Machia's Stalwart One [WIP] [DNP]

[Mana_ecl Zetsuya]

xxxxxStalwart Saint
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xx 『xJosiah Solaris Lazarinx 』
xxxxxxxxxxxx❝Sixten❞

■ ｓｅｘ ! ! Male
□ Twenty ! ! nuff said
■ ｖｉｒｔｕｅ ! ! Patience
□ ｓｔａｔｕｓ ! ! APPLIED
■ ｐｕｐｐｅｔｅｅｒ ! ! Mana_ecl Zetsuya

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xxx❥ “[ Born in the middle of a rural town in Midwestern America, Josiah wasn't your every day child growing up. The son of a banker and a computer programmer seemed to have your every day life style. He'd been quite the hot head, unable to take the slightest prodding or teasing. Being among the larger children though, he had the advantage either way. It seemed he was merciless, always with a note to go home with him. Eventually, a mad man decided to do away with this. A regiment was produced, that with time, Josiah snapped in line. That happened to be when he quit caring, and his tolerance for people became phenomenal. Of course, in a small community, he yearned to make himself different from others, and adopting the lone punk look, he moved on through life like a leaf on the wind. Until there was the escape from nowhere. Josiah left behind the small town for reasons he refused to disclose to family. As patience personified in a sense, Josiah has a strange way of showing his mannerisms compared to many. He appears an open book, utilizing the big emotions (such as joy or anger) to cover up the "smaller" emotions so far as to seem unreal to allies and enemies alike. Out of the rural backwaters, and into a more social oriented setting, the "lone punk" just looks like an energetic and friendly fellow, if not a bit intimidating. ] ”

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________At the age of twenty, high school is one thing Josiah has little to worry about. Freed from family and former ties from home, he tends to dabble the free time away in the most peaceful of ways he can manage. Hardly a thing to keep his worries on high, the days roll on by. Ever since August the third, of the year nineteen hundred and ninety-one.

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________Frankly, if you mess up the interpretation of Josiah's sex, you're impressively dense. Torso's flat as a board and with a moderate muscle tone, as secondary evidence, there's no reason to see the primary, right? As a guy, poking fun seems to come second nature, especially if you screw up that he's got the junk up front.

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________The world itself spins swiftly, but to those who perceive it normally, it's as slow as a snail. Time rolls onwards, leaving only the most patient of folks to keep their cool. A human host to patience itself, it's hard to miss from time to time.

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________More often than not, it is by a name from the old days he introduces himself. A stage name, if you will. Fond of boxing from time to time, 'round the gyms in the city's limits, he's earned himself the name, Sixten. He didn't really get why, when the man with a bushy blond mustache gave it to him, but over time he's grown fond of it. He'll roll with just about any name one gives him, provided they let him know that they've come up with it.

_______ ｔ ｅｍｐｔａｔｉｏｎ | ｒ ｅｄｅｍｐｔｉｏｎ
________As patience, it tends to be an obvious polarity. Taking each punch with a calm, wrath swings with zeal in all forms. A detestable manner, which finds itself even in the veins of the most patient of men. The pursuit of justice often is accompanied by the essence of wrath, often making it a haunting companion.

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• • Lazarin, Josiah Solaris ↘ ↘ ↘

_______ ＩＴ ＨＡＳＮ'Ｔ ＢＥＥＮ ＥＡＳＹ . . .

________Welcome to a tale of the most recent of the Lazarin! It's a shocking tale that spans hundreds of years back, to the very days of the Crusades, and some say even further back still! Such a shame for you, the reader, as this segment happens to cover only the most recent of the Lazarin blood ties. Now, Josiah isn't the only Lazarin about, but it seems that in the last few generations, the ties to the church diminished quite greatly, until there was the prior generation. The father of one Josiah Lazarin, whom we shall just use his name, Aeric. As a young man, Aeric happened to be a wanderer of sorts (by which we mean that God's fortune often chose not to smile upon him, and was left, in fact, homeless). Often trapped, unable to catch a job, things seemed to be at their worst, but there's only so much before things break, and even optimism vanishes.

Turning to a homeless shelter, the young man had made certain to arrange things properly. He hardly wanted to look like the average homeless man. Normal people worked there. Sure, the normal folk could catch a break, but a man, who's family had served the name of God in all manners and odd ends? Couldn't find that ray of sunshine. Until he'd been to a shelter, by the name of Saint's Ash Shelter. Privately funded, an oddity in most cases, when he'd brought himself in, and there, in a line, handing out blankets, was a woman. Now, things seemed to be a rudimentary set up, no? Run down man... Beautiful woman about to hand him a blanket? This was the part where he'd screwed things up with a single line.

Care to try it out with me? Oh, how the woman had laughed at Aeric, shaking her head and waving him away. Greasy, filthy, and blunt, he'd hardly had a chance with the woman. He looked about, and noted many a flaws with the private shelter. What was there for heating, was clustered about, leaving homeless wrapped in their blankets to bring themselves as near as possible. He'd no idea that there was another volunteer standing off in the corner watching him. Let's speed things up a bit here. Homeless folks in blankets, sleeping near heaters in clusters? Brilliant, no? Well, next thing Aeric knows, a few blankets catch fire. The first bit of good luck for the young man happens to occur now, face covered in soot, as he slipped from the building, he's greeted by a smiling face, covered in ash and soot. Hello, you can call me Eury.

