Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Doll
Role: Doll
Orientation: straight
Status:Single
Appearance: he has had the markings on his face since he can remember. He is 6'5 and doesn't rightly know his weight, and always seen wearing a necklece with a small metal heart wrapped in barbed wire. His skin is very pale almost like he is made out of porclien but that is not true, he is made from cermanics he keeps his light purple hair long and usually has it in a loose pony tail at the nape of his neck though he lets two long strands of hair fall to the side of his face. He wears what many would think a magician would wear, a well taliored black tail coat, a nice white dress shirt and black slacks, his shoes are black leather cuff boots and he always carries a journal and a walking stick. He has a problem with one of his eyes, one of them if cracked and he won't tell anyone how that happened. Some assume it was from harsh treatment or that he was clumsy and fell, though he could get it replaced he refuses fiercely. He looks almost human aside from his eye and the way he can move, if he takes off his shirt and jacket you can see his ball joints, he covers his finger joints with white gloves, though he was a finely crafted doll those are hardly noticable.
Personality:He is a kind person at heart but often does not show it to others, but does not like being treated harshly. He is a patient doll and loves music and song. He is cold to strangers fearing that if he gets attached it will only end up poorly for both of them. When he is angry he is reckless and rash in his judgement where he usually is the calm and collective on. He hates to see girls getting hurt because he is a bit chilarvious. He taps his finger against his arm if he gets impatient.
Hobbies: He likes to read, keep a journal, fencing, and martial arts, tea, freedom, magic acts
Dislikes: the king, the black puppets, being mistreated, seeing others get mistreated, seeing women get put into harms way, people asking about his eye.
Likes:Books, the piano, swords, magic acts, walking sticks, classical music, people not endagered, his fractured eye, hia necklace.
History:He had a brother, a twin in fact that looked almost like him when they were created, in fact they had the souls of twins inside them, except he had black hair and red eyes, they got along fine, splendidly in fact helping each other with their chores and made it seem that maybe working for the King wasn't that bad... until the fateful day when the king ordered them to fight... for his amusementm until one of them broke. They were shocked and Azerius dared ask the king why? The king said nothing beside repeat the order again. Azerius begged not to fight, he couldn't that was his twin! His brother his friend! The king shouted at him and said that if they did not fight he would order his guards to break them both. Azerius' brother looked at him and told him that if they fought at least one would live. So they did, both using their specialities, Azerius being a fencer and a stage magician, while his brother was a staff user and an illusionist. The fight was hectic each not really wanting to fight each other but both not wanting to be the one that broke. His twin delivered a crack to his brothers head, cracking one of his glass blue eyes while Azerius did the same. In the end though Azerius won breaking his own brother, he wished to cry but did not, could not. He said nothing to the king and left picking up his brothers necklace on the way out. He fixed his cracked face but left his eye how it is, from then on he shut out the world wanting to escape from this realm. When Lace offered him that very wish he readily accepted.