SKELETON:
NAME: Zan
AGE: 25
RACE: Human
GENDER: Male
LIKES: Sparing, Killing non-human creatures, Cigs, Rain
DISLIKES: Love, Sun
WEAPON: Lighting dragon sword.
A giant, talking, sword that stands about 5'6 from the tip of the blade to the end of the handle,
clean cut and a sharp edge to it. The blade, hilt,
and handle colored black with the hilt in the shape of a dragons head.
Its crystal blue eyes gives the blade its power and only works when its raining.
OCCUPATION: Hunter
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
PREFERENCE: Female
PERSONALITY: Zan is quiet.
He likes to work on his own because he really is an anti social asshole.
When come across someone who finds the need to talk to him, he tells it like it is, which is "Shut up".
He tends to speak in small phrases and when he does it's something rude.
He rarely ever curses but his rude remarks are just as annoying.
BIO and INFORMATION: Zan is a 25 year old anti social dick. He stands about 6'4" and is well built. His light selection of clothing helps him move
around his target when fighting. He is silent and prefers not to be around anyone. He lives in an old abandoned church outside the main town where
he generally hangs out around when hes not at work. The church is in the forest, its not falling apart, its actually pretty sturdy, its just abandoned because
of the rumors within the forest, the rumors that Zan found out to be extremely true when one of the night crawling bastards killed his parents and his wife. The
first couple years after his loved ones death, he sulked inside the church and didn't bother to speak to anyone or show his face during the day. he migrated around town
after dark, getting his food from the local grocer in town who supplied him food and left it outback so he could take it without bothering or talking to anyone. Upon his migrate out of the forest eh had come across a vampire who's intent it was to kill him for his first meal of the night. That's when Zan got out of the pouty wagon and took it upon himself to kill whatever might be a threat to him and the town he grew up in. He came across a sword a year later after deciding his destiny. Walking deeper into the forest then usual is when he came to know his Master who entrusted him with the sword, he wears now, on his death bed. His Master was the only one Zan had spoken to since his family died and with him dead, cause of a werewolf, Zan promised to not let himself get close to anyone every again...
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