Name: Lord Peter Vycious
Nickname: Lord Vycious
Alignment (Face, Heel, or Tweener): Ultraface
Hometown (Billed From): England
Height: 5'8''
Weight:140lbs
Sample Pic (Preferably a real wrestler):
Gimmick Description: Very proper British gentlemen with old-fashioned values. Noble and heroic despite a small frame.
Entrance Theme:"Rule Britannia" (British military march)
Entrance Description: Comes out very understatedly, sometimes waves or smiles up to the crowd.
In Ring Styles (Technician, High Flyer, Brawler, Hardcore, etc...): High Flying/Agility
Top Ten Mosted Used Moves: Corkscrew Moonsault
Moonsault
Lionsault
Standing Dropkick
Corner slingshot splash
Standing Moonsault
Jumping Superkick
Seated Senton
Diving Elbow Drop
Hurricanrana
Two Signature Moves: Assume The Position (Seated Senton into a submission), Crack Of The Whip (hurricanrana)
Two Finishing Moves: Royal Pain (corkscrew lionsault), Paycheck (jumping superkick)
Sample RP (Doesn't have to be long.):
As he comes out of his private office backstage at the All Seasons Arena. Lord Vycious is surprised to find himself approached, not by Todd Grisham, but wih a nubile young girl. After an initial moment of confusion, the Lord quickly straightens himself up to his most erect position and dignifiedly addresses the young woman:
Lord Vycious: Pardon me, m'dear, but are you perchance aware of the possible whereabouts of that pleasant young man, Todd Grisham?
The girl frowns in confusion for a second, processing the Lord's words, then finally understands:
Girl: Oh, Todd? Oh, he was "deducted!" You know...taken away by bad guys!
Lord Vycious, who had been frowning prior to the explanation, now laughs condescendingly:
Lord Vycious: You mean "abducted", m'dear! And, pray tell, am I correct in inferring that you are fulfilling his role for the duration of his...predicament?
Girl: Yes! That's right! I'm the substitute "interferer", Maria!
Lord Vycious smiles patronizingly once again:
Lord Vycious: "Interviewer", my dear. And it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Maria! I am Lord Peter Vycious, esquire!
Maria Kanellis (smiling): I know who you are! *Everybody* knows!
The Lord smiles again, genuinely surprised this time around:
Lord Vycious: Do they now?! And pray tell, Maria, how may I assist you this evening?
Maria: Well, I wanted to ask you about your match with Tim Tamer!
For the first time in recorded history, Lord Vycious is not as gentlemanly as would be expected, rolling his eyes and huffing slightly as he protests:
Lord Vycious: *Must* we discuss that aggravating lad *again*?
Maria nods vehemently and a tad apologetically:
Maria: Yes, they want me to ask you about...
The Lord cuts her midway through the sentence, with a somewhat soothing hand gesture:
Lord Vycious: Very well. Far be it from me to purposefully cause any type of grievance or aggravation to a darling young thing such as yourself! I shall give you my opinion on Mr. Tamer, as redundant and unimpactful as it may, at this point, be.
Then, gently prying the microphone from Maria's hands, he continues:
Lord Vycious: Timothy Tamer is but a disrespectful, arrogant young upstart, whose painfully low intelligence quotient restricts his means of offense to personal attacks and brutal, often traitorous instances of physical assault. Much like his chosen ally as of late, Mephisto, this young man is nothing but a lout and a scoundrel who, but for his slanderous remarks towards my friend Maxwell Knight, would be unworthy of my time of day!
The Lord pauses for breath, his anger steadily growing in that particular way the fans have become accostumed to, then resumes, in an even more heated tone:
Lord Vycious: In addition, Master Tamer has proven beyond a reasonable doubt that he is not, in any way, shape or form, a gentleman. From the cowardly attack perpetrated upon myself this past week to his low, simple-minded barbs regarding my age, he has progressively and steadily been gathering arguments in favour of the punishment he is about to be administered, by my hand, at Wrestlemania! He...
At this point, both the nobleman and the pretty young interviewer are startled by the entrance,stage right, of none other than the subject of the interview. Tim Tamer smiles arrogantly as he and his opponent stare each other down, the intensity of a thousand suns burning in Vycious' hate-filled glare. Then, he snatches the microphone from the Lord's hand with an effortless gesture, brings it to his lips, and begins to talk.
How often Can you RP?: As often as y'all will let me!
