Name: Aeolus
Race: Quincy
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Avatar
Height: 6'0
Weight: 175
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Personality:
Aeolus is a Cold Person. He detest anything to do with loving someone or even having a freind. He thinks of himself as a loner quincy. Yet, even he has a soft spot. Yet, he has ony had one freind through out his life. Yet, he died. So, Aeolus never made freinds with anyone else.
Background/History:
Childhood
Aeolus was born into a very rich family. His father was a big time Lawyer. Yet, his family was far from normal. His mother and Father were both quincy. His grandfather had taught his father. So, he was totally a quincy. When he became of age. Aeolus began to train under his mother and father. His father rarely used his Quincy abilities. Yet, he was still very strong. His motehr was the same. They both taught him. Until his grandfather took over. His grandfather trained him and his best freind. They both fought, trained, adn even woked together to further their abilities.
When Aeolus was 13. His freind was killed in front of him by a hollow. From the sudden lose of his freind. Aeolus killed the hollow and was finally seen as a Quincy by his family. Even thought he was seen as one it didn't make him feel better. He went throuh the rest of his childhood alone. Everyone who tried to be his freind. he simply pushed them away. When he was 18. He left his house and went to college.
Now
Aeolus graduated early from college, and soon set out to find other Quincys. He has master his bow. Yet, his bow is sorta different from other quincy bows.
RP sample:
Aeolus walks into the area. The area was grassy plain with a forest aroud the edge of it. Birds were chirping, Butterflys were going from flower to flower, and the wind was blowing the grass. His hair blew in the wind gentle along with his outfit. Which was soild white with blue on it. If that wasn't sign enough that he was a quincy. He had a Quincy cross wrapped around his Wrist. Yet, he had something that not normal quincys would have. He had a revolver attached to his right hip. It shied in the sunlight. On the barrel of it it had two quincys crosses placed on it. It also had a chain with a quicny cross on it hanging from the bottom of the grip. He had both of his hands in his pockets with his eyes closed. The wind blew against his skin gently. He had a cold look on his face while his hair blew against his face. Yet, he could feel a Hollow approaching, but it didn't other him at the least. He had enough training and fights to know what to do. So, he waited for the Hollow to make himself know.
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