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I can do incest and Mpreg as well
Barely got him cranked out in time, talk about cutting it a tad bit close haha.
Name:
Azaze
End Game Title:
Blade of Twilight (Very Subject to Change)
Nicknames:
N/A (For Now)
Age: 32
Gender:
Male
Class:
Samurai
Home country:
Hoshido
Appearance:
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Personality:
Oddly enough, Azaze is not one that terribly cares about the state of affairs between Hoshido and Nohr, rather, he enjoys the chance to test himself against anyone that would threaten his homeland. He typically has a devil could care attitude when around his peers, something that tends to be seen as a negative thing. Rather, he has no interest in sugar coating his words, telling things how they are, far as he is aware, without wasting time mincing words or otherwise leaving any doubt in what he means. If that means he comes across as crass and rude? So be it, he would rather be plainly understood and know precisely where he stands with someone, or a group, rather than play games with words and intentions, and not know where he might stand with a given person until it is far too late.
When it comes to a fight, Azaze is much the same as he is otherwise, straight to the point and not wasting time with fancy flourishes and tricks. Go for the kill, clean the blade, and move onto the next target. Not to say he doesn't enjoy combat, that would be a blatant lie. He loves a good fight, more so than most might consider healthy or reasonable, and claims he has a good reason for it. He believes that, crossing blades with someone, whatever their weapon of choice might be, gives him a chance to see them for who they really are. There is no time for falsehoods in battle, not of who someone is, and he has often gotten himself into trouble when, after crossing blades with someone, calling them out for failings that ends up sparking another fight. Probably on purpose since, no matter his given reason, its plain that he just enjoys a good fight, regardless the reason.
Azaze has a distinct distrust of anyone capable of shape shifting, of any sort. He sees that, considering how malleable they are with their physical form, there is no reason to trust that they aren't as malleable with their given word or anything they say or do, really. Not to say he approves of the pelt hunting, but he has no sympathy for the shapeshifters at all. However, this pales in comparison to those that use magic, mainly the Dark Mages and such of Nohr, but this hatred has bled over into distrust of anything magical. Due to the Nohrian constructs, the Faceless, sacking countless places since they could pass through the barrier protecting Hoshido, including his home, he has an intense hatred for the creatures. Their masters are only hated more, and being confronted with Nohrian mages of any sort, whether they are responsible for such things or not, gets him riled up into a fury that is uncharacteristic of him. But he intends to make them suffer for the suffering they cause, and if any other magic users cross him? So be it, they can join the rest in damnation, as far as the Samurai is concerned.
Rarely, one might find Azaze in prayer, if a shrine is available or otherwise, one might find the man within such a place, kneeling in front of the broken remains of his mentor's sword. Times like these, it is often best to leave him be, for he has yet to forgive himself. He often fails to forgive himself for his failings, whether that was not being in control enough to save his mentor, regardless of it was possible or not, or other failings as they mount. It is a side he is loath to show, since his guard is down in these moments, and he often distrusts whoever found him in such a position, doubly so since he professes a disinterest in any sort of deities or divine beings, even outright calling people who overly rely on such things foolish. Yet, he refuses to explain why he can be found at shrines, at odd hours when no one else might be there, meditating over the ruined remains of his mentor's sword, hinting at a belief that might exist under the surface.
Biography/history:
Born within an hour walk of Fort Jinya, Azaze grew up seeing the warriors of Hoshido training with each other on an incrediably regular basis, and on more than one occassion his parents would find him with a stick, emulating the moves he had seen the Samurai engaging in. His parents were horrified that their eldest, indeed only, child was so enamored with the idea of being a soldier instead of inheriting and working on the family's farm. Yet, no matter what they said or did, he kept practicing in secret, seeking out a retired samurai in the small village and learning from him, despite his parents protests. The old samurai was of the mind that, if he was old enough to hold a training sword and choose to walk that path, then he was old enough to make such a decision for himself. Of course, with the birth of his younger brother, his family would disown him, leaving the old samurai with the task of raising and training the boy.
They moved to Fort Jinya properly, the old samurai was friends with many of the men in the garrison there at the time, and they aided him in training the teenage Azaze in the art of war. Being raised by soldiers, even Hoshidan samurai sharing the habits of the common soldier when at rest, he was quite the blunt young man. Of course, as soon as he was of age he joined with the garrison properly as a true Samurai, his mentor and, in every way that mattered, father departing back for the village, returning to retirement. Azaze would find himself part of a roving guard, after being assigned as such, hunting the abominations that Nohr dark mages conjured up, the Faceless. It gave him a taste of proper battle, not the mock training that, while it did emulate warfare, hardly constittued as the proper thing. Azaze was enamored with the idea, eagerly throwing himself into battle any chance he got, a wild buck with the older and wiser heads following along, shaking their heads.
Azaze would learn to temper his battle lust when they found his home village being sacked by the Faceless, the abominations going undetected for too long by the nearby Fort, as it was busy dealing with other problems. Of course, he felt rage and loss since, despite being abandoned by them, his family was still just that, family. Throwing himself into the fight, a roaring rampage of vengeance and rage, he was only halted when he found the center town hall of the village, doors barred and survivors within, his former master dead on the stairs, a blade clutched in each hand. About half the Faceless that had attacked the village lay dead before the man, and he received a proper burial from Azaze. After this, though, he cursed the men strong enough to fight that had cowered within the town hall for letting an old man die for their sake, a man that, he said, was worth more than the lot of them combined. He walked out on the village, returning to the patrol party only after they were done in the village helping bury the dead and preparations to abandon the ruins.
Azaze no longer cared for the thrill of combat, in the sense that he would draw it out or enjoy the act of warmaking, rather, he enjoyed fighting for bringing the lives of those that deserved to die, to an end. It was a jarring shift for those that had known his younger self, and his newfound disregard for politeness or status was not a welcome change. But fighting through the burning ruins of one's hometown and seeing his mentor, a man that had been like a father to him, would continue to haunt him. Having never forgiven himself for forgetting the man's lesson of not letting battle drive oneself crazy, he would focus on ending fights as quickly as possible, though he could not deny the feeling of excitement and enjoyment every time he drew his katana to wage war. This would remain for some time, hunting any abominations that Nohr created, or otherwise acting as vanguard whenever he was part of a Hoshidan party that made its way outside the reaches of the Lady Mikoto's barrier.
Yet, when word reached his commander that, not only was the fact that Lady Mikoto's lost child returned to her, but she had been assassinated a few days later and that, indeed, the barrier was no longer a thing, disbelief and outrage filled the camp. Most of all, Azaze demanded that they march for the border, where Prince Ryoma and other Hoshidans gathered to rebuke the inevitable Nohrian invasion force. Regardless of his demands, the patrol group was recalled and sent to meet up with Prince Ryoma and the Hoshidans preparing to stop the Nohrians. Despite the events leading up to it, Azaze was excited, eager to spill the blood of Nohrians that had been sending monsters into Hoshido for this long now, show them an ounce of the suffering that had been wrought upon innocents, out of spite and jealousy over what Nohr did not have.
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Weapons:
Steel Katana
Items:
Broken Blade of his Mentor
Other:
Most Likely to Offend, intentionally or otherwise.
Born March 22nd
Just want to say he sounds really cool. Can't wait to see this guy in action ^^