[hider=Thomas Violet][center][b][color=violet]• Appearance:[/color][/b] 

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[b][color=violet]• Name:[/color][/b] Thomas Violet

[b][color=violet]• Title:[/color][/b] N/A

[b][color=violet]• Age:[/color][/b] 18

[b][color=violet]• Class:[/color][/b] Rogue (Sword)

[b][color=violet]• Aspect of Soul:[/color][/b] Double-Edged Glaive – Well, when one blade isn’t enough, why not stick another one on there? Easy to spin and show off with, apart from its deadly capabilities, it’s somewhat a representation of the brash, irrational, but arguably strong, interior to Thomas that he sometimes shows during a battle, contrary to his slightly shy exterior. From the end of one blade to the other it’s roughly 180 centimetres (6 feet) long, a few inches taller than its owner, giving it a fair amount of reach. The two blades are 60 centimetres (2 feet) long themselves and curve in alternating directions at each end, with an equally long hilt between them. It proves an effective weapon, its two blades providing a sometimes overwhelming offence, and its spin, which seems to be aided by its design, giving Thomas a defence that, though risky, can prove useful in a pinch. However, it is the weapon’s unique attribute that makes it truly interesting…

[b][color=violet]• Abilities:[/color][/b] Weapon Morph – Though the form it naturally takes is the double-edged glaive, Thomas’ weapon also has the ability to morph into two other forms on the fly to help make up for certain weaknesses when against different foes, or when the situation calls for it in general. Those two forms are a scimitar, and a recurve bow. 
The scimitar has a long, curved blade, around 90cm (3 feet) long in fact, with sharp and distinguished edges and tapers but a minimally decorated leather hilt. Where the glaive lacks offensively in very close combat, the scimitar shines, though surprisingly its striking speed is practically the same. 
Whether it’s a result of the ability, or through sheer luck, the recurve bow seems almost bespoke for him, not too big or small. It seems to be made from wood and a metal alloy twined together, a thick and strong string running between the two ends, pulled taut. Obviously it shines the most in ranged combat, the curves on the bow allowing arrows to travel a great distance with incredible power and speed, but it has more utility besides that: being able to shoot objects and various other targets from afar to try and retrieve them, or for some other purpose, as well as being useful for stealth operations. 
In simple terms, though he may not be able to do much else yet, Thomas has almost all bases covered as far as weaponry goes. However, until his skills improve, he seems to be more of a ‘Jack of All Trades, Master of None’.

[b][color=violet]• Background:[/color][/b] Thomas was adopted as a baby and, though he can’t remember his biological family, he knew he was adopted almost as soon as he learned the concept of it, given the not so subtle differences between him and his adoptive family- it’s pretty simple to distinguish between black and blond hair, and violet and blue eyes. However, he just assumed that his real family had probably died and left him orphaned as a baby. 
Despite this, he had a normal childhood, quite comfortable with his role as the “one shy kid at the back of the class” wherever he went. He had his adoptive siblings to hang out with, to show his more extroverted side, and though to some it seemed almost sad, he was quite happy with just them as his friends. In fact, it was rare that he’d think of the family he’d never had, funnily enough, given that he had a seemingly perfectly good one where he was. He always meant to ask his parents about his true family, though, about where his origins laid, but always seemed to procrastinate actually doing it. It’s not like he wouldn’t be able to ask them later, right? He’d come to eventually regret these thoughts, those decisions. 
Just days before his 18th birthday, while Thomas was out buying groceries, a large gas explosion set off in the apartment complex where he lived. Among the 23 fatalities were his adoptive parents, his sister and his brother. Now, Thomas had no friends to turn to, nor family. He was alone, having taken his company for granted. All at once, his life seemed to fall apart before him. He stopped going to school, in fact he practically became a shut-in, only occasionally leaving the temporary accommodation he’d been provided as compensation for food. It was nothing short of a pitiful existence, one that would be simply depressing and painful to watch, but no one was watching. It wasn’t fair. 
Weeks passed, but, just before he lost all hope, he caught something out of the corner of his eye: a shadow outside of his window. When he looked out though, it was no shadow, but the Tower, looming over Miso City. What was almost as curious as the Tower itself, however, was the complete lack of attention to it. Nothing on social media, nothing anywhere on the internet as far as he could see, not even people he could see in the street reacted to it. Was he the only one that could see it? Staring at it more, a warm sensation made excited knots in his stomach. It was strange, almost instinctive, but somehow he knew: If he was going to find out about his true family, his roots, his origin, he would have to go there. It was the start of a journey, a journey of epic proportions. 

[b][color=violet]• Inventory:[/color][/b] Thomas carries a quiver with him for when he uses his bow. It’s a normal leather quiver, with 15 regular arrows inside. He wishes they were magical though, it’s quite a hassle to collect them all.[/center][/hider]