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Post by vigilante on Aug 17, 2017 17:03:07 GMT
He was confused by what she said to him and blinked.
"I am not a bee either. What do bees have to do with habitable buildings.....?"
He thought about it for a moment before he realised what she meant.
"Oh, no not that kind of hive, trolls refer to the buildings they live in as hives."
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Post by vigilante on Jul 16, 2017 19:24:44 GMT
He tilted his head to the side a bit with his ears pricked up. Still stuck under what had to be at least a horse's weight in bat. But he still didn't seem to mind even through he had to move one of Cloak's wings out of the way to be able to see past him and look at Nancy.
"So it is a small hive? I see... My apologies for the question if it seemed unusual, my lady, but it seems although our languages are similar to near identical, some of the meanings of words and phrases do not match up."
Vigilante patted Cloak's side some more until he finally shifted off of him. Allowing him to stand up off the floor. The giant bat wasted no time in climbing on Vig's back and wrapping his wings around the trolls. Making the bat seem to be the item of clothing he was named after.
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Post by vigilante on Jul 9, 2017 19:12:39 GMT
The announcement startled him into dropping off the ceiling. Letting out a surprised skree with his hands covering his ears. Perhaps it would have best to try and shelter from all the neon in a corner of the ceiling that didn't have a speaker in it... At least Vig was quick to get back up onto his feet.
"What is an apartment....?"
No sooner than he'd finished muttering the question to himself the source of the earlier squeaking and flapping made himself known. A giant white bat darted into the room from the corridor and tackled right into the troll. Looking very pleased with himself as he was sitting on his chest like a large dog that had just tackled its owner.
"Ah, so that was where you were Cloak."
Vigilante patted Cloak on the side and didn't seem to mind that he was being sat on by him. Even with his large size.
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Post by vigilante on Jul 6, 2017 22:46:42 GMT
The troll in armour took his hand from his sword and put it on the ceiling with the other one. Frowning a bit and still squinted at all the bright light created all these coloured lights. Why were there even so many of them? So much for getting answers. It seemed no one had any... Vigilante got himself to a corner of the ceiling in the hope that it would be a bit more shaded from the neon there. But his ears pricked up a drawn out squeak that sounded very familiar and sounded as if it was getting closer. Louder sounds like large wing beats accompanied the squeaking.
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Post by vigilante on Jun 30, 2017 18:44:46 GMT
The second that he stepped into the room, Vigilante blinked at squinted at how bright it was. His ears lowered as he tried to shield his eyes with a gantlet covered hand. The troll flinched at went tense. Believing that he was caught out in the deadly sunlight of his home and was going to die. ... Only to find himself unharmed and just uncomfortable. What on Alternia was going here? This wasn't the room he was aiming to be in. It wasn't even the same hive. ... If it was even a hive. The knightshade didn't recognise anything about this place.
He peeked out through his fingers to try and take a longer look at the room. Only to find it just as uncomfortably bright and strange as when he only got a quick glance. The other living things in this room being just as strange. Apart from what was obviously a very odd pair of robots and a hoofbeast made of gemstones, he had no idea what anyone else was. Had these things kidnapped him somehow? And where was Cloak? The flapbeast wasn't on his back where he had been a second ago.
In an attempt to be more comfortable so he could get some answers, and for the sake of caution as he was taking no chances, Vigilante quickly ran to the nearest wall and went from running on the ground to running up the wall with ease. Not stopping until he'd reached the ceiling and settled there crouched upside down. One hand steadying himself on the ceiling as he reached over behind his shoulder to have his other hand holding the hilt of his sword. Looking down at everyone on the ground with his yellow and teal eyes. Still squinting at the brightness.
"...Where is this? What even are any of you?"
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Post by vigilante on Jun 26, 2017 19:59:31 GMT
Store Name: The Silent Vigil
Store Type: Protection agency
Owner: Vigilante
Brief Description: A shop at which Vigilante and Cloak's services in protection can be hired for personal protection (preferred), protection of objects and protective observation of rooms and other spaces. When not hired for protection it is possible to come to the shop to attend self defence and basic combat lessons (thankfully he won't be using the same teaching methods that were used on him, so rest assured that students will not end up with serious injuries).
Jobs Available: Combat demonstration partner (someone to assist in the defence and combat classes): needed to have some basic skill in combat or self defence or to not mind/be able to take a hit/being put in possibly painful positions: first aid will be given as/if needed. Other hire-able protectors (depending on demand) in which case a secretary/team leader will also be available to keep things organised.
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Post by vigilante on Jun 18, 2017 22:20:16 GMT
Done c: (Although the image is the wrong damn dimensions because portrait...)
