Clavo D. Tejedor
Apr 27, 2018 18:24:41 GMT -5
Post by Clavo D. Tejedor on Apr 27, 2018 18:24:41 GMT -5
"Wealth, fame, and power all buckle under death's supremacy; If I am your end, then am I not as supreme as death?"
Full Name: Clavo D. Tejedor
Alias/Nickname: 'Crooked Nail'
Race: Human (Half-Skypiean)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Faction: Pirate
Appearance: Clavo D. Tejedor is a tall, slender human possessing black, slicked-back hair and pale, almost colorless skin. Due to Tejedor's Skypiean descent, he possesses a small pair of fluffy, white wings. Like most Skypieans, Tejedor's wings are aesthetic in nature and therefore serve no functional purpose; in fact, Tejedor isn't a full blooded Skypiean so his wings are half as large as a typical Skypiean's, unable to be seen when facing Tejedor's front. Nothing else physically remarkable about Tejedor, though one could argue Tejedor's signature aviator sunglasses are fused to his face considering Tejedor never seems to remove said sunglasses, at least not in front of prying eyes.
In terms of clothing, Tejedor seems to care considerably about his public appearance; dark, accessorized suits to match his dark hair and sunglasses. Said suits are made to accentuate Tejedor's lean physic and tall frame, so they are a little constraining. This constraint is felt most by Tejedor's wings, despite being so small in size, especially when wearing a thick, fur overcoat for extra flair. Fortunately for the Half-Skypiean, Tejedor shies away from the public eye which allows for topless relaxation; despite loving the limelight, the all consuming shade is Tejedor's true paradise.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 8'4" (254 cm)
Weight: 203 lbs (92 kg)
Personality: Even before leaving his Sky Island home, Tejedor has considered himself supreme above all others. This inherent feeling of supremacy could be due to narcissism or simply being taller than those he's grown up with, but Tejedor is quite proud of himself despite not truly knowing what makes him feel supreme. Although supremacy is a near constant feeling for Tejedor, he does feel challenged every now and again; this sometimes spontaneous feeling of being challenged has caused Tejedor to be more aware of his appearance such as clothing and overall style. Not only did vanity inevitably developed due to feeling stylistically challenged, but so has bloodlust; if Tejedor's feeling of supremacy is either in active jeopardy or potential jeopardy - Tejedor will hunt his offender with the intent to kill.
Thankfully, despite his self-manifested bloodlust, Tejedor might keep a potential target alive if the thrill of killing said target seems higher in the long run than the short run. In fact, during long bouts of feeling unchallenged in his delusional state of supremacy, Tejedor will actively seek targets and attempt to sharpen their potential for later, thrilling hunts. This hesitation may seem like a chance to escape Tejedor's observant eyes, but Tejedor is also relentless in fulfilling a thrilling achievement of supremacy; Tejedor became a pirate for the very reason he creates targets to challenge him in the future - the journey to Gol D. Roger's One Piece! Don't be mistaken - Tejedor couldn't care less about Roger's treasure as a material object; to be the owner of the One Piece would be the greatest euphoria Tejedor could possibly hope for!
The journey to finding the One Piece is already a thrilling prospect for Tejedor; many potential targets await Tejedor's supreme kiss of death, but the actual acquisition of Roger's treasure is, like most pirates in this era, Tejedor's ultimate goal. With all said, Tejedor is aware of his potential doom; to become the truest supreme being would mean utter boredom. No amount of challenge harvesting could fill Tejedor's future emptiness. Unfortunately for Tejedor, he has yet to discover the cure to his bleak future, yet continues questioning his purpose nonetheless. Tejedor's impending, thought provoking doom is a reminder to live supremely and only supremely! Anything less would mean Tejedor will reach his doom sooner rather than later; to die becoming the truest supreme being is better than dying knowing his delusions were noting more after all.
