VITERI, soren
Feb 23, 2014 3:27:54 GMT
Post by Soren Viteri on Feb 23, 2014 3:27:54 GMT
THIRTY-TWO
MALE
CLOSTED
HUMAN
TEAM ROCKET
BOSS
SÖREN NAZZARENO VITERI
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SURFACEFEATURES
soren is strikes fear into everyone he meets. a dark aura hangs over him along with a glare that could melt mountains if he stared long enough, or so the rumors go. standing at six feet even, soren is quite tall, taking more after his mother's side than his father's. in fact, most of his appearance resembles his late great grandfather. tall and menacing with a strong build and lightly tanned skin, sun kissed from spending many long days under the sun (actually, he likes to train when it's cloudy out). if you ever see him without a shirt on, you will see the countless number of scars scattered across his torso from training sessions, missions gone wrong, etc. cold blue eyes seem to be formed in an eternal glare that throws daggers at everyone and everything he looks at, yet behind that glare is a sea of uncertainty and various other emotions that he would never dare to show in front of anyone or anything. short blond hair falls down to his ears and slightly past, the bangs falling into his eyes late at night, after a shower. during the day, however, he keeps his hair slicked back with gel. it bothers him to have hair in his eyes when he works, or so he says.
to soren, clothing can easily define a person, and he does not want his clothing to say anything demeaning. he can usually be found wearing the old team rocket war uniform that his father gave him to when he 'ascended the throne'. to call it an actual war uniform would be a lie considering it is just a replica made a few decades back. when he is not wearing this uniform, he wears suits in his office, during meetings, etc. for training, he wears cargo shorts and a white or black sleeveless shirt. let's not forget the boots. whenever it is late at night and he is certain he will not be disturbed... he walks around in his boxers. plain and simple. what? he doesn't expect anyone to walk in on him at night. everyone should know better than that.
FACE CLAIM: germany; hetalia
to soren, clothing can easily define a person, and he does not want his clothing to say anything demeaning. he can usually be found wearing the old team rocket war uniform that his father gave him to when he 'ascended the throne'. to call it an actual war uniform would be a lie considering it is just a replica made a few decades back. when he is not wearing this uniform, he wears suits in his office, during meetings, etc. for training, he wears cargo shorts and a white or black sleeveless shirt. let's not forget the boots. whenever it is late at night and he is certain he will not be disturbed... he walks around in his boxers. plain and simple. what? he doesn't expect anyone to walk in on him at night. everyone should know better than that.
FACE CLAIM: germany; hetalia
THEMASKTHEYWEAR
the first impression many get from soren is that he is nothing more than a harsh, almost dictatorial leader. this, in a sense, is quite true. he walks with his head held high and rarely holds any remorse for his actions. there are few times when he asks his elites for help decision making as he tends to do it all himself. he rarely works on impulses, taking his time to think over different plans before putting them into action. despite this, he is sometimes given barely any time to think. his more rushed plans tend to include killing anyone in the way and making a mess of the place before the cops arrive. as long as the mission is a success, he doesn't care much for the little details. grunts will be grunts, after all.
known to be ruthless, a failed mission does not go overlooked. punishment is always given, no matter how high in favor you are to the boss. said punishment has been given in a variety of ways, such as being pent up against his garchomp or even a personal beating from soren himself. either way, the one in trouble leaves knowing never to cross him or even think about coming back without the mission completed ever again. his anger is close to that of a gyarados, and he has a tendency to keep going until all the anger has been released. it takes a lot to calm him down, and, once he is calmed, he locks himself away in his office for the rest of the day to regain his composure.
cold, calculating, ruthless: that is what people see him as. it isn't his only side, however. no, it is just the front that has been created after so many long years of discipline, pleasing his father, and even betrayal. the soren that is rarely ever shown the light of day is more like a lost puppy than anything else. he has trust issues, looking at everyone as if they have a reason or plan to betray him. thoughts plague his mind each and every day as he watches over the 'empire' given to him by his father, thoughts of 'what if'. what if they rebel? what if the police finally catch up to us? what if i disappoint father? what if... finding a time in which his mind isn't racing with worry is like finding a needle in a haystack where the needle isn't even in there. it wears him down, making him easily aggravated at the smallest of things.
