User name: Turiko
Character name: Effran
Type: daimon
Age: 17/213
Bio: Born in 1793, Effran's life was never like the ones he was around. Aging differently, his looks were
obsenely opposite of that in his family. Never venturing out during the day he was outcast from many
a clans. He and his sister were the only two alike. Twins from birth, Leira and Effran were bound
at the soul. Green eyed and blonde haired, they differed from anyone they came across, every village
they took shelter in, they were shunned, outcast, treated like animals, but these things didn't matter while
the two of them were together. Things became terribly difficult as they started to age, by the time they
had turned 12 both of them looked to be 17, their bodies needed sustainance but they couldn't work normal
jobs. Any occupation that involved the working during day were immediately taken off their list of jobs..
Finally, Effran had come across a secret listing, advertising night work. Excited about the events he decided
to keep it secret, a suprise for his sister.
But things grew dreadfully harsh the night of the job, things weren't right, the night was dead, the drop off
location was pitch black and silent. Quietly he waited, yet nothing changed, finally after a few hours
he decided to return to the shelter and his sister but hesitated, seeing a distant flame and black smoke filled the night sky casting an ominous cloud over the land.
As he ran towards the burning are he realised just what it was and fear enveloped his heart. His speed increased, bounding off of rooftops gaining speed the closer he came to it before finally reaching the burning shelter. There, mounted to a cross, hung Leira's corpse, tattered and burnt, beaten and bruised. Mortified by the sight, tears began to stream down the Apollites face, smeared in filth, his face grew solemn and cold. He sought no revenge, but opened his heart to no other. The year of 1805, carved into his chest would lock away his soon to be Daimon soul for all of eternity.
Weapon/Power: A large dagger which was stolen, drenched in the blood of his first victim, as well as a small gun which he rarely uses.
speed and strength.
Appearance:
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