Likes:
Supremacy - Tejedor loves nothing more than to be supreme in whatever area of his life he is focusing. Sometimes fashion, sometimes power, and sometimes wealth.
Hunting - Clavo D. Tejedor likes to hunt strong targets to force a feeling of supremacy upon himself. Tejedor might even go out of his way to build up a weaker target into a stronger target or just spare the life of a once strong individual to see the results. Regardless, hunting is a thrill to Tejedor.
Cyborgs - The arrogant pirate is amused by the idea of mechanized enhancements aiding a weak individual in combat or general life. To be forced to serve metal over flesh is an amusing sight which happens to fill Tejedor with a sense of supremacy. Due to his morally corrupt view of Cyborgs, Clavo D. Tejedor's ideal crew consists entirely of Cyborgs.
Dislikes:
Humiliation - Being taught he is not supreme will cause Clavo D. Tejedor great, mental pain. Humiliation simply compounds this feeling and might leave Tejedor shocked, stunned, and therefore unguarded. Despite Tejedor's arrogance, he is not greater than clever verbal abuse.
Unaided Fighting Styles - Clavo D. Tejedor fights barehanded due to his belief weapons admit inferiority. However, Tejedor prefers to be singular so seeing another individual fighting without weapons or help from technology causes Tejedor to feel slapped in the face rather than challenged.
Teamwork - Tejedor not only prefers to take down targets one by one, but prefers to be unaided in his combat pursuits. The arrogant pirate understands the value of teamwork, but combat is sacred to Tejedor so helping him will create near permanent disdain and loathing.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
History:
Clavo D. Tejedor was born to a Skypiean father and human mother. Despite Tejedor's tiny wings on his back, his mother's human side dominated the majority of Tejedor's genes. However, Tejedor does not know of his genetic background nor does his mother. She gave birth to Tejedor, shocked like the rest of the small, remote island's residence; this shock from the existence of Tejedor's wings could have caused any number of dramatic reactions, but the reaction which stood out among the sea of confusion was 'worship'. Tejedor's home village was religious and the existence of Tejedor's wings lined up with a story based down through generations of the village residence.
Anyway, Tejedor's father wasn't around to help the young Half-Skypiean understand the insignificance of being senselessly worshiped by a remote island's religious villagers, so the praise only stirred and inevitably created Clavo D. Tejedor's self-believed supremacy. Without parents to properly teach Tejedor right from wrong, including his worship-crazed mother, testing his supremacy and exerting his control over the weak-willed village amplified Tejedor's lust for blood.
At the age of ten, Clavo D. Tejedor ordered the building of a small arena in which he would pit villagers against one another in fights to the death. After ten years of believing in the story surrounding Tejedor's source of worship, the villagers simply did as the winged boy said, but never crossed the line into killing one another. Thankfully no death had to occur for Tejedor to be satisfied, but something was still missing from the winged boy's perspective; death only interested the young boy as an idea, but fighting first-hand was the greatest urge Tejedor could not hold back after seeing arena bouts for two years.
At the age of 12, while Tejedor was hitting puberty, the winged boy joined in the arena fights in order to do more than slap a servant for making a mistake. The villagers became confused and didn't fight back at first; Tejedor noticed and started to fight children his age, though not to make an example for the non-complying villagers but simply because Tejedor believed he would get a better fight. The fights against the children his age gave Tejedor the thrill he was looking for, until they didn't - the children were still holding back out of fear of being killed for 'hurting their savior'.
Tejedor's thrill being taken away triggered an extreme reaction which changed his life forever. After six years of fighting the villagers around his age while undergoing puberty, Tejedor's finishing blows were becoming near fatal; lustful reactions from beating the stronger villagers were becoming noticed by the older, now wiser villagers. Even Tejedor's mother was questioning her son's supremacy, and like mother like son - Tejedor's mother felt the need to assert her supremacy over her son after eighteen years of worthless abuse; a sweet fruit grew on the island which, when rotten, could induce a violent but non-fatal illness if prepared properly. Like all fruits when rotten, the color would look sickening, but one fruit in particular looked extremely odd and therefore perfect to serve her maniacally son.
