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-Name;
Kaze Vlad Jerimiah Mitzuka...or just Kaze xD

-Nickname;
His nickname is Kazems though absolutely despises that nigckname so just kaze for his nikname as well.

-Gender;
Well, male of coarse!

-Height;
He is around 6'0"

-Age;
He is 23 years of human age.

-Species;
Just a Half-Breed Vampire :33

Land:
-acess denied-

-Appearance;
His face, smooth to the touch and pale but yet not sickly pale; in the moonlight, it appears as though it is almost as white as a sheet of paper of the color of snow on a landscape. His eyes, were sea green :3, just mimicked the ocean itself with its powerful glare and will to fight and live. If he stared at you, those eyes, looked as though they were filled with such sorrow, and tend to look as though they are looking in your very soul. Sometimes in the wind or just when he moves or jerks his head to open his mouth for insults, causes his layered hair of a mocha color, a deep brown almost ebony to move just slightly. his mouth was another problem,. Fangs. Small little fangs located on the top on the sides. A vampire you say? Only half. Sharp sparkling teeth. Men can not fight or rule anything with muscles right? Yes. He had a nice build, always running and chasing something either if it was a piece of paper in the wind, his prey, or his dreams oh so distorted and twisted.

Being who he is, he wore a slightly tight grey shirt, just to prove his point that he could smack you, and smack you with force and power. Over that shirt was a black vest with gold and brown folds. Of coarse there was chain mail sewed inside the vest; so sneaky ain't he? Below, he wore black pants, chains sewed on to make him look tough, which he liked. Every step he took made no sound, only when he moved fast the chains rattled and made noise. On his hands; his left a few bangles, with demonic words of greed, envy, and power, his right hand, a fingerless glove with two rings with red gems on them, possibly ruby, who knows. He took a liking to silver, or a metal color of any sorts for an odd reason that even he did not know, almost like how a moth was attracted to a flame, why did they do that, no ones knows. His boots? They were a bark-red, an eerie color none-the-less. They had belt buckles on them and has metal tips for show. Around his neck, a silver-coated filament, and at the end, hung a silver cross, stained with blood. A souvenir it was to him, a souvenir of his mother. How she died, only he knows, and will never tell.

-Personality;
He is one word; Ill-tempered. Mess with him and he will cuss you out so bad, not to mention his little anger problem, but really deep inside he is misunderstood and really is a great cool guy, if given a second chance, which, with all the cussing and bad-mouthing he does, that second chance is more further away than ever! Bad to the bone, rude, grumpy, but not evil. He is more like a bully or a twisted child; that including his wimpy insults.

He believes that women are not to be harmed or mistreated, just after what he did to his mother [not be strong enought to save her], who wouldn't be for that. To men, he can hardly give a hoot. He'd pick a fight and do something illogical and wrong on purpose. Very stubborn and persistent he is, and sometimes he gets so grumpy, he isolates himself with folded arms and mumbles under his breath. Usually the bad guy that starts and finishes crap, but yet, if you talk to him, despite his rude remarks or sly behavior, he is really a great guy that will, just jump in front of a bullet for you. Truth be told, be nice to him, he'll be nice back. Deep inside, he is just a hurt little puppy that wants a master to shelter him form the storm...

Under that stubborn attitude and personality, is a little dare devil! Sure, he will slap the Devil himslef, which he did, and he was not scared at all. Call his courageous or stupid, but he was brave to point of the fact that he does not care at all. Definatly a dare-devil and always will be one too.

In other words, lets catagorize his personality in Common and Rare, to make it ore easy on your young eyes. x3

Common;;
--Tempered;; Yes, Kaze is tempered, or as some might say snappy or "Ill-tempered". Either way they are the same dang thing; which equals Kaze. He has a mouth and a temper if things aren't the way he wishes them to be. Kind of like a brat. Guess you can say the pst really held an impact to Kze's present and furture.

--Rude;; He has a mouth and really, I do nto think he will ever lose that mouth, let alone his rude behavior. Yup, he WILL back-talk to you almost all the time and probably make rude and or offensive jestures; thoug he would probbly be joking.

--[Over]-Protective;; Once you start to know Kaze, he will get attached to you; quickly or slowly, it all depends. Anyways, if someone says somethign rude or anythign to you, Kaze would be the one to step in and scream at them, protecting you and making himself be an ass.

