Username: Biblis
Character Name: Zasz Decarte
Aliases: The Black Swordsman....
Species: Hanyou, A half demon.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Unknown
Height: About 6 feet
Weight: probably 200 lbs
Bloodtype: Unknown
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Green, Red, or Yellow...
Appearance:Zasz
Personality: Dark, cold, A loner....
Bio: He was born of earth of a mortal mother, his father was something special though...He never really met his father, just heard stories about all his deeds, his father was a great mercinary, a legendary warrior known as Circe...He was training since the day he could hold a sword, he was a remarkably fast learner...back in this day and age space travel didnt even exist yet, people lived and died by the sword, in his teen years he was found to be more than just a typical human, he was a Hanyou, a half demon...He could Transmutate, he could switch in and out of his human, demon and pure forms...He was exiled of his people, he grew up in the wilderness, training and becoming strong, he was an extrodinary warrior...After many generations went by local townspeople had made many of legends about him, that he was some crazy man, a demon, all sorts of things...He returned to the town he grew up in one day, it was the year 1969 and he was in a nation of Asia, he had traveled the world and watched it advance, growing older, his body not aging, but his mind growing stronger...He then began to mold himself into the modern day culture in Asia, he was seen as a Samurai there, a man of honor...Generations passed and he remained alive, he longed to die as the technology kept going, He couldnt, and killing himself was out of the question, that would be a sign of dishonor to him..he lived in exile, not wanting to be seen or known by anyone, he was constantly hiding from people who came to take over the land he was living on, switching his living quarters all the time, living in constant fear of being found out...untill in the extreme future (Present day RP) He was found, and was accepted, realized there were things out in the universe much worse than him anyway...he became a mercinary and traveled from Planet to planet fighting for Gangs, intergalactic wars, his sword by his side all the time....
Relations: None
Profession: Mercinary
Weaponry: A Black Obsidion Dai Katana, its blade is five feet long, the hilt a foot and a half and made of ebony...on the blade a ruby inlay of a large dragon going all along it, its mouth wide open at the tip of the sword, a sign of the Vorpal...
Items: His black trenchcoat, A silver necklace
Skills/Powers: Transfigureation, Vorpal Blade
Special Attributes: Speed, hearing, Flight *His wings*
Faults: Sensitive ears, anything high pitched hurts him...Always alone....Wings cause him ALOT of pain.
Quote: It is my perception that a true friend never relies on anothers dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend must be able to find his own reason for life without my help. And he should put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal to me in all respects
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