soren may seem like someone to abandon anyone under his rule or in his care in order to preserve himself. this is not the case, even with his distrust for pretty much everyone around him. his loyalty is stronger than most would think. it just doesn't show itself very often because soren is usually cooped up in his office, taking care of paperwork and running an international business. when he does find the time to head out onto the field, he makes sure that no casualties are made on team rocket's side. he may not trust the grunts to do the same, other than for the sake of money, but he does it regardless. to lose his men is to lose part of his organization. this is why he tends to pay off the police and news reporters, to keep them from taking from his 'empire'.
something that is never seen unless curtain circumstances apply is his softer, kinder side. to see him smile is rare, unless it's a dark smile or smirk that sends shivers down the spines of even his pokemon. the side of him that removes the air of superiority and the aura of a killer is the side that he really only shows his pokemon when he believes his is alone. this is especially shown towards his skarmory, murkrow, and joltik as the three pokemon are of... sentimental value. one could say he is overprotective of these pokemon, and they would be right. they rarely see battle, and he has been holding off on their training for a while now. the reasoning is explained in his history.
QUICK NOTES: knows english, italian, and german; tends to switch between the three depending on his mood.
known to be ruthless, a failed mission does not go overlooked. punishment is always given, no matter how high in favor you are to the boss. said punishment has been given in a variety of ways, such as being pent up against his garchomp or even a personal beating from soren himself. either way, the one in trouble leaves knowing never to cross him or even think about coming back without the mission completed ever again. his anger is close to that of a gyarados, and he has a tendency to keep going until all the anger has been released. it takes a lot to calm him down, and, once he is calmed, he locks himself away in his office for the rest of the day to regain his composure.
cold, calculating, ruthless: that is what people see him as. it isn't his only side, however. no, it is just the front that has been created after so many long years of discipline, pleasing his father, and even betrayal. the soren that is rarely ever shown the light of day is more like a lost puppy than anything else. he has trust issues, looking at everyone as if they have a reason or plan to betray him. thoughts plague his mind each and every day as he watches over the 'empire' given to him by his father, thoughts of 'what if'. what if they rebel? what if the police finally catch up to us? what if i disappoint father? what if... finding a time in which his mind isn't racing with worry is like finding a needle in a haystack where the needle isn't even in there. it wears him down, making him easily aggravated at the smallest of things.
soren may seem like someone to abandon anyone under his rule or in his care in order to preserve himself. this is not the case, even with his distrust for pretty much everyone around him. his loyalty is stronger than most would think. it just doesn't show itself very often because soren is usually cooped up in his office, taking care of paperwork and running an international business. when he does find the time to head out onto the field, he makes sure that no casualties are made on team rocket's side. he may not trust the grunts to do the same, other than for the sake of money, but he does it regardless. to lose his men is to lose part of his organization. this is why he tends to pay off the police and news reporters, to keep them from taking from his 'empire'.
something that is never seen unless curtain circumstances apply is his softer, kinder side. to see him smile is rare, unless it's a dark smile or smirk that sends shivers down the spines of even his pokemon. the side of him that removes the air of superiority and the aura of a killer is the side that he really only shows his pokemon when he believes his is alone. this is especially shown towards his skarmory, murkrow, and joltik as the three pokemon are of... sentimental value. one could say he is overprotective of these pokemon, and they would be right. they rarely see battle, and he has been holding off on their training for a while now. the reasoning is explained in his history.
QUICK NOTES: knows english, italian, and german; tends to switch between the three depending on his mood.
