Vicente de la Sangre

Character's full name:Vicente de la Sangre (No memory of his last name)
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Blood, Bestia, Nahual
Gender: Male
Age: 53 18
Date of Birth: (04/10/1958)
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Mexican-Spanish American
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Corpus Christi, Texas

Appearance

Hair color and style:Black, long and nearly always pulled back into a ponytail. When not, the hair hangs loose but very straight. He keeps it shaved since he hates long hair.
Eyes: Dark, Earthy Brown, nearly black when angry
Height: 6’1
Build: Tall but fairly muscular build.
Visible mutation: Not applicable unless he is currently using his powers, during which his limbs and head will have shifted into an animal equivalent.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Vicente has several tattoos over his body included barbed wire over his right bicep, feathers strung together on his left forearm, and a panther’s paw mark on his neck, including many others. The most prevalent tattoo is that of a Spanish senorita wearing a sombero on his chest.

Also, because of his work, Vicente does have many scars, including a couple of knife slashes across his back, at least two gunshot scars on right shoulder, and what looks like scars left behind from a pitchfork on his right thigh. Among these, also on his body, are several claw and bite marks from those animals he has…hunted.
Other features: Vicente wears an old, wooden crucifix around his neck that was given to him by his grandmother, and he is missing the end of his left pinkie finger. He does not talk about what happened to it, he only says, “It was a lesson I had to learn.” He has nothing from his past.

Everyday clothing style: His favorite type of clothing is a black, leather vest (no shirt underneath), and regular, dusty looking jeans, as well as boots. For his type of work, he tends to dress loose and comfortable and only dresses up if his job requires it.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Boxer shorts and nothing else.
Miscellaneous clothing: Occasionally Vicente will wear either a black leather jacket that looks worn but still reliable, or a long black trenchcoat which he uses to hide items that need hiding. His boots are his favorite. These brown leather boots usually hide a switchblade which is only to be used in extreme cases.

Character

Personality: Vicente is a very cold and calculating person. Whenever he walks into a room he immediately assesses everyone inside, looks for exit points and what can be used for weapons. To him, nearly everyone he comes across is either a target or a liability and tends to treat people as such. This usually leads the mercenary to have practically no one who can call themselves his friend. He believes that making friends will only create people who can betray you later. Because of the transformation, Vicente comes off as very lost and confused when he meets people. Mostly because he feels like he should know something about his surroundings because of a haunting sense of déjà vu, but it is fleeting at most. Aside from that, Vicente is pretty quiet and keeps to himself. When he makes a friend, though, he is pretty friendly and protective of them from then on.
Hobbies/ Interests: … that is a funny question. What would a cleaner consider to be a hobby? Well he does read weapons magazines and always trains to keep his body hard and well toned. One of the things that really catches his attention are research books about the ancient Aztecs or other Meso-American cultures. This is an influence from his father who trained him at birth so he has a natural affinity for it. He likes to workout, sing, and study Meso-American art and/or religion.
Job or part time job and description: Vicente is a former “Cleaner” for a cartel in Texas. Right now he is currently taking whatever work he comes across in order regain his reputation. None.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Vicente would say that he fears nothing, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Like any living humans, he has his own concerns and fears. The man always has a fear in the back of his mind that he will fail a job he is given. One of his other fears is that he has a fear of drowning, which is why he does not know how to swim. Also, because he is always at odds with trying to keep his current shifts, the man is a strict vegetarian unless he needs to acquire new genetic material. This can make him appear a bit stern about what he eats and what food is present around him. He fears never finding out who he is. Everybody has a place in the world and when they don’t know it, they are simply a ghost. Vicente doesn’t want to be a ghost and go unnoticed. He also has a slight fear of the dark.
Special talents: Vicente is an expert marksmen, excellent at hand-to-hand (especially with knife play). He also has a strong focus which allows him to stick to whatever task either he, or someone else, gives him with a bulldog-like tenacity. On top of all this, when Vicente once did a job where he had to pose as a mariachi, he learned to play the trumpet very well and has a beautiful singing voice. Though most will never live to see that side of him. Because of the transformation, most of his skills are reduced a bit. He is still an excellent, strong fighter, but whereas old Vicente could take on 20 or 30 foes at once, young Vicente can only fight at most 5 or 10 at a time.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Bad. There is no other words to really describe the man. He is bad to the core. He kills for a living and it does not matter to him who the target is, man or woman, young or old, single or group. So long as it adds to his reputation and gets him his money, he’ll get it done. Neutral: at the moment he is more concerned with finding out who he is, rather than change or destroy the world.

