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Rose, Ami, Red
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Oz Vessalius || Pandora Hearts
Ambrose
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Oz Vessalius || Pandora Hearts
โ Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. โ
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Ambrose has a long scar situated on his chest, right over his heart. He has small puncture scars on his arm, partly from the needles they used to inject him with and partly because of the times he bit down on them in pain. His barcode tattoo is on his upper arm.
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Judging by first appearances alone, Ambrose looked like an ordinary child, nothing more, nothing less. His skinny frame only added to his vulnerable look, and he is the least person you would suspect to be a capable killing machine. He doesn't even have many oddities on him, his personality cheerful and eager to please, much like one would expect of a child his age. However, one look into his emotionless eyes speaks volumes about his hidden self. While they are usually a deep forest green, they are obscured with the blood red fog of violence when he fights. There is no mercy in them, no pain or regret in the act of killing. It nearly appears as though he isn't human any longer, just a machine rigidly carrying set orders.
Despite all that, Ambrose still keeps a warm smile on his face, hardly showing his capability for violence and bloodshed. Ambrose usually dresses in whatever they give him, strictly obedient and hardly showing any resistance to what they tell him to do. He carries out his attacks with the vengeance of an unleashed and hungry beast, but with frightening accuracy. However, since his clothes constantly gets ruined, Ambrose has opted for a long coat, sturdy and easily washed for the bloodstains that might stain it.
5'5
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Forest green
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Ambrose has a long scar situated on his chest, right over his heart. He has small puncture scars on his arm, partly from the needles they used to inject him with and partly because of the times he bit down on them in pain. His barcode tattoo is on his upper arm.
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Judging by first appearances alone, Ambrose looked like an ordinary child, nothing more, nothing less. His skinny frame only added to his vulnerable look, and he is the least person you would suspect to be a capable killing machine. He doesn't even have many oddities on him, his personality cheerful and eager to please, much like one would expect of a child his age. However, one look into his emotionless eyes speaks volumes about his hidden self. While they are usually a deep forest green, they are obscured with the blood red fog of violence when he fights. There is no mercy in them, no pain or regret in the act of killing. It nearly appears as though he isn't human any longer, just a machine rigidly carrying set orders.
Despite all that, Ambrose still keeps a warm smile on his face, hardly showing his capability for violence and bloodshed. Ambrose usually dresses in whatever they give him, strictly obedient and hardly showing any resistance to what they tell him to do. He carries out his attacks with the vengeance of an unleashed and hungry beast, but with frightening accuracy. However, since his clothes constantly gets ruined, Ambrose has opted for a long coat, sturdy and easily washed for the bloodstains that might stain it.
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โ Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape. โ
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โฅ Books || It's hard to imagine anything different from the things he sees day after day, so books are a pleasant respite for Ambrose once the killings get too monotonous for him. It is somewhat comforting to think that there is something different from the wreck of what he calls life, and it gives him the motivation to push on.
โฅ Sleep || If nothing, snoozing is definitely one of his favourite ways to spend his free time. He can simply rest his head on his arms anywhere and doze off immediately. His dreams are not devoid of the bloodshed he has been exposed to at a young age, but Ambrose had long gotten used to the constant night terrors to hope for a better dream.
โฅ Food || There is a fixed amount of nutrients needed for one to survive, but Ambrose often eats more than that, enjoying the taste of food and the satisfying feeling when you are full. Hunger is something that he doesn't ever want to experience.
โฅ Color || Anything other than the bright red he sees being spilled daily refreshes his mind.
โฅ Books || It's hard to imagine anything different from the things he sees day after day, so books are a pleasant respite for Ambrose once the killings get too monotonous for him. It is somewhat comforting to think that there is something different from the wreck of what he calls life, and it gives him the motivation to push on.
โฅ Sleep || If nothing, snoozing is definitely one of his favourite ways to spend his free time. He can simply rest his head on his arms anywhere and doze off immediately. His dreams are not devoid of the bloodshed he has been exposed to at a young age, but Ambrose had long gotten used to the constant night terrors to hope for a better dream.
โฅ Food || There is a fixed amount of nutrients needed for one to survive, but Ambrose often eats more than that, enjoying the taste of food and the satisfying feeling when you are full. Hunger is something that he doesn't ever want to experience.
โฅ Color || Anything other than the bright red he sees being spilled daily refreshes his mind.
