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RP: .:~Rain~:.
Name: Shiro Armada
Year born: unkown to him
Age: 15 1/2
Abilities: Shiro has the ability to look into the future, in a way, but not the good future or the worlds future. He can see into the horrible deaths of people. And if he is extremely lucky they come true. But it is very rare, the god of death is not the kind of man to just give away death dealing powers to random people. He is a "fallen angel" he has black wings and when he is angry his eyes turn the color of an autum sun-set. He is also very skilled in animal hunting and rangling. He also can melt into the fears and shadows of peoples mind, acting like a little evil concience. He can make people see and do such horrid things that they could die of insanity. And one other thing, it is sad, he has the desperation desease. It is slowly seeping through his body like a train rail being created by millions of little men. He also has dark blood and sometimes cannot help himself from attacking and killing at random. But not to feed, for fun.
Personality: Shiro is a silent boy, he usually keeps to himself and rarely openly speeks in public. His life as a boy was basically torture. He was a test subject to a scientist who enjoyed breeding monsters out of humans and such. So he is basically a little emo child. But not entriely, he has a soft side, and he would risk anything, and I mean anything, to keep a friend close to him.
Weapons: Anything he can find.
Appearance: Shiro usually wears black tight pants and skin tight shirts, but don't just think that he is emo, he just likes the look.
Background story: When Shiro was five he was taken away from his parents by the government of his small country. The senate and vice governor were two paranoid people. They hated non-humans. Anything that wasn't of pure human blood was to be snuffed out and disposed of. This included little boys. It was a cold afternoon during the middle of winter, snow caked the roof and the ground was like a frozen wonderland. Shiro was helping his mother in the kitchen making dinner. "Mom how come the army have to go to war all the time?" he asked, "Well my dear, we live in a powerful country and sometimes bad people try to steal our land. And we must protect our estate and land. So we must fight, it is sad, but true." Shiro looked down scowling, he hated fighting and blood shed. He hated death in general and anything that supported death was his enemy. However, he loved the concept of war; he was fascinated by the battle plans and the different groups of government and such. He had wanted to become a general, but not to fight, to construct plans and find a less violent way of waging wars. At the pouty face on his face his mother added "But don't worry, daddy will be back soon." Shiro didn't perk up but he felt reassured all the same. So they continued with their kitchen work.

At about 2:51 pm, later that day, there came tremendous banging and yelling sounds from outside their small house door. Shiro, on impulse, ran to the door and swung it open. He stood in shock, his mouth hanging open in utter awe, there were three huge men in dark black evil looking armor, two had helmets that looked like the heads you might find on a battering ram used in the dark ages. Back when knights and poets ruled over the land and people believed in witches and such. One of the men leaned back to see Kino, he smirked, "Ah, here we are. You must come with us young child." His mother came rushing to the door, huffing she said "What are these nice men here for Shiro?" Shiro looked up and blankly said "They said I gotta go with them to somewhere." His mother's eyes lit up in shock and she quickly grabbed Kino and screamed "No! Get away! You took my husband but not my son!" The man with the lance stepped forward, "But ma'am, we did not ask for him. On the contrary, we ordered him to come with us." Kino looked back and forth from his mother and the man, he was confused, but the trouble had barley started.

"No!" his mother screamed again, one of the men walked up and back handed her with his left huge meaty hand. With surprising ease she went flying back, hitting the wall with a bang. She fell to the ground and moved no more. Shiro stepped back, alarmed, "What do you want me for?!" he asked defiantly. "You are not a human; you must be done away with." "What the hell are you talking about?" yelled Shiro. He ran back and came back with a long bronze dagger: the gleaming blade shown in the cold and fake light of the snow. The man laughed and smacked Kino to the ground. Shiro was easily subdued and lay unconscious. The men picked him up and brought him to the insane king. From then on Shiro was the test subject of horrible torture like tests. This chiseled away his kind and caring personality and turned him into a kind of Spartan man in the body of a young boy.