I'll sing a requiem for those lost.
Name
Beryl Vagrant (ベリル バグ)
Age
17, Seventeen.
Date of Birth
January 1st, εγλ 1985
Gender
Male.
Height
5'8", Five-feet eight-inches.
Weight
140lbs, One-hundred and forty pounds.
Hair Color
Teal Blue/Teal Green, formerly Black.
Written Description
The ripples on the surface means nothing. Beryl, upon first glance seems anything but pensive. He has boyish features, skin as smooth as silk, and a creamy complexion that compliments his overall mystery. All the same, there are times when his full lips will straighten into a grimace or when his eyes, once tinted with mirth, will deepen and fade. Those alien blue-green eyes, which oddly enough fits perfectly on him, are wide, sharp, and transparent. His teal blue hair, in a different shade of light, can be mistaken for sea-green at times. Though the color can be viewed as rare, his diligence to care for it is not. He often leaves his home without touching it, letting his unruly, short cut fall where it may.
At SOLDIER like his other colleagues, he wears the mundane Third-Class outfit. His svelte frame makes it easy for him to blend in and go unnoticed. Because of his past he's often spotted alone, either drifting off or listening to music.
Personality
Beryl walks a thin and near-gray line of destruction. He is a master at concealing his emotions, often leading others to guess and assume or outright provoking confusion. And despite an outright show of cheer and good nature, he despises the current state of humanity and humans. He finds them frustrating but worth the hard-work of saving. This aversion to people has led him to plunge inwardly, often distracting himself with the few things he cherish. The powerful heart-changing sounds that comes from music, the messy peace of the night, the thought-consuming work behind studying and learning.
He can lose himself in the middle of a crowd, often leaving behind only a trace of his presence. Simple mathematics sends him up the wall with headaches and while he openly declares he has something he hates, he'll never let it leave his lips. To fear something similar to what he hates is ironic, because the facts are he trembles unbidden in front of cats. More specifically beneath their unnerving gazes. He became a SOLDIER in hopes of escaping his poverty and becoming stronger.
Background
Beryl is a survivor of the Wutai War and last member of the Ukihara lineage. As a young boy he was witness to the bloody war. Shinra Infantry and SOLDIERs alike stormed their village mid-war. Many were killed even more tortured. His father, mother, and older sibling was capable of escaping. However, it was all for naught. They traveled to the blessed Da-Chao Statue hoping for sanctuary. Only to run into others migrating as well. Once reaching the statue, they had a small respite before being attacked again; this time by SOLDIERS. After witnessing his family killed off in succession, from father to sister, Beryl (formerly named Daigo) was whisked off to Midgar for safety by a missionaries.
There he lived as a vagrant. He changed his name in the way simpletons would, simply describing his new appearance. He studied hard, learned the ways of the slums, built his physicality, and eventually discovered a new way of thinking. He had ascended himself above the moral code. He had decided not to hate Shinra for its misdeeds but to use it for his goals and ambitions. The world was corrupt and that stupid symbol, the emblem of a lion, was burned into his mind. Reminding him of his past on a molecular, visceral level. He decided he needed to become a SOLDIER for his goals. So he made connections, did things that would require unasked favors as payback. Eventually he was scouted and once he joined, he had instantly obtained the moniker "Blue".
Summon Genome
Leviathan.
Weapon
Beryl carries a Katana into battle. The sword is five feet in overall length, lacks a tsuba, and is held within a sapphire blue scabbard. Its hilt is black and it blade is curved, at the base of its blade is inscribed: ( 僕は神だ)
Materia
Limit Break
Requiem (鎮魂曲) - Beryl falls into a peculiar stance, once known specifically to those who practiced the lost art of Iaido. Its there, in that controlled stance, that he sharpens his focus to inhuman levels and prepare to deliver a flurry of slices and slashes in the blink of an eye. Associated with these slashes are pressurized blades of water that are capable of cutting through steel. Beryl lets loose 10 slices to a single target.
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