"Well, my situation could be worse..."
Name: Zianro Azura
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Theme Songs: Main Theme Battle Theme Emotional Theme
Physical Description: he stands around 5"11, the only distinguishing feature is his white hair against his skin, which is slightly tan from his travels. He often wears red and black in the style of a traditional Valsir warrior's garb.
Equipment:
A weapon forged long ago by his ancestors, this blade has passed from father to son in a respectable manner, the knowledge of how the blade was forged was lost as the generations passed. What was once a possible feat of metalwork has turned family heirloom and storied origins. His grandfather claimed a Powerful Spirit forged the blade, whilst his father claimed a dragon heated the metal with his breath and demanded a sample of the ancestor's blood to help quench the metal. Stories aside, Draconil is a robust blade built to last and is still sharp.
Strengths: Swordsmanship, a vocalist (though a song might not help him..), and a natural thinker.
Weaknesses: He is not a long ranged weapon user, which would make him run into serious trouble against an archer or a gunman. His other weakness includes his own inner demons. His own anger can cause him to easily turn on friends and enemies alike. Although, since he's imprisoned in the Zankor Empire, it might be considered that he's surrounded by the enemy.
Personality: When one first encounters Zianro Azura, one would find that he's one of those mercenaries who loves to make others around him smile and laugh whilst he himself keeps a straight face. His humble origins and attitudes give him away as a person with a lust for life and all it's positive points, whilst poking fun or criticizing the bad. He loves friendships and tries to make them wherever he travels. Zianro treats these friendships almost as if they're holding him afloat in a turbulent world of sorrow and grief. He doesn't tolerate sadness or injustice and is willing to fight the causes wherever he finds it.
But everyone has their dark side, and Zianro's is his own mind. The reason he became a Stable Boy, and then later, a mercenary, was because he was born with a disability that makes him unable to fully understand the body languages of people, only the basics of it he can fully comprehend. He is easily frustrated at times, and when he himself gets upset or angry, he acts almost hostile to anyone, for only a few brief seconds before if it's a friend, would stop and apologize, and then sit alone, drowning his sorrow with food and drink. He finds it ironic, that he can understand other's sorrows and make them feel at ease, but can never fully save himself from his own inner demons.
Likes: Making people laugh, Justice, discovering new things, light.
Dislikes: Darkness, injustice, being ridiculed, being angered, people suffering.
History: Zianro Azura was the youngest and only son in a family of seven. His father was a successful tavern owner complete with stables, shop, and meeting areas for society. Na'ari had no clear sign of inheriting the family business since his eldest sister married when he was six, but was told he would inherit something very special and close to the very core of the Family. But before he could have it, he had to earn it. This lead to his career as a stable boy, tending to the horses of guests that had travelled by that transportation. It was here he learned how to ride horses and learn their behavior, his first real passion. The years went by and Na'ari grew older.
At age fourteen, he worked at the stables and saw a robber attempting to steal from a client at the inn. The attempt was stopped by a visiting Mercenary who had the most intimidating stallion he ever saw. Close behind him was the Mercenary's posse, of nearly sixty men, all veteran fighters. The leader was actually an old friend of Zianro's father and came to collect on an old debt of teaching one of his children to be a fighter. To choose, he acted rude and harsh towards another client and accused his father for keeping low lifes in his tavern, and Na'ari, who was inside resting from work, reacted almost out of his own nature to save the client and punched the man square in the jaw. The mercenary laughed and patted Na'ari's shoulder. "You Pass!", was the shout by the mercenary, who wasn't after any of his sisters, but for Zianro and Zianro alone.
It was then his Father took Zianro aside, and presented him with Draconil, a sword that according to his father was forged by his Ancestor, a man also called Na'ari, and was passed down from generation to generation anonymously, usually from father to son, and was used by his grandfather during a Great War. It was then he was taken by the Mercenaries and left Valsir. He lived with the Band for awhile, three years as an apprentice mercenary with odd jobs and little opportunity to test his sword in a real fight. He kept people entertained with his gift of song and storytelling during those three years. At age Seventeen he was fully inducted as a member of the group.
It was then shortly afterward, he gained notoriety for slaying a large powerful Dragon in the mountains after fighting it for three days, elevating him to Champion of Valsir due to his lineage with the Maker and first wielder of Draconil. He was then sent to Zankor Empire to investigate the rumors of an evil Princess who will be next in line. Fate took the reins and soon he was caught by Imperial forces.
Other: His Official Titles are, Champion of Valsir, Dragon of the Northeastern Mountains (given after his Slaying of a dragon). He also has several scars on his back from several other campaigns before taking up the investigation.
Face Claim: Archer of Fate Stay Night
