Dellapero Grance

Name: Dellapero Grance
Secondary Title: Dellapero is often known as an organic tank due to his abilities, though some know him specifically as The Slayer. Being one who kills both human and spirit, there is none who may not be a target. Some even refer to him as The Dead Msn due to his traits of complete emotion surpression. He can act in such a way naturally, as if he himself was a spirit.
Age: Dellapero is of fourty-five years of age.
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance:
The individual was mostly known by the ranking of "The Sllayer". . His height reached approximately six feet and four inches high, being above that of the normal human. The man's hair was of a pitch-black color, blending in with the dark night. As for the style, it could be said that several strands of hair were all attached together to form these " Spikes " that drifted over his forehead as well as the back of his neck by about two inches off the head. His eyes were something that was one of his defining characteristics that separated the dead man from the rest of society. They, like his hair, were as black as a nightmare. However, that wasn't what made it truly different. They both showed no hint of emotion. No sign of a soul ever inhabiting the body that moved. It was like the eyes of a corpse or a drone. To most normal people, it would seem a bit out of place to this world, as if from the other-side,. The Slayer's skin was of a tan, caucasian color with a slightly darker tint to it then normal. Covering the entirety of his back and stretching over to cover the sides of his stomach and chest was a jacket of leather. It's color was also rather dark, though more like a extremely dark red rather then a pure tint. His overall build could be depicted as mesomorphic, detailing that he has a rather high muscle-mass which was above that of common people. They weren't insanely massive to the mark of being grotesque though. His arms, as his height, are rather long compared to the common person. His real name is Dellapero Grance, a identification he hasn't used in years since his departure from human society.Covering the upper-most part of eacha rm is a shackle that wraps entirely around it , covering three inches of it. Attached to this is a chain that wraps around the entire arm down to the gloves and back. The end of that chain is connected to the hilt of the swords on his back, having the chain hang around his back linking it to the blade on each side. At the end of each arm, gloves of pure steel cover each hand from wrist to finger tip, though they appear visually like anoother piece of leather clothing. The center of each glove of metal was a small two inch orb that appeared to a clear glass, when it was the same as the rest of the attachment. Pure solid steel. Under the layers of steel was two layers of plastic insulation added for the prevention of the gloves conducting electrical current and shocking the user, Through this, Dellapero had made them able to take conducted electricity to amplify his own melee attacks. He had pants that appeared to be the same as his jacket, black leather that reached from the waist down to the ankles. Along the side of the right pant-leg were markings of a crimson color that seemed to be only gibberish. Attached to The Slayers's back was two rather large blades. Each had a silver hilt atleast five inches in length and two inches in width. The blades themselves are seventy-two inches in length and eight inches in width, the width becoming smaller as it comes to the end of the blade making a sharp point for impaleing targets.These blades were placed in a X formation, the hilt of each showing off of each shoulder and the blade showing at each hip. At his feet were boots that slid over the ankles and covered the entire foot in leather-looking steel, just as his gloves. They shared the same characteristics. The same orb being at the center below the foot, but that wouldn't exactly be noticeable, At Least not yet. For a estimate one could see from his appearance, The Dead man's body was that of someone around the age of twenty, give or take a few years. His actual age was fourty-five years, three months, and nearly two weeks. The reason he appeared so much younger was because of one of his abilities that repaired cells, reversing the aging process to a degree. Since age was made from cells slowly being damaged over time.


