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Name: Saigo
Age: 26
Looks: Long dark hair with red crimson eyes. Loose black pants with a long black gabardine covering the white bandages around his face, neck, and frame. Black leather boots and a katana always hidden at his waist. Has a black tattoo covering his entire left arm in spiral and part of his frame.
Personality: he doesn't really care for anything around him, or anyone. Bug a part of him is always wanting to protect the weak ones in danger. The typical cool, quiet, and strong guy that wouldn't doubt to kill you in an instant or even make you suffer if you bother him. Has a lot of years of experience in several fights and sword manipulation which gave him the several scars all along his body.
Reason for being on the streets: Even when he born in a family with good money, his parents died when he was very young by thieves that broke into their house. Some years later, Saigo strained until exhaustion to take revenge. He looked for the thieves along with his brother just a year younger and finished them off sadistically in a bloody fight. His brother then ended up with several injuries that made him bleed to death. Saigo never cared to returned to his home that is still abandoned somewhere near the park. He dedicated his life to survive with the basics living as a rogue in the streets, traveling and never stopping, a nomad. He is usually killing any assassin or thief he encounters to prevent more tragedies from happening again.
Likes: Quiet, calm, peaceful places, nature, being alone.
Dislikes: Almost everything, especially humans in general.
How long they have been living in the streets: 14, after he avenged his parents and his brother died.
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He walked quietly, looking to the front distracted, thinking. He had to find a source of food as his last meal was yesterday in the morning, and that rabbit wasn't a lot he could retain in his large body. In the city it was hard to find anything without having to buy it, or steal it, and he wasn't one to do that.
Just then he heard a faint scream at his side, a large alley running to a dark end blocked with a wall. A figure standing near a wall. Saigo narrowed his eyes annoyed knowing what it meant. He couldnt help it, he had this impulse to kill that bastard. Walking right towards him passive and quiet, he reached a couple of feet away from him to be detected by the thief. He saw something shining at the level of his waist, a gun. How typical. His eyes looked down at the body of a female bleeding against a trashcan, her purse emptied as her stuff were dispersed on the ground. His heart filled with hate as he glanced evilly at the man. The human took a step back intimidated by his red eyes, pointing the gun at Saigo ready to shot. With a quick movement he stepped forward to the left and elbowed the man's last ribs, breaking them easily. Rolling to his back, Saigo took his neck inside his arm and started pressing his throat to break his cervical vertebrae until he heard the shotgun he was expecting at some time. His lower right side started to felt wet and warm with the new injury. With an annoyed huff, he pulled the man's head back and rotated his arm to finally break his neck, letting the body fall heavily to the ground.
He opened his gabardine and looked at his abdomen, the white bandages starting to turn red with his own blood. Great... Just what he needed. Sighing, he knew that as soon the adrenaline would left his body he would start feeling a deep pain. Looking down at the corpse, he doubted if to take the money he stole to who knows how much people, but now he needed some medical stuff and the food and water he was craving since yerateday. Kneeling down, he emptied the man and started walking out of the alley to a drugstore. After buying alcohol, tweezers, gauze, antibiotics, and drinkable serum, he walked to a closer alley, suddenly starting to feel the pain and exhaustion of the lost of blood. He placed his back against the wall and slid down to the ground sighing. He stared at the graffiti on the wall in front of him, wondering what was the whole point to survive.
Age: 26
Looks: Long dark hair with red crimson eyes. Loose black pants with a long black gabardine covering the white bandages around his face, neck, and frame. Black leather boots and a katana always hidden at his waist. Has a black tattoo covering his entire left arm in spiral and part of his frame.
Personality: he doesn't really care for anything around him, or anyone. Bug a part of him is always wanting to protect the weak ones in danger. The typical cool, quiet, and strong guy that wouldn't doubt to kill you in an instant or even make you suffer if you bother him. Has a lot of years of experience in several fights and sword manipulation which gave him the several scars all along his body.
Reason for being on the streets: Even when he born in a family with good money, his parents died when he was very young by thieves that broke into their house. Some years later, Saigo strained until exhaustion to take revenge. He looked for the thieves along with his brother just a year younger and finished them off sadistically in a bloody fight. His brother then ended up with several injuries that made him bleed to death. Saigo never cared to returned to his home that is still abandoned somewhere near the park. He dedicated his life to survive with the basics living as a rogue in the streets, traveling and never stopping, a nomad. He is usually killing any assassin or thief he encounters to prevent more tragedies from happening again.
Likes: Quiet, calm, peaceful places, nature, being alone.
Dislikes: Almost everything, especially humans in general.
How long they have been living in the streets: 14, after he avenged his parents and his brother died.
Image:
Post:
He walked quietly, looking to the front distracted, thinking. He had to find a source of food as his last meal was yesterday in the morning, and that rabbit wasn't a lot he could retain in his large body. In the city it was hard to find anything without having to buy it, or steal it, and he wasn't one to do that.
Just then he heard a faint scream at his side, a large alley running to a dark end blocked with a wall. A figure standing near a wall. Saigo narrowed his eyes annoyed knowing what it meant. He couldnt help it, he had this impulse to kill that bastard. Walking right towards him passive and quiet, he reached a couple of feet away from him to be detected by the thief. He saw something shining at the level of his waist, a gun. How typical. His eyes looked down at the body of a female bleeding against a trashcan, her purse emptied as her stuff were dispersed on the ground. His heart filled with hate as he glanced evilly at the man. The human took a step back intimidated by his red eyes, pointing the gun at Saigo ready to shot. With a quick movement he stepped forward to the left and elbowed the man's last ribs, breaking them easily. Rolling to his back, Saigo took his neck inside his arm and started pressing his throat to break his cervical vertebrae until he heard the shotgun he was expecting at some time. His lower right side started to felt wet and warm with the new injury. With an annoyed huff, he pulled the man's head back and rotated his arm to finally break his neck, letting the body fall heavily to the ground.
He opened his gabardine and looked at his abdomen, the white bandages starting to turn red with his own blood. Great... Just what he needed. Sighing, he knew that as soon the adrenaline would left his body he would start feeling a deep pain. Looking down at the corpse, he doubted if to take the money he stole to who knows how much people, but now he needed some medical stuff and the food and water he was craving since yerateday. Kneeling down, he emptied the man and started walking out of the alley to a drugstore. After buying alcohol, tweezers, gauze, antibiotics, and drinkable serum, he walked to a closer alley, suddenly starting to feel the pain and exhaustion of the lost of blood. He placed his back against the wall and slid down to the ground sighing. He stared at the graffiti on the wall in front of him, wondering what was the whole point to survive.