The odd fruit was prepared and served to Tejedor; all the villagers knew of the illness-inducing plan to quell Tejedor's bloodlust and perhaps steer the young man onto the path of 'sainthood', but the worst possible outcome burst from the depth of the villager's nightmares; Clavo D. Tejedor ate odd fruit, didn't contract the planned illness, hated the taste, and retaliated using a nightmarish power! The outcome was more in line with a lesser-known religious story, also passed down between generations; Tejedor was no longer seen as a savior but as a mad god hellbent on hammering the world into his personal paradise.
Tejedor loved the new powers he awakened and slept like an angel for many following nights. The villagers were terrified of angering Tejedor, so they felt the only opportunity to rid themselves of the bloodlusting, seemingly immortal fiend was to put him in a boat and send him off into the endless ocean to be consumed by his own madness. Tejedor's mother agreed with the villagers but couldn't leave her son, her baby, without any way to redeem himself in the future - a fishing rod and money were secretly stashed on the boat with the sleeping Tejedor before he was kicked off the island.
Clavo D. Tejedor's wings cursed him into a life of solitude and pain, for better or for worse. Only his self-believed supremacy kept him any worthwhile company as he fished for his life on the tiny boat. Not knowing his way home or how to traverse the ocean instilled pure terror within Tejedor, but, as usual, his reaction to the situation only increased his lust for combat and bloodshed. The lonely few weeks on the empty, surprisingly calm sea eventually came to an end when Tejedor made landfall on a jarring island populated by equally jarring people.
Face Claim: Chaos Online - Eldin
RP Sample:
Fourteen years and I still haven't rediscovered my foothold...I may be supreme but fate still has the final say, keheh...heh...
Indeed, fourteen years and Clavo D. Tejedor has yet to find a suitable thrill to satiate his lust for...something. The source of Tejedor's lust has escaped him after all this time spent trying to make a living as a pirate to no avail. Fighting random strangers who pose no challenge to his self-imposed supremacy feels like a step in the right direction, but the empty void of boredom has not been filled and Tejedor's emotions are being stretched thin like a thread. Anything could cut this thinly stretched cord of built-up emotions and cause the middle-aged pirate to snap into a bloody frenzy so the obvious question is, "When the fuck can I just fuckin' let loose without the damn marines catching wind of me?"
Within an empty alleyway, a quivering figure underneath Tejedor's left foot feels the urge to answer in order to ease the tension caused by a failed retaliation; as mentioned previously, fourteen years of fighting strangers and no lust felt. No face has been put to Tejedor's streak of violent crimes so no bounty has been established - Clavo D. Tejedor wouldn't want to be chased by a team-oriented organization after all. Fairness is slice of Tejedor's idea of supremacy just as much as dominance and power. Anyway, the silence of the quivering stranger being used as a carpet by Tejedor caught Tejedor's attention, "So!? Got an answer for me, fuckin' piece of- ah...whatever. Yelling and swearing isn't gonna give me a thrill. I need to do something to you, but I can't quite put my foot on the answer."
The defeated, quivering mass of flesh Tejedor had defeated in combat might also be unable to speak due to Tejedor's foot being on the quivering mass' throat, but despite this detail the quivering mass eventually gained the courage to speak; opening his lips and staring meekly into his captor's eyes, the captor felt a familiar feeling he hadn't felt in a long time - senseless worship - and stopped the quivering mass from speaking. Tejedor's sunglasses were taken off for the sake of his victim's nerves and interrupted, "Before you speak, let me tell you what I just remembered."