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โ Progress just means bad things happen faster.โ
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โฆ Blood || It's sticky, disgusting, and a pain to clean off if it dries on clothing. Why one would like that annoying liquid is a mystery Ambrose has yet to crack.
โฆ Needles || Not so much as to have a lasting fear of them, but needles are definitely something he wants to stay away from. They inject him with hypodermic needles once he is deemed as being disobedient, so Ambrose follows orders for as far as he could.
โฆ Hunger The genes he shares with a python allows him to go on for weeks without food, but that doesn't mean Ambrose has to like the gnawing feeling of hunger.
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Heart "It might come as no surprise, but Ambrose was born with a heart that didn't function as it was supposed to. Injecting him with advanced DNA and other genes to boost his heart didn't work, so they built him an entirely new one, made of metal and running on electrical charges that force the blood to pulse around his body. Ambrose still needs to charge it for a whole day every week, so that it won't stop.
EmotionsAmbrose always had a hard time understanding and feeling it, no matter how he tried he couldn't feel emotions as others can. He can pretend to be cheerful all the time, but in reality emotions are a foreign subject to him. Personally, Ambrose blames it on the fact that he has a metal heart that cannot feel love, but the true reasons are unknown as of yet.
Mentality' When his green eyes gives in to the red mist, there is no holding Ambrose back from battle. It is as though he gets taken over by another person, his actions wild and uncontrolled. There is nothing holding him back any longer, and he destroys everything in sight.
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โฆ Orders]"Ambrose has spent his years being told what to do and trying to complete his missions perfectly, now that he has been 'set free' and forced to think for himself he has no way of knowing what he was supposed to do except for his primeval instincts for survival."
โฆ Weak"Though it is virtually not possible to kill him by stopping his heart, it might stop at any second without charging it weekly. That said, he had to go through several surgeries as well, and the drug intake to keep his mentality stable and his body functions healthy has made him quite dependant on the pills."
โฆ Insensitive"Ambrose isn't one to pick up the feelings of others, due to his inability to feel those emotions himself. He often speaks bluntly even if he means no ill will."
โฆ Mentality"He is far from stable, with his personality changing drastically alongside with the color of his eyes."
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โฅ Fighting"In both sides, Ambrose is good at fighting. He usually battles with deadly precision and technique when his eyes are green and he was following specific orders on what to eradication, and though he doesn't plan much when they shift to red the boy makes up for it with brute strength and speed, simply slicing up his opponent without pause until they are dead."
โฅ Body"Ambrose has the ability to make his body function several times faster and stronger than most, simply by making his heart beat faster, supplying more blood to his limbs. It tires him out gradually, but he uses it as a boost. "
โฅ Pain"After so many operations and experiments, the senses for pain on Ambrose has dulled considerably, and he can and will go on fighting despite heavy injuries."
โฅ Amber"Or what he calls his darker side. Ambrose dissociates himself from the violence in his actions, but there is no doubt that Amber is capable of mass destruction, being strong and fast. Once he is unleashed, Amber doesn't stop destroying whatever he sees until he was forcefully detained or put to sleep."
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Identity Ambrose doesn't want to lose his identity, even if his only one is that of a monster. It was all he had left, and though he has tried to build one for himself by giving himself a name, it was hard to determine his true personality due to his inability to feel emotions.
Feelings It is in human nature to fear the unknown, and for Ambrose feelings are the scariest things of them all.
InsectsIt's almost funny how much he gets frightened by them, but both Ambrose and Amber freezes up involuntarily before triggering their flight reaction.
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โ No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away... โ
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Cheerful and polite. That is the impression most people would get from Ambrose at first sight, the child with a warm smile on his face and kind words for those who need it. He stands out quite obviously from most other subjects who had a distrust of the world with his friendly nature and open personality, always trying to help others and expecting nothing in return. It is not uncommon to feel comfortable around Ambrose, as he rarely judges people just based on what they show him. He doesn't fight when they try experiments on him or when he was punished for his wrongdoings, he simply takes it in silently without protest. He was one of the most well behaved subjects, blindly following instructions and rules without a single sign of rebellion. In fact, if one observes closer it was as though Ambrose was a robot himself, always following what others ask him to do and never doing anything on his own.
