Antoine Louverture

❛❛ Faucheuse "

Antoine Louverture

32 || asexual || male || villian

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE
✔
-Incredible Willpower
-Unwavering Focus
-Quiet Leadership
-Self-aware
-Level Headed

NEGATIVE
✖
-Perfectionist
-Obsessive
-Socially Awkward
-Emotionally Cold
-Nihilist
-PTSD
-Highly Delusional

LIKES
✔
-Calming Music
-Lists
-Training
-Cold Foods (Literally lets food get cold)
-Reading

DISLIKES
✖
-Hot Foods (if he burns his mouth, a massacre might happen)
-Heroes
-General cheeriness, or joy
-Being unfocused or idle
-Disorganization

PERSONALITY
Antoine is a man of discipline. Born and raised in the military, since youth, organization, punctuality and duty were mainstays of his life. Despite being on the other side of the law, these foundations still hold true for the man. He is like tempered steel, sturdy and stable, yet sharp enough to cut. In spite of his outlook on life and his goal as a "usurper", he goes by a strict code of honor. Killing young ones and civilians isn't in him, however, a weakling, or ill-equipped combatant on the battlefield, shall be reduced to mince.

Despite not having the skills of a social butterfly, people are allured to his stern consistency, like the incessant buzzing fly around the head of a lion focused on it's prey. Perhaps, it's his humor, which unbeknownst to most is quite good. More aptly described as sharp, cold wit, his remarks are blunt and deadpan, but their comedic value can't be undermined.

There is a goal in mind and Antoine plans on reaching this goal, no matter the cost or obstacle. He is very much enthralled with this idea of igniting a new, fair system for the world to be governed by. That's why he considers himself a usurper, he doesn't want to be king, but is prepared to do what it takes to initiate new governorship, no matter how futile it is.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 1.905 M (6'3")
WEIGHT: 95.254 kgs (210 lbs.)
HAIR/STYLE: Akin to a lion's mane, the budding villian's locks are thick and frame his visage well. Stark raven, his unruly mane stretches to his mid-back. Antoine's angular face is bordered by a trimmed beard and moustache that accentuates his exotic features.
SKIN/SCARS: A Frenchman of Mediterranean/Gulf of Africa heritage, the revolutionary has swarthy, thick, olive colored skin. A man of war, his body holds many scars, and battle reminders, but none have graced his face; a point of pride for the warrior.
EYES: His eyes are shaped like thin slits and his pupils are like dark pools of obsidian.
NOTABLES: Voice Actor: Said Tahgmoui

The villian known as Faucheuse is an intimidating figure. Whether it be his imposing height, long dark hair, or his icy steel glare, folks tend to feel a sense of foreboding about him. 

Despite this, Antoine is a handsome man, with severe, sharp features. Usually, he can be found in practical, ultimately forgettable clothing. Always black, his combination of trench coats, fitted slacks and cotton tees, is very plain. 

This warrior's twenties were rough and you can tell. Despite being only thirty two, there are defined stress lines in the man's face, and if he were to be nude, the scars riddling his body would be like a map. 

All in all, Louverture is tall, dark and handsome, but you're much better off seeing, than approaching.

HISTORY

I ask you. What is the meaning of life? I know, it's quite cliche, and unanswerable, yet it's a question I pose to you anyway. I've been here, living, for thirty two years, and you know what I've found? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I wish there was some kind of esoteric conclusion that sets you on a right path would've been my answer, but it's not. That answer, that path, doesn't exist. 

Since birth, in Marseille, France, I've been familiar with death. My mother died during childbirth, which in a way is quite oxymoronic, she gave her life, giving me life. Without her presence, I didn't know love, well I did, but not the one shoved in our faces from ridiculous movies, and frivolous holidays. I knew the love of pain, drilled into me through strikes training, and when that wasn't enough, overtraining. 

My father was a military man, all edges, not an ounce of something you could call soft on him. He raised me in the traditional way, as the world around us changed and modernized. There were wars that needed winning, so by the time I was fifteen, I was flung into battle, under my father's leadership. 

Again, I met face to face with death, and this time, we became acquainted over and over. Those around me, those against me, Death welcomed them all indiscriminately. I numbed to it, and soon began to revel in it. I was too good at it honestly, because soon, there were no more wars, but I was still a warrior. Death had been a friend, and I wanted to meet with it again. 

So began my work as a mercenary. A death dealer for hire, traversing the globe bringing Death more and more folks to embrace. My reputation began to precede me, "the Grim Reaper, that's what they called me. Also that reminds me, I know you've been dying to know what Faucheuse means, obviously it's French for Grim Reaper. It went this way for a while, that was until I realized, that like those inconsolable buffoons on television, I also had been gifted with what was called a "Quirk", what a horrendous name. 

It was a curious power, yet it was one that suit me. With this Obsidian, I could craft knives, axes, spears, saws, whatever I wanted honestly. But then it got me think, how could so many "heroes" and governments that employed them, blessed with such extraordinary powers, not do enough to change this world? That Death was still so busy made no sense. Angels, gods, and deities now littered the world, yet nothing had changed. 

So I guess I'll be the one to change it. Death has feasted enough. On my journey, I'm sure to send more to The Gallows, but it'll be for the best, someone has to take action. I've been to Japan many times, but as one of the world's pillars in hero conduct, I shall begin here.

With that, we return to my original question. In my younger days, I would've said the point of life was to die, but now I know better. Now I know that the point of life is to give Death the finger, and I plan to provide the biggest fuck you ever.