((new person!))
Name: Daisuke Nashitawa (Dai for short)
Age: 19
Element: Electricity (includes Technology)
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Weapon of choice: Kusanagi (grass katana)
Bio: His dad was a soldier, his mom an elementalist, the rest was history in the making. They fell in love, it was forbidden, but love nonetheless.
He grew up always hiding his powers, he was allowed to train only with his mother and show no one else about it. He grew up carefree and normal like all the other children without powers, the only difference was that he was always smarter than most. Being popular wasn't so bad either. But he wanted to travel the world. At that time, his city was paranoid of the elementalists, and refused to allow any humans freedom to leave unless it was strict military business. So he decided to join the army, not knowing what was coming. Upon figuring out that his job was to kill his own kind, he was shocked. No one knew about that and he wanted out. but being one of the most intelligent officers in his regime, they didn't allow him. So he just stays in the down low, waiting for a chance to escape the god forsaken army.
Other: he is a wiz at technology and carries his computer with him at all times.
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Daisuke walked out of the alley way that he had hidden from. the first few minutes of the battle were brutal. he was trying to look like he was fighting when really he was trying to find a place to hide. he refused to remove his kusanagi from its blade because he didnt want to fight his own kind. He was interested and astounded by the level of abilities these elementalists had. And he had also realized that it would slowly become a giant slaughter. So he hid in the alleyway, waiting to come out, hoping that this was his one chance of escaping. He held his gun ready and his sword on his back.
"what a mess." he said looking at the torn up bodies of the soldiers, some duplicates, others, not so.
He was about to turn the corner when he spotted officer James talking to someone. with a quick reflex action, he spun around, back against the wall and peered over at the conversation that was soon turned into a battle.