Mutations

Mutation description: Chimera Limbs – Vicente’s body can absorb and replicate equivalent animal body limbs. In order to do this he has to actually consume the animal limb, raw, the whole thing. After he has done this, Vicente’s body can store up to three different body limbs for future use. These shifts are stored in his body only until he consumes a new limb. When he does so, the oldest shift his body absorbed is removed, forgotten by his body (for example: if he had three shifts already stored and oldest shift was a tiger’s paw and he accidentally or on purpose ate a goat hoof, the Tiger’s Paw would be forgotten and the Goat Hoof will be added as his newest shift).

Strengths:

• Current Shifts:
  Left Forearm – Tiger’s front forearm. Attained from the Birmingham Zoo in Birmingham, Alabama.
  Right Arm – Mountain Gorilla’s arm. Attrained from the Knoxville Zoo in Knoxville, Tennessee.
  Head – African Lion’s head and mane. Attained from the Bronx Zoo in Bronx, New York.
  Head - White Pony's head and mane. Attrained thanks to Lori from the Order.
  Left Forearm – Maltese Tiger forearm. Mentioned obtaining in Second Chances.
  Right Arm – Red Octopus tentacle. Mentioned obtaining in Second Chances.
  Head – Grizzly Bear. Mentioned obtaining in Second Chances.
  
  
• Stored Away: All the shifts he attains stay within his body for the rest of his life. Their genetic pattern will never be forgotten until he consumes another raw animal limb.
  
  
• Animal Kingdom: It does not matter the type of animal limb he eats, if it is eaten raw, the genetic pattern will be assimilated into his body.
  
  
• Strong Body: Because of the shifts he has to go through, Vicente has kept his body strong to support the added weight of the limbs, as well as the pain he has to go through for the shift.

Weaknesses:

• Replaced Genetic Material: Because his powers depend on the consuming of animal flesh, if he happens to eat animal flesh, whatever it is it will replace his oldest shift. In doing so, he loses the oldest shift until he can consume that same type of limb again.
  
  
• Painful Shifts: Though his body is strong enough to support the shifting, it is still a painful act and can cause him to lose his focus momentarily.
  
  
• Timely Shifts: Along with the pain comes the time. The shifts are not instantaneous and can take a minimum of 1 – 2 minutes for a shift to be complete. This time frame works in both shifting into animal limbs and reverting them back.
  
  
• Shift Hold Time: Currently, Vicente can only hold each of his animal shifts for a continuous total of 10 minutes each. When he goes beyond this, the body begins to automatically revert back human and he is caused severe pain. He has to consciously keep his shift going so if he goes unconscious, he will automatically revert as well.
  
  
• Injury Transference: Just because Vicente can shift a limb into a new one, that does not mean he heals wounds either one way or the other. If, for example, he breaks his hand when it is a Gorillas hand and it reverts back to human, it will still be broken and he was to wait the appropriate amount of time for it to heal back. This also works vice versa. If he receives a laceration on his Tiger Claw, when it reverts back to his human hand, the cut will still be there and take a normal amount of time to heal.
  
  
• Size Equivalency: Whatever limb he shifts his body into, it has to be of equivalent size and not too big or too small. If he were to eat a chicken foot, it would replicate on his body the exact size of a regular chicken foot. The same if he were to absorb an elephant’s leg. It would simply be too big.
  
  
• Bloodlust: Because there is so much animal genetic material running through his body, Vicente has a hard time keeping himself more humanly minded. This means that Vicente suffers from a short temper, and can be extremely savage and animal-like when he is forced to that point. He struggles to keep himself under control, but there are times where he escapes himself.
  

Power Growth: (05/05/2012)
Proportional Shifts: Whatever animal limbs Vicente has eaten, his body will automatically shift into them regardless of their size. Now if Vicente were to eat say, a mouse head, or a canary wing, instead of shifting his limbs into their original size of what he has consumed, his body will automatically shift them to a proportional size for someone of his height, weight, and muscle mass.