Tejedor's voice was surprisingly calm, so the quivering man closed his lips and simply kept struggling underneath the foot of Tejedor the captor; "I was worshiped like a king- no, a god...when I was young. When I obtained my special powers, those who worshiped me had the same look of terror in their eyes as you did just a moment ago. Imagine being worshiped day in and day out until you become so powerful that even terror isn't enough to stop someone from betraying you." Not only was Tejedor's speaking surprisingly calm and smooth, but the formerly worshiped pirate's eyes were filled with what seemed similar to empathy, which calmed the defeated man underneath Tejedor's foot. However, what sealed the fate of the formerly quivering man was the removal of Tejedor's foot from the man's throat.
However, Tejedor's victim couldn't move nonetheless - something was over the man's throat, practically pinning him to the floor using magic. Tejedor put his sunglasses back on after having cleaned them, which was the true purpose of removing the sunglasses; being in a dark alleyway with a single individual kept Tejedor's eyes hidden, just as Tejedor preferred, "You know, I can't remember the last time someone saw my naked eyes. Maybe I should start a tradition - to kill those who look upon my supreme eyes, KEHEHEHEHEH!"
Tejedor's still bound victim squirmed under the might of Tejedor's conviction! To be killed within the darkness of a stale alleyway by a total stranger whom he accidentally bumped into; "Before you ask yourself if anything could be worse - yes, you could be me." With a seemingly solemn voice, Clavo D. Tejedor stomped on his victim's throat and held his foot in place in order to strangle his poor victim. Tejedor watched as his victim's eyes started to bulge, face turn purple, and finally foam as the helpless squirming ceased. Tejedor hadn't killed anyone before this time, only fought to feel supreme, but upon killing his first challenger Tejedor felt a movement within his pants as his lust for combat and bloodshed return in spades!
"I see now...perhaps I do want the marines catching wind of my triumphs. Maybe not now, but soon enough...when I have sharpened my skills and come closer to the supremacy of death. After all, wealth, fame, and power all buckle under death's supremacy; if I am someone's end, then am I not as supreme as death?"
Left alone to his thoughts once more, Clavo D. Tejedor ponders the importance death and how he might be able to perfect the art of killing strong individuals who challenge his supremacy. For better or for worse, Tejedor has found his footing once again.
Alias/Nickname: 'Crooked Nail'
Race: Human (Half-Skypiean)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Faction: Pirate
Appearance: Clavo D. Tejedor is a tall, slender human possessing black, slicked-back hair and pale, almost colorless skin. Due to Tejedor's Skypiean descent, he possesses a small pair of fluffy, white wings. Like most Skypieans, Tejedor's wings are aesthetic in nature and therefore serve no functional purpose; in fact, Tejedor isn't a full blooded Skypiean so his wings are half as large as a typical Skypiean's, unable to be seen when facing Tejedor's front. Nothing else physically remarkable about Tejedor, though one could argue Tejedor's signature aviator sunglasses are fused to his face considering Tejedor never seems to remove said sunglasses, at least not in front of prying eyes.
In terms of clothing, Tejedor seems to care considerably about his public appearance; dark, accessorized suits to match his dark hair and sunglasses. Said suits are made to accentuate Tejedor's lean physic and tall frame, so they are a little constraining. This constraint is felt most by Tejedor's wings, despite being so small in size, especially when wearing a thick, fur overcoat for extra flair. Fortunately for the Half-Skypiean, Tejedor shies away from the public eye which allows for topless relaxation; despite loving the limelight, the all consuming shade is Tejedor's true paradise.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 8'4" (254 cm)
Weight: 203 lbs (92 kg)
Personality: Even before leaving his Sky Island home, Tejedor has considered himself supreme above all others. This inherent feeling of supremacy could be due to narcissism or simply being taller than those he's grown up with, but Tejedor is quite proud of himself despite not truly knowing what makes him feel supreme. Although supremacy is a near constant feeling for Tejedor, he does feel challenged every now and again; this sometimes spontaneous feeling of being challenged has caused Tejedor to be more aware of his appearance such as clothing and overall style. Not only did vanity inevitably developed due to feeling stylistically challenged, but so has bloodlust; if Tejedor's feeling of supremacy is either in active jeopardy or potential jeopardy - Tejedor will hunt his offender with the intent to kill.
