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PLAYER
Player name: tsu
Contact: boldly / brat#7999 @ discord
Characters currently in-game: none!

CHARACTER
Character Name: Dante ( no canon last name, so we can just go with 'douchebag', right? )
Character Age: No canon age either … sigh but I've always assumed him to be early - mid twenties
Canon: DmC: Devil May Cry
Canon Point: Post-game
History: A handy-dandy Wiki link — though if for some reason it isn't enough I'll be happy as a clam to ramble incessantly about literally everything he went through throughout the course of the game.
Personality:

bad day for a hangover.

Where to start? I guess we could begin by saying that to say that Dante is full of himself would be like saying that the sun is hot. That grass is green. That demons are generally bad. ( He answers a knock to his trailer door butt naked, for crying out loud. Of course, that might just be his complete and total lack of modesty talking. But we'll talk about that later. Maybe. )

To analyze his exterior, it's pretty much what you see is what you get. He's very rarely without a cocky little smirk or an eyeroll, whether in irritation or mocking the fact that someone is trying to explain something to him that he thinks he already understands. ( Or doesn't much care to, either way. He does this to Vergil all the damn time – it's a wonder his brother can ever get a word in edgewise. ) Pair that with a penchant for coming up with a smart-assed comment regardless of whether or not it's justified, and you've got a pretty textbook case of your average punk, a little shit that thinks he knows everything and is more than happy to prove that he does whether you want him to or not.

And whether he actually knows a damn bit of what he's talking about or not, to boot. "Cocksure" is a good adverb to use here. I think I'll do that. Cocksure, smug, self-assured to a level that only ever comes from someone that has never really had to work very hard for anything before in their lives, never been told 'no' and had it stick. He thinks he owns the ground he walks on, the space he occupies and it might be the fact that he believes it all that it works for him.

Until someone manages to come along and call his bluff, though there haven't been many instances in which that's actually happened. He might not come off as all that intimidating to the demons he stares down and ultimately tears into, but that doesn't mean he doesn't try. ( It also doesn't mean it doesn't work, either. )

what in the shitting hell is going on here?

He has one hell of a mouth on him. And he doesn't ever bother censoring himself, not that anyone should expect it from him in the first place. He'll be the first to say what's on his mind – it doesn't matter what it is, if it's completely contradictory to anything anyone else has said. Opinions are like assholes, as they say. Everyone has one, and he has enough for the entire planet at some times. He's going to say what he has to say even if no one is listening, but chances are there's at least one person out there intrigued just a tiny bit by something cooked up in that brain of his.

Even if it's not the smartest thing. Not the brightest crayon in the box, this one, but he's not stupid, either. He can just occasionally be a little slow on the uptake and it'll take him a minute to catch up – or, if you're talking technology or using big words he doesn't understand, he might ask you to run it by him again. Just to make sure he gets it all. ( And then he'll think about it some more to himself, break it up and pick it apart into smaller, more manageable pieces. But don't you dare tell Vergil that. That motherfucker isn't smarter than him at all. )

i didn't ask for your help.

He's a loner. Both by choice and circumstance, he's more than content with his lifestyle of taking a couple of ladies home for the night and waking up to find them gone in the morning. ( And quite possibly with a note written in lipstick on his arm for him to ~call them~. Wild nights, man. Maybe fighting demons with one hell of a hangover is kiiiind of worth it sometimes. ) It means not forming attachments, which means not having to worry about caring about someone other than himself – not having to worry about whether or not the people around him are who, or what they say they are.

Lemme tell ya – finding out as a child that you're surrounded by evil, surrounded by those with the intention to harm you when they should be protecting you is a real kick in the teeth. And does wonders for your trust issues. ( By which I mean, of course, that it ends up with a young nephilim that would rather keep himself isolated than risk putting himself in the hands of someone that could ultimately betray him.

It also means that once this young nephilim begins to take a stand against the demons that surround him, he begins to question whether or not he can still call himself human. One hell of a question to ask yourself, huh? Sheesh. Just because you're surrounded by demons doesn't mean you are one yourself, Dante. )

He also has a problem with authority. Like, no. Seriously. Fuck the police.

i never asked for your help, but you gave it, and i appreciate it. i trust you.
you can trust me, too.

Now, while he likes to act like he doesn't care about anything other than himself – and initially, that might have been true – the shifts in his personality really begin to come to light the further the game progresses. The moment he learns about his past, remembers the things that Sparda hid from both him and his twin brother, it's pretty clear that he wants to do something about Mundus. Not only for having killed his mother and sentenced his father to an eternity of torture, but to end his reign of tyranny altogether. Because no one deserves to have that much power, much less a dickless sack of shit that prides himself far too much in wreaking any and all kind of hell he can muster up.

