Name: Alfred Vint "Alvin" Svent | Champion/SHSL B.F.L., Former Informer, Unconvicted, Beyond a Treasonable Doubt Age: 26 | Species: Human | Occupation: Mercenary Likes: Roguish fashion, cities, peach pie, the ladies Dislikes: Responsibility, consequences, weird food like "soda rice" Traits: Juvenile, smarmy, remorseful Trivia: Alvin's coat was a birthday gift from his uncle, who died in an incident involving experimental spyrix.
[Well, ain't that the most flattering profile you've ever seen? Alvin himself seems pretty put-out about it, though he tries to laugh off the harsher descriptions. "Smarmy." Yikes. Some gamemaker sure woke up on the wrong side of the murderbed, huh? He'd go with "charming," personally.
For all the slander about his personality, Alvin's trying his best for his fellow captives... maybe? He slips quickly into a big brother role, if a sometimes hapless and inappropriate one, attempting to lighten the mood with bad jokes, innuendo, and make-your-own-fun projects around their prison. Kids bring out a bit of a protective streak, too, so he's not a total failure of an adult all the time.
He goes grim-faced and flat in an investigation, though the gallows humor continues to raise its untimely head. Still, he manages to hold his own and contribute. These aren't his first grisly deaths, after all. And when he's inevitably pressed about his past in high-stakes situations, he comes clean about the dirty deeds he's done: triple-crossings, espionage, murder, and manipulation, just to name a few of his sins. If he's willing to confess to international (inter-world?) terrorism for the sake of the group, maybe he's not totally unreliable.
But motives that promise mistakes undone or revival of the dead really, visibly get to him. Given everything, is this re-re-re-re-turncoat a man you'd trust with your life?]
Alvin Svent | Tales of Xillia
Age: 26 | Species: Human | Occupation: Mercenary
Likes: Roguish fashion, cities, peach pie, the ladies
Dislikes: Responsibility, consequences, weird food like "soda rice"
Traits: Juvenile, smarmy, remorseful
Trivia: Alvin's coat was a birthday gift from his uncle, who died in an incident involving experimental spyrix.
[Well, ain't that the most flattering profile you've ever seen? Alvin himself seems pretty put-out about it, though he tries to laugh off the harsher descriptions. "Smarmy." Yikes. Some gamemaker sure woke up on the wrong side of the murderbed, huh? He'd go with "charming," personally.
For all the slander about his personality, Alvin's trying his best for his fellow captives... maybe? He slips quickly into a big brother role, if a sometimes hapless and inappropriate one, attempting to lighten the mood with bad jokes, innuendo, and make-your-own-fun projects around their prison. Kids bring out a bit of a protective streak, too, so he's not a total failure of an adult all the time.
He goes grim-faced and flat in an investigation, though the gallows humor continues to raise its untimely head. Still, he manages to hold his own and contribute. These aren't his first grisly deaths, after all. And when he's inevitably pressed about his past in high-stakes situations, he comes clean about the dirty deeds he's done: triple-crossings, espionage, murder, and manipulation, just to name a few of his sins. If he's willing to confess to international (inter-world?) terrorism for the sake of the group, maybe he's not totally unreliable.
But motives that promise mistakes undone or revival of the dead really, visibly get to him. Given everything, is this re-re-re-re-turncoat a man you'd trust with your life?]