Full Name: Arodin Dawn
Aliases/Nicknames: Blackaxe / Aro / Roro (by close friends/family, while he still had them)
Age: 20
Race: Human / Necromancer (?)
Physical Desc: His hair is dark brown with natural black shades intertwined. It’s short and messy, holding a slight wave to it. It never goes where it’s supposed to and falls into his eyes often. His eyes are a stunning blue, dark and mysterious as the ocean. His skin is a soothing light mocha color, scars dotting and patterning the majority of it. He rarely wears anything more revealing than long sleeves as to keep from showing the scars off. Many of the scars line his upper chest, shoulders, and back, due to being abused/treated extremely harshly as a child. To be expected, he doesn’t wear them proudly. However, if he’s with someone he trusts more than anything, he could be seen wearing something other than a winter tunic. He is built very well, his body toned from having to lift an axe, and he stands at about 6’0”.
Apparel/Gear: Normally, an off-white undershirt accompanied by a black over tunic, decked with belts to hold the hilt of his enormous axe. Other than that, he normally wears greaves and other moderately armored pants. Equipped with his boots that have seen better days, he looks like the perfect balance of a peasant and a lower/middle classman. He’s treated anything but that, because everyone besides the royal hierarchy hates him for what he does.
His axe is a well-made, obsidian, almost glorified executioner’s axe. Looks a little something like this, but the blade is black.
Personality: Cold, distant, calculating, and stubborn as all hell. Aro believes the needs of the few are more important than the needs of the many. He’s concerned for his own life as well as those close to him, but could care less about the others. He keeps mainly to himself and rarely talk unless forced to by someone else. He internally deals with killing criminals or innocents, and it takes a much larger toll on him than he lets on. However, after killing people he believes are innocent, he will discuss with their spirit, and resurrect them if he believes they are actually do-gooders. Once resurrected, he normally sends them off to different cities with new names to make new lives for themselves. As for relationships, he doesn’t necessarily care about his sexuality, considering he has no one in his life he cares about enough to disappoint.
Habits/Mannerisms: He will often space out randomly, his eyes looking like they’re filled with sorrow. He often gives those 1,000-yard-stares when he’s thinking. He rarely gets nervous or flustered, but he hasn’t entirely lost the ability to feel emotion, I promise.
Hobbies: He loves listening to music, although other than training, he doesn’t do much.
Backstory: He lost his parents at a very young age and was taken by the higher classmen as an orphan. They raised him brutally to become the next executioner, despite his wishes. It wasn’t until he actually began killing that he realized he could talk to the spirits from the bodies in which he ended. However, it didn’t take long for him to realize that he could only resurrect those in which he killed.