Description
Reaper
āAdios, asshole. ā
āNameāAlejandro Vasquez. Some people call him Al, but he usually kills them, so you might want to go with āMr. Vasquez.ā
āAgeā103- Yeah, you read that right.
āAppearanceāHeās a nice, even six feet tall. Pretty well-muscled, too- more than lean, but far from beefcake. His familyās from Peru, but he inherited his motherās pale skin tone as opposed to his fatherās swarthiness. He does tend to tan nicely, though, or he would if he bothered to go out in the sun much. His eyes are a light amber color- kind of like a well-aged brandy. Well, thatās what heād use to describe them, anyway. Heād also say heās damn sexy, but really, Iāll leave that for you to decide.
His two most common looks are disdainful and arrogant. No, really. Heās got that kind of self-satisfied smirk that just shouts āpredator,ā and itās pretty obvious from the way he carries himself that heās confident to say the least. Heās got a pretty damn scary angry face, mostly because thereās just enough sadism there for you to notice, but not so much that he looks like some kind of cheesy comic-book villain. Really, though, for the most part he keeps himself neat and very clean. His nails are trimmed, his shoes are shined when appropriate, he smells like sandalwood, and his hair always looks fantastic, in that just-rolled-out-of-bed kind of way.
Alās style of dress changes with the weather, but itās pretty much always expensive, from his fireproof jumpsuit (sorry, ladies, itās not spandex) to his more everyday shirts, vests, and slacks, with fedora hats, no less. He sometimes carries a cane, cause damn if he doesnāt love the irony in that, and there's pretty much always a cigarette between his lips if he's not working. When on more clandestine errands, he dons all black (and quite a bit of leather), with a balaclava and combat boots.
Personality
āLikesā
Death- no seriously, heās pretty obsessed with it.
Savvy people
Smoking (of the chain variety)
Skirt-chasing (he finds that the chase is more interesting than the result)
Boozing
Being an asshole
Prunes
Cats
āDislikesā
People who sugar-coat things
Idiots
Hypocrites
Kids
āPersonalityā
Hoo boy, wellā¦ itās kinda hard to decide where to start. To be blunt, Alejandro is an asshole. Not in the speaks-bluntly-the-truth-and-is-not-appreciated kind of way, but in the actual, likes-to-insult-people kind of way. This is especially true if the person in question is either stupid (in Alās opinion, mind) or arrogant. Heās a hypocrite like that. Oddly, he continues to insult people even if he decides he likes them, though these insults have more of a gruffly-affectionate edge to them. This does not happen very often.
Being a 103-year-old man in a twenty-six-year old body makes for some rather interesting tendencies, and in addition to a weird fondness for prunes and a dislike of rambunctious youth, he also actively- constantly- seeks his own death. Death is a matter of fascination for Alejandro, since it seems that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot die. Heās been shot, stabbed, burned, drowned, poisoned, dismembered, and frozen, but has not one single damn scar to show for it, and he hates it.
This has led him to try and invent new, increasingly gruesome ways to kill himself, none of which have thus far succeeded. His current career is ādaredevilā but thatās a disservice to the sheer level of his fame. Heās a legend where he comes from, and is swiftly gaining a fandom here, too, though ironically most people donāt even know what his face looks like. His stunts consist of things that could and would kill other people, and at times he's actually invited fans to try and off him in the most creative ways they can think of. In addition to not working, this has given him a rather disgusted outlook on humanity- he's never short of willing volunteers.
Heās equal parts cranky-old-man and arrogant-young-man, and sometimes the disconnect gets to him, and creates a fair amount ofā¦ imbalance. His mind is weary and wants to die; his body is as young and fresh as itās ever been. He canāt shut off or control his powers, or he would have done so long ago. But he doesnāt really want me to talk about that. He's the kind of guy that emerges from a spectacular motorcycle crash laughing maniacally, or who grins like it's his birthday when he's shoving a knife into someone's heart.
Heās absolutely obsessed with death, and frequently moonlights as a vigilante just to kill criminals for no other reason than to watch them die. He doesnāt care about making the world a better place- he just wants the one thing he canāt have, and is forced to settle for dying vicariously through others. He's come to enjoy that little moment when someone finally accepts that their life is slipping away-because it's something he's never felt.
āRelationshipsā
Once upon a time, Alejandro had a family. His parents, his little sister, and his kid brother. Now, he has whatever mob of screaming fangirls happens to be following him around that day and his aging butler, Myles. Myles, he kinda likes. Everyone else sucks.
Well, okay, back up on that a little. Maybe not everyone. He is capable of some kind of weird affection for people, which really just means he acts like more of an ass, but refuses to let anyone else mess with the person in question. He's a selfish bastard like that. He's strangely enough friends (if you can call it that) with Candy, and lets her into his house and everything. Granted, their friendship mostly consists of trading insults and sniping at each other, but hey, that's just how things are sometimes. If she weren't perfectly capable of killing people on her own, he'd probably be asking if there were any Johns he needed to be taking care of, you know?