Thankfully, despite his self-manifested bloodlust, Tejedor might keep a potential target alive if the thrill of killing said target seems higher in the long run than the short run. In fact, during long bouts of feeling unchallenged in his delusional state of supremacy, Tejedor will actively seek targets and attempt to sharpen their potential for later, thrilling hunts. This hesitation may seem like a chance to escape Tejedor's observant eyes, but Tejedor is also relentless in fulfilling a thrilling achievement of supremacy; Tejedor became a pirate for the very reason he creates targets to challenge him in the future - the journey to Gol D. Roger's One Piece! Don't be mistaken - Tejedor couldn't care less about Roger's treasure as a material object; to be the owner of the One Piece would be the greatest euphoria Tejedor could possibly hope for!
The journey to finding the One Piece is already a thrilling prospect for Tejedor; many potential targets await Tejedor's supreme kiss of death, but the actual acquisition of Roger's treasure is, like most pirates in this era, Tejedor's ultimate goal. With all said, Tejedor is aware of his potential doom; to become the truest supreme being would mean utter boredom. No amount of challenge harvesting could fill Tejedor's future emptiness. Unfortunately for Tejedor, he has yet to discover the cure to his bleak future, yet continues questioning his purpose nonetheless. Tejedor's impending, thought provoking doom is a reminder to live supremely and only supremely! Anything less would mean Tejedor will reach his doom sooner rather than later; to die becoming the truest supreme being is better than dying knowing his delusions were noting more after all.
Likes:
Supremacy - Tejedor loves nothing more than to be supreme in whatever area of his life he is focusing. Sometimes fashion, sometimes power, and sometimes wealth.
Hunting - Clavo D. Tejedor likes to hunt strong targets to force a feeling of supremacy upon himself. Tejedor might even go out of his way to build up a weaker target into a stronger target or just spare the life of a once strong individual to see the results. Regardless, hunting is a thrill to Tejedor.
Cyborgs - The arrogant pirate is amused by the idea of mechanized enhancements aiding a weak individual in combat or general life. To be forced to serve metal over flesh is an amusing sight which happens to fill Tejedor with a sense of supremacy. Due to his morally corrupt view of Cyborgs, Clavo D. Tejedor's ideal crew consists entirely of Cyborgs.
Dislikes:
Humiliation - Being taught he is not supreme will cause Clavo D. Tejedor great, mental pain. Humiliation simply compounds this feeling and might leave Tejedor shocked, stunned, and therefore unguarded. Despite Tejedor's arrogance, he is not greater than clever verbal abuse.
Unaided Fighting Styles - Clavo D. Tejedor fights barehanded due to his belief weapons admit inferiority. However, Tejedor prefers to be singular so seeing another individual fighting without weapons or help from technology causes Tejedor to feel slapped in the face rather than challenged.
Teamwork - Tejedor not only prefers to take down targets one by one, but prefers to be unaided in his combat pursuits. The arrogant pirate understands the value of teamwork, but combat is sacred to Tejedor so helping him will create near permanent disdain and loathing.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
History:
Clavo D. Tejedor was born to a Skypiean father and human mother. Despite Tejedor's tiny wings on his back, his mother's human side dominated the majority of Tejedor's genes. However, Tejedor does not know of his genetic background nor does his mother. She gave birth to Tejedor, shocked like the rest of the small, remote island's residence; this shock from the existence of Tejedor's wings could have caused any number of dramatic reactions, but the reaction which stood out among the sea of confusion was 'worship'. Tejedor's home village was religious and the existence of Tejedor's wings lined up with a story based down through generations of the village residence.
