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Azul
Name: Azul (The name his mother gave to him, based on the color of his eyes which is now rarely seen.)
Age: 28 (He feels as youthful as ever.)
Height: 6'2
Weight: 187
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearence: Azul is slightly above the average human male in terms of height, and holds a very sleek, and toned physique. He has jet black, shoulder length hair, with various scars across his body [ mainly his chest/abdomen ]. Located on the upper half of his face is a metallic visor, a Exosynthesis prototype. Being as he spent the last few months in the scorching desert, his current attire lacks any form of upper body clothing, except for a red scarf/cowl of sorts. He wears thin brown combat pants in most occasions, and is outfitted with metal bracers along his legs, and arms. They are light to prevent any hinder to his mobility.
Equipment: Azul never travels to any location without his primary form of combat, which is his four swords. They are each a different make, varying in size, shape, and material. He named them 'Death 死', 'Life 生活', 'Wind ウインド', and 'Fire 火災', each corresponding to the fighting style he incorporates. A basic pistol is holstered to his waistband in case of emergencies his swords can't handle. On his person he also carries an advanced communication device.
Personality: Azul has many different personality traits, stemming from his PTSD, and schizoaffective disorder. He doesn't take anything to level himself out, so is prone to mood swings, and other negative ailments. With those he doesn't know he is usually blunt, and stand-offish. He has been burned in the past by making the wrong allies, almost losing his life on more than one occasion. For this reason he picks who he associates with very carefully. Though if friendship has been made, and loyalty gained, he will move mountains for said individual at any given time. When in groups he is often quiet, listening more than speaking; while trying to engage when just with one other person. He will help the weak and down trodden, having a negative opinion of those that horde their wealth like dragons. Azul can have fits of rage, mania, and sometimes the opposite of the spectrum depression and melancholy. None would be able to tell by his calm exterior however.
History: Azul was born in the war torn lands of Mysothima into a low class family of peasants, who for the most part had no ambition to change their status in life. When he was young he got by scavenging for food, and items he could get rid of for a bit of cash. He lied, stole, fought, and bickered his way through his meager existence. His saving grace was an old man by the name of Hiro Tsunai. For a reason unknown to Azul he took a liking to him, and seemed to be the only person that truly cared for his well being. It was Hiro who first taught Azul to wield a blade, how to fight, how to kill. Hiro trained him everyday from the age of nine until Azul was seventeen years old. That was the year he decided it was time to move on with his life, that wanted to do better, -needed- to do better. Without a word to his family, he took a job as hired protection aboard a cargo vessel. The only one he said goodbye to was Hiro, whom to this day he still holds dear to his heart.
On his third day aboard the cargo vessel, Azul took his first life. Though it wasn't just one, he killed a total of fifteen men. They were pirates, aiming to seize the ship, loot the goods, and take hostages in exchange for ransom. In short, Azul quite simply 'lost it'. Years of pent up rage, and aggression unleashed on a pack of money hungry dogs. By the end of it, he didn't know what to feel. Happiness? Pain? Joy? Or perhaps all of the above. One thing was certain, he now had a taste of blood, and he liked it.
He would spend the next several years working for different organizations, mainly mercenary groups. He took what he needed from his earnings, never more; donating the rest of his funds to people in need. For he received all the pleasure he could would in combat, at least in the beginning. He trained hard, learning several different fighting styles, and killing techniques, favoring dual wielding or one handed above the others.
Somewhere along the way, after learning of the death of his father he had a mental break. His personality and behavior spiraled out of control, although with the help of his dear friend Kaji he reeled it back in. He hates medication, and usually endures his off days as best as he can.
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Age: 28 (He feels as youthful as ever.)
Height: 6'2
Weight: 187
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearence: Azul is slightly above the average human male in terms of height, and holds a very sleek, and toned physique. He has jet black, shoulder length hair, with various scars across his body [ mainly his chest/abdomen ]. Located on the upper half of his face is a metallic visor, a Exosynthesis prototype. Being as he spent the last few months in the scorching desert, his current attire lacks any form of upper body clothing, except for a red scarf/cowl of sorts. He wears thin brown combat pants in most occasions, and is outfitted with metal bracers along his legs, and arms. They are light to prevent any hinder to his mobility.
Equipment: Azul never travels to any location without his primary form of combat, which is his four swords. They are each a different make, varying in size, shape, and material. He named them 'Death 死', 'Life 生活', 'Wind ウインド', and 'Fire 火災', each corresponding to the fighting style he incorporates. A basic pistol is holstered to his waistband in case of emergencies his swords can't handle. On his person he also carries an advanced communication device.
Personality: Azul has many different personality traits, stemming from his PTSD, and schizoaffective disorder. He doesn't take anything to level himself out, so is prone to mood swings, and other negative ailments. With those he doesn't know he is usually blunt, and stand-offish. He has been burned in the past by making the wrong allies, almost losing his life on more than one occasion. For this reason he picks who he associates with very carefully. Though if friendship has been made, and loyalty gained, he will move mountains for said individual at any given time. When in groups he is often quiet, listening more than speaking; while trying to engage when just with one other person. He will help the weak and down trodden, having a negative opinion of those that horde their wealth like dragons. Azul can have fits of rage, mania, and sometimes the opposite of the spectrum depression and melancholy. None would be able to tell by his calm exterior however.
History: Azul was born in the war torn lands of Mysothima into a low class family of peasants, who for the most part had no ambition to change their status in life. When he was young he got by scavenging for food, and items he could get rid of for a bit of cash. He lied, stole, fought, and bickered his way through his meager existence. His saving grace was an old man by the name of Hiro Tsunai. For a reason unknown to Azul he took a liking to him, and seemed to be the only person that truly cared for his well being. It was Hiro who first taught Azul to wield a blade, how to fight, how to kill. Hiro trained him everyday from the age of nine until Azul was seventeen years old. That was the year he decided it was time to move on with his life, that wanted to do better, -needed- to do better. Without a word to his family, he took a job as hired protection aboard a cargo vessel. The only one he said goodbye to was Hiro, whom to this day he still holds dear to his heart.
On his third day aboard the cargo vessel, Azul took his first life. Though it wasn't just one, he killed a total of fifteen men. They were pirates, aiming to seize the ship, loot the goods, and take hostages in exchange for ransom. In short, Azul quite simply 'lost it'. Years of pent up rage, and aggression unleashed on a pack of money hungry dogs. By the end of it, he didn't know what to feel. Happiness? Pain? Joy? Or perhaps all of the above. One thing was certain, he now had a taste of blood, and he liked it.
He would spend the next several years working for different organizations, mainly mercenary groups. He took what he needed from his earnings, never more; donating the rest of his funds to people in need. For he received all the pleasure he could would in combat, at least in the beginning. He trained hard, learning several different fighting styles, and killing techniques, favoring dual wielding or one handed above the others.
Somewhere along the way, after learning of the death of his father he had a mental break. His personality and behavior spiraled out of control, although with the help of his dear friend Kaji he reeled it back in. He hates medication, and usually endures his off days as best as he can.
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