFILIATION: Civilians
PERSONALITY
"Ha! As if I'd care what anyone thought of me."
» POSITIVE TRAITS:✟ Charismatic | » NEGATIVE TRAITS:✟ Arrogant |
» LIKES:✟ His mother and sibling | » DISLIKES:✟ Any government |
Insidious.
It's one of the many words that could be used to describe Dante. Raging, egotistical, self-centered narcissist might be the better description of someone of his caliber, though. You'll probably never see him without a drink, a cigarette or his guitar in his hands, spewing the worst things about corruption and oppression of governments and rebellion against them, so often that your ears would start to bleed whether it be from his droning or songs. He's the definition of teenage rebellion come full storm into a human body, the word revolution come to life. Stay around him long enough, you might start believing he's telling the truth.
The delinquent's charming, the people who've gotten used to him might say. He could talk or con paint off a wall if it mattered enough to him, convince or manipulate a blue collar to give up their oh so precious funds to him so he can use it on his next tour 'round the crime-ridden bars of Shinjuku to let the people hear what they need to hear. What do they need to hear? The truth. The government's cheating you, telling you lies and conspiracies, that their propaganda for heroism is all-mighty, your money is for their billion-dollar liquor they're gonna put in a floozy restaurant with a 360 view in Tokyo Tower. It's all a lie, a sham, to keep you leashed and obedient.
Who knows what he'll accomplish? In this world of superpowers, anything is possible.
APPEARANCE
 | » HEIGHT: 6'1 (173 cm) » WEIGHT: 170 lbs (75kg) » EYE COLOR: Cerulean » SKIN COLOR: Caucasian » HAIR COLOR: Blonde » FACE CLAIM NAME: Diego Brando » FACE CLAIM SERIES: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure |
"The fame, the attraction... anyone will fade away without it."
You don't stand up for yourself, you don't stick out, you're gonna get trampled on. It's just the rules of the world, nature's law, how things are meant to be. Dante learned this the second he was born- and he'll be damned if he doesn't live by those rules. He's punk and rash, tattered sleeves and tank tops and tight leather jeans, littered in multitudes with various scars from scraps long ago and various tattoos that litter his arms, as well as the wrist bands and rings on his fingers. Archangel is written in black letter font above the crucifix on his back, a dearly intricate ink he's very proud of.
When he's performing, the symbol of Archangel, the name his solo performance went by back in America, is inscribed on his black tank top. Reddish leather jeans that are too tight for his liking accentuate his heeled boots, making him taller than he actually is. This physique shows off his lean body that isn't too muscly or skinny, and emphasizes the aviator sunglasses hiding his stark blue eyes that he never seems to take off, even if it's pitch black out. Dante's eyes are reptilian in nature as a vibrant cerulean with slit pupils.
HISTORY
"Eyes up, Blondie... we're burning this country to the ground."
— they'll hang me in the morning... before the night is done —
tw // implied manipulation, foul language
Tuscany, Italy, born in a perfect little household on a ranch with Ma and Pa, and a dear little sibling who all loved him. Tuscany, Italy, where the family was rich beyond comprehension but too alike with its corruption. Tuscany, Italy, where money bought everything, from his mother's sanity to his father's position in the mafia. Italy, where he found out he was the bastard son of his beloved, worn out tramp mother who'd found her real love in another man. Italy, where he saw how fucked up how human nature was when he was tossed to the streets, from the methheads to the alcoholics who kept him company into the wee hours of the night.
America, where he stowed away to, enlisted in the military and finally found a friend.
Vasile von Aschenbrenner was his name. About the craziest bastard he'd ever met, Dante would later realise he had such a screw loose because he'd been shot in the head in a firefight back in Romania and lived, not saving what little sanity he had left thanks to the typical depressing story most soldiers seem entitled to. Said he was a guerilla fighter in Romania before he was picked up by American forces, should have died thanks to that bullet but lived due to unforeseen circumstances, so the army recruited him up instead of throwing him to an early grave. Dante didn't get it one bit, but for a youth who'd lied about everything to get some footing in life, even if it meant sacrificing himself as a soldier, having someone else who'd been through as much shit as him seemed like a blessing. Even if Vasile was quite frankly, a madman.
Probably should have been put in an insane asylum, but Dante figured Vasile's silver slick tongue probably talked the captain out of it. Both assigned to be foot soldiers, the delinquent found himself in the consistent company of the Romanian maniac, and found a common ally in what they thought would be a common enemy. They both hated the people who put them there, both grew up on the streets and nursed an immense hatred for the higher powers, the suits, and those who looked down upon them. And fuck, they were both in the military. You can imagine how well that would end, yeah?
Not well, in its purest sense.
Dante had gotten used to Vasile's odd mannerisms, but it turns out the psycho was even more psycho than he'd originally thought. He was a guerilla fighter- he had friends. A lot of friends. Equally psychotic friends that wanted to take over the armament they were apart of and whatever military vehicles and weapons they'd had, storming HQ in the dead of night and killing the officers there in a show of usurpation. Dante was used to the gunfire and bloodshed, but this was something new. Vasile grabbed him in the midst of it all, whispered some unforgettable words to him, handed him the revolver he'd gifted Dante, then disappeared. Sheer moments later, HQ erupts into a fiery explosion. A death as befitting the luck of the man who had already died once.
