:Name: Eikichi Fidelis Hamport
:Birth date: June 17th, 1987
Age: Looks around his mid-twenties.
Gender: Young Man
Height: Around 6'3"
Weight: 168 Pounds.
Hair Colour/Style: He has dark crimson hair the shade is only a few notches brighter than that of his eyes. His hair running down over his eyebrows the bangs falling lightly over them. A few inches larger than the rest of his hair.
Eye Colour: His eyes are a dark shade of crimson the iris isn’t their usual circle shape, they are edged and curved, his eyes seem to flicker the dark center deepening and then flipping back to their normal shade.
Distinguishing Marks: He has no real distinguishing marks on his body or physical imperfections. He is completely perfect, his body rendering no scars or marks.
Race/Ethnicity: Guardian- A guardian is a secret protector of those with important destinies, Eikichi is unique because he is protecting his charge without any knowledge of what she will become or what he really is, he is a murder so a natural traitor to the guardian core, and yet he still seems to protect the one who is more important than him, he will protect Asthium with everything he has.
Place Of Birth: Walsenburg, England
Skin Complexion: He has porcelain skin.
Body Type: Athletic
Body: His body is athletic and curved the area around his stomach is toned showing the glint of abs a four pack showing. His torso firm and his body along the edges are curved and slim. His face having some rough facial features but otherwise perfect.
Physical Condition: A perfect physical condition, well close enough to perfection, truly godlike in appearance. The perfectly curved muscles and slim figure giving him the body of a model. Though the increased strength doesn’t help when boasting about his appearance.
Physical abilities/limitations: He has plenty of limitations he is after all only human, as far as he knows at least. The worst limitation is probably the fact, that he has very little reach.
Physical Illnesses or Afflictions: Afflictions, many so, in fact he has scars decorating his abs, and they seem to only increase.
Physical Imperfections/Would Like Most to Change: He would like to get the scars decorating his form removed. Though that seems almost impossible.
Sounds Like: Around groups of people he tends to let his voice become slimy, almost rude and aggressive. Though when alone with Asthium it takes a kinder more gentle nature.
Rank/Class: Just another guy, that people see as trash and street scum.
Noted Accomplishments: He hasn’t done anything, that is why he is useless, cause he has done nothing worth living for.
Personality: He has a gentle personality when he is alone or with Asthium, but when with others or around groups of people, he is harsh cold, and uncaring. Maintaining that heart-less and jerk like status that he was given.
Hobbies: He likes to lay down and relax, just sit in peace and quiet, be alone. Though if she is around things tend to be better, and the thoughts a little less dark.
Known Allies: Asthium
Known Foes: The World in general.
Basic alignment: Chaotic Good- A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society.
Outer Goals: He has a few goals that people on the outside can see, the biggest goal people assume he has is making money.
Inner Goals: His inner goals are more complicated, the one that maintains him is trying to keep Asthium safe and earn money so that she won’t have to work so much.
Super objective: His main objective, hm..tricky. There are a few that pop into his head, the one of most importance would be, private to strangers. He would not even tell Asthium this little tid bit.
Defining characteristic: A characteristic that defines him would be his kind heart. No matter how cold he appears he is kind in nature, and likes to help people. Though if mentioned he would deny this almost instinctively.
Hopes/desires: A desire, now this is a bit more personal and selfish. His real true desire, is of Asthium herself.
Fears/phobias: A fear would be finding that Asthium either hates him, or has left him and no longer wants him in her company.
Dirty Secrets: A secret? Why would he ever reveal this to you? Earn some trust first my dear.
Introvert or extrovert: Well he is introvert of course.
More thinking or feeling: He is more feeling, or well if punching someone is feeling. Really both categories don’t fit him easily.
Tends to be self-centered? Selfish? Selfless? Selfless, well that is what Asthium see’s everyone else pings him as selfish.
Admirable Traits: Brave, Strong, Smart, Intelligent, Caring, Kind, and Sweet.
Negative Traits: Rude, Abrasive, Hard-headed, Ignorant, Idiotic, and Reckless.
