Wait a minute. My eyes aren't gonna be gouged out, are they? I'm rather fond of them.

Name: Vin

Loadout: Snarbolax Coat, Grey Feather Cowl, Barbarous Thorn Blade, Secondary N/A

Personality: A murderer in Knight's armor who specializes in quick, painless, and efficient deaths. He has an amiable aura around him, always making good conversation with others. However, in missions, he rips off this mask and retrogresses into a cold, calculated strategist. He dislikes unnecessary brutality, and thus condemns certain weapons deemed "brutish" and "crude" in his eyes (particularly the Magnus and Troika lines). Although he does literally enjoy the art of war, he is wary and calculative, unlike most people of the same cloth.

Bio: He was originally part of the clearing squads when storming Firestorm Citadel, and went on with Desna's Rangers for more missions for "the thrill of the kill". He was born on Isora, and was a stowaway on-board the Skylark. There, the soldiers managed to raise him until adolescence, which at that point he became independent. He liked to discuss about strategies in war, which was initially queer for a young age, but was then praised by his peers for it. When the ship crashed into Cradle, he was among the earliest to exit from his capsule, and helped established the Rescue Camp. From there, he crossed the Chasm, etc. It wasn't until he had visited his first Shadow Lair did he suddenly cease socialization, and then withdrew from normal interactions entirely. He could only be contacted via appointments or private messaging. Some claim he had become obsessed with his own Machiavellian mind, others claimed he was scarred while travelling through the Unknown Passage. However, the incident has only become the subject of rumors after a month or two.

Notable differences to the average militant: Some of his squadmates contemplate on his uncanny inability to die. Slashes, swipes, and shots seem to pass harmlessly through air, and hits that do land seem to do little to no damage to him. He is also noted for his impossibly fast acrobatics that allow him to run on 70+ degrees surfaces for over 10 metres, vault over gates, hang on cliffs, etc. He is also known to possess an ancient text titled "The Prince" by an author of a now-deceased nationality.

Yup, this is just me writing crap compared to your works. Oh well...

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Two figures faced each other in a room. One was a girl in Cobalt, her right arm eviscerated into ribbons. The other was a man clad in grey shadows, his complexion masked by a hood. His rapier was still hanging in his belt, no blood was dripping from its slim, scarlet, point.

"Mother of Vog, the Enforcers overdid it today, huh?" the man spoke, obviously amused. He chuckled, and then squatted down to her eye level.

The girl was silent. Her ultramarine eyes dulled to a near-grey.

"You know, I am absolutely disgusted by the way these officers work now. Nothing but brutes that aim and fire on instinct. Not even the Interrogators have as much precision and civility as I. They lug those putrid excuses for guns around, just waiting for the day to off another random delinquent. But I? No, I make my business simple. I don't need to mutilate. I can extract every last bit of information without shedding a single drop of blood. Now, I know I seem very prideful, but it is true. We both know that."

The only response he received was the quite breaths of the girl. Her glazed eyes stared through him, into some subconscious utopia, no doubt. The man sighed, and procured a pill seemingly from the shadows themselves. He pushed it gently into her mouth with his thumb. She swallowed on instinct. Her arm, formerly a pile of flesh, miraculously regenerated. Her eyes brightened up a bit, and her breathing hinted a little more vitality.

"We're both here for a reason. I'm supposed to pull some crap out of your head, but I already know everything."

"E-everything?" the girl, barely audible, inquired.

"Charged for high treason, wanted as armed and dangerous. Obviously some idiot tried to frame you. They weren't very clean with it."

"B-but h-how did you know?" she replied.

"Can't hear you. Need water?"

The girl nodded, and so the man procured a canteen. She drunk from it like a beast, and only when she had finished the whole container did she stop.

"So you were saying?"

"How did you know?"

"I instigated this."

The girl scoffed at this. Surely, she thought, he must be lying. He wouldn't say that in front of the feed, would he?

"You doubt it. I would understand. And your doubt is true, to an extent. I was planning a con a Knight I didn't like. He should've been better off in a mental ward. His loud mouth would've been put to use there. Anyhow, you're pretty much free to go. I have no use for you anymore," the man said, opening the door.

She scoffed again, shocked by the recent turn of events. She was immediately escorted out of the station.

"Alright, now for office 2E-A, home of Enforcer Ruben. Already have all my evidence," the man chided to himself. He put on a devilish grin as he walked through the halls. Five floors up, sixteen feet forward, eight feet left, and the door was in view. The man rapped the door with three hard punches.

"Who is it?!" a muffle voice replied, obviously pissed off to hell.

"You are to be taken into custody for assaulting a civilian," the man replied smoothly and seriously.

"The fu(complete with two letters)?! That's bull!"

"I already have the warrant~" the man taunted, standing away from the doorway. They both knew he was lying.

The door was blown off its hinges by a massive slug the size of a fist. Clicking noises could be heard as the man inside reloaded.

"Warning, shots fired. Enforcer Ruben has gone rogue and is holed up in his office. Inquisitor Vin is already on scene. Proceed with extreme prejudice and shoot on sight," the man reported into his mic. He grinned and pulled out his thin blade.

"I'm going to blow you to hell, freak!" the man inside shouted. Grunts of frustration could be heard inside as the man tried to talk into his comm unit, but to no avail.

Already stole the batteries, Vin thought. He popped out and flung a storm of thorns at the Enforcer, who had already kicked his desk over for cover. Ruben returned with two slugs in the general direction of the door. This continued for two minutes, until another Enforcer arrived in the hallway. This one was armed with a Callahan, the Old Glory of all shotgun rain.

