Post by ZILO UYEDA on Dec 24, 2011 19:51:44 GMT -5
NAME:Zilo Rosari Uyeda full name
MEANING: Zilo is a fusion of two words meaning New beginning
GOES BY: Zilo or Uyeda
OTHER NICKNAMES: Zi-zi or Uye-chan
GENDER: Male
AGE: 21
BIRTHDAY: 01,01
ETHNICITY: Renais
SPECIES: Human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Butler for hire, And underneath the butler act, He is a Mercenary.
LIVING SITUATION: Roaming right now. With no place to stay.
PLAY BY:Claude Faustus
HAIR: His hair is a dark black and kept down towards his ears. He also try's to make sure to keep them out of his eyes while he is in a battle.
EYES: Yellowish orange, and nothing abnormal about them~
HEIGHT: Six foot four.
WEIGHT: 210 pounds.
USUAL ENSEMBLE: His usual ensemble is that of a butler outfit, Under neath the coat is that of a white silk shirt. The top is tied off with a ribbon type material. He normally wears white gloves on his hands, But when he does not have on white gloves he wears black leather gloves that have no fingers.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Zilo is what you would call a fairly tall man. Sure hes a bit on the skinny side but other than that he is actually pretty sturdy, On the outside with his Butler like appearance most wouldn't guess his true nature. Generally he keeps some sort of weapon near by. Standing at a height of six foot four. He appears to be a giant over most. his dark black hair nearly blends in at night and is hard to pick out. His dark yellow eyes appear to remind others of a cat when starring into them. His glasses sit simply on his nose and barely around his ears at all.
The clothing he wears is a simple butlers wear. It is an essential black over top coat, with a white silk like shirt underneath. Above on the collar of the white shirt is a ribbon of shorts connected by a black bead in the middle. On his hands is generally a white pair of gloves. Or his black leather gloves without fingers generally cut off about half way. He wears dark black boots that are snug on his feet and aren't taken off fairly easy.
His facial structure is that of a young man. His face is slightly angular with some points. While his chin is flat like. His nose is small and petite compared to his mouth. His mouth isn't exactly one that smiles a lot. Seeing Zilo hardly shows emotion to those that he doesn't care for. His teeth are a startling white and seem a bit different.
LIKES: Books, Swords, Spicy food, Nature, sunsets, Sparring, Protecting his country, Sake, Being alone, Fighting in small groups.
DISLIKES: Sweets, Being crowded, People all lovey dovey, People attacking his country, cowards, Brigands, Knights, lances, Magic, Archers.
STRENGTHS: His main strength is his luck, He is stubborn, Tends to be to himself, Doesn't trust a lot of people, and loyal.
WEAKNESSES: Makes enemies easily because of his trusting issues, doesn't let people close, tends to fight alone, refuses magic most of the time, is shy.
WANTS: Too forget his past, and to find a place to settle down as a butler.
FEARS: Falling in love, and not able to find a place to settle down.
POWERS: Zilos only power is that of what he is able to do. He is a silver tongue in a way and a diverse attitude makes it where others have a hard time to understand him. So in a way he is enigmatic giving him either and upper hand, or that of an advantage in one short of way. So in other words he is a strategist.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:The overall personality of this fine outstanding man is that of an gypsy. No one knows what he wants or what he desires. He keeps to himself most of the time. When he does talk it is generally sarcastic, but a few times he may give you a compliment so you might wanna listen. Sometimes he will give you hints about what you might wanna do. And generally he is correct about most things and situations.
In his head Zilo thinks over strategies and other possible routes. And counters his own plans with what an enemy could do. Eventually he will have to decide on what to do after formalizing all the possible faults. Though some might not agree with ti he is determined and will do it alone. But there is a nice side to him as well. When faced with a decision to protect his master or to live, He would gladly give his life to protect them.
His over all trait that gets him place is his loyalty. He may be hired by someone and no matter what decision he is loyal. But if he is out bought by the enemy of his current master he doesn't change. He will fight till his Service is up. Meaning a bandit or a enemy tries to buy him. It will fail in less told otherwise by his master to go alone with them. And if his original master is killed. He will move on to their next kin. Or their family member to insure that the blood line doesn't stop.
FAMILY:
All Deceased.
Father:Alanthar:Knight 32, dead,KIA
Mother: Analice: Maid 40, dead, Killed in the night.
PETS:
None.
HISTORY:The setting was a dark black night with no stars to shine. There was rain and a distant crying could be heard. There was a cry of pain and then an infants cry. It had been the night that the Child name Zilo was born. The promising of beckoning noises rushing back and forth between the houses. A young man with blonde rich hair stood there. Holding a small baby boy in his hands, while a younger woman sat there rich dark black hair. And golden eyes starred out at the man she loved. Held in the man’s arm, was a little baby boy named Zilo. The crying had died down from the boys’ mouth. And there stood Alanthar and his baby boy. The night Zilo was born was the night of happiness and joy within the Uyeda family. Analice the young woman that had given birth laid there smiling. And thus the story begins of his past, the present, and his future…
Upon the age of three the young boy named Zilo was already walking and speaking in short verses. He had taken an interest in his dads old scrolls showing stances with swords and other weapons. The one he called a stick fighter had been what he admired the most. Each drawing he would watch and mimic each action as if he was the warrior in the image. He had a wooden stick with him almost all the time. His mother was a Maid working for his father before they had been married. And his father was one of the high knights of the kings’ court. They weren’t nobles but they had a nice getup. It was a solid standing house. Not real big but one that needed cleaning. And his dad had put up ads for someone to clean his house. That is how he had found his lovely Analice, a young little thing. Small about five foot five, long silky black hair. Glowing bright yellow eyes that seemed as if it could warm an entire village, she wasn’t anything special to others. But for some reason she grew on him after time.
