So here it is ill change whatever I have to if need be :). Also if there's any grammar or spelling issues ill be revising it to fix those.
Has the facial tattoos of all of his nomadic tribe. He’s not very tall standing at 5’9, and he often wears robes of different fashions, depending on the climate. Though his face is usually covered in some sort of scarf. Name:Akio Sho
Age:16
Allegiance: Neutral
History:Akio grew up roaming the world with his father and the other monks that followed them. His mother had died giving birth, so sadly he never got to know her. As the story goes his father was a nomadic monk who had ventured across the world when he met Akio’s mother working as a bartender near Arcadia. When she had not survived he brought Akio along with him and raised him in his ways. Every morning Akio woke up and meditated for 2 hours to start, but as he grew older he began to want to learn how to fight like them.
When he was five years old, somewhere off the outskirts of the world where few had ventured, he watched his father and the other monks fight every day. On one day his father approached him breathing hard and asked why he hadn’t joined them already, extending his hand with a laugh. From that day forward he dedicated his life to learning their ways, and that glorious dance they called The Art of Life. He learned how to move with the swiftness of a snake, calculating before every strike, and making them count. He learned how to think like a fierce cat, confident in every move he made.
Years dragged on and his 15th birthday approached as he and his father were approaching one of the remotest reaches of their world, a distant sea that not but a few natives had seen. So they thought. One day when he was trading with some of the locals, as they did this time of year when they reached these seas, he came back to find his entire camp wiped out. Blood covered everything and the smell of it rung through the air as he ran to his father's tent. His father lay there breathing shallowly, slowly bleading out.
As his father died he told him of his mother's wishes, of her want for him to learn as she did and not live his father's life. Akio plead for his father to tell him who his killer was, and his father told him, “This is of our own doing, dear boy.” He coughed up blood putting a hand to Akio’s face. “We never told you, because… because we didn’t want you to live this life.” Then as the light faded from his eyes his father told him off all the places he had saved people and fought the Imperium. They were an elite sect of the Librarian, nomadic warriors that fought to keep people's way of life intact. He told him there was not always blood, some things were good.
And like that he died handing Akio a Tome he had been saving, saying it was his mother's. Akio couldn’t believe his ears as he cried for his father to come back. He had no words, nothing to describe how he felt. He wandered for a while after that until he approached one of the great Academies in the Citadel.
Personality: Akio is pretty quiet and usually keeps to himself as is the life of a nomad. When he does open up its wholeheartedly and he likes to give insight he's learned in his life to his friends. Though he doesn't have many friends, he hopes to one day meet many great people to learn from them. Any mention of the Imperium he generally has no word on, but would say he has no problem with discussing the topic. He’s strong willed, and when he sets his mind to something he does it no matter what. He can often be found starting a fight with anyone trying to oppress someone unfairly. Though he doesn't at all know what to do with his Tome and that particularly pisses him off, he's very open to new ideas on ways of learning and living.
Tome:
Just the staff.
Staff of Wind :
Akio was finding his way back toward the capital when he began examining the book his father had given him. When he opened it wind burst out the pages and sprayed away all the soup he had been eating at his campsite. The color of the book had turned to a dark olive and as he picked it up again it shaped into the form of his father's staff. But he doesn't know what to do with the wind aspect of it so it's just a staff him which is why he goes to the Academy. He can't seem to find a way to wrap his head around how to use the Tome to his advantage, and can't see how it's a manifestation of his soul in any way. But that's why he’s here, to learn whatever he can, and to find out who had his father murdered, and why.
Other:He has tattoos all over his body as his tribe did. He also knows many languages and has seen most of the ruins, though he hasn’t ventured in many. He's an adept warrior, and seems to be quicker to beat someone with a sword than a staff though he knows how to wield it. Also constantly has a metal pipe he smokes, that's a brass color.