[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/nukJipW.jpg[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Onyx Shiazu [b]Age:[/b] Eighteen [b]Race:[/b] Beorc [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Affinity:[/b] Dark [b]Class:[/b] Thief [b]Appearance:[/b] Onyx stands at a modest 5'8", a green zone for individuals who prioritize not being seen but still want to stand a chance no matter the opponent's height. His frail yet nimble physique is one of his strong points. His muscle tone isn't exactly the finest, but his light weight gives leeway to a fleet-footed form of combat. Even though his looks portray him as a bit younger than his actual age, the fact that he always brimming with exuberance doesn't help his case. As for the tint of his hair, Onyx can't exactly determine a resolute cause. In all honesty, he's constantly pestered by friends for how contradictory it is to his actual name. His eyes radiate with a distinct hue consisting of a mixture of purple and blue. [b]Personality:[/b] Onyx is the genuine embodiment of franticness, a young adult who lives and thrives on the edge, regardless of whether he sought such a predicament or not. Although he claims his hectic profession is his way of turning a profit, the thief believes that the mistress [i]Bad Luck[/i] has an unrequited affection for him, and has been spending an unequivocal amount of time intervening in his private manners. Onyx tends to think of himself as a stoic professional, a consummate in his field, stealth clearly personified. Of course, it only takes a slight change in a painstakingly mapped out plan to throw him off of his footing. When Onyx is not slithering around somebody's premises, he is actually quite the social butterfly. He has acquaintances ranging from roadside peasants to high-tier nobles, how close he is to them tends to fluctuate the more time he sees them. Since he never has a lot of money on hand, he finds respite by receiving anything. After all, beggars can't be choosers. Onyx is attributed with an ebullient personality, one with a quick pace yet an easy tune to sing in harmony with, constantly moving onwards to the next day. The boy has an energetic charisma emanating from him, one which spreads faster than a plague and reels in fellows to celebrate with over a drink. Unfortunately, Onyx isn't that heavy of a drinker, he acts embarrassed when forced to drink water as a substitute. He is without a doubt witty, and rarely holds back what is on his mind. Onyx is a stern professional to the core. If he is assigned to make something precious spontaneously disappear, then he would barter his way to receive an equivalent pay. He may lack a renowned title or a formidable record, but once he takes on a job, he will do everything in his power to accomplish whatever he set out to do. [b]Biography:[/b] Onyx Shiazu was born to a relatively stable family, one which could put dinner on the table every night and live under a mostly intact roof. The Shiazu family resided within a bustling city in Cliace. Never was there a moment of quiet and respite, only a continuous flow of commotion from the outside. Onyx’s father claimed to be a jack of all trades, yet only employed his wide array of techniques towards menial tasks. On the other hand, his mother was just a mere house cleaner, provided top-notch service for low cost. After all, desperation and the will to survive push people beyond their normal boundaries. Rather than forcing Onyx to work with his mother, they instead managed to scrounge up enough income to secure a decent education for the child, at their own expense of course. Besides, Onyx was so insurmountably clumsy, he would most likely fall into the cleaning bucket on accident. Although the boy objected to the extensions of his parents’ work hours, in the end he knew it was their wish to pave a future for him. From there he set out to make it his parents’ wild, to not sully their tireless efforts. The institution he was attending may not have held up to social standards, he was thankful regardless of its current state. It was around the age of ten that Onyx found out he had a natural knack for swordplay, although most people would have rated the skill as a commodity. No matter what others said, the boy was determined to capitalize upon the perk, one of the first he actually took an adept interest in. By no means did his mother support this hobby of his, yet suffice it to say, the other parent in the family vehemently boasted about his blade-wielding offspring. He did so to such an extent that he actually took it upon himself to train the boy even further, to take his hand and ascend echelons beyond the clarification [i]'hobby'[/i]. The man was a ruthless instructor, yet without a doubt one who produced results. Of course he couldn't devise that much time for his child between varying employers, but once in a blue moon he had a few free hours. The same principle applied to Onyx, as the child felt the need to pay back his parents for the sacrifices and hardship they've had to endure. Onyx's overall childhood was steadfast, yet superfluously repetitious. Day in and day out, it would be the same process, a recurring revolution, a line lacking any inclines or declines. Must have been what a happy life was, one with stability. The boy managed to barter with his parents to assist them with his work, and it was soon determined that he was more suited for being his father's assistant. Onyx managed to balance work, school, and friends equally. His natural disposition to athletics became more prominent as the years continued on, in addition to his small physique. But it was only a matter of time until his workaholic parents croaked, each passing in the blink of an eye. Whether it was fate or coincidence, they were both involved accidents on the job. Onyx never exactly found out how they died, he was just notified by both employers with haste. It was at that point that the fifteen year old's means of survival dwindled drastically. He was self-supportive, but was unsure what to exactly do without his parents' guidance. Depression never took a hold of his heart, it was instead wrenched out by long-held morals. Without many options at his disposal, Onyx drew the sensible conclusion of dissolving to thievery. At first he started with just the bare minimum, enough to silence the grumbling in his stomach. He was conservative in his actions, only snatching items which would be easily forgotten about, and barely made ends meet. It took him about a painstaking year to acclimate to a life of vile acts. With his father's dagger as his only means of protection, he began to develop a name for himself among others in his profession. Onyx was left awestruck when a noble requested that he steal a set of jewelry from an opposing house. The boy accepted the job with energetically, nearly tearing the man's arm out of his socket while giving him a handshake. The noble briskly gave him the location and a concise yet descriptive depiction of the necklace. Onyx saw it as a simple task, he believed it would be done in a flash. When night fell, the thief snuck into the family's grounds and quickly located the piece of priceless apparel. It was all too easy. Upon his way out, Onyx's ears picked up the sound of faint footsteps, followed by the unsheathing of a blade. He instantly spun around, dagger brandished, to face his pursuant. Before him was a girl in a nightgown roughly his age, with a candle holder in one hand and a shortsword in the other. The vibrant flamed illuminated the whole hallway, elucidating eachother's faces. A stern expression was painted onto her face, with only one distinct intent. The noble swing was almost too fast for Onyx's eyes to trace, he managed to dodge it while sacrificing a few tufts of hair. He expanded the distance between them with a quick leap back and attempted to catch his breath. The thief wasn't sure whether to be traumatized by the sudden addition of weight to the back of his parents, or to be captivated by the noble's beauty. It turned out to be the former when he emitted a yelp after parrying another strike. With his quest already accomplished, Onyx determined that retreat was the only feasible choice of action. Although he made it out in one piece, excluding the new pair of pants he later purchased, the boy realized how daunting of a world he lived in. From then on, he began to scrupulously plan out every mission he accepted, and continued to adhere to the new form of society he partook in. At one point, the boy had stolen from what he later found out to be a sect of the emperor's army. Onyx managed to barter his way out of death by pleading to enlist himself to clear his slate. [b]Equipment:[/b] Iron Dagger (Formerly his father's), Vulnerary [/center]