Vitale Demato De Cordoba
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Vitale Demato De Cordoba
| NAME Vitale Demato ALIAS Cordoba, Vi, Tali AGE 30 DATE OF BIRTH Jan/01/2552 GENDER Male | PLAY BY Karl Urban SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Hates all with Equal Opportunity OCCUPATION Private Contractor PLACE OF BIRTH Cordoba, Greenleaf/Currently a Spacer |
HEIGHT
6'1"
WEIGHT
205 Lbs.
HAIR
Brown and slightly unkempt. Facial hair same and shorn on occasion. Usually some stubble though. Who shaves nowadays?
EYE COLOR
BrownPHYSICAL BUILD
Muscularish/Average
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
None other than scars. He has them across his body in different places. Each comes with a tail of pain, and none are very entertaining.
GENERAL APPEARANCE
He's pretty average really. The only thing that makes Vi stand out is that piece on his side, Vitale carries a Walther P99 with him morning, noon and night. He is never without it.
CLOTHING STYLE
Vitale has but one item of clothing that he cares about, and that is his coat. He served as Alliance in the war and this many decades old tradition, is his way to 'Stick it to the man', though, I wouldn't bring that up.
LIKES Vitale is about as simple as a man can get when it comes to the joys of life.
DISLIKES None of this would nessisarily get you killed, but you're likely to get punched...
QUIRKS/HABITS
FEARS
| STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
TALENTS/ABILITIES
SECRETS
ASPIRATIONS
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
You ever heard the term "Circumstances do not make the man, it reveals him to himself"? Yeah, neither has Vitale. He liked Bonaparte more, "Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." Anytime you think this guy isn't watching, think again. He looks to see what you're saying, and what you're doing. It doesn't mean Tali wants to turn on his comrades, just, seeing what you're about. If he doesn't like what he sees, he won't knife you in the back, but he might not stop the next guy...
| FATHER Boras Demato MOTHER Candy (No other name on record) SIBLINGS None that he knows of. OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES None that he knows of. | SIGNIFICANT OTHER None that he knows of...  CHILDREN None that he knows of.  OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS Roger Davis Desmond Matheson Abigail Gunn Mr. Huan PETS None, he's sure of this. Well... there is Trux, and he's kinda a community dog on the ship so... okay, Trux then. A four year old, food thieving Münsterländer that poops in front of his door when Davis leaves his door closed for too long. |
[/div]BACKSTORY
Vitale was born in 2552 in the dead of winter in the town of Cordoba, Greenleaf to a whore who died during childbirth. Boras Demato was a smuggler who had no time for children, and so, Vitale was shipped off to an orphanage, lucky really, to still have air in his little lungs. Life in an orphanage leaves pitifully little to talk about. It was a lot of routine and keeping your mouth shut around adults while keeping it prominent while among your peers. Vitale learned to stay under the radar, and how to bruise people in ways that were not easily detected. In fact, the only thing of any interest to be said is that when you're eighteen you don't get to stay at the orphanage anymore, and Tali was never adopted.
That life, however, is but a poor memory these days. When Vitale turned eighteen he enlisted with the Alliance volunteer military to have a chance at some kind of life. He could read and write, and had a set of clothes when he went in, in twenty-five seventy. So, Vitale joined the Alliance Marines and served on the frigate Opinicus as ground-side strike crew and boarding repellent. He fought "Boots on Ground" on Hera back in the later parts seventy one and seventy two, during the Six Years War*. Most of the war was what you think: lots of fighting, lots of moving around. The 22nd had been moved to Hera in the city of Sepheras; grand total they were responsible for killing somewhere between nineteen hundred and two thousand enemy troops who surrendered and/or were too wounded to fight.
The last night Vitale spent as an Alliance Staff Sergeant, he watched his team lead kill two women hiding in a closet without cause. The men had become paid and legitimized killers. Nothing more. The war he'd joined to get away from the orphanage had become the worst imaginable kind to him, and he could no longer sleep at night or live with himself during the day. Tali waited until the push for the day ended, gathered his gear, and snuck out the back. It wasn't that simple, but in the end, he found a transport run by pirates and bartered his way off planet for the price of his military gear. Real uniforms went for high prices back then as the Union would buy identities to send moles and spies into the enemy lines. That was the price of Tali's freedom. So you might say that he payed with his life.
The ship dropped Tali off a few days later, where he stayed hopping one transport to the next, taking odd jobs that only required one skill. Vitale wasn't a murderer any more, but he was still a killer, and after the 22nd, his tolerance for a decent life had dropped considerably. He ended up on Persephone during the start of Minerva's problems. She was hiring out anyone with mercenary connections as muscle, and paying very well. Becoming a member of what was called the Íslendingur, otherwise known as Colt's thugs, which was led by Skjalda Björn.
