Name: Cesare S. Luciani
Nickname: Luci, Sor
Weapon Name: Espada del Inquisitor
Age: 968 (Looks 27)
Gender: Male
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Physical Information
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Description: He seems to be wearing a Templar knight like armor. Considering he has a strong belief in "Dios". He does remove his armor and wear simple clothing, usually just a suit in black and white, with a tie. a Semi-casual attire. He does indeed have a scuffy facial hair going.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 205 Lbs
Eye color: Dark Orange
Defining Marks: Glowing Eyes, Spain accent
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Abilities
Espada del Inquisitor's
Abilities
(Note: These moves work for the Owner/User)
- Carga del Caballo: a Charge attack to create critical damage. Running at such a fast pace until a hit on the target. (Cooldown: 10 Posts, Ability Duration: 5 posts)
- El Campeador: a Recovery from battle, his battle senses tend to heighten and will possibly fall unconscious after being used up at a time period. (Cooldown: 5 Posts, Ability Duration: 2 Posts)
- el Talon de Aquiles: Sharpening up on his stabbing, now going ahead to impale/stab more. He tends to be more quicker in a stab rather than a slash. (Cooldown: 3 Posts, Ability Duration: 1 Post)
- Arte de Ataque de El Cid: a Sudden burst of Speed and Agility going towards the hands and feet, starting to make a faster movement of the person. (Cooldown: 15 Posts, Ability Duration: 10 Posts)
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Mental State
Personality: Cesare is a Not-So-Nice, considering he's a quite shady person at first, considering he is a person who judges someone of their Character. Once Cesare gets to know the person, he tends to be more nice. But he tends to be quiet and speaks more of wise things.
Mentality: He has a strong sense of "Dios", since he believes that certain trust. Nonetheless he is quiet and whenever he has any problems, he tries to break things down so he can comprehend things he might try to understand. Despite that he's sane to understand and talk to others. In battle he tends to strike true and with righteousness, he knows when it's a bad cause to strike.
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History
Cesare Luciani having fascination from the 'La Verdadera Destreza', basically the True Art of Skill, for the Swords. Having to exist back in Castilla. He has learned and derived from learning a lot until the generations moved on which now his body and soul remains intact, but as he lives by the Sword, he became a weapon of his own.
Living down this, it has improved himself as a person, and made it more of a philosophical and moral ideal with intelligence as he did. He simply had the ideal of the fighting it's not about how you can over-power someone but how you can do it a certain way without getting yourself hurt as much. But that was all in his dream world as he awakened from his sleep and in a thought, "Egh..great..It was all just a dream..AGAIN!" he rose from his bed, visibly upset. He went to do his morning personal things and getting dressed, eating breakfast. Finishing up and all, having that certain thought, "Why would anyone want someone as old as I to be something. Meh. I'm not even..that..disappointed..," Cesare said and now keeping himself in thought.
Sample Rp
As Cesare was walking along the side walk in town, an Anonymous person grabbing him and pulling him in the alley, holding a knife towards him with 2 other Muggers. "Alright, all your cash right here!" one of the Muggers said, the chuckled when they assumed that he was going to do what they asked. "Oh I see. the Wicked I see will be how do you say...SHOWN TO RIGHTEOUSNESS!" Cesare growled at the mugger and grabbing his wrist and getting him into a Joint lock and throwing him towards a Mugger, he taken a haymaker to the face but continued to fight. He took a few steps and disarming the Mugger with the knife, and now going to use it as his Sword. "Buena Suerte, bandidos!" he cried out at them, having to them scared them off and continuing in what he was doing. Wandering his mind to see what he was going to do next.