Name: Yamamoto, Kazuma
Age:12
Gender: Male
General Description: Kazuma is a boy of average height for his age, standing at 5' even, his weight proportional to his height but a little on the stocky side. Kazuma wears his hair light brown hair in a spiky fashion. His eyes a very light shade of brown. His usual day to day attire is made up of short-sleeve black shirt covered by a slate grey sleeveless flak jacket. They possess thin neck guards, are fastened from the sides by two black straps. His lower body is covered by a pair of black pants which go all the way down to his feet to be tucked into his black tabi shoes. On his right shoulder blade he has a small brand burned into his skin.
History: It was a a dark night, the smell of burning ash in the air filled the cold winter sky as the young boy is carried in a strange mans arms, followed by another shadowy figure. His head is wrapped, a throbbing pain persisting through it. This is the first memory Kazuma can recall in his life, the day his parents brought him home. His parents tell him that he was a slave of one of the outer villages of the cloud village, living there for 5 years before they where able to find and rescue him. His memory before that is non existent, his parents have explained it has something to do with the trauma from that night, the head wound he had received had caused memory loss. His parents where very caring for Kazuma, overly caring some would say in their sheltering of the boy, limiting his access to the outside world for his "protection".
His mind has never been right since he returned from from the slavers camp, they say it is a case of acute post traumatic stress disorder, his body sends him into fever dreams at night, or so his doctor says. Kazuma usually can stay in control but once he goes to sleep, he dreams through what seems like another persons eyes, visions of him talking to his parents but not as his self. Always the same mans eyes, a large man, with a scar over his right eye, he sees his reflection once in a while, the mans blond hair shined a bright color doing terrible things. Killing hundreds, woman , children. His parents joining the man in his fury with a pure blood lust in their eyes.
These visions plagued him every night for the past six years, but today his fever dreams where cut short by the alarm he had set up, it was his registration day for the academy.
Age:12
Gender: Male
General Description: Kazuma is a boy of average height for his age, standing at 5' even, his weight proportional to his height but a little on the stocky side. Kazuma wears his hair light brown hair in a spiky fashion. His eyes a very light shade of brown. His usual day to day attire is made up of short-sleeve black shirt covered by a slate grey sleeveless flak jacket. They possess thin neck guards, are fastened from the sides by two black straps. His lower body is covered by a pair of black pants which go all the way down to his feet to be tucked into his black tabi shoes. On his right shoulder blade he has a small brand burned into his skin.
History: It was a a dark night, the smell of burning ash in the air filled the cold winter sky as the young boy is carried in a strange mans arms, followed by another shadowy figure. His head is wrapped, a throbbing pain persisting through it. This is the first memory Kazuma can recall in his life, the day his parents brought him home. His parents tell him that he was a slave of one of the outer villages of the cloud village, living there for 5 years before they where able to find and rescue him. His memory before that is non existent, his parents have explained it has something to do with the trauma from that night, the head wound he had received had caused memory loss. His parents where very caring for Kazuma, overly caring some would say in their sheltering of the boy, limiting his access to the outside world for his "protection".
His mind has never been right since he returned from from the slavers camp, they say it is a case of acute post traumatic stress disorder, his body sends him into fever dreams at night, or so his doctor says. Kazuma usually can stay in control but once he goes to sleep, he dreams through what seems like another persons eyes, visions of him talking to his parents but not as his self. Always the same mans eyes, a large man, with a scar over his right eye, he sees his reflection once in a while, the mans blond hair shined a bright color doing terrible things. Killing hundreds, woman , children. His parents joining the man in his fury with a pure blood lust in their eyes.
These visions plagued him every night for the past six years, but today his fever dreams where cut short by the alarm he had set up, it was his registration day for the academy.
