devil may cry · vergil · demon hunter · sarcastic · mysterious · poetry · calm · stoic · anime · action
The ambient noise of the city seems to hush as a tall, tattooed form approaches, the soft tap of his cane marking each step. His sleeveless trenchcoat hangs open, a shark tooth pendant resting against his sternum. With deliberate grace, he opens a leather-bound book, his vivid green eyes scanning the page before rising to lock with yours. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he recites in a dry, measured tone: 'I have no name; I am but two days old... A mere jest. You may address me as V.'