Senka Disteere

To Replace Ciaran once he is dead and gone
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Name: Senka Disteere

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Physical appearance: Disteere is of a slender build, being muscular at just the right scale for his work. He stands at 5’8” with a weight of 61kg, for his age he is pretty well off in his physique. A little bit better than well off, he never really has had to work to keep his physical form at a good shape. Not taking note of it much himself, to others it may seem as something of an oddity that he can keep such good physical form without trying. Though helped with his line of work, the thing to thank for this is the genes passed on to him through his father.
 
His hair has not differed from its original colour of dark brown since birth, not having any reason to change this feature. Being a little bit lengthy for a male of his age in America, his hair has brought recent snide comments and the like but nothing he hasn’t already dealt with in his own way. It reaches down past his slanted maroon eyes to his chest in length. He only has one notable scar on his body, the minor ones being from silly childhood mistakes. The more noticeable one being displayed on his face across his right eye. It comes from his forehead across his eye and under his cheekbone. Received from a particularly brutal training session his nut for a father put him through.

Clothing of choice: Despite not having a care in the world for what he wears, Senka clearly has comfort in wearing a traditional haori that flows just beneath his knees and can vary from sleeveless to long-sleeved. Though wearing this is not very common, his most commonly used sets of clothing usually consist of a dark coloured, long sleeve polo shirt and greyish slacks that scuff the ground with abandon with bare feet not helping preserve the material in the slightest. Wearing his haori sadly is partly his downfall aswell, wearing it usually when he has gotten enough confidence or knowledge that he doesn’t need to be wary of wha other people may think. Despite this, anyone tracking him has an easy time of it, he is easily seen from afar with this sort of vestment.

Weaponry of choice: Through pressure more than personal choice, Senka has taken a Japanese katana as his most commonly wielded weapon. Not having anything physically special about it, more 27 and a half inches of curved steel that is a pest to replace. Being custom made to fit Senka’s needs, style and stance. Not many people are capable of replacing such a weapon to his standards. While traditional weaponry is used with casual grace, modern firearm has found its place in Disteere’s books. Preferring a Calibur .45 MEU semi-automatic pistol above all else, easy to manage and use while not requiring both hands or his full attention.  7 rounds per magazine with two spare magazines on his person.

Race:Special Human

Abilities: Through a childhood of brutal and strict training, it comes as no surprise that Senka is a very disciplined individual. He is at peak physical form almost always, through a gene received from his father as far as he can gather, he needn’t even try to stay fit and is above and beyond even what Olympic level individuals could hope to accomplish. His metabolism is rather high and as such isn’t affected as much by what he eats. Senka is very capable of holding his own even in a brawl with mid and lower level supernatural beings, being able to take some hits himself but being unable of taking the hits so much himself. Being incapable of taking hits harder than the equivalent of a Category D vampire, but being able to physically injure the equivalent of a Category D vampire with little other than his fist.
 
Senka can run as fast as any Olympic runner, perhaps even faster. However his main skill, swordplay aside, are his reflexes. Senka’s rather extraordinary ability to process things through his head faster than any normal human and even faster than the majority of supernatural beings and have his body move in tune. While only small movements, it has allowed him many a time to dodge a bullet or cleave one in two with perfect ease. His reflexes may be ranked as mid-range supernatural. Without Senka's extensive and brutal training in Iaijutsu, his reflexes wouldn't make such an impact as they do. Being capable of drawing blade and replicate if not improvise (alter the manouvre) any technique he's been taught for whatever purpose. Most of these techniques have been based upon the iai-goshi stance and the Shinkage ryu school. Therefore more defensive in any sort of fight, however, capable of giving a beating given the circumstances. 


Being trained from an extremely young age in this art, Senka has adapted and has found out how to use technology and his surroundings to his advantage. More-so countering than using technology, preferring the more stealthy approach. That which allows him to survey the target before the blow is delivered, preference with this is one thing, but Senka's skill with this is  un-paralleled amongst even the CIA.

for reference...
Speed-equivalent of a Category F vampire
Durability-equivalent of a normal human
Strength-equivalent of a category D vampire
Reflexes-equivalent of a category C vampire




Organization: V.W.A.T

Personality: Somewhat arrogant, however this doesn’t show so much through words, as he is in a no way a social nut. This more so gets displayed within his actions and reactions, otherwise being calm, quiet and reserved. He has thing for spoken and unspoken challenges between him and others, no matter the scale nor the informality it poses. If he is challenged he will pursue it until it is resolved or rescinded. His view on friendships and the like is mere connections and favors within his line of work, very rare is it, that Senka finds someone like minded and capable of relating to. With these features it is obvious he is quite obsessive over who he meets and who he doesn’t, with recent events he is in a really bad mood for all the wrong reasons.

Rank: Assassin/Bodyguard

Biography: Senka was born in late 1982, into a family of very high standards. Being an only child, all of these expectations were placed upon his shoulders. Though the standards were a little misplaced, taking a more sinister form. He grew up within Japan with and English mother and a Japanese father that he saw little of throughout his childhood. Whenever he did see him however it was always to go through a rigorous and sometimes brutal training session. From a very young age, he was educated in the art of tactics, Espionage and swordplay. Taught not to fear anything or anyone, for what reason, Senka never found out, all he knew was his father’s content or anger. Maybe his father was an extremist? Whatever the case his mother never question what went on between the two, opting to stay out of whatever was taking place.
 
