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Video Game Challenge:

[1/7] Male Characters→ Dante

This might seem really weird to you guys as to why I’m moving to the same blog. 

Reasons

So if ya wanna join my new Dante blog here ya go. 

This might seem really weird to you guys as to why I’m moving to the same blog. 

Reasons

So if ya wanna join my new Dante blog here ya go. 

This might seem really weird to you guys as to why I’m moving to the same blog. 

Reasons

So if ya wanna join my new Dante blog here ya go. 

based on (x)

“Just don’t make the mistake I did.”

“There’s always another mission. None of them are an excuse to make yourself an island.”

“I got a few scratches and dents. I hope they just give me character.”

“Confirmation that my father is working for (…).”

“Help us!”

“I know what you did.”

“I always have time for you.”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Somewhere deep in the fabric of reality, our actions are recorded and remembered.”

“Whatever you come up with, you can count me in.”

“It seems there will be no one to mourn me when I die.”

“You’re the only friend I’ve made in ten years.”

“…hell of a fight.”

“That won’t happen. I see you all when you get back.”

“I watched them die.”

“People could get hurt… even killed.”

“This war needs to be won.”

“My people have a saying - seek the enemy of your enemy, and you will find a friend.”

“Your courage for my people will be remembered.”

“You won’t be alone in your fight.”

“We do not wish you harm.”

“I’m willing to do what’s necessary.”

“I’ll march into whatever hell you want, but not with a fake smile on my face.”

“Nothing positive about grinning like an idiot.”

“Finish this… you promise me!”

“All I’ve ever done in my entire career is destroy the natural course of the universe.”

“If you are worthy of your command, prove your strength.”

“It’s so much easier to see the world in black and white; grey… I don’t know what to do with grey.”

“I have lived a full life… no regrets.”

“Good; get it out of the way so we can concentrate on being big goddamn heroes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good to have you here.”

“I beg you - do not do this. Please.”

“I know how this will end. But I will not back down - I can’t.” 

“Face me in single combat, (…).”

“Let me die with honour.”

“We can handle ourselves.”

“Go back and get (…). It’s the right choice and you know it.”

“I wanted you to have a normal life. Marriage, children… things I could never have.”

“It has reminded me of what is truly important. Why I swore I’d lay down my life.”

“Now go back and get (…), and get the hell out of here. You know it’s the right choice.”

“Some souls die in battle, some die in their sleep. And some die for no reason at all.”

“One day there will be payback for all that my people have suffered.”

“Under your leadership we can’t fail.”

“No point in hiding from it.”

“So much space. Walls of stone. It’s amazing. I wish my friends could see it. I wish (…) were here.”

“There is only one way to save (…).”

“I made the mistake of trusting you - believing you were my friend. I was a fool.”

“Well, looks like I was the only one to make it out alive.” 

“I just want to know - is the person I followed to hell and back still in there? Somewhere?”

“Do we deserve death?”

“I ask forgiveness.”

“Screw that - I can hold them off!”

“Everything my people will ever be depends on it.”

“I hear we have a galaxy to save.”

“I don’t have what you do. That fire that makes some willing to follow you into hell itself.”

“I understand. Good luck. I hope we’ll see each other again.”

“You just spared our race another genocide.”

“You’re picking that thing over us?”

“I’m still human. I make mistakes like everyone else.”

“You are a great protector. But some things are beyond even you.”

“It’s a hell of a job, isn’t it? Being the good guys.”

{ ｂａｓｉｃｓ }

> Name: Dante Sparda > Age: 28 > Species: angel/devil

{ ｂｏｌｄ   ｗｈａｔ   ａｐｐｌｉｅｓ }

drinker smoker done/does drugs knows what a broken heart feels like has committed a crime suffers a physical disability suffers a mental disorder has experienced severe trauma 

{ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ }

> Biggest fear: dying and facing his father in hell > Recurring nightmare: falling off of a cloud and into fire > Something they miss: being a kid > Biggest regret: not killing people he should've > Pressure point: -- > A secret: dante accidentally murdered a prostitute and hid the evidence so well he got away with it (virgil helped)

{ ｐｉｃｋ   ｏｎｅ }

She’d never seen him cry. Honestly, she wasn’t sure he could cry. The Sin pressed her lips to his forehead as his tears fell onto her chest. Tears still rose in her eyes, and she let them slide down her cheeks.

"Yeah two --four meat lovers pizzas to--" 

"Ahha-- yeah man you got it."

"Nah dude I'm fine."

"Alright, see you soon."

The demoness struggled getting him out of his dirty clothes, leaving him in a pair of boxers with Ace of Spades printed on them. So fucking stupid. “I can’t leave you alone, can I?” She chuckled, though it was true. Pulling him onto the bed, she felt her hands shake slightly. Fear wasn’t something she’d known in a long time, but it crept onto her now. What if he’d grown tired of waiting and moved on. Maybe he didn’t say her name because he’d forgotten, or stopped caring. 

