Player: PopeAlessandros

Name: Amano Hughes

Race: Human

Age: 19

Height: 6' 1”

Weight: 130lbs

Hair: Black, cut perfectly even just above the shoulders, with bangs parted down the middle and as long as the rest of the hair. Occasionally he pulls it back into a short pony.

Eyes: Chocolate Brown

Skin: Very pale from lack of sun exposure

Build: Very slight, his only exorcise being fencing.

Clothes: He's a richer kid who wears clothes fitting his station, but he starts the RP nude.

Accessories: A silver pocket watch his father gave him so that he stops being late for his classes.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He's an excellent fencer, but other than that he has no skills of note.

General Personality: He has the natural rich kid arrogance, but he masks it well beneath a truthfully very awkward visage. He's rather shy and has a tendency to say the wrong things. However his arrogance shines through when other rich kids start trying to get him to engage in their favorite spot: Picking on poor people. He's very convincing and has often times left groups of confused entitled asses standing around scratching their heads, wondering if they had just been insulted or complemented. He has a strong moral code, but will set it aside when his emotions override his rational mind.

Background: Amano is the son of the man who owns most of the store property in town, and as such he's never wanted for anything. He has three older brothers who are all training to take over their father's job when he dies. As the youngest, Amano was given the choice at a young age on weather or not he wanted to complete with his siblings for the job, but he declined without hesitation. It may have had something to do with the eldest threatening his seven year old brother's life should he not do so, but no one may ever know the real reason. Amano spent most of his childhood wandering around town, meeting people and drawing pictures. The drawing were never very good, but they made him happy.

Despite knowing most of the people in town, Amano is still very awkward around people his age and has a tenancy to stutter when he get nervous. He took up fencing a few years ago and advanced through the ranks quickly due to his slender build and innate abilities. As of late he's spent a lot of time just outside of town, sketching trees and the like from inside the shadows of the houses. 

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The room smells strongly of incense and blood. The hooded figures move slowly around the edges, chanting in an old arcane language as they slowly spread droplets of boar blood around the room. As they move counter clockwise a figure to their left struggles vainly against the chains binding him to an ornate old stone alter. On the floor around the alter is an old alchemy circle in white paint, splattered with blood and bedecked with bloody animal bones over the proper symbols. The chanting increases in volume, and the nude figure chained to the alter gives out muffled cries through the cloth gag in his mouth. 

The cries reach a peak when he spies one of the hooded figures steps out of the circle and approaches the alter, a silver knife appearing from the folds of it's robes. Tears pour freely down his cheeks and back into his raven black hair as the flickering light from the few trorches around the stone chamber glint off the polished blade. He screams as the blade comes down and slices him once, twice, four times. One slice in each limb. His blood flows from the wounds, pouring down his pale skin on to the stone of the alter. He coughs, trying desperately to beg the men to stop, but all Amano manages to do is inhale his own saliva. As the action causes a coughing fit, the young man peels a sense of surrealism come over him.

[i]'How is this happening? It can't be. I must be dreaming, or hallucinating all this'[/i] His eyes roll back in his head as he recalls his day. He'd woken as he always had, to the sound of his pet songbird Musaya singing to the sunrise. After a quick breakfast he bid the staff farewell as he rushed out the door. He hadn't seen any of his family that morning, but that wasn't unusual. The lot of them tended to be up before sunrise to go inspect some thing or another. Being a landlord was never something Amano wanted to be, and the early morning his family has is simply one more thing to add to the long list of reasons why he's content to spend his life doing wheat he likes.

The dank chamber fades from view as the blood loss starts to take it's toll. Instead he sees the wheat and trees he'd been observing when he began to nod off. A face floats before his eyes, but even as his heart skips a beat in recognition, the fleeting sight vanishes and with it his knowledge of just who it was that found him seated against one of the older apartments at the edge of town, facing the old forest. The feeling of cold metal against his neck shocks the young man back to the horror at hand. He swallows hard, his terror coming to a sharp point as he feels the blade pressing harder into his flesh. He's about to close his eyes, unable to bare the darkness glaring out at him from beneath the thick black hood any longer when suddenly there's a bright flash of fire and everyone in the room cries out and falls back away from the blaze. Unable to move away Amano simply stays as still as possible as the flames seem to shift and move. Then suddenly, a figure appears in the flames.