In time, Björn proved to be less a tyrant and more of a teacher for Cordoba, and showed him that his life was the result of an oppressive government and weak citizenship accepting scraps as they came. Tali accepted all these things and more. In time Cordoba took to his mercenary calling more than he originally set out too and became known as Cordoba rather than his namesake. He saw more actual shooting combat as a merc than as a professional soldier and took real pleasure from it. In the end, all of the twisted crap Tali had seen in his life developed into a masochistic view of life and how life should be. In fact, this new life was so tempting, with women, booze, drugs and money, that Vitale was as close to falling into the life of a bastard killer himself... until the Syndicate moved into town.
The battle between the gangs was the bread and butter of every merc on Persephone, and there was no greater paying contracts than killing the Syndicate grunts. Some new up and coming yuppies who thought they'd stay working in Colt's territory. What should have been a fast contract with Tali getting to extort extra cash from the businesses in town, quickly turned into a bloody mess that carved out a stalemate on Eighth Street. It actually stood at the Houmine River which ran perpendicular to Eighth Street, but despite its official name, it was called the Eighth Street Bridge by just about everybody. It was so misappropriated by so many people, that advertisements were improperly labeled by some media, and referred to the dress store off the bridge as, "Just off the Eighth Street Bridge." There were a few things like that.
The Syndicate eventually committed more resources than Íslendingur did, and Vitale got to see the new generation of enforcers. All earlier Enforcers (the Syndicates version of the Íslendingur) they had met had been young and inexperienced and worse. It really had been just kids pulled off the streets, handed guns, and sent to die. But these new ones, they were dangerous, and never before had Vitale seen groups led so precisely. The rumored leader of the group, the mysterious Black Hand, was the tale of death itself, and none of Colt's Íslendingur seemed to know anything about him.
In the end, the Enforcers took the bridge and more. Vitale was held up in a restaurant, taking fire from all sides, when the last of his Íslendingur went down or left, and he was utterly alone. An old Chinese man stuck his head out of the kitchen door in the back of the store, down low to the ground on his hands and knees. He motioned Vitale to throw down his weapon and hide in the back with him. It was a gamble on both parts, but Vitale made his choice in the seconds he was afforded, threw down his red bandana, vest and pistol belt, but kept his rifle. He was almost to the door when a blonde woman came through with a group. The old man frantically explained that this was his white cook, and not overly smart, but with a heart of gold. He covered for Vitale without knowing him. And it saved his life.
That was the turning of the tides for Cordoba. The old man's name was Mr. Huan and he gave Vitale exactly what he said, a job as a cook. It was also the part of Tali's life that he spent in total sobriety. No drugs, no whores, no fighting. Well, minimal fighting, there were some Íslendingur who remembered Vitale's name and didn't remember him quitting, but that's another story. The old man got him off of a Red Peach addiction and showed him his first kind years in a lifetime of violence.
It wasn't some monk society, where he reformed and became a saint. Not at all. He was combative and constantly angry, but on a level he didn't show, he did form a bond to the man he hadn't previously known. Someone with no cause showing him favor and graciousness? It wasn't something Tali had looked for, and yet he'd received it blindly. In time, the life he'd been given changed again. Mister Huan started getting problems because he was hiding Tali, and the time for him to move on seemed close at hand. The problem was, Tali was a horrid cook, and the butt of many a joke from Huan, and his skill on a starship was near unusable on the ground. His only other trade was not only unmarketable, it was downright illegal. Unable to register as a mercenary anymore, branded a traitor to the Alliance, and hunted by Minerva's Íslendingur, all chances for a quiet or fruitful life seemed to be slipping away. Tali didn't want to leave Huan, but he couldn't stay. But he had nowhere to go. But fate it seemed, had one last opportunity for him after all...
Vitale foiled a robbery in Haun's shop without fear one lazy Persephonian afternoon, which led to his father figure retelling the over romanticized story once too often, which eventually captured the ears of one Brilee Gabriel. Gabriel was a major somebody in the Syndicate at the time, and is even bigger today, and would come by to pick up large orders for well over one hundred apparently hungry men, about once a week at that time. He eventually began to speak with Haun about the local hero, and through a rather lengthy time of interest, on top of many healthy recommendations, found himself working for the very people he'd actively killed some months earlier. Vitale was prepared by an unknown sect of this supposed gang known for being rich and angry, and he was prepared more thoroughly for combat than when he'd been in the military. This time is more thoroughly documented in the Peerless Chronicles. After his initial training was completed, Vitale was sharper than he'd ever been in his life, and was transferred to Captain Roger Horatio Davis for service.
