Your soul.. I can feel its cries.. tired of it's impudent host.. shall we massacre your body.. yes, yes, this will suffice.Basics! Name: Roku Nahas.
Age: 24.
Apparent Age: 22-25.
Birthdate: October 4th.
Race: Human. (Ethnicity ~ Eqyptian)
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual. (Borderline Pansexual)
Appearance!
Height: 188cm. (6ft2)
Hair Color: Jet Black.
Eye Color: Crimson Red.
General Description: Slender. With just a glance at his body his ribs come to view, whilst an undefined 'six pack' spreads vertically down his body. Standing at six feet two inches, and with his untoned body providing an unaltered physical appearance, Roku looks like your average malnourished tall shit.
What sorts him out of the crowd is his crimson hued lenses which are first and foremost an incredibly rare eye colour to have, especially for mere humans. Secondly would come his long black hair, tied up and reaching his bottom, but tied with eqyptian silk ribbons so it add's a hint of elegance. And lastly would be his attire, being incredibly peculiar as it's origin is of ancient egypt, with a short black crop top (peculiar for a male in this day and age), a looser white crop top, loose black silk pants, and golden bracelets placed across his wrists. Lastly comes the bangled necklace with a red crystal centered. This necklace is his most treasured item and thus has this at his neck at all times no matter the attire change (which is rare).
About You!
Personality: Over the top sarcasm yet mixed with a tone that promotes good manners, Roku is elegant with the case of the fuck abouts. He truly dwells with learning, who is always critiquing and criticizing others, which tends to give a nice big reason why people should hate the poor bloke. But he doesn't care about what others think of him, but what they think of themselves, he see's every advantage seen through till the end. Calm, confident yet ridiculously vile when riddled with emotion, Roku has an overly aggressive approach towards others in all aspects of life.
Likes: Dislikes: History: In a time before the birth of Roku, was a time of great discomfort in Egypt. With a long period of peculiar war efforts, man decided to take action against beasts of an ancient origin. Wearing white masks with only the intention of spreading chaos and consuming, Hollows would soon devour the once peaceful country, and man had nothing to stop it. They were simply outmatched and Cairo's leader; Azazel Nahas, was in a awkward predicament as Hollows pillaged his cities leaving only rubble and death in their wake. It was like they were closing in on the main kingdom, destroying every outer village and leaving Azazel in his palace walls, trapped and confined cowering in his home. It wouldn't take long for the kingdom to be sick of the destruction, so the kingdom decided the beasts were after the pharaoh himself. So the kingdom gave Azazel as an offering, having his body latched in chains alongside his pregnant wife in hope of satisfying the hollows thirst. Clouds would spread across a pitch black night sky as the kingdom snuck into their shelters hoping just to hear their leader be savagely eaten. As ridiculous as this plan was, and with thousands of lives being lost by each day, the citizens of Cairo had only hope in their hearts that this would work.
Screams would echo from the couple as they cursed their kingdom, wishing that after they had been consumed so would their citizens. But amidst their screaming, footsteps would shake the deserts surrounding Cairo as an invisible entity stood affront the helpless couple. Both shaken and confused, they accepted their destiny and smiled at each other. Azazel's hand would gently brush his wife's stomach as he spoke a verse which would strangely be heard by his unborn son.
'Ragnarok.. in our next life.. we will end them all..' It was a moment of sheer silence as he glared at his beloved wife's stomach, but this silence would not last forever as claws would swipe through his body and collect his wife, his wife luckily would have her body recieving less of the brunt as Azazel was struck first. His body would pierced indefinitely, with his life ending within a split second, whilst his wife lay in a pool of her own blood, glaring upon a an invisble beast which slowly began to materialize. There hadn't been many humans that had survived a single hollow attack, but as she gazed above her a mask would glare right back at her with gnashing teeth tearing her husbands body as if he were cattle. She had succumb to her future as not a single sound left her mouth, but as anything couldn't get any worse a sharp pain would grow from her womb as her water broke. There literally couldn't be a worse time, but she smiled at her stomach whilst gently stroking it. Her baby wanted to protect her even though he wasn't born, or so she thought. Losing conscious, her body would fall to the ground, having shorter breaths and more blood spitting out from her injuries, her last sight would be a blinding flash and a terrifying howl.
An hour would pass, and the people of Cairo would hear a different scream of what the hoped, walking out to see what the sound was, to their surprise they would see a baby crying amidst bloody corpses of his parents. All they could think of was how did it birth? And how was it still alive, but the baby would be the only human that could truly see before them, for a hollows carcass would lay scattered around them, whilst a single shinigami would stand waving at the child, blood would drip from his arms as he had manually scooped the baby out of his mothers body. But he kept his composure, infact he was ecstatic, shinigami never got to help with the birth of a human, even if he was the captain of the Medical corps; Tokei Eri. But there was only one concern for Tokei, how could the baby see him. For Fullbring knowledge on an infant this early was out of the question, but for some reason it had simply happened. Tokei would whisper the word to a lady who would soon grasp him from the ground, gently sounding the word 'Roku.' Taking the baby back to the kingdom, the lady would name him the very word she had heard previously.
But Roku was not treated as royalty, no the citizens of Cairo felt like the baby was cursed, to the point of which they would toss him to the slums, in hope of creating a future slave for the kingdom. But being adopted by a slum family, he would be kept in mildly safe care in a kingdom that was now safe from hollow attack. Growing up in the slums of Cairo, Roku never asked about his real parents, because he was aware of it at a very young age. But wouldn't be if they were taunted by stories ever since he was four. Having jet black hair and crimson hued lenses, even his appearance amplified the stories of him being a so called
demon. But he simply grew accustomed to it, even embraced it, well it was a good way to keep the kids off his back, dead or alive. Yeah, that's right, his fullbring powers were now advanced to the point where attached souls to the human realm were visible to him.
At the age of 11 he was bought by his slum family as a slave to a noble family, treated like a dog, whilst working night and day for his masters, he became hard working and independent at a very young age. His master was a tactician for Cairo's war efforts, and was one of the main contributors to the idea of giving his parents to the hollow, and he made it clear to Roku that it was his idea. But Roku had grew up tough, he knew to only make his move when he had the highest chance of success, so he used this time to learn from the tactician, flicking through scrolls of ancient text and guerrilla warfare strategies, Roku simply learned the art of battle in the mind of a strategist. Four years later and Roku would finally decide he had enough. In a humid summers night his slender white hands would firmly grasp his mentors throat and choke the man do death. As inhumane his assassination was, Roku enjoyed his efforts, and even stole the mans fortune, which also included a necklace of his fathers which his master had stolen. Latching it around his neck, Roku would claim liberation of his own life. He was no longer a slave and thought to himself that he could now start a new. But remembering his family's last breath, he would gaze upon the dead corpse affront him and make an oath. That he would come back to this shit hole and kill every single one of them, he would promise himself, that Cairo will be erased from this world.
He would then leave Egypt, crossing borders and learning along his way to Europe before stumbling upon London. A city fused with agriculture and rights. It was a town he would get smarter, and hone his skills of seeing ghosts, as surely there was more to it....
Faceclaim: Judal ~ Magi.