Adevntures In Avakaria
 

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Name: Raxion Vahz
Age: early age 15 future age 17
Nickname: Rax
Appearance: Dark black hair with a redish tint to it, black eyes, average height, and slim build
Weapons: dual blades
Background/History: Lives with his father who is a blacksmith, he does chores around the house collecting wood for the forge and other odd jobs to help his father, his mother died when he was 7 and his father turned to drinking, during that time it was very hard for him to survive for when his father turned to drinking his crafting went down the drain, then 7 years later his father found a woman and they started seeing each other, after about a year the woman moved in with his father and thats where it all begins...
Strengths: agile, quick thinking, and durable in a fight
Weaknesses: unknown
Miscellaneous Info: none

Name: Ronoro Iyashi
Age: Early age 12 Future age 15
Nickname: Iyashi
Appearance: Silver slopped hair, blue eyes, average height, average build.
Weapons: Dual Revolvers, retractabe handblade gauntlet.
Background/History: His mother had a met a man whom she was goin to marry in a town called Avakaria . Before moving there his mother would travel around the world on business trips, leaving her son to fend for himself. Since his father had died previously of a unknown disease that away his heart. Not having guidance, Iyashi had to rely on his instincts for survival.
Strengths: Well rounded at long range and short ranged combat, capable of taking on multiple opponents at once, flexible to situations.
Weaknesses: Only able to fire 6 shots per gun assuming there won't be time to reload.
Miscellaneous Info: None

Plot Introduction

As Ronoro and his mothers train had finally reached the small town known as Avakaria, they prepared to get off. Only 12 at that time, Ronoro looked at everything with such amazement from the children playing near the fountain, to the buzz of busy shoppers in the towns bazaar. His mother guided him around the town to his new fathers house. Carrying only two suitcases, they had traveled lightly. Once they had finally found the correct adress, his mother rang the doorbell. As this happened, Ronoro wondered what adventures what await him in the town known as, Avakaria.

A boy around the age of 14 answered the door, "Yes?" he asked sleepily, he looked as if he hadnt slept in days.

"Well, you've seen better days haven't you?" Ronoro said teasingly. "Ronoro! Where are your manners!? Excuse me dear, is your father home?" asked Ronoros mother.

"He went out to get some supplies from the market he will be back in an hour," the boy said as he opened the door and motioned for them to come in, "You can come in and wait for him." He said as he went to a back room and started pouring wood into the forge.

Ronoro plopped down on a nearby chair, looking around the house. "A forge, eh? Your dads a weapon crafter?" He asked with a hint of curiosity.

"weapons, armour, just about anything metal he can craft." the boy said his blank expression lost on doing his chores around the house.

"I see.. I think place might be fun after all...." Ronoro said with a devious grin. His mother staring at him curiously.

The boy looked at the other boy with glossed over eyes and dark circles around his eyes, "yea if you like working all day." the boy said then turned back to his chores.

Ronoro, noticing the gloomy aura that came from the boy, tried to offer help. "Well, if you're so tired, why don't I lend a hand?" said Ronoro.

"I can do it." the boy said softly, "been doing it for seven years now," he added as he started arranging the different metal ores on a table.

Persistent, Ronoro wouldn't give up. "7 years? You're pretty young as of now. Isn't that a bit overwhelming and stressful? 4 hands are better than two y'know!" He said triumphantly.

"you get used to it." the boy said just as he finished sorting the metals. Ignoring the boys other response he picked up a broom and started sweeping up ashes and metal shards as thin as blades of grass.

Sensing the conversation wasn't going anywhere, the boy groaned. He looked over to his mother whom was lost in book. With nothing to do, he just stared at the clock, waiting to meet his father...