Name:

Kazeielan Rae Caenust

Age:

2, 567

Species:

Immortal, straight up. Unless you count his little demon-powers.

Profession:

Assassin

Physical Description:

His hair is bright crimson and hangs to his shoulders with black streaks framing his scarred face. He tries his hardest to block all emotions from his face and eyes. A scar falls over his right eye, causing blindness, though his other eye is dark green, almost black. And he couldn't be complete without sharp ivory teeth. He keeps my claw-like nails painted black. Four scars are on the left side of his neck, like the corners of a square. Blasted screws. From a battle he can't remember there is a scar on his collar bone, angling left. He think it's from a demon.
The only thing he wears around his neck any more is black gem on a silver chain, suspended over his heart, the last visible reminant of Arra. He have tattoos on either side of his jaw that look like the tails of scorpions, as well as on his collarbones.
He doesn't go anywhere without the hooded, leather trenchcoat, which is black like the rest of his outfit. He wears heavy boots with silver chains around the ankles.
Old scars from the night he met Arra riddle his back from being pushed out a window. Another scar is on his right side, between his ribs, just a small mark from the night he met her

Personality:


You could say he's been ' emotionally and mentally unstable ' since he was twelve and Rayvhon took him from what family he had. He loves a darkly sarcastic comment, and thinks of things he cannot fear himself, death being the largest one. He respects those who are dead, as well as those who can die, but make him angry, and he'll show you a new definition of animal. Any emotion is a risk of pushing him back to the. . . thing he hasn't been in over a thousand years. He fears only one thing, but you would have to gain his trust to so much as get him to feel. And he is stubborn as his father.

History:

At the age of twelve, Rayvhon took him from his mother, which is also when Kaze got his eye slashed. He spent sixteen years in a place not unlike the Roman collesums, where he had a collar put on him and was forced to fight for his life on a weekly basis. He escaped, but he was chased for four hundred years by bounty hunters. Then he met Arra and everything changed. He was restored to something like a human again, but for no more than twenty years. Arra had been murdered. He still spends his days searching for her killer, bloodlust filling his dark green eyes.

Favorite Color:

Jade Green

Favorite Food:

Anything that tastes Greek.

Pet:

Darkness itself is almost a pet to him, but a lot closer to part of his soul. So, really, he doesn't have any actual pets.

[b]Items Normally Carried:[b]

Usually around fourty to fifty knives, a whetstone, and a flint for making fire. He carries a leather bag with a change of clothes in it.