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Description

Flat color ref + old app here

Name: ; )

Age: 33

Height: 5'9" | 176cm

Race: Human
Elemental Affinity: Dark
Country of Origin: Kessa, although he's resided in Andaras most recently.
Favored God: Streiya

Curse Mark Location: Left side of neck.

Stats:
VIT - 1
PHYS - 1
SORC - 3
ACA - 5
LORE - 8
BLESS - 1

Personality: INTJ | Responsible | Sarcastic | Enigmatic | Stubborn | Witty | Composed

Asuka sees the world through a literarian’s eyes- one that finds shades of blue in every passing scene, and finds subtext lurking in every drawn-out breath and averted gaze. Metaphors thrive in both his thoughts as well as his speech-- a labyrinth of misdirection that rarely makes a clear point or statement. He has a knack for steering conversations in the direction he chooses, dancing away from ever giving clear answers or voicing his own opinions.

A seed of resentment was planted into Asuka’s being at a young age, and after being alive for more than 30 years that seed has blossomed into a miserable tree of hate that continues to grow with each passing year. Many of the things he does and says are spurred out of spite, as he has a jaded disposition towards life and humanity. He dispassionately reconciles and acknowledges that not all of humanity is irredeemable and that good people do exist, but he's not eager to give others the benefit of the doubt.

History:

Asuka was born and raised in Kessa, the eldest of two sons to a well-off family leading in apothecary practices in the area. His position in life was comfortable, so long as he kept his head down and bore the brunt of scrutiny from conservative relatives with convoluted expectations.

Which he did, of course.

He kept his head down. Unobtrusively as possible, Asuka moved from adolescence to adulthood, when he would finally leave his homeland behind for the bustling grandiosity of Dreto.

He didn’t look up then, either, even where there were magnificent spires to behold, spiraling above him.

For 7 years he stayed in Dreto, until he abandoned a new set of attachments and moved once more. Another new start, this time in Myrenn. There, he found some shred of hope and resolution in his work, and in love he found without searching for it.

Of course, that too let him down-- water under the bridge, that swept away all his attachments down in a swift current.
---
They started creeping into his work- victims of a strange symbol. Wellness exams breached into discussions about strange visions and dreams. There was an eerie discontent in their stories, which Asuka had no remedy for.

That was before the Priestess was murdered. After she died, the interactions changed. Old patients showed up again, begging for secrecy, making pleas to not release their records, which Asuka obliged in. New victims of the mark showed up on several occasions as well, always initiating consultations with a frightful truce. Varied requests arose from the desperation, requests for skin grafts, potent chemicals and toxins, even amputations-- all for the sake of freedom from the imposed bounty on their body.

It was probably his morbid curiosity to blame for what happened next- for leaving a peak of red peaking above his shirt that he could have otherwise concealed. Asuka’s colleagues weren’t as charitable as him, and when Andaran guards made their rounds Asuka paid the price for conspicuously vague medical records on top of his despicable human identity.
Miscellaneous: ; )
Physical Type(s): no
Magic:

Dark

Creation: Minor

Manipulation: Moderate

Sense: Major

[26 points allocated]

Description

Flat color ref + old app here

Name: ; )

Age: 33

Height: 5'9" | 176cm

Race: Human
Elemental Affinity: Dark
Country of Origin: Kessa, although he's resided in Andaras most recently.
Favored God: Streiya

Curse Mark Location: Left side of neck.

Stats:
VIT - 1
PHYS - 1
SORC - 3
ACA - 5
LORE - 8
BLESS - 1

Personality: INTJ | Responsible | Sarcastic | Enigmatic | Stubborn | Witty | Composed

Asuka sees the world through a literarian’s eyes- one that finds shades of blue in every passing scene, and finds subtext lurking in every drawn-out breath and averted gaze. Metaphors thrive in both his thoughts as well as his speech-- a labyrinth of misdirection that rarely makes a clear point or statement. He has a knack for steering conversations in the direction he chooses, dancing away from ever giving clear answers or voicing his own opinions.

A seed of resentment was planted into Asuka’s being at a young age, and after being alive for more than 30 years that seed has blossomed into a miserable tree of hate that continues to grow with each passing year. Many of the things he does and says are spurred out of spite, as he has a jaded disposition towards life and humanity. He dispassionately reconciles and acknowledges that not all of humanity is irredeemable and that good people do exist, but he's not eager to give others the benefit of the doubt.

History:

Asuka was born and raised in Kessa, the eldest of two sons to a well-off family leading in apothecary practices in the area. His position in life was comfortable, so long as he kept his head down and bore the brunt of scrutiny from conservative relatives with convoluted expectations.

Which he did, of course.

He kept his head down. Unobtrusively as possible, Asuka moved from adolescence to adulthood, when he would finally leave his homeland behind for the bustling grandiosity of Dreto.

He didn’t look up then, either, even where there were magnificent spires to behold, spiraling above him.

For 7 years he stayed in Dreto, until he abandoned a new set of attachments and moved once more. Another new start, this time in Myrenn. There, he found some shred of hope and resolution in his work, and in love he found without searching for it.

Of course, that too let him down-- water under the bridge, that swept away all his attachments down in a swift current.
---
They started creeping into his work- victims of a strange symbol. Wellness exams breached into discussions about strange visions and dreams. There was an eerie discontent in their stories, which Asuka had no remedy for.

That was before the Priestess was murdered. After she died, the interactions changed. Old patients showed up again, begging for secrecy, making pleas to not release their records, which Asuka obliged in. New victims of the mark showed up on several occasions as well, always initiating consultations with a frightful truce. Varied requests arose from the desperation, requests for skin grafts, potent chemicals and toxins, even amputations-- all for the sake of freedom from the imposed bounty on their body.

It was probably his morbid curiosity to blame for what happened next- for leaving a peak of red peaking above his shirt that he could have otherwise concealed. Asuka’s colleagues weren’t as charitable as him, and when Andaran guards made their rounds Asuka paid the price for conspicuously vague medical records on top of his despicable human identity.
Miscellaneous: ; )
Physical Type(s): no
Magic:

Dark

Creation: Minor

Manipulation: Moderate

Sense: Major

[26 points allocated]