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Post by vigilante on Jun 18, 2017 22:18:22 GMT
Character Name: "Vigilante" Mrozek Gacler Fandom/ Original Character:
Original Character (Homestuck based)
Nickname(s)/ Alias: Vigilante, Vig, V Birthday: 1st October about 150-170 years ago (exact year impossible to translate)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Troll (Alternian alien)
Canonical Job: Knightshade, the troll version of a knight (but more like a glorified servant/bodyguard/hitman)
Personality: Extremely polite to the point of never cursing. And obsessed with the task he was trained for of capturing criminals and handing them over to others for judgement. Experience on Alternia and the dangers of his task makes him always on edge in some way, as if something could spring out at him at any second, which is why he nearly never removes his armour. And makes him very hard to sneak up on. Extremely protective of those close to him such as Cloak, his lusus, and will go against instruction to help or save them from harm. If he hears that someone has performed illegal activity then he will be wary of them but not outright aggressive towards them. But if he has evidence or witnesses them doing something illegal he will confront them. And is not afraid to start or finish a fight to make them stop. If he witnesses a fight he won’t immediately step in unless he feels it’s needed that he does so. I.e. It was started for no good reason or would only escalate to levels that endanger others in the room if it isn’t stopped. But his idea of breaking up a fight tends to be get the victim out of the way to safety and then finish the fight himself. Even if he’s against someone that he has no hope of being able to beat or escape from. Can seem emotionally blank sometimes but is mostly cheerful and upbeat. Is hyperaware of his position on the spectrum of troll blood colours and uses neutral terms to refer the blood of others rather than seeming to have a preference to either highbloods or lowbloods. Raises his voice about as often as he curses. Also has a habit of referring to others as ‘sir’, ‘my lady’, and in the case of highblooded trolls ‘your highness’.
Powers: Tealblood troll knight stuff Weaknesses: Extreme/tropical heat, being a teal blood gives him a body temperature far lower than that of a human, great for when colder weather but terrible in warmer weather, gives him a high risk of heat stroke and other overheating related ailments. Language barrier, generally confused by human names for things, holidays, concepts and phrases, and also can't read human languages. Too easily ordered around for his own good, can be a pushover and will do nearly anything that is asked of him, within reason, especially if they have a dominating personality which would also cause him to fear them. Doesn’t know when to stop…, which leads to him ending up getting quite a bit of unnecessary harm that he could have easily avoided. 'Blind as a bat',
despite being a member of a nocturnal species his night vision is terrible, only slightly better and actually possibly worse than that of a human. Nocturnal,
staying awake during the daylight hours is not going to be easy...although there is a chance he'll adapt eventually. Strengths: Tealblood ability to survive extreme injury. Only a fatal wound will kill him quickly, such as being cut in half, beheaded, neck snapped, strangled, stab wound through major organs such as the heart, and other instantly fatal injuries. Other injuries will only slow him down and he can see to them later. Slow death injuries that are not fast are still not survivable, for example, if beaten in a fight to the point of many broken bones and massive internal bleeding he could still be as mobile as normal, but unable to fight further and with much less strength and co-ordination, for ten to fifteen or even twenty minutes before actually dying. Naturally resistant to disease and illness, because of his species, trolls are have a very good immune system. Much stronger than he looks from carrying around his armour, his sword and Cloak, 24/7. Meaning he could easily lift the average human or a couch, or hold back/slow the progress of heavy moving objects. High speed and agility, again due to his higher than normal strength, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to do this in his armour. Has learned the skill of being able to hang upside for whole days and nights at a time from any surface, slightly better night vision than a human, and echolocation. Picked these up from being raised by Cloak who is a bat. Vast knowledge of law and investigation, from the training he received for his task on Alternia, he knows how to handle a crime scene or other criminal investigation or search. Very effective sword and hand to hand combat fighter, from the training he received on Alternia and from bringing in Alternian criminals, none of them come quietly. History: Vig is from the period of time after the death of the Signless/Sufferer and before the death of Redglare. On Alternia he lived close to the sea having a hive in cave in a set of cliffs, Cloak’s preferred habitat, but did not remain there for long. At a very young age he and Cloak were taken by a seadweller that wanted a new Knightshade, and trained in all the skills they would need. He quickly gained a ‘healthy respect’, fear, for what would happen if he angered or acted incorrectly around higherbloods due to treatment by his master. Which given his lower place in the spectrum compared to his master, and the general Alternian attitudes of what to do with those lower, was far from pleasant. Despite it being normal to him it was essentially a form of slavery. Hence his politeness and inability to say no. The only time he was allowed to leave his master’s hive was to catch ‘criminals’, or anyone the seadweller told him to go after, and deliver them and any evidence he had gathered to the Legislacerators. So he knows very little about his own world or casual interaction with others and became obsessed with justice as when performing it was the only time he was allowed any freedom. Right before the mall he was walking the corridors of the seadwellers hive to receive further orders.Items in Pocket: His large broadsword, that requires two hands to wield and has a teal tinted blade with a handguard decorative to resemble Cloak's white wings (if having it in it's sheath on his back counts as being in his pocket). An extremely basic first aid kit containing only a cleaning cloth, needle and thread, and bandages. Item Taken From Home: Cloak, a giant white bat just as tall he is (5 foot 8 inches with another 6 inches for his horns) that spends most of his time clinging to Vig's back to the point he resembles the item of clothing he's named after. |
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