Sub-Race: White
Personality:Dellapero Grance is a rather odd individual. As for an overall personality, he shows characteristics of a blade. Showing no emotion at most times and only cutting down those which he is ordered to destroyed. In his line of work, human thoughts seem to vanish from his mind and blocked away for the time being, going as far as killing his own wife if he had one at the time to complete the mission if need be. He acts extremely calm in this state, unaffected by traits of fear, anger, and relief that normal humans feel. Dellapero likes having a much data as possible on his targets and jobs before starting, as that data allows him to prepare properly to execute it most properly. Having low data often forces him to collect some himself before the real mission even starts, being like a sub-mission, though it is his job to do these things. He charges an additional fee for having low info from his clients. In the case they fail to produce funds to pay the cost after the mission is complete..Well, one of two things can happen. One, Dellapero kills the person and takes everything they have. Second, the client could return a favor at a later time to help in later missions. The only real thing that could stop him from completing his mission in this state is his own greed, If one of the target's party could make a better offer then the client, then things may happen differently. in the end, Dellapero's philosophy is " Fuck everyone else, as long as I get the best shit that I can". Though, his views on what are worth more is mainly special weaponry or items, then money, then favors, then sexual payment, the last not oftenly being accepted as Dellapero isn't addicted to such things like most males and would prefer forms of payment that he can use longer then just one night in bed. Dellapero doesn't really believe in having friends or such relations, though does accept certain others as acquaintances or allies for periods of time. This keeps him from having much bias except in certain conditions, such as being who can offer more in return during a argument. After all, Dellapero is a bit greedy.Lastly, he thinks the exact opposite as the spirits do. Dellapero thinks that humans are the superior race now that they have obtained spiritual power. Though, this is something he keeps to himself since it would ruin any deals with the spiritual race that could be made. Those deals were already hard to find. Dellapero, out of combat and missions is a bit different then when he is on them. Normally he is rather a lazy type of person in urban society, only really even responding to something that interests him. He enjoys sleeping often and is easily annoyed upon being woke up by some other force aside his own will. Dellapero is still a rather serious person,lacking in the ability to really understand sarcasm.

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Nation: United States, Japan, Russia. It depends who he is working for at the time.
Affiliation: Rogue Assassin-for-hire
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History: Dellapero Grance was originally born in Russia just before the invasions of spirits started. He was a normal child at most, though being more serious then others and not trusting many. He developed a normal life in school untill the invasion started in two-thousand twelve. At this time, Dellapero was of nine eight-teen years of age. With the main forces of spirits invadeing russia, much more spiritual energy had been gathered there then in the other areas of the world. Staying there for a time, just as the spirits finally started taking over. Dellapero andthe such at his school were evacuated to a moving convoy to evacute people from the war front. The sounds of explosion and gun fire could be easily heard from where they were currently nd several spirits were drawing near. The evacuation lead the group to the United States for the time, any not there left in Russia were killed, includeing any of blood relation to Dellapero. Atleast that is what he thought. The convoy left Russia mostly undamaged, though a singuler spirit from the front lines had managed to get back at the convoy and destroy a single vehicle. It used some odd type of laser-eye technique that created several explosions on the spot of contact, a odd ability he had not seen before. though one thing was for sure, it was an effective method of killing. Moments later, several missles were shot at the spirit as well as several barrages of bullets. The ability of the thing to endure was astounding to normal humans. It was eventually killed, but the first wave of attacks hadn't even killed it.


Dellapero was changed slightly after that, he already was one who had a solitude persona to him , but this amplified that trait significantly. However, he did not hold it against the Spirit race. He did hate the army that toke Russia for a time, but had grown out of that. by age twenty, Dellapero was fully recovered and actually in better health then before he was taken away from Russia to the United States during the invasion. Most of what happened was a blur because of the coma though.Dellapero already had a decent knowledge of Dem Mak martial arts from russia, but he needed more training for what he planned to do. These spirits were hated by humans and the humans wanted them dead at any cost, the spirits thought the same of the humans. People sure would pay alot to have specific ones killed.... This was when Dellapero started to train in the arts of kendo and several other styles involving the blade, including a completely new style he invented using chains and weapons. It involved using a chain attached to the hand in order to use a blade as arranged weapon and attack with it freely in more ways then just a straight throw. getting it back is also made easier With this style.

