Post by castle on Oct 25, 2010 22:28:26 GMT -8
Ignacio Franco Castle
"Behind my wall dwells a monster"
[/color][/center][/b]"Behind my wall dwells a monster"Nothing Remaining
[/color]"Why the Hell do you care?!"[/font][/center][/color]
full name Ignacio Franco Castle [Castile]
nicknames Castle-san, Gramps, That Crazy Grocer!
age 62, January, 28
gender Male
sexuality Heterosexual
occupation Grocer [owner]
I realized what I wanted to say
[/color]"I used to stack shits like you a meter high!"[/font][/center][/color]
Physical Appearance A towering man, standing at 6'2" and weighing approximately 220 lbs. With such a minimal social life he directs most of his activities toward maintaining his peak body; gained from service to his native land of the United States of America. Every moment away from his shop is spent practicing Kata in martial arts, weight lifting, and shadow boxing.
His face and body are covered in scars from war; not so much as to disfigure, but still openly noticeable by the average person. His hair is almost always slicked back, though it at times is allowed freedom which makes it naturally wavey. Beyond that his intimidating size is known to unnerve customers.
The march of time has taken its toll on this old war machine just like any other man. Despite keeping his body in peak physical health there are signs of developing those well known health issues coming from old age. Nevertheless he keeps white hairs dyed and keeps his health up despite his body wanting to slow down.
Personality "Misanthropy develops when without art one puts complete trust in somebody thinking the man absolutely true and sound and reliable and then a little later discovers him to be bad and unreliable...and when it happens to someone often...he ends up...hating everyone." Socrates Phaedo
A better definition has never met a man as it did for Ignacio Franco Castile. A cold unloving man he lives by himself in a foriegn country; making a living as a grocer giving off a faux politeness only out of nessecity to make a living. Even when he's faking a happy tone he seems to illuminate that inner anger that has built up inside his mind and soul. Having lost everything of value he is not likely to open up to anyone soon. His reputation as a bitter old man has grown through the town, and he has been the image of bets by seniors of the highschool wanting to prove they were tough by stepping foot in his shop or trying to steal anything from his supplies. For such acts he's remorseless even at times pulling out a legally owned hunting rifle; threatening to fire a few shots into their thighs and watching them limp away.
While adolecences he cannot stand, Ignacio does have a weak spot for young children-so long as they are polite and well mannered. There is an innocences in them that seems lost upon reaching teenaged years.
Though Ignacio is hardly the sterotype of a vietnam veteran; he still has his good and bad days which usually determine his mood. He can maintain good conversation with those who show respect and can even bottle up his feeling to those who deserve no better than a beating. One thing he has learned from Japan and from war was to obey rules or suffer the consequences. For the most part though Ignacio is a recluse; using his grocer store and home as a hermitage for both days of digust toward humanity and days where he desires healing from this misanthrope view.
Strengths Tact: Ignacio is rarely the instigator of a physical or verbal fight; though he could easily outmatch any punk that dared face him he chooses to play nice with Japanese society no matter how much they may hate him.
Independant: Even before the war took everything from him Ignacio was a survivalist. He could last long hours alone by himself without circuming to blind maddening fury. Now he has taken these traits and used them as he lives his life in Japanese society; where being a Gaijin already labels him before even being introduced.
Determined: Ignacio never gives up, and for that he has found a way to survive alone in a foriegn country. This has left him strong willed in all aspects; only showing his weakness when he is completely isolated. In front of others he is always strong, and he refuses to ever share his pain with others-finding it just a means to spread depression.
Flaws Mentally scarred: 'Nam was considered Hell on Earth for many, and throughout the war Ignacio served as both the tortured soul and the demon torturing. His mind has been melded by the scenes he witnessed, and dreams come frequently during the night of the acts he had committed. It is only his hardened will that keeps the gun on his head from being pulled.
Misanthropic: Castle has seen the darkest abyss of humankind; that is something that one can never forget. Every day he sees it among the common folk; people stepping on one another to make it to the top, murders being carrried out for nothing but paper currency, sex, drugs, corruption-it is everwhere and drives Ignacio to near maddness.
Suffering: Outside his fortress exterior is a softened heart; only released in the darkest of isolation. If one were to break down the wall that surrounded Ignacio well God help them for that soft heart would turn to a flaming inferno as he seeked retribution and punishment against the smartass who dared ply through his mental walls.
Drink? Used to back in 'Nam, now steers clear of it save for a glass now and then.
Smoke? Never, the smell of napalm has disgusted him of any kind of smoke.
Drive? Yes
Drugs? No
Partying? If you could convince him then they ought to give you a fucking medal.
Family Mother/Father: Both have died by this point in time; he left them since his return feeling that deep down they hated him for not protecting his kid brother.