Dante himself should have ended up in a psyche ward with having to deal with Vasile, on top of witnessing people's slaughter and the death of a martyr. But he didn't- maybe because he'd already been turned insane and didn't realise it, too bewildered by the sheer "what the fuck"ery of what had just happened. The strays of his insurgency were mopped up, and Vasile's existence was wiped from Earth like a bug from a windshield. And that stuck with him. Stuck with Dante. He needed to get it out- talk, scream, fight someone, get it off his chest. But there was no one but the burnt guitar next to him whose strings were still pluckable, so he strummed away into the night, willing for any distraction. And it worked. By god, did it work.
He supposed he could thank Vasile for the one and only thing apart from his dronings about God's teachings and the reality of the heads of any country- it was a career made from the bloody truth of the real world's state. His mentor was a suicidal lunatic, but he'd gotten one thing right- there was corruption to be seen in the homeless kids on the street, the coverups of corporate murders, the judgement of the fatcats. Vasile was the end result of a broken man who had suffered through all of these things. He wasn't going to storm any army base to prove the world wrong, not yet- he was going to tell the truth. And the better he got at spreading the fire, the more Dante learned that these people really did need cold, hard veracity.
Dante had to vent to anyone over what he'd been through, so he did it in form of song. Red, hot, heavy metal, he performed at every and any backstreet alley or underground bar he came across with likeminded people who hated what the white collars stood for, and he discovered he was good at it. And damn well good at it too. And the people, their blood boiled for it.
Until, of course, Dante had to meet him.
New Mexico, America. Clock's just hit 10 in the dead of night and he's performing in the joint of this little no-name town because he needs gas for his mustang because he just ran out of it. And, it being a no-name town in no-name nowhere, people tend to get a little antsy when something exciting happens. His words of anti-goverment slander got to their hearts so easily it was almost a joke, but did Dante have fun doing it? Fuck yes. It was one of the best nights of his life, the crowd there was practically breaking the floor with how much they jumped and cheered.
Of course, Dante flashed his gun to get those red-blooded Americans even more excited, but that's all it took for the hound dog at waiting at the bar to lock him up. Wasn't the first time he'd been cuffed during performance, wouldn't be the last. But well, this man's words struck a chord in him a little.
"Keep your damn booger picker off the trigger! And quit flagging everyone, especially if you're gonna keep the picker on the trigger! That's how you get an accidental discharge!"
He sounded like him.
After spending a delightful time annoying and flirting with the beautiful receptionist in the slammer, Dante ended up with a lax discharge thanks to the laziness of the sheriff, and tracked down the man who'd imprisoned him. When he caught up, the man asked why he was here. Dante himself honestly didn't know- he would hate to admit he was curious about anyone. He was an egotistical, raging rockerboy who didn't care about anyone, so why him?
"Huh. Dunno. You jus' reminded me of someone I knew."
For some reason, Mark didn't shake Dante off. Bad choice, because now wherever Mark was going to go, Dante wouldn't be far behind.
ITEMS
— dante's guitar
Dante's electric guitar is the essence of his personality, the divine definition, and is pretty much his one and only child. He'll save the acoustic ones to smash other people's heads in with.
His mentor's car. He fights to not keep any scratches on it while driving like an absolute lunatic, which is nigh impossible. There's a scratch on the left flank he still hasn't fixed.
His mentor was a guerilla fighter in the worst of civil wars. As a keepsake, he's always wearing the dog tags 'round his neck. On it reads "Vasile von Aschenbrenner". He has his own set too, just in case he goes loud or quiet into the night, and nobody cared to know who he was.
QUIRK
IAN, FREEZE!
C+ | transformation / mutation
Part of Dante's personality could be thanks to his upbringing, or the wild animalistic nature of his quirk. One thing's for sure- they both contribute to the absolute wildcard of a person that he is.
Freeze — Freeze allows partial transformation of the body into a dinosaur (e.g Utahraptor, Deinonychus). Freeze is a mutation in which the quirk enhances the eyesight of the user and allows them to focus on moving targets to better predict their next move. The faster the target moves, the better he can predict their next action.
— Freeze affects the user's Awareness attribute.
— Freeze's other mutations/transformations do not affect any other attributes.
» DRAWBACKS:
Freeze — Freeze affects the user in a way that they only comprehend what is moving in their sightline. If a person or an object is not moving, the user cannot see them.
Living Legend — Freeze affects the user's mental state through a primitive, predator-like mindset. The longer it is used, the more reptile-like the user will become in both appearance and attitude, and will eventually perceive everyone around them as a target.
ATTRIBUTES
| » AWARENESS (C+) | » VITALITY (C-) |
| » DURABILITY (C-) | » SPEED (D) |
| » DEXTERITY (D) | » STRENGTH (C) |
Limit Breakers: 3 Available | 0/45 Used
EQUIPMENT
— hand of god (D+)
The Hand of God is Dante's chosen weapon of apparatus- as a claimed gunslinger, who would he be without his revolver? Its namesake is for his faux beliefs in the world thanks to his mentor. There is a cross etched along the left side of the barrel and top strap, almost as if it were a scar.
SKILLS
CLEVER GIRL
D+
Like his guitarist skills, Dante's all completely self-taught when it comes to fighting. The wild trait of his voice and quirk are mixed in with his street-brawling fighting style.
MARKSMANSHIP
D+
He wouldn't be a self-respecting egotistical back-alley American delinquent if he didn't know how to aim a gun. It's not to say he'll hit what he intended to, though.
PLAYED BY taiihun
