Name: Yasha
Age: Around 18-25
Appearance: Avatar (Aint Got Linkie Sorry) (Just That Yasha's Hair Is Longer, Same Color. You See The Bit Running Down The Back? That's His Hair (: )
Personality: Yasha is a very well....calm demon, he very rarely starts fights he ends them quickly. Yasha isn't that bright. He often mistakes a horse for a cow. (Luckly he's not a farmer ey?) He enjoys joking around and playing tricks on others that he knows greatly.
Allignment:Neutral
Character History: Yasha was born into a world of shadows and bitterness, his heart was hidden from the kind hands of love that he never possed. At the age of two years Yasha's parents were killed by a demon that he had grown very close to, the demons name was Yuki, the demon of ice and snow, her heart was bitter but Yasha's smile often comferted her. Yuki and Yasha grew very close but sadly she was killed by rough masked demons not known by either of the two when Yasha hit the age of 13 years. Yasha was in a deep coma right after the death of Yuki, his body was cold and violently brusied. He rose from a coma when he hit 15 having been in it for two years, his body looked strange and he had to learn everything he had once learnt before. Yasha rembered nothing about him self or his friends, he began to mix in with the wrong crouds at school and pushed himself to the edge of life with the very fine metal blades that belonged to his best friends razor, with one quick slice he had opened a new door and closed another blood stained one. He was found at 2am on July 3rd, his birthday from what every one knows, his body rests in the grave yard of snow next to an unknown grave that one day dissapeard. He arose in the cold barren lands of the demon planes, his eyes grew darker each day he spent in the cold wilderness that he belived to be earth. The door slamed shut behind him showing no will of opening, he was left there all alone.
As two months of walking slowly passed he finaly found the life of another being that he belived to be human, yet they seemed to be the exact same demons that made his one true friend leave him, in his hand materialised a sword of dark black ice, he raised it to the sky with a wicked smile, the clouds began to form over the three as Yasha chuckled loudly fear passed into the bodies of those he apposed with great joy. Yasha looked them into their very own grey eyes, with one blink he was gone, his dark raven colored wings fluttered in the great sky above casting a shadow down on the cold land, he smiled, with a grin on his face he decended to the floor, his blade seemed to smile. A cry of pain echoed over the icy hills soon followed by a cloud of red blood that stained the white floor below. Yasha landed softly on the icy ground, a small cloud of icy crystals pushed out below him, they settled softly in the floor as Yasha began to walk once more.
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Ability Type: (How Many We Aloud?) Water Incarnations And Wind
Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:15 pm