David Franco Castile [brother]: Died in 'Nam, the younger brother of Ignacio by three years. Served with him on his tour to the hell hole and the two stuck it out together in the same group. Always kept him under protection to the point of irritating his fellow soldiers, but even with the best watch he would fall to a snipers bullet to the head. Ignacio has never forgiven himself for the death of his brother. He feels David's soul haunting him; calling out to ask pleading why he let him die.
Residence Small house/Grocer
History "I was reborn in Vietnam...baptized by my brother's blood and confirmed by the wails of the VC!"
War for the Hell of it!: The roar of helicopters and sonic bound fighters rung in the grunts ears as they pulled through the VC infested Jungles. Firefights of AK-47 and M-16 would blast through the trees as they kept loose formations trying root the Charlies out. At that moment all there was for Corporal Ignacio was him and the enemy; his brother was kept in his normal position-center of the squad protected from all sides as best as this Hell allowed. Bombs would go off but the man continued to fire into the trees. All that mattered at that moment was getting through another mission, one step closer to seeing his baby brother home. Killing had become second nature for Ignacio, but he knew David still shook after sending a bullet through a man's head. He was still so green, so innocent...he made sure he stayed like that for Mother; David would get no prostitutes, no drugs, and minimal alchohol-he was going to return his brother as he came in; clean and with a smile on his face.
Even with the roar of the chao Ignacio could only think about killing those VC to keep his brother safe. He'd start to remember; him being five years old and seeing that little pink fleshy creature in his mothers arms as he heard mom say, "Ignacio...this is your baby brother, David."
Brother: With those final thoughts he'd hear the familiar sound of a single bulllet from a sniper rifle. It would awaken Ignacio as he looked desperately around to see who was hit. He'd freeze when he learned who it was! Down on the floor he'd stare at David, his brains spread across the floor as the bullet tore through his skull and helmet.
Ignacio froze up as the squad continued forward. Luckily a fellow grunt would knock him down as another shot was made, the snipers location revealed through this missed shot. Coming too he'd be deaf to the shouts of his fellow soldier as he followed the sound and charged into the jungle to go after that sniper. Rushing through he'd litterally crash into the VietCong responsible as a fist fight ensured with Ignacio cracking bones with each jab and slam of the butt of his gun. He'd split the man's skull in two; as he continued to ram his gun into his bloody face and followed up by shooting the torso with every shot he had! He hated this man more than Satan himself; tears ran down his face as he made the body no more than a collection of limbs and organs. At that time he'd find himself surounded; dead inside Octavio lifted his hands in surrender-expecting them to shoot him on sight. However that was a mercy he would not get as he was taken away back to the Vietcong camp as a Prisoner of War.
Re-Education: "All in all...your just another brick in the wall!" A slam of a wooden cane would be felt against Ignacio's face as the VC garbled words of his language together attempting to seem fierce to the POW. Ignacio just stared at him with hatred in his eyes. How long had he been here? Week...felt like years. Each day was the same schedule, an attempt of propoganda, a evening with meger meals, and a night of torture that broke more than a dozen other captured grunts.
One of their favored tactics was to bind him up on a rope, leaving him for his limbs to pop out of place to which they'd send someone to shove them back in once he was placed back down. Each day would be etched out on the wall; at first it was a sign of motivation for the POW as a sign that they'd eventually be rescued, but soon it would all return to hopelessness as they simply took a daily torture with whatever stride they had left.
God sends His Angel of Death: If Ignacio was to live another day he would surely had fallen off the deep end; all his fellow soldiers were all but empty husks-muttering to themselves and reduced to eating their dead like cannibals. Now Ingacio had to fight off these soldiers turned cannibals as he nearly broke down as well; witnessing his fellow men turn to animals. Suddenly a gift from the sky would erupt!
A bomber flew over their region and its payload would happen to land perfectly into the underground base where they kept the POW. Hearing the sound Ignacio burried himself under the half-eaten remains of his comrades as the explosion killed dozens of the guards and any POW that were out in the open. Those Vietcong that survived were beyond shaken which evened the odds for the starving and desperate man. Taking a sharpend bone of the dead he'd march himself through the now destroyed prison; with Punishment on his mind!
With each VC he passed Ignacio would shank them deep with the bone ice-pick; smiling while committing these murders. Some would fight back only for their nose to be broken before a sharp point entered their necks. He'd finally pick up a gun, firing each shot carefully-not knowing where he'd find new stores of ammo. He was exhausted, running on pure adreniline as he finally stormed out of that prison alone-the sole survivor. Soon a squad of American troops would find him alone staring with bloody red eyes. Slowly they took him home; it was a quiet trip.
Under such conditions it was adamantly suggested that Ignacio return home early. However he would not do that, there was still many that deserved punishment he would not leave until he had his fill with revenge. Placing himself in the most dangerous of missions Ignacio would work without a soul, his Catholic upbrining tossed aside as he made his M-60 his god.