RARE;;
--Sweet;; Sweet?! This frickin baffoon!? Yup, he is a little sweet heart to someone he ikes and or loves. he would do small little things to give you signs that he likes you. Maybe take you to the movies, walk with you, holding your hand, hugging you. he will do that, just takes a little time though.

--Loving;; Just like the over-protective and sweet catagory, he'd do anythig to make you happy. Once you get in Kazes little affectionate circle, he is just like a dog on a leash; obediant and loyal.

-History;
The sun rays, hot but yet gentle shinned on the vegitation in a field far away. The field was full of lush vegitation, tomatoes, pumpkins, cucumbers, a farming field of crops. Big and beautiful in some people's eyes. A forest surrounded it and a trail of dirt led from the corner of the field for miles with a turn for a few more miles then ending in a valley where a house resided. A boy, a small child in other words, hand a basket under his arms, walking on this dirt road, the forests leaves ubove him, keeping him in the shade as he walked undisturbed. The boy was merly an age of about eleven. Black hair like the color of coal tied into a small little ponytail that may seen cute to adults. A smail was on his face as he held the brown weaven basket tighter. Clothes of a playful child were worn. green :3 jeans full of grass stains and holes, shreded at the bottoms. A shirt, t-shirt of a grey color, just like his pants, grass stained and filled with holes, in other words, his play or work clothes. Combat boots of a mocha color were scruffed and dirty as he walked, happy as ever.

The child's nems was Kaze Mitsuka, a little farm boy of a farming family. They were a little poor due to locus eating their crops and the dry seasons, but just strong enough to live more longer. Kaze snuck out of their house and walked the trail to their crop field. He saw that they were out of tomatoes and carrots, and so, thought it would be nice to get his parents a refil on them. His eyes of a odd green, like the lush forest around him, glanced to the trail to the forest to his side then back, knowing that he was getting closer to their crop field. His scruffed up boots soon haulted suddenly, his eyes wide open in happiness. There it was, the clearing to their large plantation field. He was so happy he raised his free hand in the air, making a fist out of victory. putting his fist back down and opened again he ran to the field. Running now in the boiling sun his run quickly died down into a walk as he walked at the side of the plants. Stopping yet again, he had picked a row of where to walk. Turning his body he walked into the field, his head looking from side to side on where to pick first. Seeing a good tomato plant he stopped and wuickly kneeled gently down and started to pick the tomatoes and putting them into the woven basket that was at his side.

Small red tomatoes, big ones too were placed into the basket. Kaze also picked carrots from a little ways over in the field. It was just the right time for picking, nice and ripe in his eyes and perfect as a gift for his family. "There. A full basket..." Said Kaze in a cheerful tone.The basket was filled with ripe carrots, tomatoes, and even some plums and peas as an extra. putting his hands on his knees he pushed himself and beushed his legs off of the dirt from the field. A few seconds late he hastly bent down slightly and grabbed the basket gentle, carring it in front of him now with both hands as he started to walk out of the field.

"Ger, this is heavy...I took more than what was need again..." Said Kaze in a whiney tone of voice as he walked much like a penguin with the heavy baskrt infron of him. Stopping so suddenly on the path, the sun was above his head, already he spent hours in the field by the suns position in the sky. "There...has to be a quicker way home..." He said to himself, his head turning left and right as he stopped suddenly. There had to be a shortcut. That thought echoed in his mind, and then he saw it. Ferns were moved to the side, and taking a few stepd towards them, there was a path threw the forest. "I do not remember this, but it is a faster way home." He said, smiling and took the forests shortcut.

The forest was huge, and for Kaze, he did not know where he was going. "This...mabey this was a bad idea..." He said to himself, stopping yet again to take a breather. The trees above swayed slightly from the cool summer breeze, making a nice rustle noise as well. This path he was on, looked like it was made reciently, but took no notice to it. What made this path, well, let us just say a spider, and Kaze was the fly. He had no idea, he was the prey in this situation. Eyes of a crimson red, a dark blood red, just like the color of when the bbloods true color interactes with oxygen, that same color were starring down at Kaze from a tree above. A creature, the hunter in this situation. The creatures hair drapped down, ebony in color, ivory fangs, two of them pokes out of his mouth. AT one glance, this creature was a strange man, but deep inside, a cold blood vampire, a sick one at that and Kaze was his next meal. Though the sun was infact out, the trees own leaves provided just enough shade so he would not chrisp.