By age twenty-two, Dellapero had left his false home in the united States to live as a rogue and start his buisness as an assassin-for-hire. At the time his power was only classed at a low level, so he mainly performed low-levels jobs and the murderer of other weaklings. He continued this business for a time, gaining some reputation in the united states, but over this time, his spiritual powers also expanded. By age thirty, Dellapero left to Japan to do some jobs for the japanese military. There he did the same as the United States, though missions here were a bit more complicated and more powerful targets were marked for death. Again, he unlocked more of the locked spiritual energy absorbed at Russia, becoming stronger then normal humans. He also noticed that he was no longer ageing. He always did age slow after the coma, but now he looked about twenty and never physically got a day older. Dellapero considered this a trait of surviving that illness, since not many had lived through it. Though later in his life, it seemed to actually be a personal ability he developed because of that. He already knew his physical ability was augmented greatly by the spiritual energy, but traits of regeneration were also becoming obvious. Finally, at age thirty-four, Dellapero returned to Russia to complete a low number of mission for the weaker spirits. Of course not many spirits would hire a human assassin,, as spirits thought of themselves higher on the chain of power. Here, his full power was developed through several struggles with spirits who had tried to kill him. Through this power, he had gained reputation in the three main lands of this war. As a powerful slayer of any he is sent to kill, he remained as an assassin, moving from country to country often, doing tasks for payment. Now he is of age forty, but still obtains the physical age of twenty.
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In the vast field of endless sands would soon be the meeting of the king and the undead. Civilization was but a dream in this ocean of desert. Footprints were written only to be erased seconds later by the winds of change. The sky was as black as death, devouring the world in shadows making light a distant memory. A individual had been called here by the notes of one now claiming to wear the cloak of authority. It was like a broken record, Time repeating itself in a consistent matter. The same occurred on what felt like yesterday. The former ruler of this blank land thought the same as the present. Thinking they know how to bring the best for their people, when in reality, the best was only a distorted thought that never broke the walls of the mind and never met this hell we call reality. The dead man walking was a former member of the village hidden in the sand. The incompetence and weakness emitting from the last Kazekage drove the land even deeper under the ground, intensifying the immobility of a weak nation. Today, he wanted to examine the one who claimed to be above that of the past. The Black Hand, as of yet, didn't even know what this monarch appeared to be, however, meeting in such a place void of life would narrow it down quite a bit. He had two options to take. If this individual was the same as the last Kazekage, he was going to send that person to drown in the pools of blood that so many others had entered.. In the case they actually prove different, he might even consider joining back with Sand....At Least for the time.

The individual was mostly known by the ranking of " The Black Hand". Why they decided to rank him over a small feature of himself was unknown. His height reached approximately six feet and four inches high, being above that of the normal human. The man's hair was of a pitch-black color, blending in with the dark night. As for the style, it could be said that several strands of hair were all attached together to form these " Spikes " that drifted over his forehead as well as the back of his neck by about two inches off the head. His eyes were something that was one of his defining characteristics that separated the dead man from the rest of society. They, like his hair, were as black as a nightmare. However, that wasn't what made it truly different. They both showed no hint of emotion. No sign of a soul ever inhabiting the body that moved. It was like the eyes of a corpse or a drone. To most normal people, it would seem a bit out of place to this world, as if from the other-side,. The Black Hand's skin was of a tan, caucasian color with a slightly darker tint to it then normal. Covering the entirety of his back and stretching over to cover the sides of his stomach and chest was a jacket of leather. It's color was also rather dark, though more like a extremely dark red rather then a pure tint. His overall build could be depicted as mesomorphic, detailing that he has a rather high muscle-mass which was above that of common people. They weren't insanely massive to the mark of being grotesque though. His arms, as his height, are rather long compared to the common person. Once reaching the hand, the details of his own body become blocked by the black steel that covers each palm from finger-tip to wrist. The metal is the detail that formed his nickname of " The Black Hand ". He thinks of himself more like A dead man walking. His real name is Zane Hataro, a identification he hasn't used in years since his departure from this abyss. At the center of each glove of metal was a small two inch orb that appeared to a clear glass, when it was the same as the rest of the attachment. Pure solid steel. Under the layers of steel was two layers of plastic insulation added for the prevention of the gloves conducting electrical current and shocking the user, Through this, Zane had made them able to take conducted electricity to amplify his own melee attacks. He had pants that appeared to be the same as his jacket, black leather that reached from the waist down to the ankles. Along the side of the right pant-leg were markings of a crimson color that seemed to be only gibberish. Attached to The Black Hand's back was a rather long sheathe that moved diagonally down for a length of seventy-two inches, nearly hitting the sand-enveloped ground. The hilt was the only thing visible from the case, being a pure-white color that was next to his shoulder. It stood out rather well from the rest of him, seeing as it was a sliver of difference in his black attire. At his feet were boots that slid over the ankles and covered the entire foot in leather-looking steel, just as his gloves. They shared the same characteristics. The same orb being at the center below the foot, but that wouldn't exactly be noticeable, At Least not yet. For a estimate one could see from his appearance, The Dead man's body was that of someone around the age of twenty, give or take a few years. His actual age was twenty-eight years, three months, and nearly two weeks.
As Zane continued his advance toward the location marked for death and life to become acquainted with one-another, he started to glance around, searching for anyone who may be near. As of yet, there was nothing, but looks were only a mark of deception. Perhaps they were under the ground for all he knew. The dead man was prepared for a sneak attack, since these scenarios have been done before for an ambush by assassins. it was quite an annoyance. Having to deal with such weak fools under the idea of someone who actually might be worth your time.

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