BACKGROUNDCHECK
FAMILY:
the viteri bloodline has ruled over team rocket for the past few generations. the viteri are known for arranging marriages between their successors and those they believe will produce the strongest young for the next generation or for money reasons. this was exactly the case with his father who was betrothed to a young german heiress who, despite being born into money and thought to be nothing more than the usual spoiled rich girl, was more of a handful than the viteri thought. however, it was because of how much trouble she caused that ulderico found some sort of interest in her. the two were soon wedded with ulderico at twenty-eight and mariele at twenty-one. not long after, their first child, a boy, soren, was born. the birth of an heir marked his father's ascension to the rank of leader, taking his own father's place. however, ulderico had to claim the throne for himself as his father was still too stubborn to give up his title. a little poison in his drink and a dead man later, nobody questioned his father as he took his place as the boss of team rocket.
his father allowed his mother to do what she pleased with the children while soren was young. he was spoiled as a toddler, and then he became a big brother at the age of four. his little brother, livio, was born on a cold winter night. he was a sickly child from the start, quickly shunned by his father, yet doted on by his mother and brother. soren quickly became protective of his little brother, taking the role of big brother to heart. livio seemed fine with soren's attention, and the younger brother followed him everywhere when he wasn't bedridden from illness. their mother was with them every step of the way, delighted that her boys got along so well. their father, however, was not pleased in the slightest. he found the youngest boy to be a nuisance. they didn't need another male child since they already had soren, who their father seemed set on making his successor. the first born son took more after his mother's side, making up more in physical strength than the past successors of the viteri bloodline. livio, however, took the short end of the genetic line: small and frail. his father's hostility towards the youngest boy only made soren want to protect him even more.
on the dawn of his tenth birthday, soren was given his first pokemon. this pokemon was not of their home region, kanto. no, this pokemon was from the sinnoh region. he was confused at first, giving his father a questioning gaze, but he dismissed it with a shrug of his shoulders. why should he complain when he was given a dragon type, of all types? dragon-ground, mind you, but he was pleased with it all the same. the gible, however, did not seemed to share the boy's excitement. days were spent chasing after the young dragon, trying to keep him from chewing on everything in sight. his mother told him he was being too soft on the dragon, saying that he couldn't treat it like he treated his brother. it was when his mother gave birth to his new sister soon after that he started to figure out how to 'tame the savage beast'. how did he figure it out, you ask? well, when a pokemon with sharp teeth tries to destroy the crib his sister was in, let's just say that big brother soren made a lot of people and pokemon alike cry. even his brother flinched under his gaze after the incident. he made his father proud, though, so that was a good thing... right?
the next month was spent trying to make his brother look at him again with the same warmth and happiness from before. it didn't take him too long. all he had to do was keep his brother from seeing that frightening side of him he had to use to keep the gible from harming his infant sister. the dragon, however, seemed to have found a new respect for the blond, so it wasn't like the dragon purposefully made soren's goal unreachable. it was quite the opposite, actually, as the gible tried to cuddle up next to livio and make it seem like the two were already buddy-buddy, something that made the young child nervous at first.
the years slowly passed them by, and his father started to appear more in their life. the man didn't seem to care much for his younger children. this was already certain with livio, but mariele was getting tired of having her children ignored by their father. she couldn't do anything, though, so she could only comfort her daughter who was not used to it yet. ulderico focused his attention on soren, planning out how he would train the boy in his mind. he took the boy out for training sessions that lasted from dawn until dusk, physically exhausting both soren and malte, the gible. his free time was spent sleeping. after a while, he grew distant from his siblings, focusing on making his father proud with the training. livio and maria did not approve of this at all, and they made a plan to win their brother back. the plan was very simple, and it only took one night to complete. all they had to do was wait until their brother collapsed in bed before crawling into bed with him. they kept doing this each and every night without fail, getting the desired contact with their brother even if everyone was asleep. soren never complained, and malte even joined in on several different occasions.
livio's tenth birthday was met with disappointment. they were expecting for him to be given a pokemon just like soren was on his tenth birthday, but their father seemed to have forgotten about the birthday. their mother was livid, storming off to the man's office to 'have a talk'. with their mother gone, soren took matters into his own hands. he led his brother out into the nearby forest, leaving their sister behind, promising he would take her out there on her tenth birthday. releasing malte from his pokeball, the three searched through the forest until livio pointed out a dark figure in the shadows of the trees. it was a murkrow. malte jumped into action before soren had the chance to speak with his brother, but the boy quickly took charge of the situation. he shouted out rapid fire commands to the gible, and the clumsy pokemon struggled to keep up with the flying pokemon. it took an hour for them to wear down the murkrow enough for capture. instead of doing this himself, however, soren handed the pokeball to livio, allowing him to throw it at the murkrow and claim his birthday present.