She’d never forgotten his name, it was one of the few things that she hadn’t forgot. The feel of his face beneath her fingertips and how gently he held her, and how gruffly he said her name. She refused to forget about the few things that made her happy. Incendiu stripped herself down to undergarments, though she was covered mostly by bandages, and slid into the bed with him. Pale arms wrapped around Dante and clung to him, her fingers trembling, as she started to come undone.

Incendiu. He tried so hard to say it, 

Incendiu, Incendiu, Incen... "Incendiu..." it was rough, almost evil but the only way he could remember saying it, angry that she had left, angry because she had hurt him, made him feel unimportant.

He opened his eyes finally realizing that she had been in his arms, "Incendiu." Dante whispered, moving to sit up and softly shaking her. "Incendiu..." Dante grabbed her. His sobbing was pathetic and loud. The deviant laid on top of her and waited for her to move, or say something.

I'm sorry

Dante had thought it but wouldn't couldn't say it. Any other word but her name failed him. He pulled her more tightly against himself.

Seven months. Seven months, three days, an hour and forty-three minutes. The mission should have only taken three days. It was such a well disguised trap that she couldn’t even tell, not even as she had walked into it. Foolish. Dumb. Horrific. Again she had been taken into the clutch of the Institution, the hellish authority she thought had fallen years ago. Once caught, she’d fought for her life, she never went down without a fight, this would not be the time she didn’t. She’d slain so many humans who tried to hold her down, it was then they sent in the other Sins.

Incendiu was powerful, yes. But one Sin versus many was a death match. Once more she was a slave. “Only for a bit.” That horrid voice sang, his tenor voice like broken glass to her ears. They did not want her forever, just for a bit. Tests, trials, and many more assassinations. Seven months and she was done. With more scars than ever, and hair longer than she would have enjoyed, she returned to the place she promised.

"Only three days." She said. Don't be a fucking bitch, Dante. He thought to himself over and over again before grabbing her and throwing her on the bed.

But then three days came, then three weeks, then three months. By then Dante lost count, he had to start sleeping at his shop; being where they first met was easier then being at the place they had made countless, important memories. He had lost sight of anything but work and clubs. Alcohol was the main source of happiness again, alcohol and the feel of a woman under him, always at the clubs or a cheap motel room, he couldn't have anyone but him and Incendiu in that shitty apartment.

He eventually gave up hope after two years and went back to his old ways, working; drinking; fucking. The same old shit, each night trying to get more fucked up to forget Incendiu's sweet face. 

Name: Dante Sparda

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Style/Colour: short/dark brown

Height: 6'2"

Clothing Style: Nothing, usually.

Best Physical Feature: If you asked him the answer would probably be something about his 'giant cock'

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Honestly it's probably when the liquor store closes on Sunday

Guilty Pleasure: Dante isn't guilty of anything.

Biggest Pet Peeve:  Dante hates cloth on his neck so scarves and turtlenecks

Ambition for the Future: Ambition isn't even in his vocabulary

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: aallllccoohhhooollllll 

What They Think About the Most: alcohol

What They Think About Before Bed: alochol

What They Think Their Best Quality: ability to smoke a whole pack of cigarettes in under a minute and not get sick

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: dates? dante doesn't date

To be Loved or Respected: If Dante had a motto it would be something along the lines of Who cares if I can't fuck or kill it?

Beauty or Brains: Do they have a killer ass?

Dogs or Cats: Both, Dante may say he hates animals but I'm pretty sure he adores them.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: of course not...

Believe in Yourself: Who wouldn't believe in the guy that can kick a lot of ass, and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes in under a minute without getting sick?

Believe in Love: Dante has always had trouble with the concept of love and tries very to hard to deny it's existance as much as he an

Want Someone: Not if they're going to get in his way.

LAYER SIX: EVER:

Been on Stage: He is a frequent visiter of Devil's Dalliance 

Done Drugs: Com'on, look at him.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: No.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Red, specifically anything that looks like blood

Favorite Animal: Dante seems to enjoy reptiles the best.

Favorite Movie: Anything Quentin Tarantino

Favorite Game:  A game he made called Kill The Demons

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: Oct. 25th

How Old Will You Be: 29

Age You Lost Your Virginity: 13

Does Age Matter: Nothing matters to him

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: assassassassassassass

Best Eye Color: assassassassassassassass

Best Hair Color: assassassassass

Best thing to do With a Partner:  smacking dat ass

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: "alcohol"

I feel: "drunk"

I hide: ”my drugs from those selfish chicks that come over”

I miss: "alcohol”