Despite his cheery exterior, hidden behind his forest green eyes is the darkness of quiet despair. His world has been made up of blood and hurt, Ambrose had long given up any hope for escape, so he simply succumbed to what he has known as his fate. The adults wanted a machine that would do their dirty work for them, fight without mercy, killing with no doubts or questions asked. Ambrose was the result, beholden to no one since his birth, along with his inability to feel and understand others. He takes no joy in killing, yet feels no guilt either. All he had was his identity, and they gave him the one of a monster. It was something that had been drilled into again and again until it had become a fact to the boy, believing in whatever they said completely. That had given him many doubts as of what they were doing now. The adults told him that he just needed to follow instructions and be a good boy, that he didn't have to think of the people he was killing while he attacked them. Ambrose was punished for not following rules and for disobeying his orders, yet now they were telling him to think for himself. The identity of the monster they had told him he was was going to be taken away from him as well, and Ambrose doesn't know what to think of that.
Yet, even if he had been the most successful subject in becoming what the adults wanted, you cannot force a person to act like a machine completely. Amber was the hidden side of his personality, born from the hurt Ambrose has for this place and its suffocating rules. He is the complete opposite of Ambrose, brash and confident, prone to aggression at the slightest offence. Amber usually comes out when Ambrose is under stress, holding the emotions that Ambrose doesn't have the capability to feel and waging his rage against anything that comes in his path. While Ambrose was the mindless killing machine the adults aimed to create, Amber was the monster he could have become, with an appetite for destruction and incredible strength and speed. When their personalities alternate, Ambrose has no idea of ever being Amber, only blacking out when he was stopped and waking up to find the destruction that has happened when the two were switched. That said, Ambrose does know of Amber's existence through the whispers in the back of his mind, chiding him for giving in and encouraging him to inflict the same pain that he himself had to go through.
Cheerful and polite. That is the impression most people would get from Ambrose at first sight, the child with a warm smile on his face and kind words for those who need it. He stands out quite obviously from most other subjects who had a distrust of the world with his friendly nature and open personality, always trying to help others and expecting nothing in return. It is not uncommon to feel comfortable around Ambrose, as he rarely judges people just based on what they show him. He doesn't fight when they try experiments on him or when he was punished for his wrongdoings, he simply takes it in silently without protest. He was one of the most well behaved subjects, blindly following instructions and rules without a single sign of rebellion. In fact, if one observes closer it was as though Ambrose was a robot himself, always following what others ask him to do and never doing anything on his own.
Despite his cheery exterior, hidden behind his forest green eyes is the darkness of quiet despair. His world has been made up of blood and hurt, Ambrose had long given up any hope for escape, so he simply succumbed to what he has known as his fate. The adults wanted a machine that would do their dirty work for them, fight without mercy, killing with no doubts or questions asked. Ambrose was the result, beholden to no one since his birth, along with his inability to feel and understand others. He takes no joy in killing, yet feels no guilt either. All he had was his identity, and they gave him the one of a monster. It was something that had been drilled into again and again until it had become a fact to the boy, believing in whatever they said completely. That had given him many doubts as of what they were doing now. The adults told him that he just needed to follow instructions and be a good boy, that he didn't have to think of the people he was killing while he attacked them. Ambrose was punished for not following rules and for disobeying his orders, yet now they were telling him to think for himself. The identity of the monster they had told him he was was going to be taken away from him as well, and Ambrose doesn't know what to think of that.
Yet, even if he had been the most successful subject in becoming what the adults wanted, you cannot force a person to act like a machine completely. Amber was the hidden side of his personality, born from the hurt Ambrose has for this place and its suffocating rules. He is the complete opposite of Ambrose, brash and confident, prone to aggression at the slightest offence. Amber usually comes out when Ambrose is under stress, holding the emotions that Ambrose doesn't have the capability to feel and waging his rage against anything that comes in his path. While Ambrose was the mindless killing machine the adults aimed to create, Amber was the monster he could have become, with an appetite for destruction and incredible strength and speed. When their personalities alternate, Ambrose has no idea of ever being Amber, only blacking out when he was stopped and waking up to find the destruction that has happened when the two were switched. That said, Ambrose does know of Amber's existence through the whispers in the back of his mind, chiding him for giving in and encouraging him to inflict the same pain that he himself had to go through.