the boys returned home to a frantic mother and disgruntled father. apparently, maria didn't keep quiet like she was supposed to, and their mother started freaking out, spewing nonsense about how the forest was too dangerous for her 'babies'. soren could only grin cheekily as livio clutched the pokeball to his chest. show them, soren whispered to his brother, and the murkrow was released from its capsule. his mother calmed down only a bit, glad that soren had done what their father should have. said father, however, only stood up and left for his office. a few months passed before their little trio was split apart once more by his father. soren was now fifteen, and he was being sent off to the rocket academy.
his time at the academy started out being spent worrying over his siblings, the boy and girl his father passes off as nothing more than shadows. he couldn't allow himself to mope for too long, however, as a slight drop in performance brought the very man he feared to the academy. a lecture was given in front of the entire academy, and, while his father did not point him out of the crowd, he could feel the man's eyes and could tell that his words were directed at him. his picked up his game, making sure that he kept his grades up. during his final year at the academy, his brother suddenly arrived, the murkrow he had gotten him in tow. his father had sent his brother to the academy? soren started doing whatever he could to stay close to his brother, to make sure the nothing wrong happened while he was there. he even went as far as to try and keep himself in the academy longer so he could watch over his brother. nothing worked, and he graduated with the highest marks.
two years passed before he was given word that his brother had passed during a mock mission at the academy. he was riddled with grief, blaming himself, at first, for allowing his brother to stay there. withing a week, he was sent a package that contained three pokeballs: the murkrow his brother owned and two others, one a skarmory and the other a joltik, both owned by livio. soren broke down, locking himself in his room for three weeks before finally reemerging. he was went out on a mission the first moment his father saw him. grief turned into rage as he began to blame his father. it was the man who gave livio clearance to attend the academy. he knew the consequences. he took out his rage on the missions, completing all of them with the target bloodied, battered, and bruised with a couple of broken bones here or there before he took the target in. he was allowed to do whatever he wanted with the target as long as they were alive, so he took full advantage of that. it was on two of those missions that he attracted the attention of two feral pokemon: one known for its rage and the other known for inducing fear with just a howl and inflicting pain that never ends. the gyarados and houndoom were quick to join his team, and they were more than happy to help him release the rage within.
the years quickly passed him by. soren's heart hardened as he continued working under his father, despite wishing a horrible and painful death upon the man. he allowed himself to become the ideal heir to the 'throne' as he quickly climbed up the ranks of team rocket. as he neared the proper age, his father started looking for brides for him. it was, after all, tradition to betroth the viteri successor. nobody his father chose, however, was able to put up with soren for more than five minutes. in the end, the old man gave up on tradition, muttering about how someone would come along sooner or later who could handle him. his father stepped down from his position, and a large party--which consisted primarily of the higher ranks of team rocket and some business partners--was held in celebration of the new leader of team rocket. soren instantly became an ideal leader, one that his father thought he could still control from the sidelines. of course, soren was not going to play puppet anymore.
the viteri bloodline has ruled over team rocket for the past few generations. the viteri are known for arranging marriages between their successors and those they believe will produce the strongest young for the next generation or for money reasons. this was exactly the case with his father who was betrothed to a young german heiress who, despite being born into money and thought to be nothing more than the usual spoiled rich girl, was more of a handful than the viteri thought. however, it was because of how much trouble she caused that ulderico found some sort of interest in her. the two were soon wedded with ulderico at twenty-eight and mariele at twenty-one. not long after, their first child, a boy, soren, was born. the birth of an heir marked his father's ascension to the rank of leader, taking his own father's place. however, ulderico had to claim the throne for himself as his father was still too stubborn to give up his title. a little poison in his drink and a dead man later, nobody questioned his father as he took his place as the boss of team rocket.