Anyway, Tejedor's father wasn't around to help the young Half-Skypiean understand the insignificance of being senselessly worshiped by a remote island's religious villagers, so the praise only stirred and inevitably created Clavo D. Tejedor's self-believed supremacy. Without parents to properly teach Tejedor right from wrong, including his worship-crazed mother, testing his supremacy and exerting his control over the weak-willed village amplified Tejedor's lust for blood.
At the age of ten, Clavo D. Tejedor ordered the building of a small arena in which he would pit villagers against one another in fights to the death. After ten years of believing in the story surrounding Tejedor's source of worship, the villagers simply did as the winged boy said, but never crossed the line into killing one another. Thankfully no death had to occur for Tejedor to be satisfied, but something was still missing from the winged boy's perspective; death only interested the young boy as an idea, but fighting first-hand was the greatest urge Tejedor could not hold back after seeing arena bouts for two years.
At the age of 12, while Tejedor was hitting puberty, the winged boy joined in the arena fights in order to do more than slap a servant for making a mistake. The villagers became confused and didn't fight back at first; Tejedor noticed and started to fight children his age, though not to make an example for the non-complying villagers but simply because Tejedor believed he would get a better fight. The fights against the children his age gave Tejedor the thrill he was looking for, until they didn't - the children were still holding back out of fear of being killed for 'hurting their savior'.
Tejedor's thrill being taken away triggered an extreme reaction which changed his life forever. After six years of fighting the villagers around his age while undergoing puberty, Tejedor's finishing blows were becoming near fatal; lustful reactions from beating the stronger villagers were becoming noticed by the older, now wiser villagers. Even Tejedor's mother was questioning her son's supremacy, and like mother like son - Tejedor's mother felt the need to assert her supremacy over her son after eighteen years of worthless abuse; a sweet fruit grew on the island which, when rotten, could induce a violent but non-fatal illness if prepared properly. Like all fruits when rotten, the color would look sickening, but one fruit in particular looked extremely odd and therefore perfect to serve her maniacally son.
The odd fruit was prepared and served to Tejedor; all the villagers knew of the illness-inducing plan to quell Tejedor's bloodlust and perhaps steer the young man onto the path of 'sainthood', but the worst possible outcome burst from the depth of the villager's nightmares; Clavo D. Tejedor ate odd fruit, didn't contract the planned illness, hated the taste, and retaliated using a nightmarish power! The outcome was more in line with a lesser-known religious story, also passed down between generations; Tejedor was no longer seen as a savior but as a mad god hellbent on hammering the world into his personal paradise.
Tejedor loved the new powers he awakened and slept like an angel for many following nights. The villagers were terrified of angering Tejedor, so they felt the only opportunity to rid themselves of the bloodlusting, seemingly immortal fiend was to put him in a boat and send him off into the endless ocean to be consumed by his own madness. Tejedor's mother agreed with the villagers but couldn't leave her son, her baby, without any way to redeem himself in the future - a fishing rod and money were secretly stashed on the boat with the sleeping Tejedor before he was kicked off the island.
Clavo D. Tejedor's wings cursed him into a life of solitude and pain, for better or for worse. Only his self-believed supremacy kept him any worthwhile company as he fished for his life on the tiny boat. Not knowing his way home or how to traverse the ocean instilled pure terror within Tejedor, but, as usual, his reaction to the situation only increased his lust for combat and bloodshed. The lonely few weeks on the empty, surprisingly calm sea eventually came to an end when Tejedor made landfall on a jarring island populated by equally jarring people.
Face Claim: Chaos Online - Eldin
RP Sample:
Fourteen years and I still haven't rediscovered my foothold...I may be supreme but fate still has the final say, keheh...heh...
