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Name: Fasuto Fokkusu
Appearance: Wears a cyan undershirt under a brown linen vest with a hood. Wears brown leather pants. His belt have a strapped twin dagger at both sides and his back have three little bags. He always carried a bag slung across his shoulder and waist, like a mini duffel bag. His shoes are pointy, made of leather.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Canine (Red Fox)
Magic: Spirit Arts
His spirit guardian is a queen spider, it's elemental power is thunder. In certain situations Fasuto's guardian, Ennave, senses if there are any people in range with moderate malice or ill-thoughts, they are their targets when robbing.
His odo is a violet sphere, as big as a baseball.
Personality: Mostly will RP out
Background: Born and raised in the slums. His abusive father made his everyday life rough and painful. His father always drink ale, he died in a bar fight. His mother died in... a rather abusively sexual death, leaving Fasuto alone. Strangers occupied their house, kicking him out. His fast nature made him grab the important documents before getting kicked out, he got a few clothes, the documents, and no money.
He lived in the outskirts of the slums, getting in and out of harm's way. He robs the bad and up-to-no-good people, slice the bag or knock them out.
Fasuto was often invited by his father to the bar at the age of 12, forcefully making him aware of real life. He gets forcefully drink a beer. Do very bad things, and stuff. Along bar fights, he only watches as his father joins a rumble. Doing that he copied his father's fighting style, on how to handle a spiked bottle to a dagger, blocking, countering, thinking fast. His father loved fights.
He was also forcefully trained by his father, be a killer he said, Fasuto hated it, he should be having a carefree life, not trained into a some sort of assailant. In a year he was still him, mentally and physically prepared, but she showed off mostly no muscles, just a below average body, his father was disappointed he beat him up. Brutally. He got a few ribs broken and/or cracked, his arm and leg was also out of shape that day.
He was innocent outside, mostly, but when it comes to bad situations and wagers, his deadly side creeps beside him, grinning menaciously. His father realized an astounding potential to him, so he made his life hell.
Likes: Dark Chocolate, Daggers, and doing Parkour and some stunts.
Dislikes: Those who underestimate him in first sight, he always give them a lecture about 'judging a book by it's cover'.