Nickname: Lord Vycious
Alignment (Face, Heel, or Tweener): Ultraface
Hometown (Billed From): England
Height: 5'8''
Weight:140lbs
Sample Pic (Preferably a real wrestler):
Gimmick Description: Very proper British gentlemen with old-fashioned values. Noble and heroic despite a small frame.
Entrance Theme:"Rule Britannia" (British military march)
Entrance Description: Comes out very understatedly, sometimes waves or smiles up to the crowd.
In Ring Styles (Technician, High Flyer, Brawler, Hardcore, etc...): High Flying/Agility
Top Ten Mosted Used Moves: Corkscrew Moonsault
Moonsault
Lionsault
Standing Dropkick
Corner slingshot splash
Standing Moonsault
Jumping Superkick
Seated Senton
Diving Elbow Drop
Hurricanrana
Two Signature Moves: Assume The Position (Seated Senton into a submission), Crack Of The Whip (hurricanrana)
Two Finishing Moves: Royal Pain (corkscrew lionsault), Paycheck (jumping superkick)
Sample RP (Doesn't have to be long.):
As he comes out of his private office backstage at the All Seasons Arena. Lord Vycious is surprised to find himself approached, not by Todd Grisham, but wih a nubile young girl. After an initial moment of confusion, the Lord quickly straightens himself up to his most erect position and dignifiedly addresses the young woman:
Lord Vycious: Pardon me, m'dear, but are you perchance aware of the possible whereabouts of that pleasant young man, Todd Grisham?
The girl frowns in confusion for a second, processing the Lord's words, then finally understands:
Girl: Oh, Todd? Oh, he was "deducted!" You know...taken away by bad guys!
Lord Vycious, who had been frowning prior to the explanation, now laughs condescendingly:
Lord Vycious: You mean "abducted", m'dear! And, pray tell, am I correct in inferring that you are fulfilling his role for the duration of his...predicament?
Girl: Yes! That's right! I'm the substitute "interferer", Maria!
Lord Vycious smiles patronizingly once again:
Lord Vycious: "Interviewer", my dear. And it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Maria! I am Lord Peter Vycious, esquire!
Maria Kanellis (smiling): I know who you are! *Everybody* knows!
The Lord smiles again, genuinely surprised this time around:
Lord Vycious: Do they now?! And pray tell, Maria, how may I assist you this evening?
Maria: Well, I wanted to ask you about your match with Tim Tamer!
For the first time in recorded history, Lord Vycious is not as gentlemanly as would be expected, rolling his eyes and huffing slightly as he protests:
Lord Vycious: *Must* we discuss that aggravating lad *again*?
Maria nods vehemently and a tad apologetically:
Maria: Yes, they want me to ask you about...
The Lord cuts her midway through the sentence, with a somewhat soothing hand gesture:
Lord Vycious: Very well. Far be it from me to purposefully cause any type of grievance or aggravation to a darling young thing such as yourself! I shall give you my opinion on Mr. Tamer, as redundant and unimpactful as it may, at this point, be.
Then, gently prying the microphone from Maria's hands, he continues:
Lord Vycious: Timothy Tamer is but a disrespectful, arrogant young upstart, whose painfully low intelligence quotient restricts his means of offense to personal attacks and brutal, often traitorous instances of physical assault. Much like his chosen ally as of late, Mephisto, this young man is nothing but a lout and a scoundrel who, but for his slanderous remarks towards my friend Maxwell Knight, would be unworthy of my time of day!
The Lord pauses for breath, his anger steadily growing in that particular way the fans have become accostumed to, then resumes, in an even more heated tone:
Lord Vycious: In addition, Master Tamer has proven beyond a reasonable doubt that he is not, in any way, shape or form, a gentleman. From the cowardly attack perpetrated upon myself this past week to his low, simple-minded barbs regarding my age, he has progressively and steadily been gathering arguments in favour of the punishment he is about to be administered, by my hand, at Wrestlemania! He...
At this point, both the nobleman and the pretty young interviewer are startled by the entrance,stage right, of none other than the subject of the interview. Tim Tamer smiles arrogantly as he and his opponent stare each other down, the intensity of a thousand suns burning in Vycious' hate-filled glare. Then, he snatches the microphone from the Lord's hand with an effortless gesture, brings it to his lips, and begins to talk.
How often Can you RP?: As often as y'all will let me!