A breeze blew suddenly, rustling the leaves yet again. Feeling the breeze, Kaze shook his head and started to walk yet again through the forest. The wind moved some leaves and the creature was in theopen. Some sunlight broke threw the leaves as well, touching its shin. Making a slight hissing noise, the creature jumped from the branch to another branch then down on the floor. It made a slight noise moving to another branch, then a small snap of a twig as it landed. Hearint these sounds, Kaze stopped and turned his head to the side.

Nothing. Nothing was there. "Hmmm..." Mumbled Kaze. ~I thought I head something...ahh, must be the wind or a squirell.~ He thought, turning his head back and continued to walk. The creature popped its head out and starred at Kaze. ~Soon....very soon...~ was its thoughts. The creature had a name, but he rarely said it as he crept like a spy towards Kaze, waiting for the opertune moment to strike. Kaze took yet another breather. "Boy this is heavy..." He mumbled, carring the basket a different way now as he started to walk by a boulder in the forest. ~I will rest there...~ He thought, walking towards it. The sun was about three fourths down, almost setting. ~I can not see the house...mabey this was not a shortcut...~Thought Kaze as he sat on the boulders foot and set the basket on his lap. The creature came right to the boulder, sneaking to the other side quietly. "Hmmm...I don't like the forest...I feel like I am being followed by squirells again..." He said in a low tone much like a mumbled wisper as he got up again and started to walk yet again down the resently made path.

~Got 'cha!~ Thought the creature, silently sneaking around the boulder. Picking up a rock, he threw it past Kazes back and onto the other side. Hearing the noise, Kaze stopped suddenly, dropping a tomato and looking at the direction the rock landed. Now the creature acted. A low huffing came from behind Kaze, making the back of the hairs on his neck stand up. "W-who's...t-there?" Said Kaze is a studder, scared of the huffing behind him. He swallowed and got the courage to turn around. Whe he turned his head slightly, his eyes widened as he saw the being out of the corner of his eyes, then...everything went black.

Pain, regret, sorrow and spite filled Kaze as his eyes finally fluttered open form his laying position on the ground. Hissing slightly, he tasted blood in his mouth and groaned as he finally sat up. "Wha-....what...h-happened...." he mumbled in a complete stutter and shivered oh so slightly. Goosebumps appeared o his arms and he noticed his skin was more of a white color, like pale. What happened? That was what he wanted to know. He soon sighed and glanced up at the sku, complete;ly obliviouss to the creature at his side, now dead and hard as stone. "Argh...the suns setting...I am so-" he started to say, looking back down at his side for the basket and stopping short of his sentence onto seeing something so white and not moving.

Screaming at the top of his lungs he scppted back away from the being as his heart raced but soon calmed down. Right then, he felt it, a liquid. ;looking down he noticed he was covered in blood. Now why was he so slow to notice that?! Blood. What...why did he want to taste it all of a sudden. Grumbling, he closed his eyes and bit his own arm, tasting hiw own blood in his mouth. Anger. Anger spead as he wanted mroe but not his own, no. Not his own. Standing up, he was loosing his control s night started to shroud itself over the sky. His hand shook and then he looked at the carrot. When he did that, he relized he had a family. "Fam...ily....blood....." he mumbled and rushed off, unable to control hismelf at all.

Meanwhile at home, Ebony the mother, Calvin the father and little Kami, kazes brother were in the living room, saying nothing; such awkward silence until kami finally spoke, "Wheres brother...?" he asked, saddened and worried as hell. "We don;t know Kami dear..." the mother, Ebony replied, trying to comfort her son. The father lit a candle, seeing the sky hit its peek of its life, as night rolled in ike a plague. "Well, we got light....kaze will come back...he's probably working on the farm...on a relax day again..." the father stateded lightning more candles. Then, after moments of running on the outside, the door slowly creaked open and there stood Kaze, staring at his family like they were popits.

Kaze! Kaze! brother!" They all said, two of the tree had happy faces but the father, "What happened to you! Where were you!' Calvin screamed, getting back on his abusive side and waltzing over to Kaze. kaze smirked and without much to loose, rammed his father, casuing him to fall. Cuss words sprayed themselves from the fathers mouth as he shook his head. Turning hsi own head, kazes eyes stared at his mother and hen he smirked and lunged foreward, slamming her into a wall, knocking a few candles down athat soon started a small fire below theor feet as he jabbed his fangs in her neck, holding on tightly. "Get away form her Ka....ze..." The father stated, seeing his wifes eyes grow wide as her lips parted themselves.