his father allowed his mother to do what she pleased with the children while soren was young. he was spoiled as a toddler, and then he became a big brother at the age of four. his little brother, livio, was born on a cold winter night. he was a sickly child from the start, quickly shunned by his father, yet doted on by his mother and brother. soren quickly became protective of his little brother, taking the role of big brother to heart. livio seemed fine with soren's attention, and the younger brother followed him everywhere when he wasn't bedridden from illness. their mother was with them every step of the way, delighted that her boys got along so well. their father, however, was not pleased in the slightest. he found the youngest boy to be a nuisance. they didn't need another male child since they already had soren, who their father seemed set on making his successor. the first born son took more after his mother's side, making up more in physical strength than the past successors of the viteri bloodline. livio, however, took the short end of the genetic line: small and frail. his father's hostility towards the youngest boy only made soren want to protect him even more.
on the dawn of his tenth birthday, soren was given his first pokemon. this pokemon was not of their home region, kanto. no, this pokemon was from the sinnoh region. he was confused at first, giving his father a questioning gaze, but he dismissed it with a shrug of his shoulders. why should he complain when he was given a dragon type, of all types? dragon-ground, mind you, but he was pleased with it all the same. the gible, however, did not seemed to share the boy's excitement. days were spent chasing after the young dragon, trying to keep him from chewing on everything in sight. his mother told him he was being too soft on the dragon, saying that he couldn't treat it like he treated his brother. it was when his mother gave birth to his new sister soon after that he started to figure out how to 'tame the savage beast'. how did he figure it out, you ask? well, when a pokemon with sharp teeth tries to destroy the crib his sister was in, let's just say that big brother soren made a lot of people and pokemon alike cry. even his brother flinched under his gaze after the incident. he made his father proud, though, so that was a good thing... right?
the next month was spent trying to make his brother look at him again with the same warmth and happiness from before. it didn't take him too long. all he had to do was keep his brother from seeing that frightening side of him he had to use to keep the gible from harming his infant sister. the dragon, however, seemed to have found a new respect for the blond, so it wasn't like the dragon purposefully made soren's goal unreachable. it was quite the opposite, actually, as the gible tried to cuddle up next to livio and make it seem like the two were already buddy-buddy, something that made the young child nervous at first.
the years slowly passed them by, and his father started to appear more in their life. the man didn't seem to care much for his younger children. this was already certain with livio, but mariele was getting tired of having her children ignored by their father. she couldn't do anything, though, so she could only comfort her daughter who was not used to it yet. ulderico focused his attention on soren, planning out how he would train the boy in his mind. he took the boy out for training sessions that lasted from dawn until dusk, physically exhausting both soren and malte, the gible. his free time was spent sleeping. after a while, he grew distant from his siblings, focusing on making his father proud with the training. livio and maria did not approve of this at all, and they made a plan to win their brother back. the plan was very simple, and it only took one night to complete. all they had to do was wait until their brother collapsed in bed before crawling into bed with him. they kept doing this each and every night without fail, getting the desired contact with their brother even if everyone was asleep. soren never complained, and malte even joined in on several different occasions.
livio's tenth birthday was met with disappointment. they were expecting for him to be given a pokemon just like soren was on his tenth birthday, but their father seemed to have forgotten about the birthday. their mother was livid, storming off to the man's office to 'have a talk'. with their mother gone, soren took matters into his own hands. he led his brother out into the nearby forest, leaving their sister behind, promising he would take her out there on her tenth birthday. releasing malte from his pokeball, the three searched through the forest until livio pointed out a dark figure in the shadows of the trees. it was a murkrow. malte jumped into action before soren had the chance to speak with his brother, but the boy quickly took charge of the situation. he shouted out rapid fire commands to the gible, and the clumsy pokemon struggled to keep up with the flying pokemon. it took an hour for them to wear down the murkrow enough for capture. instead of doing this himself, however, soren handed the pokeball to livio, allowing him to throw it at the murkrow and claim his birthday present.