Indeed, fourteen years and Clavo D. Tejedor has yet to find a suitable thrill to satiate his lust for...something. The source of Tejedor's lust has escaped him after all this time spent trying to make a living as a pirate to no avail. Fighting random strangers who pose no challenge to his self-imposed supremacy feels like a step in the right direction, but the empty void of boredom has not been filled and Tejedor's emotions are being stretched thin like a thread. Anything could cut this thinly stretched cord of built-up emotions and cause the middle-aged pirate to snap into a bloody frenzy so the obvious question is, "When the fuck can I just fuckin' let loose without the damn marines catching wind of me?"
Within an empty alleyway, a quivering figure underneath Tejedor's left foot feels the urge to answer in order to ease the tension caused by a failed retaliation; as mentioned previously, fourteen years of fighting strangers and no lust felt. No face has been put to Tejedor's streak of violent crimes so no bounty has been established - Clavo D. Tejedor wouldn't want to be chased by a team-oriented organization after all. Fairness is slice of Tejedor's idea of supremacy just as much as dominance and power. Anyway, the silence of the quivering stranger being used as a carpet by Tejedor caught Tejedor's attention, "So!? Got an answer for me, fuckin' piece of- ah...whatever. Yelling and swearing isn't gonna give me a thrill. I need to do something to you, but I can't quite put my foot on the answer."
The defeated, quivering mass of flesh Tejedor had defeated in combat might also be unable to speak due to Tejedor's foot being on the quivering mass' throat, but despite this detail the quivering mass eventually gained the courage to speak; opening his lips and staring meekly into his captor's eyes, the captor felt a familiar feeling he hadn't felt in a long time - senseless worship - and stopped the quivering mass from speaking. Tejedor's sunglasses were taken off for the sake of his victim's nerves and interrupted, "Before you speak, let me tell you what I just remembered."
Tejedor's voice was surprisingly calm, so the quivering man closed his lips and simply kept struggling underneath the foot of Tejedor the captor; "I was worshiped like a king- no, a god...when I was young. When I obtained my special powers, those who worshiped me had the same look of terror in their eyes as you did just a moment ago. Imagine being worshiped day in and day out until you become so powerful that even terror isn't enough to stop someone from betraying you." Not only was Tejedor's speaking surprisingly calm and smooth, but the formerly worshiped pirate's eyes were filled with what seemed similar to empathy, which calmed the defeated man underneath Tejedor's foot. However, what sealed the fate of the formerly quivering man was the removal of Tejedor's foot from the man's throat.
However, Tejedor's victim couldn't move nonetheless - something was over the man's throat, practically pinning him to the floor using magic. Tejedor put his sunglasses back on after having cleaned them, which was the true purpose of removing the sunglasses; being in a dark alleyway with a single individual kept Tejedor's eyes hidden, just as Tejedor preferred, "You know, I can't remember the last time someone saw my naked eyes. Maybe I should start a tradition - to kill those who look upon my supreme eyes, KEHEHEHEHEH!"
Tejedor's still bound victim squirmed under the might of Tejedor's conviction! To be killed within the darkness of a stale alleyway by a total stranger whom he accidentally bumped into; "Before you ask yourself if anything could be worse - yes, you could be me." With a seemingly solemn voice, Clavo D. Tejedor stomped on his victim's throat and held his foot in place in order to strangle his poor victim. Tejedor watched as his victim's eyes started to bulge, face turn purple, and finally foam as the helpless squirming ceased. Tejedor hadn't killed anyone before this time, only fought to feel supreme, but upon killing his first challenger Tejedor felt a movement within his pants as his lust for combat and bloodshed return in spades!
"I see now...perhaps I do want the marines catching wind of my triumphs. Maybe not now, but soon enough...when I have sharpened my skills and come closer to the supremacy of death. After all, wealth, fame, and power all buckle under death's supremacy; if I am someone's end, then am I not as supreme as death?"
Left alone to his thoughts once more, Clavo D. Tejedor ponders the importance death and how he might be able to perfect the art of killing strong individuals who challenge his supremacy. For better or for worse, Tejedor has found his footing once again.