Strengths:

• Any Animals: Where before Vicente’s body was limited to the types of animals that he could consume (in order to have a shift of the equivalent size), now Vicente does not require these. He can conceivably consume any animal limb, not matter how large or small, and have his body automatically shift the limb to a proportional human size.

Weaknesses:

• Longer to Shift: Proportional shifts actually take longer than shifts of the equivalent size. These shifts can take a minimum of two minutes to a maximum of five. These time limits vary because it depends on the original size of the limb he has eaten and how big it needs to be in order to shift into a proportional size.
  
• Faster to Burn: The burn time one these shifts are also very short. He can only maintain these shifts for about 8 minutes before his body is forced to return to his normal human form. He then has to wait about 30 minutes before he can shift into them again.
  
• Void Certain Functionalities: Though Vicente can take on the cosmetic appearance of many of his animal shifts, certain ones are simply not that functional. For example: wings, gills, etc., are simply there for cosmetic reasons but do not have the same working features as a bird or fish would be able to utilize them (i.e. no flying, no breathing underwater, etc.).

Fighting Style

Explanation: Vicente was trained by his father, a self-proclaimed Aztec warrior descendant. In doing this, he was trained to find and exploit weaknesses by any means necessary. He has a good eye trained to seek out what is exploitable in his opponents and he uses that at every opportunity. Also, because of his ability, he can resort to shifting and attacking anything that moves. Being an assassin, Vicente does know how to be stealthy when he needs to be but he will go to whatever means to get the job done.

Now when it comes to weapons, Vicente is an expert. His favorite is knife fighting which he learned from his father at a young age. He always carries a large bowie knife with him, one that was passed down to him. Other than that, he is proficient in handguns, rifles, and automated guns and has quite a collection of his own. But he is not equally trained in all these weapons. He tends to rely heavily on the knife and hand gun and leaves the rest to simply pointing and firing.

Pros for fighting style: Being an assassin, he is very good at what he does. He knows how to take opponents of all shapes and sizes down, and if he needs a distant touch, he knows how to use firearms and knives well.
Cons for fighting style:Even when outnumbered or out manned, Vicente will not back down from a fight so that can easily lead him to dangerous situations. And, while he may be an excellent fighter, take away his weapons and he will be at a disadvantage.

Faction Allegiance
The X-men/ The Order/ The Kabal/ Other/ Unaffiliated
Unaffiliated

History Of Your Character
Born and raised his entire life in Corpus Christi, Texas, Vicente at one point had a life that he truly enjoyed. Born to Angelica and Juan de la Sangre, Vicente was always raised to have pride and self-control in his life. His mother was a homemaker but his father was the well respected bar owner of the Rattlesnake Bar and Grill. But there was so much more to him, and Vicente was the only person who ever got to see it. On the outside Juan was just a stern man who loved his family fiercely and kept a clean bar. But underneath that, Juan was a prideful warrior. Claiming to be descended from Aztec warriors, Juan kept his body strong his entire life and trained in the arts of combat and killing, but all in the name of higher gods. When Vicente was ten he began to train him as well. They would be the hardest, yet the best times of his life.

At ten years of age, Vicente’s father began to show him the ropes. In a hidden basement underneath his establishment, he showed him the appropriate gods to pray to, how to keep his body tight and strong, as well as the weak points in any living creature. At first his father was tough, reprimanding him harshly whenever he made a mistake to saying absolutely nothing when he succeeded. They were the hardest days for Vicente, full of bloodied gashes, bruises and missing teeth, but it was his drive to not let his father down that kept him focused. In two short years, after pain and trails, his father, who usually struck him with a hickory switch in order to correct his posture, instead handed him a bowie knife.

By twelve years old, Vicente had practically memorized the major artery points in a human body, as well as some more areas which, when struck or severed, could disable a human. Where his father learned all this information, Vicente would never learn, but after two years of intense training, he really did not care. He learned, soaked up all the knowledge like a sponge and, unfortunately, was ready to put it to practice with his new bowie knife. But he quickly learned that practicing what has been taught was much harder in real life. During a bad altercation in his father’s bar, Vicente attempted to attack a man that threatened his father for watering down his drinks. The boy got a few cuts in, but he was quickly knocked unconscious due to a boot to the head. But, when he blacked out, the last image he saw was his father smiling approvingly.

