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Caesar Zeppeli ([personal profile] mylegacy) wrote2015-11-02 02:53 am

application ( ruby city )

PLAYER
Name: Anne
Age: 25
Personal Journal: [personal profile] trustme_imthe
E-mail: tavrosno@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: [plurk.com profile] porphyrogene

CHARACTER
Name: Caesar Zeppeli
Canon: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure ( Battle Tendency )
Age: 20
Timeline: Immediately post-death, end of episode 20
Items with character at canon point: His clothes, including MANY BLOODSTAINS and a pair of fingerless gloves full of soap solution. For fighting with. Yes.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: The main hooks for Giorno and Caesar respectively are: Dio, mafia junk, learning how to be a leader; & the Zeppeli family, Pillar Men, how much of a nerd Joseph Joestar is. Caesar knows nothing about mafia junk or leadership, and while he has some knowledge of Dio, Giorno already has several more informative sources available that he trusts and would go to with questions. On the other hand, Giorno doesn't know anything about Zeppelis, Pillar Men, or Joseph Joestar, and isn't the type to volunteer information without established trust anyway. The likelihood of them gaining tangential knowledge of each other is high, but the overlap will be slim, with Caesar most interested in Joseph's descendants and the complications of navigating the afterlife. If this information isn't detailed enough, feel free to hit me up with any concerns and I'm happy to edit!

Personality:

Caesar is largely motivated by his family. From a very young age, family has been central to his personality and his development. His previously-attentive father left the family with no word when Caesar was very young, and as a result, Caesar was left angry and resentful towards his absent father and largely responsible for his four siblings. However, he later found out that his father had left to fight the Pillar Men, ageless vampire monster bodyhorrors and the family's historic enemies, when his father saved him from a Pillar Man's trap at the cost of his own life. At this time, Caesar's resentment turned to a desire for vengeance for his father. His goal in training with Lisa Lisa and in tracking down the Pillar Men is to seek justice for his father and to live up to his family's legacy as Ripple users and defenders of the world against immortal vampire douchebags.

Beyond that, Caesar is a Cool Guy. Maybe Too Cool. He is cultured, dignified, and great with the ladies, and he clearly takes pride in all of these things, especially when he contrasts himself with people like Joseph Joestar, who barely knows which end of a fork to put in his mouth (- a Caesar's opinion). However, his pride is a prickly subject - he's willing to play a little dirty to show himself up as better than other people, such as when he calls Joseph out on cheating at cards when he is cheating himself. The way other people see him is a big deal to Caesar, even though he'd never admit it, and it stings when he's perceived as less than dedicated, or less in general.

None of which is to say he's a bad person. Prickly, yes, definitely, kind of an asshole sometimes, but when he wraps his head around the concept of friendship he can be pretty good at it. He's devoted to the people he cares about and respects, most notably his Hamon coach, Lisa Lisa, and implicitly his siblings. In the end, he gives his life for Joseph, for whom he's abandoned his disdain in place of deep respect. While generally an inflexible thinker, he feels in dramatic sweeps of emotion, hates with a passion but loves without limit, and is capable of great acts of sacrifice. Ultimately, he desires that his life have meaning beyond the limits of his own birth and death, and ultimately, he gets his wish.

Background: i swear to god it makes sense in context

Abilities:

Caesar is highly trained in physical combat and possesses excellent endurance, balance, and hand-to-hand combat experience. However, he also possesses magical bubble jutsu, known in this canon as Ripple (or Hamon). Ripple is a means of controlling one's breathing in order to access the power of the sun. Caesar specifically is able to use Ripple channeled through people or objects. His specialty is the use of Ripple-infused bubble attacks. (This is not a joke.) A complete list of his attacks can be found here.

Network/Actionspam Sample: i'm not completely sure that what i got on the moon are actually chicken eggs.

Prose Log Sample:
It's become a stupid habit since he arrived a few weeks ago to make his way into the woods in the early evening, when light is beginning to fade from the sky. He does this based on where the sun is in the sky, not on the time displayed by the clock tower, which means in practice that he's setting out earlier and earlier every day, making his trip more and more conspicuous.

On some level, he doesn't want anyone to know where he's going. On another level, he wants everyone to know. On a third, he simply doesn't care either way. What does it matter if he adopts a few strange mannerisms? The point is that there are too many things about this city that remind him of home, of what his world was like in the space between birth and age ten, between ten and eighteen, and then between rebirth and death, and for one hour each day he wants to be somewhere else.

So he simply removes himself. He takes a jar of honey into the woods and sits under a tree with his head leaned back against the trunk, watching the sky go dark through the canopy while, ever so slowly, they come to eat.

The nice thing about the fairies is that there's nothing at all in the world he knew to compare them to. The closest he can get - when he tries at all, which is rarely - is that they remind him of his bubbles, in the way they move through the air and in their deceptive strength, in the danger of them that no one expects until it's too late. You could catch one in your hands if you wanted to, but it would eat its way out between your fingers, gnaw through your palm, and fly away, and you'd be left dazed both by the pain and by its beauty.

He appreciates that. Things that aren't dangerous until they're ripping your throat out. It's a viciously satisfying concept, and lately viciousness is the easiest thing for him to feel.

So he brings them honey every day, and they eat it all, bickering in quiet, high voices as they balance on the rim of the jar, gesturing with sticky fingers. Sometimes, once they've quieted down, he speaks to them in Italian, all low rhythm and rolling vowels, and they look at him and occasionally mimic his sounds, though never very well. It makes him smile, which is fucking novel at this point.

Once, when he was dozing against the trunk after a long night and day of not sleeping, he saw something out of the corner of his eye, felt a light pressure on his shoulder. But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing there. He wonders still if one of them chose to rest on him, to watch him, what its intentions were and whether it might do that again.

But it doesn't matter. He probably just imagined it. So coping becomes habit, and habit becomes ritual, and ritual becomes something very close to obsession, and he survives. More or less.