Revere Alexander von Helios [DONE]

Name↔ Revere Alexander Von Helios
Gender↔ Male
b]Apparent Age[/b]↔ Appears to be around the age of twenty-five, and in all actuality is the age twenty-six.
Birthday↔ December 21st
Sexuality↔ Heterosexual
Special Characteristics:↔ N/A

Personality↔ Some would stake that Revere is the kind of man who has a flip-floppity, like a pancake, sort of personality. Once people have come and approached the man for their first time, the different array of emotions that he could display at that time is as vast as the color spectrum. Every encounter was new; each interaction was unique in their own, special way just like Revere was as a person. One common emotion that he will show to a multitude of many people is that of not caring or not emotion at all, but a complete lack thereof. He’s not the type of gentleman that will stick his hand out for another without expecting something in return like most of the sleaze bags that exist in the world. He also does not assume that the population of the world would come to a feeling of mutual trust for a man who kills others for a profession.

Like a leaf on the wind, Revere grows no bonds to the places or people he visits. For deep down he knows, by truth, that his occupation brings forth a wave of destruction for his existence. One who kills shall not live a peaceful life for once the blood of his target is spilt, his blood is spit upon on the families of the deceased. No one person, organization, or governments have discovered his whereabouts after the assassination is finalized. Just like a leaf on the wind…he traffics on to the grooves of the world, the energy of the mother planet providing him his path, even if that pathway is shrouded by darkness and lead by crimson trails.

When a connection is made, either through spilled tears or friendly trails crossing, Revere finds himself lost in limbo. A position that a man has never felt before causes terror, rises deep curdling fears from the inner soul. Thrown into complicated platter of emotional struggles he will a lot of the time finding he overly attached, possessive and obsessed with this object of affection. Times of dire need are what can break the chains of oppressive sentiments and even if needed be, their deaths a necessary sacrifice for Revere to continue his creative and beautiful work across the lands. Dark, cold, emotionless is the way of a killer. Detached from what materialistic world is what the perfect cutthroat needs to indulge his body, mind, and soul into. Like a baby baptized into the holy water of God, a dispatcher is baptized in a river of blood.

Likes♥

♥ Assassinating: When the planets align and the blood spills to the floor, the sounds of an agonizing target wishing to stay alive is like a sweet, sweet symphony to Revere's ears. Nothing is more sweet than watching them squirm under the heel of his boot like his brother had done to him once before.

♥ Reading: When Revere is not slicing the throats of whoever was destined to die today, you can usually find him enjoying a nice book in his room, reading more about this or that. He typically enjoys adventure books that venture into the world of certain individuals who excel at one thing in particular and fulfill their life's goals by utilizing that one trait. Those stories provide a certain ambition, motivation, giving Revere a want to do something more.

♥ Fighting in Unconventional Ways: People have this mental vision that when two figures fight, the fight must be honorable and unique. Cheating, unfair fighting, and many other things in these 'gentleman fights' or forbidden or at least frowned upon. This was not that way Revere has learned to fight, he grew up killing from the darkness, and he has embraced that life ever since.

Dislikes✖

✖ Being Caught: Though this has only come up once or twice in his lifetime, Revere has learned that whenever he has gotten close to being caught it causes this turmoil inside his stomach. His head will begin feeling light and nausea sets in soon after. This feeling he hates, extremely dislikes, and would do anything to avoid feeling it again.

✖ Prideful Individuals: Nothing is as bad as being caught by the authorities, but one subject that gets close to it would be those who indulge themselves in prideful actions. Those who know they are better than everyone and flaunt it in the faces of the population Revere instantly grows hatred for them, wanting their blood to flow into the streets of Mother Gaia.

✖ Uninformed of the Escape Routes: When Revere goes into an assassination he wants to know how to get out. A small, innate ability is that when he walks into a building he will automatically know where the exits are in case he needs to make a quick escape. If he doesn't, well, he freaks. Unable to know how to leave generates the same feeling as being caught by someone, which he dislikes tremendously.

Height↔ 5"11'
Weight↔ 145lb.
Hair Color↔ Green
Eye Color↔ Dull brown
Others:↔ N/A
General Apperance:↔ One of the most obvious traits of Revere presence is the blatant fact that his hair is the color of the grass, as the leaves on the trees, or the color of the freshest sour apples from the countryside. This color has become as well known as the Grim Reaper’s cowl as an omen of death and when the targets of the blood hunt take a glimpse of the distinguished hair, they tremble in fear. The eyes of an emotionless scorn pierce through the most hardest of wills and the color black ingraining into the mind of those who witness the act of God. When roaming the shadows of the streets and alleyways, Revere blends in like he was born into the darkness, that his body forms with the blackness that is the world. This is because of the long, black overcoat that covers his entire form. Along that is a pair of dark colored pants and shoes to match, all covering a white undercoat that keeps his body both protected and warm in the colder parts of Mother Gaia. His gear can be found in a small bag located underneath the overcoat, on the left leg.