The next night, Vicente was taken by his father to go on an outing. This would be his final test. He would commune with earth itself to see if he was really worthy to put all his teachings into practice. So, late and out in the wilderness, his test began. His father abandoned him in a part of the desert and was told only to “Follow the voice of the ground. If you find me, then you’re ready.”

For two days, he traveled, never stopping, never eating, never drinking, but always listening for any clues to lead him back to his father. On his last night, starving and suffering from a bone dry throat, he caught the glint of fire light and followed. Within moments he burst into the scene of his father’s camp. Juan, dressed in the traditional garb of an Aztec priest nodded approvingly at his son and slowly aided him to a seat near the fire. In front of him, he placed a ceremonial bowl with what looked like the severed head of a coyote. All that followed next was the word: “Eat.”

Too weak to fight back, full of too much pride to say no, maybe full of hallucinations, Vicente did as he was told. It was a bloody mess but Vicente did not stop until he had devoured every last bit of the “meal” that was placed before him. It was then that he discovered he was a mutant. Once he had devoured the coyote head to the best of his ability, a fervor, a madness overtook him. Unable to control his rage at being left alone in the wilderness, for being harshly treated for his training, Vicente finally snapped in anger. He stood to scream at his father, but instead, let out a long and piercing howl. Shocked by his own voice, Vicente collapsed back as he felt a burning pain stretch out underneath his skin. Unable to contain it, he screamed once more as he felt his skull cracking and reshaping itself. Fur sprouted out across his cheeks, his bloodied teeth elongated and his eyes momentarily went black before shifted to a golden hue.

It was agonizing, this transformation, but when it was finally done, he stood and watched the shocked and terrified face of his father. Vicente had never seen the man so scared. He was doubly shocked when the man bowed before Vicente, whispering over and over again that he was a devil, a witch, a shapeshifter from the old days. It was only then that he was presented with a mirror. Vicente peered in and saw that he indeed was monstrous: a human body, with a coyote’s head. It was only after he finished his initial panic and calmed that he was able to shift back. But that one night would be the start of his life down a very bloody road.

After that, his father trained him harder than ever. For years he and Vicente trained secretly, learning how to fight, how to use weapons, firearms, and how to seriously harm any human being. At the same time, Vicente learned about his newfound abilities. For years he tested and trained with him, never really being able to ease the pain but growing more accustomed to it. At the age of twenty, though, his training would suddenly be put to use.

His father, unable to keep payments on his failing bar, took a loan from a local crime family. Soon he was unable to pay for that and they came to collect. Late in the night, his father had his kneecaps broken, but that was all they got before Vicente jumped in and brutally slaughtered one of the enforcers. The other he barely let live so he could deliver a message to the family: “Hire me, leave my family alone. You see what I can do.”

His offer was accepted.

Leaving behind his family, bastardizing his father’s teachings, and becoming a truly lethal weapon, Vicente began his work as an enforcer, then as a cleaner (or hitman), for a cartel known only as Los Lobos de Noche. For years he learned the inside trade, protected shipments, collected funds and overall used his abilities and teaching with deadly accuracy. He quickly made a fearful name for himself as he continued his bloody work for years for the same vice pushing cartel. He was their family and there was nothing he could fear. Even when the mutant registration came around, Vicente feared nothing. The government did not touch his new family and nobody would rat him out. So for years his used his powers without fear, remaining in the shadows and leaving only corpses in his wake.

But in 2010, his life would change yet again though.

The government, growing tired of the Los Lobos de Noche fearless reign, finally decided to step in. On October 31, 2010, FBI agents in conjunction with local law enforcement, raided and took down nearly every cell of the cartel’s organization throughout Texas. It sting was massive and extremely successful. Before Vicente knew it, his whole life and once again changed and he was left entirely alone. Unable to take the whole U.S. government on by himself, he fled.

For months he traveled in silence, making his way to the only place he felt he could regain some portion of his former life. In this place he would reestablish himself, and his particular “talents” for the sole purpose of once more reaching the top. New York City was his goal and on his way, he took from only the strongest of animals in order to make himself strong once more. He would leave New York a bloody mess.

