Victor/Victoria Hall

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Name: Victor Hall


Nickname: Victoria


Age: 19


Gender: Male (He presents as female, but was born as and identifies as male.)


Species: Human


Position: Neutral with tendencies toward lawful.


Powers:

Shift -- Has a magic earring that allows him to switch between three different outfits (detailed below). One post cooldown. Requires that he touch his earring. Any damage to outfits remains, and will still be there the next time he switches back to the outfit. Earring can be "reprogrammed" to change what outfits it stores (still only 3), but it takes time and concentration, and is thus something Victor feels he doesn't need to bother with. If puts on a different pair of clothing, he can store his programmed clothing in the earring.

And . . . that's it. Victor's not a fighter. He has the capabilities to learn Bard-style magic (buffs/de-buffs) using his voice, but he is not really aware of it and would need someone to notice and teach him. (If he learned any, they would only be effective while he was singing, and have a two post cooldown.)


Weapon: A knife. The silver blade is eight inches long with a dark wood handle. There's a pattern of swirling etchings on the blade that continue onto the handle.

...And remember, folks, possession does not imply mastery.


Picture: Forthcoming!


Appearance: 5'6" with a lean build and wide green eyes he rarely bothers to open fully. His hair is parted on his left, and dyed blonde, except for his bangs, which remain their original brown color. It's perpetually messy, cut in layers, and hits about halfway down his neck His skin is smooth from years of beauticians. He has three outfits he can switch between in an instant, the only commonality being the earring. The earring itself is a clear, diamond-like stud linked to a dark gem by their silver settings. On his right ear.

Outfit 1 -- Victor (Idol Mode) -- Dark red suit coat, ripped along seams and slightly too big for him. Dark grey shirt with silver splotches. Black jeans tucked into knee high army boots that makes his feet look much larger than they actually are, and make him about three inches taller.

Outfit 2 -- Victoria (City Roaming) -- White crop jacket with sleeves that go to the base of his fingertips, to hide the fact his hands are slightly bigger than a girl's. Dark blue tank top with long ruffles over the chest, as well as padding inside the shirt. His skirt falls to knee length, and is soft grey with a black petticoat. He wears thigh-high socks that are blue and white striped and black ankle boots.
Most notable is that this outfit includes a wig. Victor's blonde hair is tucked up into a wig cap and he has a wig that is a brown to match his bangs. The hair is gathered up into two high pigtails.

Outfit 3 -- (We Can't all be Winners) -- Open white button-up short-sleeved shirt over a worn grey t-shirt and baggy dark jeans. Blue converse coming apart 'round the edges. Blue and grey knit beanie.

He will arrive looking like a girl, and give his name as Victoria.


Personality: Of all traits, Victor values honesty the most. Though he is capable of being tactful, he never shies away from saying something callous, if it is true and needs to be said. On the flip side, he always makes sure to give thanks or praise where he thinks it due. He also hates it when other people lie to or in front of him, though if it means drawing unneeded, annoying attention, he will refrain (but not forget).

His time as an idol over-fed the desire for attention he craved as a kid. Though he is not shy about approaching or talking with people, he does not trust the motivations of other people, and so he is less likely to approach them on his own.

Yes, he is very aware of the hypocrisy of his situation -- a guy who values honesty dressing like a trap? And it's not something he's proud of. Still, his "Victoria" persona was a means of escape, at one point, and it's still a comforting thing to him. Plus, he does enjoy seeing how the other half lives.

Aside from the honesty hang-ups, Victor is a responsible guy who makes lists to get things done. He has a tendency to let a grudge sit, and sometimes his courage leaves him (he cannot stand to be around violence, though he holds onto the knife to remember,, he still obeys the first instinct to run when the threat of physical pain arises), but, if he makes a true friend, his loyalty is deep. He is a fairly good judge of character, and does not give away loyalty easily.



Original World: Valhe Towers
Current World: Traverse Town


History: Victor was born into your standard upper-middle-class family, the only child of a professional businessman who spent almost all of Victor's young life on company trips, and a housewife who never seemed to remember that she was not a college student, and therefore should stop partying like one. Despite appearances, though, Mother and Father were loving parents when they remembered that Victor might need their attention. They did their best to teach him good values, such as honesty and integrity -- and then continued to act against their own values when they thought he wasn't looking.

Both frustrated by his parent's hypocrisy and desiring attention from them, a ten year old Victor began to pursue a number of hobbies in an attempt to get their attention. Their tendency to disappear had helped him to grow into an independent child, one who had no trouble filling out the forms to enter himself in nearly every club his school offered. Art, sports, music, he tried them all. Unsatisfied when they did not garner him the praise he wanted, most were quit after only a meeting or two. The school choir, however, brought out his natural talent for singing. Both Victor's peers and teacher easily fed him the praise he craved. He also discovered just how happy singing made him, and how nice it was to see others enjoying his music.