Philosophy Of Life: “Just…Piss off.”
Mental Disturbances: He believes that is anything bad happens to Asthium it is cause of him, he is to blame for her misfortune.
Weaponry: He carries no real weapon, seeing no point since he relies on his own hand to hand combat skills.
Armor: He wears no armor, since he finds the worst danger in his life is the typical street punk which is more than enough for him to handle.
Inventory: He carries no additional items mostly since he ends up breaking or losing the items. Breaking being the most frequent.
Accessories: Eikichi wears no accessories.
Basic Attire: He stands at 6’3, with semi-long dark crimson hair, that sometimes runs down to fall over his crimson eyes. He wears a gentle white fit t-shirt. That shows off his body rather easily if it wasn’t for the thick black biker’s jacket, the collar covering over his neck. He wears a pair of black denim jeans usually they come down to the top of his thick leather boots. He wears these since kicking someone in the face with a pair of sneakers is less effective than a large boot.
Elemental Strengths: Unknown
Elemental Weaknesses: Unknown
Skills/Abilities: He has a variety of abilities that could get him in trouble, So of course he uses them as often and frequently as he can. Some of them are listed here.
Spells: He Has None.
The little England town had not seen much excitement. London was the higher point in the action; maybe that’s why when he showed up all those years ago. It had taken her by surprise. Asthium Delva was around the ripe age of six, when Eikichi had appeared upon the scene with his happy family; at least…they seemed happy. His Mother was pretty, his Father handsome and him. He wasn’t like someone she’d ever seen before; with hair as red as hers, but an off shade. Asthium was easily fascinated more so by pretty people, such as himself. England had just gotten its first star trouble maker. “Now, don’t go near him…” her Mother had warned her, but on the first day of school, when he looked so alone, she couldn’t help but say hello to him. The friendship was rather rocky, in fact he was kind of a bully to her, knocking her books out of her hands, calling her names; in the long run he either got tired of trying to shove her away, or accepted her for her annoying, bubbly self.
A friendship had bloomed.
Her parents had warmed up to him, though not to her going over to his house, which she did anyway; Eikichi would observe that she was hardly ever at her own home; and when she was, she’d come back to following day looking rigid and beaten, he’d never asked her, because he knew she’d never tell. Three years into their friendship, it hit a hard bump; Eikichi’s parents....had died. They said they had been murdered, but the killer had gone unfound. Eikichi had killed them in a psychotic rage, but he’d never told her, what would she think if she found out he’d done it? That he was a monster. Eikichi had nowhere to go but a foster home, and so the friendship became limited to her sneaking into the small home in which he leaved, staying the night, and leaving just before she had to go to school. It became their way of living, until he hit the age of eighteen.
At the age of eighteen, leisurely strolls where given to the foster children, and where might Eikichi stroll, other than Asthium’s house? Usually he wouldn’t find her there, but on this day, he did; Her Father towered over her, hitting her repeatedly while shouting verbal abuse, he hit her, hard, on the face, making her stumble to the ground, Asthium wouldn’t fight back…but he would. Like a shining knight in a fairy tale book, he burst through the door, and proceeded to beat her Father to near death. The only thing that had stopped him from actually killing him...was her. She’d flung herself onto him, sobbing hysterically for him to stop; for them to just leave, and never come back. He’d stopped, just to look at her, the danger in his eyes scared her, but she’d clung onto him like he was a string of hope and as he took her hand in his own, and yanked her through the door.
They left everything they knew. Everything there was in that piss poor town. They only had each other.
How long had they ran before they’d found a much smaller part of London. Maybe a few days, sleeping in the slums, it was surprising that they’d managed to scrape up money to rent a small apartment, to make a home for them. To get jobs, she started working at a library, and she never inquired as to what he did. She was scared of what he might reply. So they had money, they had jobs, and as they started high school, and she watched him grow cold and hard, how the girls loved it, but he didn’t love them. She’d suddenly become aware of how much she fancied the red headed, beautiful boy that’d just showed up in England. Whose parents had mysteriously died, and who had saved her from her own torment.
Home, was where he was.