Unfortunately Vicente has absolutely no knowledge of his past. He doesn’t know anything except for some basic fighting skills and his first name. Other than that, everything else is foggy. In New York he will suffer from cases of déjà vu, where people, places, and things will all look and sound familiar but other than that, he really won’t know anything about the type of person that he is or where he is from.

Roleplay
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Sample RP:
Edgar Buscamente ran with all his might. His large, round, ample frame jiggled furiously with each footfall and was quickly followed by a sharp wheeze of breath. The man, a notorious dealer in stolen goods, a man who usually feared nothing, who always had bodyguards and even paraded himself in front of police officers, was now alone and running with a whimper on his lips. He still could not believe what was happening. The deal was supposed to have gone down so smoothly! He was assured it was!

While at a late night dinner with his future client, he was greeted with a disturbing sight. Placed before him by a terrified waiter was a plate that held…well…what could only be identified as either the remains of some human organ, attached with the nametag of his top security guard. What happened next even he could not make clear. The sudden darkness that comes with lights shutting off, the grimacing shouts of his security men being killed, even the splatter of remains splattering on his face. It was hell. It was only when he spied the crack of light from the door leading outside that Edgar ran for all he was worth. Behind him, all he heard was the roar of a lion.

That was why the man ran so hard and fast now. In the dim lights of the alley, he could see the splattering on his cheap suit and greasy skin was indeed red, indeed sticky, and therefore, could only be blood. He wanted the retch. Whether it be a combination of running so hard or the fear from what he had just witness, he did not know. But it was too much for his body to handle anymore. Stumbling against a slimy brick wall, Edgar suddenly threw himself half into a garbage can and released all the contents of his stomach. The foul smell alone was what forced him to pull back and clutch his chest to regain his senses.

“G-God…I’m screwed. I…I’m…they’re gunna blame me! They’re gunna hunt me down!”

“They already are,” a voice suddenly broke into the scene.

Edgar squeaked like a rat as he suddenly bolted up and pressed himself against the wall. The ooze from the slick bricks seeped into the back of his suit. Tears stung his eyes, his voice choked his throat and his wheezing breathing was getting hard to choke into his restricted lungs.

As he peered from side to side, he suddenly noticed a silhouette standing down the alley. It was that of a man, tall, with wild stringy hair. He could not see his face but his frame was imposing and though his hands were empty, Edgar could feel the aura of intimidation and fear that crackled with each and every single one of his footsteps. It was almost like listening to a walking, angry thunderstorm in the shape of man.

In his gravel-like, heavily accented voice the man spoke again.

“And don’t call me God.”

A stream of urine suddenly flowed down his leg, and Edgar ground his teeth as he yelled out, trying to make himself disappear against the wall.

“Please! I’m innocent! W-Whatever they’re paying you, I can pay double!” Edgar blubbered, “Triple!”

There was a flash of reflected light, the sound of whirling through the air, and then a sudden pain sharp pain in one of his hands. Edgar screamed as he looked down and noticed that there was shiny, steel knife now embedded through his hand. Shakily he attempted to grip the blade and pull it out, but another hand suddenly seized Edgar by the collar and shoved him hard against the wall.

In a panic he looked up to see the man, the savage creature of a man that stood before him. He looked so eerily calm. That was the most disturbing about him. His deep, brown eyes showed no sign of forgiveness, of compassion, of any real emotion other than bloodlust. His black hair waved briefly in a cool breeze that swept through the alley and his mustache very slowly curled into a sadistic smile. He was no man, merely a monster.

“P-Please…” Edgar squeaked.

“Ssshhh…” Vicente whispered as he leaned back.

Suddenly, before Edgar eyes, the killer’s face began to change. Edgar squealed like a frightened piglet as the whole head began to shift and change. Teeth grew into sharp canines, eyes turned a predatory golden, even his skin began to grow a fine coat of wheat colored fur as his mouth elongated. Edgar struggled in his grip but within moments, fear paralyzed him completely. The killer shrieked in pain but that quickly became a roar. In what seemed like an eternity, Edgar found himself staring into the feral face of a lion with a man’s body. Growling deeply, the lion’s head licked his yellowed fangs and snarled.

“W-What…What are–?”

The city beyond would only hear another roar as it erupted from the darkness of the alley and that was quickly followed by a muffled scream. Only a few remains of Edgar Buscamente would ever be found in that alley by the police in the morning. Another target down, another bundle of cash earned.