Character Name: Kazuyasu
Age: Unknown (even to creator. D: )
Race: Angel
Sex: Male
Appearance: White hair, grey eyes, slim build, 5'9", slightly tinted complexion more towards a light tan, has an earring on each ear (each of which being silver), primarily wears a full suit of armour with no helm and when in street clothes wears a pair of black pants with a black shirt followed by a pair of black knuckle gloves and a white over shirt.
Weaponry: Uses four types of weaponry including an angelic bow known as the Seventh Heaven; one medium-long ranged sword nicknamed the Crackler, a thunder element blade able to attack from both short and long ranges; a stave with no official name, but is primarily used for defense and purification and lastly, a short blade roughly about 1'5" long that was tempered with Holy Water and coated with Anointing oil which was absorbed into the blade shortly after its refinement process.
Personality: Calm, cool, collected and at times, even laid back yet when left with a tough decision, has a cold sense of conviction to wipe out anything that is not worth saving in any regard whatsoever, yet holds no grudges or any personal hatred towards the damned. He sees them as those who are already being punished for their atrocities and therefore feels that anything he wold do to them would be an act of cruelty unless fighting them would be in an effort to suppress the masses into going into a state of uproarious chaos.
History: Kazuyasu was born well over seven thousand years ago into a poor family in what would now be called Palestine. Throughout his life, he had thought that there was always a deeper meaning into life and sought to see more fulfillment within society and as a youth, had formed his own mini coalitions which had set better ideals of tribal laws and edicts. He didn't want any glamour... nay, he only wanted order. As he grew older, his thoughts matured and he eventually joined the tribal militia in order to set into place some stability. Not once did his village ever go into battle, but out of everyone within it, he was regarded as their smoothest and most fluid fighter in both hand to hand combat and swordplay. He had died a peaceful life and seven days after his death, he was recognized by God and was even drawn into the Gates of Heaven, considered a first within his time before it seemed as though those who were so abhorrently lowly with their sins and transgressions were allowed on such sacred ground. During his time in Heaven, his talents had grown and matured, refined and sharpened. Over time, his physique had changed and morphed into the design closer to the Immaculate's design, still keeping some defining characteristics of his own. He was known as a renowned swordsmith and wielder, his strength lacking, yet his fluidity second only to a few other swordsmen. Eventually, he was caught in the Celestial war and lead a garrison unit of fifty other warriors. Unfortunately, within the fight, he was leading the front lines and was smacked down to earth where he lay in an amnesia-like state of hibernation. Luckily as he fell, even though his body could not be grasped, articles that he wore were saved from being sullied.
The impact was so great that when he fell, he had left a sizable crater within the Earth and inevitably was buried over in his sleep. Thousands of years passed and yet he somehow awoke, not knowing of anything that had happened to him other than being found naked within a farmers field. From this farmer, he had once again found a family, but always felt off, yet was accepted... he felt happy again. Time went on and eventually the family that had raised him had perished, however as Kazuyasu began looking through the assets, he found a certain note telling him that there was a certain "treasure" to be found by looking in one patch in the field labeled as the "King Arthur" spot. Struck by his profound inquiry, he found the spot and began digging... only to find the blade that had once belonged to him! Once he pulled it out of the sheath, he was promptly electrocuted, yet in that instant, his memories began to flood back to him... well, almost. All he had recalled was what battles he had fought and his former life... but not of his identity. All he knew was his name but not of who he was or what he had truly done... oh, he had been blessed and smote at the same time... However as time progressed, he met people such as Kaori who had essentially become his big sister of sorts, Evolin, an acquaintance of his who tended to his housing on his journey of self discovery and of course, thirst for alcohol.
Eventually, he had to leave his temporary housing as he learned more about himself until almost nothing was left out of his mind. He was once again able to sprout his wings and take to the skies to journey, see lands he did not know of and learn more of the people that now inhabited the planet that he had once lived in himself. Eventually, his journey took him to the Shinigami Library where he once again met up with Kaori and met other great companions such as Guyy Myurr and so on... and how he ended up seeing his enemy Acropilis... would they continue to stay enemies or would they eventually ally themselves together for the greater common good? Only time could tell... but all that could truly be said was that he was a fallen angel now... and he had to redeem himself in order to go back to Heaven again and meet with his comrades again... would they refuse him or welcome him with open arms? Nothing was certain... the pressure was on and yet all he truly wanted was to just go back home... yet to leave his newfound friends would also be wrenching... He would have to make a great sacrifice... but which one...?
Additional Information: Has a Napolean complex, loves nature and small animals, weakness: his love for adorable cats, has a voracious appetite, enjoys a good drink, loves flank steak curry, has a small narcissism complex and on occasion likes to sleep on the floor
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