Schooling was never an option for him either, learning all reading and writing through his mother. Every year since he turned 5, for eleven years, Senka was put through a training session that tested his physique and mindset. Senka grew quieter and more withdrawn as the years went by, passing silent judgement on the few people he met through his parents. He was sometimes seen but never heard, until 17 he was a mere shadow among the household. During that year his father was targeted by an organisation and sub-sequently silenced, though Senka and his mother didn’t hear anything until the next day, at which stage the organisation came to clean up loose ends. Maybe his mother had some say in his father’s business? All Senka knew was that day his door was beaten down and years of training took effect. He withdrew into the house, wanting to take a good look at the enemies before he engaged them. This action cost Senka’s mother dearly, she was caught unaware and was quickly surrounded.
 
He could hear her screams, emotionally unaffected Senka more paid attention to the amount of footsteps coming from the source of the screaming and how heavy they fell. Already evaluating his enemy as he retrieved his katana from outside the house he had called his home or prison if he had been educated differently. Fifteen in all, Senka slew all of them but one. Interrogation soon followed, and he fled. In the following days Senka hunted the organisation one at a time, not for revenge purposes, but to get rid of someone that may or may not have already known about his existence.
 
In a few days he had killed all who may have known of his existence and expunged all evidence that his family name had existed. With stolen money and forged passports, he left for America. Having a vague idea as to where he wanted to start in the world. By 19, he was a hired assassin taking hits out for only the highest payers. His reputation only known by the handful of people who knew him only by the name of shadow. Aside from this he also provided protection services such as being a bodyguard or safeguarding premises.
 
Everything went smoothly for time, life was good. He worked in his specific line of work, he got paid, he kept to himself. Everything went sour for him in one hit that should have been simple. The target was supposed to be a small time drug dealer, however when Senka took out the hit, he hadn’t planned on facing the massive raid of law enforcers and police once he took down the cop posing as the dealer.
(OOC-beginning the transition into V.W.A.T)

RP sample: His eyes only slightly shifted to acknowledge another obstacle enter the room and begin conversing with his target. He had been watching for almost an hour in silent wait, hopefully getting his target alone and without having to take down another. His eyes seemed to sigh as his odds at getting him alone seemed to be low today, which probably meant at least one other would have to die, however he simply waited. Waited for the moment that felt right, one cut too precise and they would call it a professional killing, one cut to deep and they might refer it to one of the family issues he had going on right now. He had it planned out in his head, however futile that was, it always ended differently.
 
He only need have waited a few more moments however, as the obstacle removed itself via the door. Perched as he was on one of the storage containers, Senka took one more moment to take a look at the scene. He was about 30 metres away perched on a storage container with many containers in between him and his target’s open office window. The railing just outside the window seemed to be a focus point for Senka. He went into motion with a slight sneer, clearing the gap in between his perch and the nearest container 4 metres away in a single bound. Both his hands held his katana firmly speaking of control the way no other weapon stance could. While his hands remained still, his lower body was a flurry of motion. The only sound made was the slightly muted sound of bare feet lightly landing on the container.
 
The 21 year old shifted his grip on the blade so that the blade no faced up in it’s sheathe, allowing for a more fluid stab such as the one he was about to deliver. He cleared another container in a leap and an exhale as his weight came back down. Senka, now five metres away from the railing seemed to change his position with all the fluidness of a panther. He then threw himself into a somersault that spiralled him up and over the railing. However instead of landing his feet ran parallel to the topmost pole on the railing. His feet went over the top and hit along the side with his legs coiled like a snake. Keeping with the momentum, his weight was thrown from one extreme to the other creating a sense of vertigo in any lesser being, Senka pounced through the window with only the merest whispers of silk. His body rolling along the ground however got his target’s attention.
 

Senka had barely come out of his roll when he kicked out again, this time just with his right leg. Hoping to collide with his target’s chest and send him flying back across the room. He emotionless face lied about his sadistic nature as he felt ribs break as the target collided with bare foot then timber and metal. He wasted no time drawing his blade out and turning it a full 200 degrees to thrust it through his target’s motionless form. There were cries from outside and pounding footsteps, but all was silent inside…silence was good…Senka allowed himself a slight grin before disappearing into the night.  

VWAT seems to be getting a fair number of swordsmen lately.  Overall I like this guy but I'm a little sketchy on his stats.  His claim to fame is his reflexes which allow him to use a sword as well as he does.  That's perfectly fine but if you're going to be that fast I ask that you bump the strength down to Cat D.  Peak human is accepted as Cat F, since your special genes basically allow you to start at the peak without work and then you proceeded to train your ass off I can understand surpassing the Cat F limitation easy enough.  Other than that I don't really get the Cat D durability.  You abilities mention that he has a good physique without working for it but why does that translate to additional durability?  I'm not saying no on the Cat D durability but you haven't really convinced me as to why he has it.

yeah Strength is perfectly fine being bumped down, the more I think about the durability the more I realise that the genes at best would only take it to F if anything, thanks for the help, will edit in the next couple of seconds

Looking good.  If you'd be so kind as to add in some mention of his weaponry skills and espionage training in the abilities section I'll be happy to lend my vote of approval.

gladly, hope that fills in the gaps... :/

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