Building the Wall: "Ein! Zwei! Drei! Hammer!"
Taking head of his squads Ignacio no longer concerned himself with who was a civilian and who was VC. If a village was to be burned down he would make sure it was done! He was lost; his innocence killed with his brother. All he could do was walk by the two corpses. Of course the ghosts of his brother and his lost soul would haunt him; when he was most alone. When he was perfectly isolated, hiding in his bunker.
Outside though he was now the demon as he slaughtered village after village, his mind certain that they were all dirty filthy communists; supporters of those same people that killed his band of brothers. Their pleads were to no avail...they were less than human as he crashed his boots through their windows and laughed as he shot men head first. He did not commit to rape; only because he didn't have sex with animals...
Soon though the war would end and Ignacio would be forced back to his family. For months he had forgotten all about his brother, and now he had to explain to his mother why he failed to protect little David. It was at this time that his soul seemed to return to his body as he broke down in the chopper; spasming violently and having to be sedated.
The Show Must Go On!: When he returned he'd have to look into his mother's eyes as she saw only one son return. The pain was too great; her little baby now dead while her eldest son stared back with almost souless eyes. She tried to hold back her grief but Ignacio knew she hated him for not protecting him. His father was less subtle as he glared at his son unable to speak to Ignacio.
Beyond that everywhere he went the world seemed to hate him. He could not find a job anywhere as they denied him work for his service. Strangers would come up to him and spit in his face, shouting at Ignacio with shrill voices "Baby Killer!" damn hypocrits as they killed their own collection of babies in the secret shadows of clinics.
Goodbye
It got so bad that Ignacio would purchase a Revolver and constantly aim it at his head, fully loaded with the intent to end it all now. He couldn't though as he finally decided to leave this land that no longer accepted him; that let him fight for nothing but a dead brother! He'd leave without a word; packing his gun and a few bits of clothing as he made his way toward a former enemy turned friend; Japan.
Life was difficult in Japan, but Ignacio would collect the funds to create a small grocer where he could both live and sell goods. It was in this time that he began a pattern of diving into the darkest of depressions and to the most justified of wraths. He didn't know who he was, who he wanted to be and to this day this problem remains as he struggles between the grips of the monster who let his brother die, and the lost innocences returning to pull him back to morality. Only time will decide which side will be victorious.
No big surprise
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Sell your character He's a Vietnam veteran who has lost his moral compass. He can be the nicest guy and the most wrathful as well making him a grab bag in terms of what to expect. He also gives other characters a chance to assist in helping in this battle between deciding to fall to black or white morality which is the only two colors Ignacio sees. As of now Black is White and Up is Down; nothing makes sense and he's trying to put pieces back together and make amends.
Role Play Sample Stacking cans at the corner of his store Ignacio Franco Castile would have his sharp gaze look upon a group of Seniors from the Konohgakure High School; they were talking lauging like a pack of donkeys. He'd try to read their lips, but it had been so long since he did that in that VC prison camp. Of course seeing one of them point toward his store made it quite obvious what was their intentions.
"So...another damn initiation; fine...I'll play along!" With that Ignacio would head toward the back; waiting for his chance.
One of the boys would go inside; ringing the bell once as if he was just a normal customer. No response, and with that a sigh of relief came from the kid as he realized this would be easier than he thought. After all he just needed to sneak one item out of the store and his friends would think he was the baddest person around right? Finding a cup of top ramen the kid would grab hold of it and put it in his coat, unaware that eyes watched him from a hidden position.
Ignacio felt that rush of rememberance, hiding in the thicket of Jungle ambusing VC and tearing their heads off as warning posts aftewards; what he'd do to be back in Hell taking a few more dirty Reds with him to the grave.
"Well these kids will do!"
With that he'd wait for him to exit the shop and as soon as he did the door would open again with Ignacio's foot crashing through it. In his hands was a hunting rifle as he aimed it at the boys head and said, "What the fuck are you doing with that Ration!"
The senior stopped dead in his tracks as he felt the barrel of the gun at his neck. Nearly pissing himself he'd drop the Ramen only to be shouted at by Ignacio as he ordered him to pick it up. Doing as he said he'd leave his arm out for Ignacio to grab the Ramen; a bad move on his part.
Grabbing his arm he'd twiist it hard as he whispered into his ear, "If I find you stealing anything from my shop again...I'll be sure to deal with you myself and leave the police to clean up the mess afterwards! Prison isn't so bad afterall, Hell three meals a day and clean clothes! Nothing like 'Nam, nothing like 'Nam...." At that point he'd let the kid go; knowing that even if they called the cops they had no case. Putting his weapon away he'd sigh as he went back to sweeping the outside; watching as people stared at him like he was a senile old man-if only he was that....if only.
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