Name: Mazeura (All his other names have been forgoten)

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Archer
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Stats:
Atk: 3
Spd: 6
Agl: 5
Def: 2
Mag: 1
Str: 1
Sth: 7


Clan: None, Wanderer

Weapon:
Long Bow
Attack: 30
Speed: 13
Cost: 550
Level Requirement: 1

Speacial Attack: Mazeura pulls out two arrows and grasps them in his hands. He then concentrates his rage through the two arrows (in order to pierce armor, aka increase the piercing capabilities of the arrows, but not damage) and runs up to his opponent, and stabs them twice with the each arrows then, while the arrows are still in the person, he snaps off the shaft of each arrow down to the other layer of clothing/ skin/ whatever the armor was, so that they can not be pulled out, leaving the wounds to stay open, causing them to continuously bleed.
Attack- 3
Speed- 40

Description: Black hair down to his waist. His eyes are black except for the pupils which have been tainted green (by poison, which he survived). He is 6' 1". Wieghs roughly 145lbs.

Usually wears green pants with a Brown shirt. Has his bow strung over his shoulder and his quiver at his waist.

Personality: He tries to be social, but rarely ever actually makes friends. He tries to be nice to people, but everyone that he has ever meet (excluding senseis) have backstabbed him and betrayed him. Because of this he rarely will trust anyone, unless they truely prove to him that he can trust them.

Likes: Green tea, night, peace and quiet
Dislikes: Backstabbers, betrayers, the village idiot (I know thats random, but he doesnt like them)

Origin//History: A small town, that was destroyed when he was a little boy, age of five. He was the only survivor, for he was hidden by his father in the forest. Because of this he has no memory of his family other than the screams of everyone he knew, as they died.

After that he traveled, trying to find a new place to call "home". He picked up knowledge everywhere he went, from using swords to bows. But he favored bows over all the other weapons that he learned how to use.

(Age 14) He eventually found a town in whichc everybody liked him. And he stayed there for a year. But then, it was attacked, for reasons still unkown to him, and he managed to escape the destruction, but was not able to save anybody else. The attackers also used a poison gas, which he breathed in heavily, but was somehow sparred from death. He was in a state of mental breakdown for four days after that. Twice his home was destroyed, and he had to watch everyone he cared for die. Then a stranger passed by him, and pittied him. He was taken to a ranger camp in the forest and he was welcomed there.

He trained at being a ranger for another six years. he profected his bow mastery skills and his tracking skills. He also was trained to use his sight and hearing senses, so that during night he could not be durprised as easily as others would. They also taught them how to fight without weapons, for if they were ever without one, they would need to know how to defend themselves.

Then it happened again. The camp was found during a raid through the forest. This time he was able to fight with everyone there. It was not enough, the camp was over-run and he was surrounded. He still had his bow out, with arrows drawn, ready to strike down the next person who advanced towards him. There was a blow of a horn, and they all left. After he was sure that they were gone, he collapsed. Once again everyone he cared for was dead.

After that he told himself that he would never again stay in one place for long. And that he would not make friends, only have people like him for the time that he was there. So that he would never have to go through seeing everyone and everything he cared for disapear.

~~~~Sample RP~~~~

Mazeura walked up onto a hill. It was over top of another town.

Great, he thought. Another town that I have to pass through. He sighed. "Well, better make this quick." And he started down the hill.

When he entered the town, everyone starred at him. He knew why, it was his eyes, nobody ever was not creeped out by his eyes. He continued to walk through the town and noticed that there was a shop farther down the road. He headed towards it.

When he entered the shop, he noticed that there were piles of random equiment on the floor. He shrugged, and continued onto the counter. There was a man sitting behind it, asleep on the counter.

"Excuse me, sir." The man did not stir. So he said it again louder this time. The man jumped up in surprisement and looked around for a second, then turned to him and yelled at him, "Why did you wake me up?! I was asleep!"

"Yes, you were. I need to buy some arrows, and I was hoping that you could help me."

To which the clerk responded, "Why would I help you? Hmm? You interrupted my nap. Now get out of my shop!'

Mazeura turned around and shook his head. And proceeded to leave the shop. Once outside he turned down a street.

Somethings wrong. Theres nobody here. He turned around only to see three large men blocking the way he came in. He turned around quickly and found two more men in front of him.

"All you have to do is hand over your money and bow, and you wont get hurt." One of them said, but he could not tell which one. They were all advancing towards him.

"Look guys, I'm sure we can work this out? Can't we?" He asked them. No response came though. Guess not, sorry guys, this is not the day to do this to me. Mazeura quickly grasped two arrows and stabbed the two men that where in front of him, in the shoulders, while flipping off of them. He started to run down another street, he looked back and noticed that the three that he did not stab were chasing him.

He eventually was able to evade them. I hate towns... I mean really, this really gets annoying after a while.

He found a road out of the town, and he quickly took it and disappeared into the country.