She was a petite woman, Slender and skinny. No real traits about her, besides the olive skin, and the small red ruby lips she had. The dark black lashes that stood alive each time he spoke to her and asked her a question, something besides a maid, and her master. This was the first time he had seen it. He had actually fallen in love with this woman. One that had nothing special about her, but he was drawn towards her. There was fine beauties in the village that he could chase after all day. But this one woman stood out. Her attitude, determination, and her ways of taking care of him at his house made him fall in love with her… And now there he stood with the baby boy in his arms…
Analice was a normal girl. She didn’t seem to stand out to anyone. She wasn’t really a popular sight to most guys. They would brush off the young woman without hesitation for one that was busty and almost asking to be taken. But that wasn’t what she found one day when she was looking for a job. She had found a ad in the paper for a maid full time. She decided it would get her away from her mother saying all the time to find someone for her. And that she needed to get married and out of the house. And that first day something struck her as he opened the door for her. He was a tall man and well built. His rich blonde hair wavered in the wind as he stood there. His bright blue eyes were starring straight at her. His skin was tanned with a bit of light cream. And he stood there with a smile that was white as most could be.
In the first time in her life she felt her heart thump. She couldn’t believe that this man had actually accepted her flier, and let alone send out a messenger to gather her. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen from there. But over the time at his house, the room she stayed in, the way he let her dress without making comments about being unattractive, and the occasional flirting when he got drunk made her heart flutter. This wasn’t something she was use too from a guy. And definitely not one she would forget any time soon. It seemed it was only yesterday she had accepted that ad. And there he was holding her child, his child, their child in his arm.
And then today the child was walking and running, using sticks acting like swords to strike at invisible enemies, she was happy, it wasn’t a bad place to be, and she cared for her husband like any other wife. Maybe even more, they had fallen in love in a way that seemed to be almost unnatural. And that was something she wasn’t going to forget no matter how longed she lived. That was the way she is and that is how she was going to live. She was living to make this child happy and for him to grow older with her and his father. But that was something that could not happen. By the time she hit twenty six something had happened…
Zilos sixth birthday had just rolled by, he was a young boy fascinated with learning how to wield a weapon like any other young kid. His father was one that learned the use of a lance when he was younger. But Zilo had a much more interest in blades. Since he could remember he had always been watching the pictures on the scrolls that his father had. Seeing the interest he had his father had hired him a teacher on his fifth birthday. And gotten him a wooden blade that was the size of giant sword. It was broad and long and nearly as big as him. He told him that what it was, a mercenary sword, all mercenaries wielded one like this. And in time of needs they would be able to learn more by it than most. But something had happened and day when his father had left for a mission he hadn’t come home from it on the day he said. And he was never late.
A day later they had received a letter. One that had his fathers emblem of knight hood on it. And one with a small javelin like badge. All he could remember was his mother falling to her knees crying. And then later that night she had told him that his father was dead. But he was watching over them in a happier place. Both of them that night had sat there weeping for the longest of times….
A few years later his teacher had passed away as well. He had become like a second father to him. Someone he could trust, someone he could rely on. And then he just died like that. He had begun to love the man like his father. And then he just died. This is what happened to anyone that he loved. His mother he decided he would not let die like these others. No one would be able to harm her as long as he was around. By the time he hit seventeen he was walking home one day after going to the store. After walking into the house he had found everything torn up and thrown away. His mother was fourty two now. And there was no way that she was going to leave a mess like this. Not at this time. Going to the room he caught a sight…
Blood was everywhere. His mother laid on the bed cloth less, there was blood on the bed. She was laying in a way he had walked in on her and dad plenty of times. But this time it was wrong. She wasn’t moving nor breathing. And there was a man going out the window. Following after him with his blade drawn. It was a bulky blade but he didn’t let that slow him down anyway. Coming up fast he lunged forward stabbing the man that was still trying to recover from what he did. There was already blood down his pant legs and on his bare skin before the stab. Meaning only one thing that he had done to his mother, something he wouldn’t want to remember, something he didn’t want to prove but it was already too late it was in his head.
In the years to come he couldn’t stand being in the house of which everyone he loved had died… Standing there in the front of the gate of the house he had been put up for sale. He couldn’t stand it here anymore. There wasn’t anything left for him. The only thing he could do was travel the country and do something…Anything to forget his past… He fears only one thing now that everything he had was taken from him…And that is to fall in love again and lose yet another person dear to him. Thus this is the story of past, love, and death…What will his future have in store for him now? We will have to keep up with this man, this shattered soul, what will he become? A devil, or a Hero? Lets watch….
YOUR NAME: Jake, Zi-zi, Zilo Donvest
AGE: 17
EXPERIENCE: Geez I forgot actually. Its been a while I know that.
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
SECRET PASSWORD: glabargle muffin
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