"...I don't need your help...But thanks for being here anyway." (The Prism's bastard son)
He is scared obviously. He comes off as skittish and shy. Truth is, he is a really nice guy and a strong leader, even if seems clueless at times. Loyal to the last breath, however, if betrayed, he almost never forgives. He isn't very trusting at first, but thats because his father made sure to make him wary of every stranger he'd meet on his way. Never know who is a spy and who isn't. Or an assassin. Or, as his father warned him of the most, a false friend. He has...a bit of a temper when threatened. After cowering that is. If pushed into a corner, he lashes out.
Aside from his violin, the only thing he took from his home aside from the clothes on his back, he has his red spectacles. He also has a ring his false father gave him before he died, a simple silver pinky ring that he wears as a necklace. The Prism also gave him an ornate pistol, loaded with a self renewing chamber that fires orange luxin gunshot. Its a wheel-lock, so it takes a little longer to fire consecutive shots but its more accurate. He's terrified of the weapon.
Dazen had never had a normal life. Being born into one of the noble families, even if they were a lesser tier than the rest, meant he had certain obligations. But it never felt right. He hated being rich. Hated all the spoils he never asked for. He tried to work for himself, without his parents help. Eventually they understood and let him make his own way in life. After his father's funeral, his mother shattered the world he knew. She told him that he wasn't just a bastard...in the blood sense of the word. That didn't shock him. He had always loved his parents, but he looked nothing like them. But who his father was? The most powerful man in the world? The Prism? As his dad?! He was shocked...and he knew he would never have the normal life he wanted. He spent years being trained in the Chromeria, the place where luxiants are taught how to use their powers. Then, one day, he was pulled out of class. Barred from attending. He spoke to his real father, for only the fourth time in his life. In five years he only spoke to the Prism four times. But he had always been kind, polite, joking, caring, and...as he grew, proud. And sad that he hadn't had the guts to raise him himself. He told him that the Spectrum had found out about his existence and who he was. And while the Spectrum were fair and usually just, they all had their personal reasons for wishing to do the Prism harm. They couldn't harm him directly, so now, they would go after his son. He was forced to flea...and he ran far far away. Its been about a week now. No ones come after him yet...but he was still scared. But he arrived where his Father told him to go. So far, so good.