Nacre Name: Zuro
Nacre Type: Adin
Age: 21
Male [x] Female []
Occupation: Drifter
Caiche partner: None
Appearance:
Description: With dull yellow eyes and firey red hair, Zuro stands out from the crowd at a height of 5'11". He is typically see wear loose easy to move in clothing and a very curios sword sheathed at his hip. Some report that even after being slashed by a man with red hair they were little more than bruised, leading many who even deigned to remember an adin thief, to think that whom ever it was must be a horrendously weak swordsman.
Personality: With hopes of ever becoming a respectable person in society and assured fate worse than death, Zuro typically acts very kindly even goes out of his way to help someone in need, anything to leave an imprint on the lives of those around him. And even though many reject his help outright or even just avoid him all together he continues, though if one good thing came form having people avoid you is that he can have peace and quite whenever he wants.
Likes: Zuro enjoys what many people take for granted, food, a dry place to sleep, taking a bath with warm water. Past all that he enjoys having a connection to his past life and someone he can talk to, Neco.
Dislikes: Being a outcast of society, Zuro can't afford to dislike much. Though if there had to be one thing it would be someone who is his opposite, an enhanced.
Fears: Nothing. Someone who will assuredly disappear fears nothing.
History: Not many care to hear the past of an Adin, but where else to start besides his twelfth birthday. His father, an enhanced of some great repute, began Zuro's training in many things combat related. Everything from tactics and command to actual sword play, even basic first aid and survivalist training, it was all for the day when Zuro would find his Caiche. For 6 Years he trained for long hours believing he could become a great and powerful man like his father. The his eighteenth birthday rolled around and even though the family held out hope till the very last minute, Zuro's Caiche never came. He was disowned, not immediately, but eventually he was to save their family name he was stripped of it and struck out of their books. He became an outcast of society wandering from town to town doing anything for money from stealing to mercenary work and everything in between. Only one person remained from his past life, Neco, They had met when they were kids and their friendship grew exponentially over the years. She is now the one of maybe a handful of people who will speak to him kindly, and even though she help support him lately he has begun distancing himself from her. It pains him to know that she became a soldier , a job she hates, to help him and he know that if he would continue to grow closer to her in the end she would only be hurt more after he disappeared.