Calista Reding works for him, making some of his death-defying stunts also gravity-defying and he is as ever a willing guinea pig when she wants to try pushing the limits of her gravity manipulation, in the hope that she'll accidentally kill him at some point. Though he doesn't say it, he's aware of her housing situation and would let her live on one of his properties, but she has to ask for it, cause he's not a fucking charity. Well, that's how he'd put it anyway. He might even be telling the truth. Maybe.
Equipment
āPowerā
Most simply put, Alejandro is immortal. He physically cannot die. This is because, every time he sustains some kind of injury or wound, his powers involuntarily reverse time for the body part that was injured. Shoot him? That bulletās coming out in less than a couple seconds. Stab him? Oh please, heās stabbed himself worse than that before. Poison him? He only wishes that would work. He canāt get intoxicated or high because his body reverses all cellular processes that threaten to damage him. His entire body is frozen in stasis until the power needs to activate itself, meaning he doesnāt even need to breathe. Yeah, you canāt drown him either.
Which all really sucks for a guy who just wants to off himself. Itās like the universe is playing some kind of cosmic joke on him. His power has no off switch, no reverse mechanism, and he canāt invoke it to speed himself up or slow or stop time or anything like that. All he can do is be really spectacular at not dying. More of a crapshoot the more you think about it, and heās had a hell of a long time to think about it. Especially once you note that he can still feel pain. Granted, he's built up quite the tolerance over the years, but agony is still within reach, and it and he are old, old friends.
āEquipmentā
Well, over the years heās accumulated lots of money from smart investments and also endorsements, so he pretty much has whatever the heck he wants. Fast cars are a favorite, though heās given up on crashing them. He picked up martial arts for the hell of it, and carries around brass knuckles. Thatās it in terms of weaponry, because really, who cares about range or blocking when your wounds are just gonna disappear anyway? Plus, he doesnāt really like too much fancy technology. Damn kids these days; they wouldnāt need smartphones if they werenāt so dumb in the first place!
āStrengthsā
Perhaps justifiably, Alejandro is completely fearless. Being indestructible is certainly a strength, and heās smarter than the average schmo, though not by any means a genius or anything. Heās got a sort of charisma to him, so if being charming despite being an arrogant jerk is a strength, count that one, too.
āWeaknessesā
Heās reckless beyond all reason. And a jerk. This has a tendency to win him enemies pretty easily. Should he ever form attachments to anyone, it would be extremely dangerous for that other person, full stop. Heās so used to belittling other people that he tends to underestimate them as a rule.
History
āHomeā
Heās got several homes, actually, including one with an actual front lawn for kids to get caught playing on and threatened with a shotgun- wellā¦ an angry-looking fist-shake, anyway. Mostly, though, he lives in his penthouse suite in one of the fancy high-rise buildings on the nice end of town.
āHistoryā
Alejandroās life wasnāt always as glamorous and dangerous as it is nowadays. His Peruvian childhood, son of a nonnative documentary filmmaker and anthropologist mother and laborer/musician father, was pretty normal for the poverty-stricken, second-world at best slum he lived in, while mom tried to lobby the government and dad just tried to feed everyone. He was the oldest child in his family, and reckless even then, always inventing new and perilous games for himself and the other children to play.
Oddly enough, it was while playing chicken with the cars on a major highway (yeah, heās surprised it didnāt kill him, too) that he was discovered by the first talent agent. Something about the kid just screamed star material, or more likely exploitation opportunity, and though his mother protested, she was convinced that if he became famous, it would draw national attention to the plight or Peruās poor, blah, blah, blah, bull. But it didnāt matter. He was sucked in anyway, and became one of the few child actors that ever transitioned successfully into the adult world. He wasnāt half-bad at it, either, and was nominated for a few awards.
This was all before the accident. Alejandro had never really lost the same reckless streak that caused him to tease death at the age of six, and it was hardly a surprise to many when a stunt for a movie went horribly wrong and he plummeted from some scaffolding for a chase scene two hundred meters onto the concrete below. What was surprising is that he got up a minute later, completely unharmed. Not one nick or scratch.
From that moment onward, he ceased to age entirely. His powers had been activated, and there was no going back. Gradually, he withdrew from the spotlight, unsure what he should do with this information, and watched his friends and family grow old and die while he remained unchanging, ever the same.
It wasnāt a pleasant experience, and he grew weary of the world, simply wanting to die himself. Human beings, he firmly believes, are not meant to live beyond their allotted seventy to one-hundred years, but Alejandro himself has no choice in the matter. Itās made him bitter, resentful, and envious of those with normal lifespans, to the point that he tends to mock everyone he meets ruthlessly. At some point, he decided to do whatever it took to die, and began a new and lucrative career as a death-defying stuntman, in the hope that one day, something really would kill him. In the meantime, heās rolling in the dough, and living as well as his cynical attitude will let him.
He moonlights as a vigilante, fascinated with death and only too willing to visit it upon scum. He doesnāt kill kids, and he doesnāt kill innocents, but honestly, murderers, rapists, and gangsters are all fair game. Heās earned the moniker āReaperā because those that see him die, almost without exception, and honestly, most people arenāt even sure if heās real or not. For the most part, though, Alejandro Vasquez is your typical, run-of-the-mill immortal daredevil millionaire douchebag.
Just stay the hell off his lawn.