Post by wilmer cook on May 25, 2015 22:18:20 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]wilmer cook
[attr="class","appc"]age 21
[attr="class","appc"]group magician
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation lieutenant colonel
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+ industrious, serious, honorable, humble, authoritative[break][break]
− selfish, dogmatic, arrogant, hypocritical, delusional[break][break]
wilmer's fourteen when he reads machiavelli's il principe in one sitting to practice his italian. he gulps the words down and spits them all back up, before the meat of the book, the ideas, can properly digest. machiavelli leaves no delible mark on a still moldable mind. if anything, wilmer learns he cares not at all for political schemes and machinations designed to grab personal glory. [break][break]
as an apprentice with talent beyond his years, his master recommends he enter the domestic bureau on his eighteenth birthday in a mid-ranked administrative position, prove his capabilities and rise in the ranks like a flaming phoenix after a few years. wilmer doesn't really listen, has started blocking everything out but that atmospheric ambition beyond earthly money and power and influence he's mantled himself with. he wants to move the world, to better it—move it backwards, restore it to a time before humans lived in fear of the monsters at their front door, the monsters beneath their feet. [break][break]
he chooses to work for the military instead. he'll build it bigger and stronger; they'll eliminate the monsters, and in increments reclaim the badlands for humanity. it's sentimentalism, a pipe dream—but wilmer's determination is a juggernaut. impossible to divert, impossible to halt. only submission to that noble goal.
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+ industrious, serious, honorable, humble, authoritative[break][break]
− selfish, dogmatic, arrogant, hypocritical, delusional[break][break]
wilmer's fourteen when he reads machiavelli's il principe in one sitting to practice his italian. he gulps the words down and spits them all back up, before the meat of the book, the ideas, can properly digest. machiavelli leaves no delible mark on a still moldable mind. if anything, wilmer learns he cares not at all for political schemes and machinations designed to grab personal glory. [break][break]
as an apprentice with talent beyond his years, his master recommends he enter the domestic bureau on his eighteenth birthday in a mid-ranked administrative position, prove his capabilities and rise in the ranks like a flaming phoenix after a few years. wilmer doesn't really listen, has started blocking everything out but that atmospheric ambition beyond earthly money and power and influence he's mantled himself with. he wants to move the world, to better it—move it backwards, restore it to a time before humans lived in fear of the monsters at their front door, the monsters beneath their feet. [break][break]
he chooses to work for the military instead. he'll build it bigger and stronger; they'll eliminate the monsters, and in increments reclaim the badlands for humanity. it's sentimentalism, a pipe dream—but wilmer's determination is a juggernaut. impossible to divert, impossible to halt. only submission to that noble goal.
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his chalk lines are clean, every incantation precise and deliberate and faultless. they have to be: one slip of the tongue and he's at the mercy of the demons he commands. they're sly, but wilmer is careful. there's power in his youth, in his physical frailty, a power that's iron-willed but insidious. his usage of magic reflects his demeanor—sober, potent, never showy or loud. [break][break]
wilmer isn't much of a fighter, despite carrying an artifact on him in the form of a gun. he relies on faelhaebun, constantly at his side on guard duty—and usha too when the situation calls for it—for the metaphorical heavy lifting in a combat situation.
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his chalk lines are clean, every incantation precise and deliberate and faultless. they have to be: one slip of the tongue and he's at the mercy of the demons he commands. they're sly, but wilmer is careful. there's power in his youth, in his physical frailty, a power that's iron-willed but insidious. his usage of magic reflects his demeanor—sober, potent, never showy or loud. [break][break]
wilmer isn't much of a fighter, despite carrying an artifact on him in the form of a gun. he relies on faelhaebun, constantly at his side on guard duty—and usha too when the situation calls for it—for the metaphorical heavy lifting in a combat situation.
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played by: pisces [break]
face claim: [b]aldnoah zero,[/b] [i]inaho kaizuka[/i] - wilmer cook
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played by: pisces [break]
face claim: [b]aldnoah zero,[/b] [i]inaho kaizuka[/i] - wilmer cook
