Description
Age: Unkown (looks 21)
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 1 ton (Looks to be 250 lbs)
Hair Colour: Black with Silver streaks (Daily), Platinum (Sylvr), Jet Black (Seraphim), Jet Black (Lost Arch)
Eye Colour: Hazle, more to the green side.
On a Daily Basis, Kazuma wears a plain white T-shirt, with a leather jacket, unzipped open all the time, having spiked studs formed on the back of the jacket, in shape of an Inverted Cross. Wearing a Bullet Belt, across his waist along with a regular blood red studded belt. crossing each other with 2 chains on his left, and 1 chain on his right. Wearing black leather plants, shin high, belt strapped boots.
Daily---^
Lost Arch(Puppet Master)---^
Seraphim---^
Sylvr---^
Personality
Laid Back, Short Tempered, Bloodthirsty, Cocky, Serious, Funny (at certain times), Idealistic, Open Minded, Imaginative, Non Social, Abnormal, Conscientiousness, Self Controlled.
Kazuma has a series of personality disorders including: Bipolar, Antisocial, Histrionic, and Narcissistic Disorders.
Equipment
Kazuma's Arsonal of Weaponary consists of the following:
Masamune (Derived from Sephiroth in FF:VII)
Formynder (Custom; Guardian Blade)
Shinigami (Special Custom; Blade Of Death)
Residing from his mastery of all Postive Elements availabe, he mainly uses his Darkness, for he is the "Supposed" God of Darkness. Shinigami is his ultimate weapon, having unknown properties, it has been proven that due to it's density, sharpness, and durability, it has the power to easily slice through anything that comes in it's path, such as a knife through butter. Shinigami's brother blade Hisui, is the only blade that is able to black/deflect the Shinigami due to having the same properties as it, any other blade, will be sliced through.
He is mainly found wielding a regular long katana. In battle, he transforms his katana into the Masamune.
History
Sylvrant; A Magistic and Wonderous place, found beyond the Cosmos, to the brink of the Divine 15. A Beautiful Flourished world, where just the thought of it would bring great happiness to one's being. Home to the most Powerful, Magical, and Mystical Force known to any kind of species. History tells a story behind this "Force" as to be the saviors, and Lords of Time. History indicates this as The Divine, Ί XV. Just chanting the name brings fear into one's self being, utterly demoralizing the conscious mind. The Divine, Ί XV, brought peace upon the world Sylvrant, aswell as any other lifeforms in need. They brought Peace, Justice, and Loyalty to Sylvrant, and will make sure to continue, by any means necessary. They brought fear upon those to even dare challenge their meanings, however, something had come to them they dare not have even seen.
So begins...
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."