Vitale quickly proved himself reliable, and has served with Davis and crew for two years faithfully. As a soldier, Vi lived in a world of torment, as a henchmen, he lived each day in self hate, as a cook, he lived each day in fear. For Davis, Vitale has finaly known his first years of peace. Not physical mind you, but peace of mind. Davis is perhaps the most honorable man Vi has ever known save Haun himself. Cordoba's official capacity on the ship is hard to label, since joining he's pretty much done everything that you can imagine doing, sans engineering. Among the crew, he's been seen as an advocate of practical jokes, hard work, and fearless plunges into danger. Davis uses him as the sharp end of the stick, but only aims him at those deserving of wrath, and for a man like Vitale, that's a breath of fresh air, in a world with only one goal. He's still killin folks, but the perspective changed, and at least for Vi, that's enough. Though the tale of his ship and her counterparts has not yet been finished, he lives each day fuller and sleeps each night through with serenity, knowing that he is actually making the Galaxy a safer... well, better place, through his everyday actions. Each day his crew becomes more like family, and each day they draw closer to their ultimate goal. These days are without doubt, the best days of his life thus far. Won't you join the fight and play alongside Vitale and the rest of our heroes in the next exciting episode! Shameless Plug!
(((Sub-note: The Six Years War, 2567-2573. This was a conflict between the Alliance and the Huang Long Union during an extremely short footnote in history when the Empire of Athens and the Alliance were actually engaged in traditional peace accords, with further alliance and possible re-unification on the table back in 2567. The primary agreement reach in the accords was that Athens would realign with the Alliance in return for the Alliance first assisting the Empire in stomping out the Huang Long Union. It all looked so easy on paper.
After six months of defeats and the threat of the Georgian Federation entering the conflict on the side of the Union, Athens pulled out of the hornets’ nest stirred up on Hera, and the Alliance was left to deal with the consequences alone in a long and ultimately doomed conflict. Most notably, the Alliance was accused of violating the Rules of war as laid out in their Londinium Convention while conducting offensive operations on the planet Hera.
The war ended as a three pronged defeat for the Alliance. First, the entire purpose for the war, Unification with the Empire, was not accomplished. Second, in a twist of fate, the war to reunite the ‘Verse was decided on the planet Hera. The Alliance took enormous casualties and sunk an incredible amount of treasure into the doomed conflict. Finally, after six years of hard fighting, the Alliance came out of the conflict with an even worse reputation than when it entered.
Since the Six Years War, in an attempt to save face the Alliance has paid out over seven hundred trillion credits in recompense, predominantly from the purse of Sihnon.)))[/ul]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Vitale fell away from people over the last few years. It wasn't really a choice, but more of a quirk of personality. The last thing he wanted was to be cut off from society, but he just seemed to reject the populace. Maybe he'd seen the light, maybe he was really beginning to understand that there was no such thing as winning. Maybe time simply wasn't on anyone's side, and dying was all people had left to look forward to. Maybe he was just an asshole...Whatever the problem was, the older he got, the less he seemed to care about the universe as a whole, and the more he tended to lean on the few he knew personally. It wasn't always this way. Once upon a time, Tali believed in the greater good. He used to care about the world, and how it prospered and thrived, or the lack there of. How many people were destroyed by the Alliance's vision of the future. How many people were like him? Huan came out of the shop and interrupted his smoke break to pull him back inside for an order. He didn't actually turn around, or start moving, but he did sort of, turn his head to the side and acknowledge the job calling.
Down the alley, this kid was sitting against the building. Little fella with brown hair and dirt on his face. Why did all kids in the streets have dirt on their faces? Where was the dirt? Did they find it and pat their faces with it to make people like Vitale burn with some desire to help them? His brown eyes tracked across the walls and fell into Tali's gaze. He didn't look away, and the kid didn't either. Haun called again from the store, sounding more persistent than usual. Vi exhaled a full lung of smoke, and stood up, flinging his butt down on the grate. He wiped his hands on the apron at his waist, and stared at the homeless kid for another second, until the kid looked away. Haun wrapped his knuckles on the wood of the screen door, and Vitale finally turned to walk inside. Poor kid would never find scraps in this alley. Yep.
Definitely an asshole.[/blockquote]
Roleplay Experience: Three wonderful weeks!!!!
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Other Characters on the Site: Likely more to come, lookin' at chu' Marco...
Preferred Method of Contact: Skype; Onasjknox No spaces. PM is fine too.
Anything else: Vitale wants to blow something up with an orbital strike one day. Just a BIG ASS EXPLOSION! Come on Dez. We gotta blow somefin' up!!
Password: GHPDWR
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