________A decade later, fortune still smiled upon Aeric, who had since began developing software, and his bride, brought into the world their first born son. There begins the life of Josiah Lazarin. A mundane town, barely four hundred in population, it was a god send that it wasn't any smaller for Josiah. As a child, it was exciting to know there were places he didn't know, but were just barely out of reach, bound by parental bindings. Little Josiah was hardly a rule breaker, when it came to the laws of the house hold. Well... Unless it happened to be one the boy wasn't aware of. It was trying, attempting to rear a child with a stubbornness that would make a bull back down.

It only seemed to get worse, as the boy entered into the primary school of the town. Thirty-eight kindergartners, the largest class of children boasted in the last ten years, and there he was, butting heads with each little boy and girl who happened to try and undermine his words. It grew to be troublesome, as the boy's short fuse was inevitably revealed to the teachers present. Yet, that bull headed nature kept his fuse in place, as each teacher tried to stamp out the igniting fire. It seemed he was just destined for trouble, having been pulled into a group, most intolerant of others, and it seemed that only more trouble was to follow.


________Around the age of nine, was the first of many times Josiah would meet the mad man, he'd know as "The Moon Man". A bit of a wacko, who was just as stubborn as the boy, but a hundred times more chatty. It seemed that if he were to stop, he'd be able to inhale more. The moon man seemed to inhale and exhale simultaneously, and finally, he'd seen the boy stubbornly trying to make himself different, often attacking other children in the process, and he'd decided one thing. The moon man was going to fix that fuse, something the people of the town had failed to do.

Parents gone for the day, early in the morning Josiah awoke, to the usual unnatural loudness, which was the moon man, speaking to one of the neighbors from down the street. It was another day, normal in every way. Still feeling scorned over his mother's yelling, and his father's disappointment in the way he acted in school, and they'd even talked about seeing a therapist of sorts. Getting into his head, was not something Josiah thought to be a good idea, and it seemed the Moon Man agreed. Over breakfast, there was no explanation. The moon man simply hammered away at the boy verbally. No rationalizations. No mercy. Simply insults, and it didn't take long for Josiah to react.

It wasn't until the boy was pinned to the ground, that the adult clarified what in the world his logic was in doing just this act, and well... It seemed reasonable. If he got used to it, how could he have a reason to react? If he had no reason to react, then he wouldn't get so angry. Hardly a shocking way to fix the most stubborn, quick to fight fellow that Josiah was, but it seemed to be just effective enough to really work. It, of course, was hardly effective immediately, but in time, the fuse of the punk was quickly immersed and dampened, creating nearly a whole new person.

________Time passed, and the moon man was driven away. Growing from underneath the man's tutelage, Josiah had become quite the stalwart fellow, making his way through classes, children mocking here and there. It hardly mattered, and in fact, only helped establish the image to be. Each time someone pushed with their mockery, he rolled along with the shot, giving them one more reason to do so. Piercings? It seemed he had a new one each week, his hair becoming more and more outside the norm. Insulting him, well, it was hardly a thing for the growing class, isolating himself ever more in the small town, and upon graduation, restlessness stirred, and unsure even of himself, he was away to the big city, where fortune seemed to smile on him. A fluke where he was selected for a superior school, beyond any form of oddity he'd ever seen. Work. Housing. Education. He was definitely working toward something, but to what? He couldn't even be certain.

_______ ＭＥ ＩＮ Ａ ＮＵＴ ＳＨＥＬＬ

________From early attempts at changing the very way he was, the most important thing would likely be that Josiah can be rather... awkward, by which he's none too developed in terms of expressing himself properly in most situations, in which case there's not much for him, aside from laughter. A boastful thing, which helps the young man try and relieve stress in any way he possibly can. So compare, shall we? Your average person is being shot at? Well... Most would scream and hide away, but logic seems lost in this case. Hiding, that's understood. Screaming... Not so much.

Now, the best way for him in terms of expression, he'd developed a system of sorts. Josiah classified emotions, leaving the very idea of complex displays of emotion to be hidden away on paper in some place or another, and in turn, takes the most raw emotions, and displays them as such. Feeling guilt? That's locked away in a page someplace. The very core traits of emotion. Sure, it makes him appear simplistic, but let's face it, he gets more complex as someone gets to know the guy. Most of all, he knows one thing to be expressed in any manner. Justice.

Bluntness appears to be a charm that accompanies his mannerisms, leaving complex bluffs to be a rather last ditch effort. On the other hand, his usually honest and blunt demeanor allows him some benefit of the doubt, when it comes down to the very idea of bluffing in all sorts of situations. Dancing about is something reserved for only the most dangerous questions, usually delegated to answering the question with another question yet. Often, his bluntness will give him the feel of a an unrefined fellow.

Stubbornness is among one of his more defining traits, his beliefs rock solid. Hardness comes at a price, in most cases, likely the best way to get a c***k in the ever so resilient armor of the man. In many ways, this trait happens to be the key behind his strength, having conditioned himself to stand his ground, and there appears to be a measure of fortitude before even thinking of giving up completely. In all essence, it's something which shouldn't be so mighty in one who will take a shot before, giving one, time and again.

There appears nary a deeper level to his mind, than what one sees, unless one finds their way into the countless notebooks he keeps about, or they find a way about the wall of indifference that he keeps about the "complex" emotion that he glosses over. In any case, if one starts to see a bit more complexity to the expressions and words, it only shows that trust is definitely beginning to develop.

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