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Name :

Karasu

Gender :

Male

Personality :

Karasu feels that to be a good leader one must be able to understand his people and so he spends plenty of time in the areas outside the palace, visiting with the sick and the needy. Very passionate about what he does he will do anything to help his people. Normally Jovial he likes talking with people even if it is over stupid things.

Spam Points :

(10/10)

Appearance :

Karasu has lightly tanned skin with Spiky Black hair and red eyes. His body has a coiling set of tattoos running all across his body in seemingly random directions, the strings being made of runic symbols. He is normally seen wearing black clothing with a long black cloak and sandals.

History :

Karasu was born into a poor family on the outskirts of the Water Tribe's Domain. Raised to be a good person and a skillful hunter his parents also brought him into the main part of the city on occasion to teach him the ways of business, life and economics in the world. On one trip he and his parents were in the city buying supplies after the long winter. Spring was beautiful but there was the fact that they had exhausted their stores of food and other resources. Karasu's father had gone into a store to buy pelts as they needed to make new clothing. He had sent Karasu off to get some other things, mostly meat. After having bought the meat he returned to the shop where his father had been. He wasn't there. His mother wasn't where she had been either. Searching and scouring the city he finally found them. Surrounded by men with swords and the like, spearing and cutting his parents. Karasu went into a rage, his eyes went from the blue they had been to a deep red. He drove spikes of water through their bodies that splattered the ground with blood and gore. Going to his parents he found them to be alive but barely. Carrying them both out to the street he cried for help from a healer, but all shied away from the blood-soaked teenager and his half-dead family. Then a Samaritan helped him by healing his parent's wounds. But at a price. The man was an Adviser to the Tribe leader. The conditions being that Karasu had to be the man's helper and to completely forget about his parents. He didn't forget them. Years later the Adviser died and the Tribe Leader was going to step down. Karasu was his choice to succeed him. :Leader: Karasu, you embody the countries values as you have shown over the years. This is why I have chosen you, as well as the fact that you are not afraid to defend what you love. I pass my throne to you. Karasu knelt beside his dying leader. And watched him die.