"Kaze!" The father screamed at the top of his lungs as he jumped back up and rushed to his wife's side as Kami, stood and watched in freight. What was he doing? Why, what happened?! "Brother!" Kami screamed, rushing to his side, placing his small hands on his brothers shoulders, trying to get him off of his mother. Feeling hands, kaze jabbed his elbow in Kamis stomach, causing him to hurl over and then get grabbed by his father. "Die!" Kaze hissed in a deeper tone, grabbing his mothers necklace, a cross necklace, and turned around, jabbing it right into his ftahers forehead, causing his grip to loosen, but he still stood. He was determined to live! Calvin gasped and raised a hand and backslapped Kaze, whom just stood there watching the blood of his fathers forehead. He winced and turned back at his father and slapped him back. Whence he did, his father fell, dead like everyone else besides Kami.

Heat. Why was it so bright as dya and so hot in there now? Rubbing his mothers blood off of his lips he took a look a round, not really needing to as he soon saw half the house caught ablaze. hissing he started to back up, cursing to what he did. At that time, he slolwy came to. came to his normal self and his eyes shot wide. "no...no I...I didn;t-" he staretd to say, bakcing up only to sip over his fathers body. His heart raced as he scurried abck up and ran out of the house in fear. What had he done. Only a small child and wrecked this much havoc? Kami was still alive, and managed to slip out of the house, slightly burnt but alive. "Kaze...." Ebony whispered, before her eyes closed and soon fell back into the fire at her side. Death, he created, and torture was what his mind felt.

He ran far but fell on his knees as all his tears caused him to stop in a hault. he cried, whined and wished to die. Why, why was he living this hell! All of this was his fault! Everything! Blamming hismelf, he soon fell asleep from all his cries for help in the field. The next few hours, the house was no more well, stood half up and half leveled by the flames of the candles his parents lit and soon fell. His eyes fluttered and opened, rubbing them he strated to cry once more. "Mommy..." he mumbled, never using mommy before, only mother. He got up and walked to the building, collecting a few nicknacks that curvived and placed them in a slightly burnt box, and hid them under his bed, halfway eaten by flame as he kept some kicknakcs with hismelf. Later that day, when the sun rose and started to set once more, kaze finally got three rocks, a little big for him to carry but he managed and placed them in arow by the old tree. Mother. Father. Brother. Those words were written on each stone. "Why....why did I have to do good...." he whined, wishing he never went to get the food. Then all this...would of nnever happened. That was probably when his heart, the one that was so illed with love and happiness, became small and hard...

-Family;
Mother- Ebony Mitzuka [desceased]
Father- Calvin Mitzuka [desceased]
Brother- Kami Mitzuka [where-abouts unknown if he's alive]

-Magic;
He had a few tricks up his sleeves, if he had any sleeves. He fights well in the darkness, as he just almost blends in.

-Weapons;
His favorite and probably only weapon is a Five-seveN, a tactical handgun close to the P90 sub-machine gun. The 5.7x28mm ammunition that Kaze has loaded in it and some stored in hsi poskets has the capability of penetrating body armor at extended ranges, yet has less felt recoil and is less prone to over-penetration; not to mention they are extremely light weight, 1.7 pounds per each bullet, and is also led free. Kaze, knows his guns, and his favite that suits him, is that handgun engraved with the word Ebony, his mothers name, how nice.

-Class;
A rogue I guess?

-Occupation;
Ummm....a pimped-out rogue? oO Like hard core swearing rogue/wonderer?

-Friends;
Friends?! Ha! You must be kidding. he has nothing, not love, not hope, nada.

-Enemies;
Well, put down all women and some men that he cused out xD

-Abilities;
His abbilities are eerie ones at that...one, he can cuss any bloke out wothout trying and two, he can drink the most voka in the world and never get a hangover or feel the effects of it. Yay for being half right?

-Weaknesses;
Women, sex, vodka, and the memories of his past are his weaknesses to say the least. Oh, and also his weekly blood lust, he can not ignore that and he fears that if he fell in love, he might heart the one close to him.

-Other;
One word; semi-evil; or all talk. he has a handsome charm he uses on women, just to draw them near and be loyal to him.