the boys returned home to a frantic mother and disgruntled father. apparently, maria didn't keep quiet like she was supposed to, and their mother started freaking out, spewing nonsense about how the forest was too dangerous for her 'babies'. soren could only grin cheekily as livio clutched the pokeball to his chest. show them, soren whispered to his brother, and the murkrow was released from its capsule. his mother calmed down only a bit, glad that soren had done what their father should have. said father, however, only stood up and left for his office. a few months passed before their little trio was split apart once more by his father. soren was now fifteen, and he was being sent off to the rocket academy.
his time at the academy started out being spent worrying over his siblings, the boy and girl his father passes off as nothing more than shadows. he couldn't allow himself to mope for too long, however, as a slight drop in performance brought the very man he feared to the academy. a lecture was given in front of the entire academy, and, while his father did not point him out of the crowd, he could feel the man's eyes and could tell that his words were directed at him. his picked up his game, making sure that he kept his grades up. during his final year at the academy, his brother suddenly arrived, the murkrow he had gotten him in tow. his father had sent his brother to the academy? soren started doing whatever he could to stay close to his brother, to make sure the nothing wrong happened while he was there. he even went as far as to try and keep himself in the academy longer so he could watch over his brother. nothing worked, and he graduated with the highest marks.
two years passed before he was given word that his brother had passed during a mock mission at the academy. he was riddled with grief, blaming himself, at first, for allowing his brother to stay there. withing a week, he was sent a package that contained three pokeballs: the murkrow his brother owned and two others, one a skarmory and the other a joltik, both owned by livio. soren broke down, locking himself in his room for three weeks before finally reemerging. he was went out on a mission the first moment his father saw him. grief turned into rage as he began to blame his father. it was the man who gave livio clearance to attend the academy. he knew the consequences. he took out his rage on the missions, completing all of them with the target bloodied, battered, and bruised with a couple of broken bones here or there before he took the target in. he was allowed to do whatever he wanted with the target as long as they were alive, so he took full advantage of that. it was on two of those missions that he attracted the attention of two feral pokemon: one known for its rage and the other known for inducing fear with just a howl and inflicting pain that never ends. the gyarados and houndoom were quick to join his team, and they were more than happy to help him release the rage within.
the years quickly passed him by. soren's heart hardened as he continued working under his father, despite wishing a horrible and painful death upon the man. he allowed himself to become the ideal heir to the 'throne' as he quickly climbed up the ranks of team rocket. as he neared the proper age, his father started looking for brides for him. it was, after all, tradition to betroth the viteri successor. nobody his father chose, however, was able to put up with soren for more than five minutes. in the end, the old man gave up on tradition, muttering about how someone would come along sooner or later who could handle him. his father stepped down from his position, and a large party--which consisted primarily of the higher ranks of team rocket and some business partners--was held in celebration of the new leader of team rocket. soren instantly became an ideal leader, one that his father thought he could still control from the sidelines. of course, soren was not going to play puppet anymore.
THEPOWERFULTEAM
NICKNAME: malte
SPECIES: garchomp
GENDER: male
TYPE: dragon - ground
LEVEL: fifty
ABILITY: sand veil
MOVES: dual chop, crunch, dragon claw, outrage
NICKNAME: urban
SPECIES: houndoom
GENDER: male
TYPE: fire - dark
LEVEL: thirty
ABILITY: flash fire
MOVES: fire fang, bite, roar, inferno
NICKNAME: lucius
SPECIES: gyarados
GENDER: male
TYPE: water - flying
LEVEL: thirty
ABILITY: moxie
MOVES: trash, twister, dragon rage, bite
NICKNAME: eisenvogel
SPECIES: skarmory
GENDER: female
TYPE: steel - flying
LEVEL: fifteen
ABILITY: sturdy
MOVES: agility, swift, peck, sky attack
NICKNAME: loreto
SPECIES: murkrow
GENDER: male
TYPE: flying - dark
LEVEL: fifteen
ABILITY: insomnia
MOVES: peck, feint attack, astonish, haze
NICKNAME: heiligtum
SPECIES: joltik
GENDER: male
TYPE: electric - bug
LEVEL: fifteen
ABILITY: swarm
MOVES: electroweb, screech, camouflage, spider web
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