Guild: The Invisible Hand
Guild Tattoo: The Invisible Hand tattoo is located on the face with the thumb beginning at the point about the middle of Revere’s cheek, spread across the mouth, nose, eyes, with the pinky’s point ending above the right eye.
Rank: C



History↔ As the youngest child of five others Revere was the one who was ignored and thrown aside while suffering in the shadows of his betters. It was mostly that of his older brother, Vardakas that excelled beyond a normal human’s boundaries. The overlapping shadow covered Revere’s life like an ant being smothered underneath the heel of hatred, suffocation and phobias of being closed in under the weight of satisfaction drove the young boy mad. The definition of a lunatic was not enough to describe just how terrible his mind fell off the edge of society, creating a dark void inside his heart and body, generating a monster of a child. At the age of ten, Revere decided to make his own fate and push past being chained to the everlasting darkness that is his brother’s accomplishments. Instead he manipulated, used the shadows to his advantage and struck from behind. In one swell swoop he held the life of his brother in his grasp and took it away.

On the run…the cold weather nipping at the hair on his neck, frostbitten nose and tips of fingers, a hell if Revere had ever thought that a place like that even existed. He chose a life of solitude over one of being surrounded by hopelessness. Instead, he chose to embrace what was given to him, his birthrights. Now that he was on the run he knew that living on the road could end with his demise. The snow…falling silently the night he escaped the destiny, the destiny that he instead of accepting, threw back in the god’s faces.

Before Death’s chilly embrace swept Revere off his feet and into his arms he was rescued by a man who at first presented no name or identification, but offered a new way of life. One that advocated completing, not learning. By harnessing the failure from past mistakes it would forge you like a finely tempered sword, each strike by the hammer molding you into a sharper, more resilient person. Revere took what was taught to him and absorbed it like a fresh sponge. Being so young, the lessons that the man brought before Revere’s mind was taken in so quickly and put into practice so fast it impressed the mysterious man. However soon the lessons evolved to something more, something beyond just simple survival, as Revere revealed the secrets of his world to the man, the man saw something more out of this child. It was time to evolve the human body and mind…

At the age of eleven Revere was taken far away, a place to the far north that was so distant from civilization that living in the wildness forced you to learn to survive off the land. Though Revere and the man were both informed vastly of survival techniques the cold weather brought discomfort and disgust to the both of them. It was the man’s idea to venture out into the wild, to find the source of power that he wished to present to Revere. He had sensed that there was such potential and possibilities with the child that he needed to learn something more than fancy knife moves and stealthy approaches to the world. Here, Revere would be trained by another man for years in the art of Magic. To be specific, the art of Airspace, an ancient and powerful magic that was considered deadly in the all aspects. By the age of eighteen the man returned to take Revere home and too a new life. This life involved working with an organization where they would complete jobs and gain currency. With his new, powerful magic…the Guildmaster took Revere under his wing and used him as a tool of war. A tool of assassination, a political weapon, the ending of those who are corrupted, that is what Revere became.

Unknown to the Guildmaster however, Revere was already manipulated by the mysterious man who had saved his life those many years and chaos was soon to spread throughout the Guild like a wildfire. Sometime after the man gathered enough support behind the curtains, Revere brought the final piece of the play together and slayed the Guildmaster where he stood. This caused the higher ranking mages of this dark guild to fight amongst themselves and, pushed by a little ‘ambitious’ motives, killed each other. The mysterious man was the last to be standing with his small group of insurgents. Completing the task they set out to accomplish they disappeared, wandering the world once more.

Once the Invisible Hand was formed Revere was chosen as the ‘Left Hand Man’, the enforcer and assassin of their group, and the Guildmaster when seeking counsel would typically join his company. People are afraid of the assassin and the deadly look he gives to those who seek death. The trail of crimson will continue to guide Revere till the end of days.

Face Claim↔ Tonou Tamekaze - Naruto Eledia

The first problem I see is your likes/dislikes. You need at least one full sentence of explanations about WHY he likes/dislikes/fears/and is motivated by those things; and please put them into LIST format over paragraph.

I have updated it. I thought there would be no problem with the fact I used the spoiler tag instead of the list because it makes it the same format either way, but spoiler hides them and makes it a little more organized and it looks better.