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[ basic information ]
NAME | Fuyumine (冬峰)
SERIES | DOGS / DOGS: BULLET & CARNAGE
AGE | 35
SPECIES | Human
GENDER | M
HEIGHT , WEIGHT | 6'0" (185 cm), 189 (86 kg)
OCCUPATION | Swordsman / hand for hire
LEVEL | Abyss
ID NO. | 3091811
[ appearance ]
Fuyumine is not a very friendly-looking person, to put it simply.
The first thing that many notice about him is the medley of scars that criss-cross his face -- one that streaks down his temple across his face, one extending from his jaw, one from his cheekbones. Some have healed better than others, but they're all rather intimidating -- the marks of a man who's seen better days. A man who's been in far too many battles. Even dismissing the scars, he certainly doesn't look like the type of person you'd want to go have tea with. Stone-gray eyes fixed in a hard stare, and hair that's paled from black to near-white -- funny, since he shouldn't be quite at that age, yet. Maybe it's just all the things he's been through.
Other than that, though, he's really not a person who stands out too much. Despite his formidable frame and solid build, he dresses blandly -- heavy-duty casual clothes in dark, muted colors -- function over form. And as long as you don't spot the katana at his belt -- the black scabbard gleaming dully when the light hits it just the right way -- and you don't notice the way he holds himself -- always guarded, always wary, always solid and strong and ready -- then you could almost pass him as just another guy on the streets.
[ personality ]
Just like how Fuyumine doesn't come off as the most dapper looking person, his first impression isn't exactly that of a friendly person, either.
Not that he's unfriendly, either.
He's just a bit flat. Cold. Ask him something, he'll answer; talk to him, he'll reply -- but rarely more than necessary. It's not that he explicitly dislikes talking, or that he's antisocial. It's just that he doesn't really see the point of it. Oh, he's not emotionless, that's not it. Even with the way he usually keeps himself calm and guarded, you'll see flickers of expressions -- a wry half-smile, a furrowed brow, narrowed eyes or gritted teeth. He doesn't explicitly bother to hide his emotions -- if he did, then you'd never see anything, nothing would get past the controlled expression he's usually wearing -- but years of life under violent circumstances have desensitized him. Everything's been muted, desaturated -- tone down.
And that's why he's the way he is -- he accepts everything, takes life at face value. Whatever happens, happens -- all that's left for him to do is act upon it in accordance to his beliefs -- which are rather muted, as well. He has few to no desires for himself -- material goods, riches, money mean little to him, as long as he has enough to survive, and companionship has never been a huge priority -- and he's never had a solid goal. Nothing to live for. Nothing to die for. Nothing to fight for.
Except, maybe. Except one thing.
And it's difficult to summarize, but it's something like this: 'granting the innocent a fair chance at life.' It's not that he's an amazing humanitarian, or an optimist about people, or foolish enough to think that everything in the world can be righted just by saving a few people -- but it's the only thing that he's ever bothered to fight for. Why? He's not sure himself, actually. But having been surrounded by so much violence, so much bloodshed for so long, all he knows is that some people don't deserve such a world. That falling into the abyss should be a choice, not a condemnation. And so, a close look, a sharp eyes might catch that he shows the slightest bit more compassion, the slightest bit more empathy for the young, the innocent, the pure -- the people he'll actually fight to save.
[ abilities ]
A man with a military background, Fuyumine would probably classify as a top-grade soldier. Trained extensively in swordfighting, he can hold his own in almost any fight as long as he has his sword. Strength, speed, defence, offense -- all carefully balanced into a fighting style that leaves no gaps, moves with no wasted energy. Clean-cut, polished, trained to perfection.
Outside the realm of swordfighting, he still remains a fairly well-trained man. In excellent physical condition despite his scars, with perfect reflexes and internally programmed to always be on guard. Machines, cars, guns -- he can handle these all with considerable proficiency, though he's always been more fond of the sword. In comparison to the more fantastical resident of the city, he may dull a bit -- but on his own, he remains a top-knotch soldier.
[ history ]
Little is known of Fuyumine's history, other than that he was a military man -- part of a peace-corps type organization. And maybe he would have continued to spend his life in military anonymity, if it weren't for the rash of child disappearance cases that wracked the city. And though few people know of it, he often emerged from blood fights -- face scored with wounds -- carrying the children who had gone missing in his arms. Some, he returned to their protectors, and some who'd lost their families, he protected himself.
He told them little -- as was his general manner -- and said nothing of himself. Some of these children grew up under his care only long enough to survive on their own before disappearing from his life -- others considered him the one who'd killed their family, and hated him with all their life. And it was one of these children that eventually grew strong enough to challenge him -- defeat him -- kill him.
[ false memories ]
Fuyumine neither relishes, nor remembers his past much. Raised in the Abyss under the most violent of circumstances, by an ex-militia man who was eventually slaughtered in battle, he grew to be a wandering swordsman -- employing his blade wherever it paid or was needed. Almost twenty years he's spent like that, with no goal, no purpose -- except ever so often, something happens, and he plays the white night of the Abyss. When the scum of the underworld attempt to drag down the innocent from the Terra, force them into the maws of hell -- that's when he'll step forward, just at those times -- to return things to the way they were. And then fade back into anonymity.