โ There are times in life when people must know when not to let go.โ
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Trevor Sterling || 34 || Father || Unknown || Unknown, Presumed Dead
Shirley Sterling || 32 || Mother || Unknown || Unknown, Presumed Dead
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Ambrose's beginnings were of a different kind. His parents left him for dead, seeing no hope in their child even if he were to survive with his weakened heart and simply handing him over to the facility without a word said. He was an unwanted child, and he died on the operating table as they tried to tamper with his DNA for it to resemble the one of snakes, with the strength of a python and the venom that will kill in seconds. The injection didn't work, but instead of wasting valuable data they built him a new heart, one made out of completely metal and machine. It was one of the first times such technology was tried on a human body, and Ambrose wasn't expected to survive. However, he did, with the crushing strength and poison in his blood the DNA gave him access to. And from then on, he was given a barcode, the possession of the facility. Ambrose was trained to be what the facility always wanted, a soldier with immense power that followed orders mindlessly. He had no attachments since he was younger, his inability to understand feelings causing him to distance himself from the other subjects. It was only after he knew what smiling was all about that he began to get along, obedient and considerate. His words, despite being insensitive at times, never did carry any harm and unlike most subjects Ambrose earnestly wanted to help out. However, he was always painfully aware of his 'true identity'. The facility told Ambrose that he was a monster, so he never doubted for one second that he wasn't one. Ambrose believed that he was made to be used, to destroy things without question, and the times when he did try to resist he was duly punished. The sense of hope that a young child will have soon gave in to despair when the war begun, and Ambrose became a model example of what the facility always wanted.
The war was when Amber was made, starting as an imaginary friend who understood the things Ambrose was going through. For once, the feelings Amber was voicing out surprised him, Ambrose had never heard someone describe so much rage this accurately. Amber always listened, always understood Ambrose's words. Amber promised that he would protect them both. It was only when Ambrose was nearly fatally wounded that the adults witnessed the existence of Amber however, as the boy's eyes flashed red, rushing through the battlefield in a bloody massacre of friend and foe alike. Only after several more casualties did they manage to secure him and put him to sleep, and when he awoke again his eyes were green once more. Ambrose has no idea what he did, but the facility members had become more alert since that day, with tranquillisers on hand that they used whenever Ambrose was deemed to be slipping from control.
When the war was over, Ambrose was an obvious pick for reformation. He acted perfectly and behaved well despite the rare occasions when Amber appears, it was easy to see him living in a peaceful world.
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Trevor Sterling || 34 || Father || Unknown || Unknown, Presumed Dead
Shirley Sterling || 32 || Mother || Unknown || Unknown, Presumed Dead
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Ambrose's beginnings were of a different kind. His parents left him for dead, seeing no hope in their child even if he were to survive with his weakened heart and simply handing him over to the facility without a word said. He was an unwanted child, and he died on the operating table as they tried to tamper with his DNA for it to resemble the one of snakes, with the strength of a python and the venom that will kill in seconds. The injection didn't work, but instead of wasting valuable data they built him a new heart, one made out of completely metal and machine. It was one of the first times such technology was tried on a human body, and Ambrose wasn't expected to survive. However, he did, with the crushing strength and poison in his blood the DNA gave him access to. And from then on, he was given a barcode, the possession of the facility. Ambrose was trained to be what the facility always wanted, a soldier with immense power that followed orders mindlessly. He had no attachments since he was younger, his inability to understand feelings causing him to distance himself from the other subjects. It was only after he knew what smiling was all about that he began to get along, obedient and considerate. His words, despite being insensitive at times, never did carry any harm and unlike most subjects Ambrose earnestly wanted to help out. However, he was always painfully aware of his 'true identity'. The facility told Ambrose that he was a monster, so he never doubted for one second that he wasn't one. Ambrose believed that he was made to be used, to destroy things without question, and the times when he did try to resist he was duly punished. The sense of hope that a young child will have soon gave in to despair when the war begun, and Ambrose became a model example of what the facility always wanted.
The war was when Amber was made, starting as an imaginary friend who understood the things Ambrose was going through. For once, the feelings Amber was voicing out surprised him, Ambrose had never heard someone describe so much rage this accurately. Amber always listened, always understood Ambrose's words. Amber promised that he would protect them both. It was only when Ambrose was nearly fatally wounded that the adults witnessed the existence of Amber however, as the boy's eyes flashed red, rushing through the battlefield in a bloody massacre of friend and foe alike. Only after several more casualties did they manage to secure him and put him to sleep, and when he awoke again his eyes were green once more. Ambrose has no idea what he did, but the facility members had become more alert since that day, with tranquillisers on hand that they used whenever Ambrose was deemed to be slipping from control.
When the war was over, Ambrose was an obvious pick for reformation. He acted perfectly and behaved well despite the rare occasions when Amber appears, it was easy to see him living in a peaceful world.
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