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[color=6ecff6]Name:[/color] Crispin Clean

[color=6ecff6]Age:[/color] 17

[color=6ecff6]Appearance:[/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/HCXQGrl.png[/img]

[color=6ecff6]Bio/Summary:[/color] Crispin was born to a noble house that had fallen on very rough times due to a generational honour that slowly ate away at the family’s prosperity. [i]Noblesse Oblige[/i]. It is those two words that represent so much that dictated much of Crispin’s early life. He must take care of those from a lower station no matter how much personal hardship it would cause him or his family to suffer. Crispin naturally saw this as self-destructive and simply had to look at the past generations whom had allowed the family wealth and wellbeing to be feasted upon by what Crispin grew to see as parasites and would swear he could feel himself being eaten away at in his own home.

Still as any noble should, Clean didn’t speak up nor dis he complain to his family. He silently accepted his family’s choice and he simply chose to not be a part of it any longer. Changing his last name to Clean, cutting all ties to his family as his old name faded. With his Clean break, Crispin relied upon his personal skills to enter the Cadenza Imperial Military Academy and began his quest for personal gain and a respectable life. And in regards to his family 'tradition' with [i]Noblesse Oblige[/i]? Crispin refuses to let such an obligation to serve imposed by those in the past shackle him. If he provides a service, he will be compensated. Obligation and tradition isn't something you can eat, so he can't live off of it.

[color=6ecff6]Vessel:[/color] In its Dormant state, Crispin’s Vessel, Dumah, takes the appearance of a red business tie. By simply removing the tie, the fabric unfurls into a rapier with a basket hilt. The blade is crimson matching his tie in colour and the basket hilt is gold.

[color=6ecff6]Abilities:[/color] Crispin’s Dumah possesses the ability of “Silence”. When the ability is activated, within a 50 meter radius of him no sound is made, not from clashing weapons, not from the wind, nothing. The longer Silence is used the more world loses its lustre, colours slowly fade as it is in effect potentially resulting in a monochrome world within his boundaries, as if the quiet pollutes the world into becoming a silent film.

[color=6ecff6]Equipment:[/color] Crispin carries a small array of throwing knives with which he practices diligently and at his hip he has a parrying dagger to pair with Dumah in its rapier form.

[color=6ecff6]Trivia/Other:[/color] Crispin hates mess. A mess means that he isn’t in control of either himself or the situation, either scenario being greatly frustrating. Crispin isn’t so pathetic as to become catatonic or anything so drastic at such a situation, but the messier he is the more likely it is for him to act recklessly and for his temper to show where he can become downright vicious.
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