"Damn! This is already the fourth one this year!" the Enforcer outside grunted as he let loose a slug, breaking off a massive chunk of the desk.

"Don't shoot! He's lying!" Ruben cried out. However, his return fire contradicted his words.

One witness is all I need, Vin muttered under his breath. He swerved into the room, and ran towards the desk. Ruben heard the thuds and peeked up, only to be quickly impaled through the chest.

"No," Ruben uttered, before collapsing.

"We have to weed out the chaff from the real Enforcers," the Callahan wielder said, observing the sight. Thorns had practically embedded the whole room, save the area that the desk had covered. The door was nothing more than broken chunks of wood, and the door way itself was mottled with gaping bullet holes. Vin nodded at this, and faked a grimace before sheathing his blade again.

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Wondering what just happened? In this short, Vin is an Inquisitor in the Order, meaning that he specializes in interrogation. As the context stated, he is known for not killing the prisoner before receiving any answer. As there are only a few Inquisitors, he holds very high power. He harbors a secret agenda against the Enforcers, among others in the Order, and frequently creates a crime that only his targets can be accused of. He then uses his own power to gain clearance to kill them. What a jerk, ain't he?

I could create tens of different personas that are all Vin, it's just which one I like the most. :L

NOTE: This isn't really Vin, just an alternate him if he was for a villainous role.

Glab to see Trabias back on forums :P

I was imagining Vin to be a completely different character than the one you depicted, but he's still good nonetheless.

When I mean completely different, I meant:

-A complete gentleman and sportsman. More, tidy with his language.

-In battle, he just charges forward like a battering ram. Whatever is in his path is, well, kinda missing a vital organ somewhere.

but that ^ is just my rendition of him. ^-^

Can you at least say when you update? It's a pain in the butt to rev this again and again every now and then.

I like how this story is going

Bumpitty bump. This thread needs reviving.

@Vinny

Agreed.

/e weeps and manically laughs to shame in a corner :3 T^T :D:D:D:D:D:D

Just so everyone (by everyone, I mean my dedicated readers) knows, I've been adding stuff to this story, for you few dedicated readers out there.

Not to cull readership or anything, but I write most prolifically when I know I have readers out there. also, using steam account, yay.

I'm not intentionally trying to cull readership-my last hiatus was brought on by Warframe, and I added in a little afterwards post-sprite update to see who would notice. I'm honestly pretty unpredictable with when I start and stop my writing, which is probably the main reason I have very few readers-but I seem to write sufficiently enough to have devoted fans.

Sorry for this all, life and my OCD tends to interfere with my work.

Skill 2 makes him the most lethal, as mental combat is a rarely touched aspect on Cradle. This makes him dangerous to both ally and enemy when it gets into Upgrade 2, as he might not identify the right people as enemies...

Thus making the best plots changes with it.

Love that Warframe reference you made there. They're overpowered, IMO XD

As for an app;

Name: Disgaea

Appearance:
Outside Armor = He has a normal person's build, gray/almost clear eyes, and looks like he's in his twenties. He has white standing-upright hair.
Inside Armor = He wears a Chaos Hood(accessorized by a Maedate and Game Eyes with a moustache) and its respectful mantle, while having with him a Grey Owlite Shield. He uses various types of weapons, but favors using Storm, Cryo and Nova Drivers and a pair of Scissor Blades.

[See Personality first.]

Personality:

A quiet and intelligent loner with little friends. He does have his bright moments, taking responsibility and such into actions, but he seldom gets these timings. Also unlucky, yet he's actually humble, nice and proud, despite his bad luck.

Bio:

As he was a loner, he takes refuge in Moorcroft Manor, where he learned about knights being able to use magic and arcane(I might've been redundant) forces, and he got to using magic for himself. He got into the Order of his own hard work, and was assigned to do some investigating & research with the two respectable kats of the Manor, Pembrooke and Montague, on the different events that happen in the mansion. He joyously accepted the offer, as he used to listen to Montague's tales and Pembrooke's news each of his younger days.

Arrived in the Manor, he quickly approached Montague, and asked him some questions, but Montague suspiciously declined, and suggested Disgaea approach Konjuring Kat. The Kat only meowed, and Disgaea picked up the book on the floor, pages sprawled around. He collected some, and showed it to the Kat. The Kat suddenly disappeared, and Margrel replaced the kat. Dual wielding his two Drivers of Nova and Storm, he defeated Margrel, who transformed into a somewhat recolor of the Seraphynx. It was black and carried around the same, yet twisted skills of its inverse.

So Disgaea thought of keeping the kat, and it now reminds him that he's not the only unlucky person, or kat, but Margel, as he named it, stayed with him, both of them joyous, but also despair when unlucky things break out.

Skills(Margrel):(Note, all of these unluckily tire Margrel for some time, probably around 1.5 minutes...?)

*Chaos Ray(Twisted Disintegration Ray)
*Unlucky Death(Twisted Violent Heart Attack) - Fills monsters with cholesterol and by killing them, you gain 3 med hearts, or 2 Tier 2 Pills.
*Chaos Aura(Twisted Valkyrian Aura) - All enemies who touch these get 10 second curse.

Daisuke's ninja-style plus Quicksilver behaviour causes a stack of swiftness, and fatality to 'everyone' who he passes through, plus berserk.

School's got your tongue?

I have a really big feeling that my character from page 2 wont have a major role :(

Bump.

Again, another example to follow. Discontinued (temporarily?), but serves as a good model.