QUOTE
you're a fool then, to leave the dark. after all, the light hurts much, much more

ROLE
the sun

FULL NAME
aelius yu

AGE
eighteen

GENDER
male

ORIENTATION
no

PERSONALITY
the sun holds a face full of charm and charisma, radiating warmth towards those that catch his smile. a natural leader, he doesn't mind taking charge, though often undermines the capabilities of others. he values loyalty and trust greatly, and would go to any extent to maintain that relationship with those he deem important enough. he displays proper respect to everyone, but never seems to close the gap. the boy does not lie, though his truths can be unawarely painful. he shares little of his feelings and thoughts, focusing instead on the more tangible parts of life. he tends to shut his mind off, seeing no use of it. boredom clouds him daily, pushing the boy to do reckless things that often result in unnecessary injuries and wounds. regardless, he seems to care as little for his wellbeing as he does for others', so the pain isn't really something to frown upon. after all, it was the thrill he seemed, wasn't it?

FACE CLAIM
huang ren jun

STRENGTHS
he holds an incredible amount of strength, and his knowledge on a multitude of weaponry and combat makes him a formidable opponent. he's also generally easygoing, and can often change and adapt his plans to the current circumstances.

WEAKNESSES
he breaks. the boy had inhibited a fragile body, one that would serve better locked in a glass case than on the frontlines of war. his mind is a mess, with little to no clear thoughts that dictate his actions. perhaps it was better shutting it off.

FEARS
his greatest fear is his own failure to protect those he loved, to betray those he had sworn loyalty to. his second fear would probably be getting heartbroken.

WEAPON
help i don't know if i should do his original or do something more normal and cool popular white guy styled

BACKSTORY
he remembers only fragments of his past, flashes of black and white and red that cloud his mind. he remembers a beautiful white manor splattered with crimson. he remembers crystals that decorated his mother's face. he remembers the sound of her heart cracking, though he never heard it break. he remembers a warm room painted pink, and a teddy bear with a taped-on heart. he remembers hands that devoured him and a darkness he had grown to love. he remembers the light that punctured a thousand holes into his body and a bright heaven lined with ghosts. and of course, he remembers his sister.