Desiring more, he continued to improve upon his new-found talent, until it was refined enough to present to his parents. When he finally first sang for them, though, it worked a little too well. Both were excited by their son's talent, and swore to help him become the greatest he could. They wasted no time getting their son into show-biz, hiring everything from vocal coaches to beauticians to help their son become a star.

The talent agency for which Victor began to work was a very eccentric one, requiring odd things from the stars it promoted. One of the most popular publicity stunts was a concert wherein all of the young stars performing were made to cross-dress. As such, it was repeated several times and the vocal coaches worked to preserve as many octaves of the boy's voices as could be salvaged through puberty. In addition, they provided him with a magical earring on which they could store different outfits, for quick changes in concerts.

The gimmick worked to pull in fans, and both Victor's parents devoted their time to managing his time and munny.

The attention that Victor once craved was now seemed heavy. Many people fans suddenly became friendly to him, until they learned his tightly controlled finances meant he could not buy them gifts, unlike other members of his agency. He steadily began to hate the people who reached out to him, assuming the worst of them.

He took comfort in dressing as a girl and slipping away to spend days wandering the city. Less people recognized him, for, while the gimmick had been popular, he had spent more time dressed as a boy with his distinctive bleached hair and blonde bangs.

It was during this time he witnessed his first fight. He had never been afraid of walking through the darker alleys, until one day he stepped into a fight between two gangs. He slipped into the shadows to avoid being seen, but some part of his curiosity kept him watching.

And so, he was 17 when he saw his first corpse. When everything had quieted down he slipped from the alley he had hid in, only to be stopped short by another guy, hardly older than himself, bleeding out, a knife still clutched in his hand. He noticed Victor in his last moment, and stared Victor down as his eyes clouded over. Victor took the knife. Kept it his secret for years.

Not that it did him any good, though. The Heartless takeover was quick, for they were preying on a world already ripe with deceit. He woke up one morning, and looked out his window to see a heard of Heartless swarming the streets below. He jerked away from the window and grabbed his knife, though he could not bring himself to open his door. Instead, he holed up as far from the door as he could, where he started... to feel... sleepy . . .


Role Playing Sample: His dream was dark. Not the blink-and-time's-passed flash of dreamless sleep, Victor dreamed of an oppressive darkness which flooded his lungs and threatened to push him apart from inside out. He awoke with a gasp, disturbed by the intrinsic wrong-ness of the dream.

It took a few moments for him to breathe out the darkness, to realize that everything else was wrong, as well. His apartment was gone. He was still huddled up exactly as he must have fallen asleep, skirts spread around him, clutching the knife to his chest. It was everything around him that was different.

He didn't stand, not yet. Instead, Victor rocked back on his heels to get a better look at his surroundings. His back thumped against a wall and he turned to confirm that he was indeed in an brick alley. One that was fairly clean, but nothing like the looming buildings of metal and glass he was used to weaving through. It was quieter, too -- none of the constant chatter of commercial billboards, cycling through the combinations of news reports and sales jingles. The quiet settled deep into his bones and made him feel just off.

The strange... sound (if it had to be described, Victor would frown for a while before calling it a "Woomp") was like the snap of a twig in a creepy forest, the groan of a door in the haunted house. Victor scrambled to his feet, clutching the dagger behind his back. Wherever he was, whoever had taken him there, it was best not to show immediately that he was armed. They might respond with a weapon of their own, and Victor could not deal with that right now. He needed more information.

After all that tension, what came around the corner was slightly anti-climatic. A small creature, black like wet velvet, crept around the corner. Big yellow eyes stared up like twin moons.

"Hey there, you're not.." Something was wrong. A voice in him was already shouting. He had to get away-

It wasn't until it lunged and bit him, on his leg, that the image fully came back to him. He had seen these shadows before, swarming the streets of his home. He reacted on instinct. Though he had never used it before, his hand with the knife darted out to strike the creature across the head. The sound was all around him now, he was acutely aware that more of the shadows were coming. He turned and ran through the alleys until he saw the glow of a streetlight. Even when he burst from the alley into the pool of light, the shadows still chased after. "Dammit..." He looked around. He had to find safety -- but what was safe? There were some buildings around, but there was no way he would want to trap himself in a room with these things."Get away from me!" He was in some kind of plaza, with other alleys going every which way. The shadows crept at him from the way he had come. He held the knife as threateningly as he could, though his leg was starting to hurt where it had been bitten. He didn't dare to check if he was bleeding.