He doesn't only fight to slay demons for himself. Not anymore – not once he realizes what it will mean if the world is free of demons once and for all. ( Even if it doesn't quite work in his favor … or, rather, it might have worked if he didn't have a deluded twin brother hell-bent on ruling humankind on his own. "We won't enslave our subjects," he says. That's a crock of bullshit and you both know it. Get off your high horse and stop huffing whatever it is you've been huffing. You're on drugs, brother. )

The point is that he evolves from someone who is completely self-serving to something more, even if by the end of the whole ordeal he claims not to know who he is anymore. He nearly kills his own flesh and blood just to keep him from taking over in Mundus' place, having been unable to persuade him to change his mind – but it's Kat's reassurance that ultimately talks him into some of that old self-assurance that he's had with him for so long. Sure, he might still have a foul mouth and try to get away with ridiculously cheesy one-liners, he might still think he's god's gift to women and occasionally have the attention span of a gnat, but he grows into something so much more than he probably ever thought he would be.

Because caring about people is a difficult business, as is taking responsibility for your own actions, owning up to them and taking the fall when things don't pan out – but once he's decided on something, had it cemented in his mind? You can bet your ass he's going to make sure it happens.

And he'll be entirely unrepentant the whole way down.

i chose my path, and i lived by it. and after all that anger, violence and death, you have to dig deep
deep into your own heart, to see if you're still sane. or if you can still call yourself
h u m a n .

Inventory: ✯ the clothes on his back
✯ a pendant his mother gave him as a child
✯ a pair of pistols, Ebony & Ivory
✯ Rebellion, a sword given to him by Sparda and tied to his heritage as nephilim — which also means it's capable of shifting into different weapons based on whatever Dante needs

additional weapon forms:
✯ Arbiter — demonic … axe-hammer
✯ Osiris — angelic scythe
✯ Eryx — demonic gauntlets
✯ Aquila — angelic shuriken

✯ a sweet as hell shotgun, Revenant
✯ a falling-apart leather wallet with a couple of dollar bills and probably some scribbled phone numbers on bits of paper stuffed in it
✯ orange tic-tacs
✯ a perpetual smirk and a bad attitude

Abilities: Abilities and strengths are … speculative. ( Does being a little punk brat for most of his life count? No really. It's a legit question. ) As a nephilim, he has the strength of both an angel and a demon, and this results in his ability to use both Angel and Demon weapons. Basically, it amounts to the fact that he can use any type of weapon he chooses, whether it's a sword or a gun, or a giant battle axe-looking thing that knocks the absolute shit out of anything it comes into contact with. ( He can summon any of these weapons at will, and generally has one of each weapon-type equipped at all times – one Angel, one Demon and one firearm – while the others remain dormant. ) He's agile, quick on his feet, which makes evading incoming attacks all the easier – but there will always be the occasional oh shit I wasn't paying attention moment where he gets knocked flat on his ass, and when that happens, it just pisses him off. Which means you had better get the fuck out of the way.

Being a hybrid as he is also means that he heals far more quickly than a human would, with most wounds pulling themselves back together in a matter of minutes. Bullets don't do much damage, and there isn't much of anything that he can't recover from as long as he's given the chance to let himself heal. ( Like. A constant barrage of being knocked around and sliced open might not bode too well for him, but for the most part, he'd just call it a scratch and keep right on going. )

There is also his Devil Trigger, which, when activated, effectively slows time down around him and leaves enemies vulnerable to all kinds of attacks – even ones they were invulnerable to before. ( And let me tell you, taking down a Dreamrunner with Devil Trigger activated is a hell of a lot easier than doing a little dance of evade-smack-evade-smack-RUNTHEFUCKAWAYBEFOREHEHITSBACK. ) Physical attacks in general are much stronger, and certain weapons will do more damage than they otherwise would.

Flaws:
✯ have we mentioned his problem with authority? fuck the police, and not in the fun, sexy way
✯ generally has no clue when to shut his mouth, especially when he's cursing up a storm or just ... mouthing off in a very general, basic sense ( aka any and every way he could possibly make a situation worse, he'll inevitably do, and most of the time not on purpose )
✯ he kinda dumb, and while that isn't a flaw in and of itself it has a tendency to make him act rashly instead of pausing long enough to think things through
✯ which means he's incredibly impulsive and has a tendency to completely overlook thinking about the repercussions of his actions
✯ blunt / rude / ain't-give-a-shit all tend to exist within his everyday interactions
✯ lil' bit full of himself ( one thing he and vergil have in common besides being twins: they're both egomaniacs )
✯ probably never eaten a vegetable in his entire life, and the tomato sauce on pizza absolutely does not count

SAMPLES
Action Log Sample:✯ a super-fuckin'-old thread from forestcovered but i remembered it existed and needed to share
✯ but here he is on the tdm