Name~

Axel Tkyer

Aliases~

X or Ty

Age~

26

Gender~

Male

Rank~

Rogue/Thief

Appearance~

The first thing you would notice about Axel is his electric blue eyes, that seem to glow in the soft light of the moon, and shine in the illuminating rays of the sun, but move down to his cheeks and you'll see a branded "X", that he unconsciously rubs time after time. These X's are also on the tops on his hands. His jawline is defined to a sharp right angle, that holds a set of teeth that aren't exactly pearly white. He stands at a lean 6'3 with most of his height coming from his legs.

With messy hair that seems to do it own thing from time to time, Axel could be described as ruggishly handsome, especially since he has a small stubble of a beard that wraps itself around the ends of his cheeks and covers his chin. Axel is more broad than he is lean, causing him to be more a clutz. Years of farmwork and sword training have left him with a toned body.

Personality~

Axel can sometimes be a jolly fellow, cracking jokes to appease no one other than himself to keep his sanity. As someone who doesn't know who he is in particular, he often changes how he acts around different groups of people. He'll act stoic around one group, badass and reckless around another, or shy around another. However, deep down, Axel feela as though he's trying to catch people's attention, merely because he recieved so little when he was a child. Axel is more clumsy and dorky than he seems and finds these traits both embarrassing and dumb.

He can be quite the poet, making things rhyme seemingly off the top of his head. He writes the ones he considers good down in a small journal that he carries, and hasn't shown them to anyone, deciding that they're too personal for anyone to read.

Somewhat a perfectionist, Axel sets high goals that aren't reachable, and then feels awful when he doesn't reach them. He tends to be clingy, and tries to find things that he can either distract himself with, or attatch himself to. Oftentimes, he'll go out on a journey, constantly wandering around due to the fact that he has no home and stays wherever he can find.

Scars~

He has a long X shaped scar on his back from a sparring match.

Backstory~

Given up for adoption at birth, Axel was adopted by a farmer couple who needed extra help on their farm. They took care of him in the most minimal of ways, not bothering to pay attention to him or give him much affection other than a pat on the back occasionally. This has caused him to become clingy and affection deprived. He'll even neglect himself whenever he messes up, even in the tiniesr of ways

Axel was pinching his temples, repeating a name over and over again, like it would command whoever the hell it was to be summoned to his room so he could slice them with his blade and go to sleep. The tired and rugged man hadn't had much sleep lately, as it seemed to evade him successfully night after night. He wasn't too stressed or anything, but nothing was comfortable enough for him to finally let his guard down and sleep. Nothing felt like 'home'. He raised his eyebrows at this. Home. What a word. He longed to properly use that word someday. To finally call something that he owned his home.

A bitter sigh escaped him and he growled lowly. He stood up and decided that what he needed was some fresh air, to breathe in something that wasn't negativity or his constant lonliness despite being a social butterfly. He exited his room and made it out into the hallway, heading down into the bar and darting between people to get out. Once out, he brushed off his armor and headed towards a hill, taking small notes at his surroundings.

As he tried to relax, the name hit him once more and his tougue spoke it, unbidden, "Vesryn Azure." A long silence filled the air, once that silenced the birds and stopped the flow of the wind. The name had his electric blue eyes darting about, like they were searching for something. But there was nothing to search, aside from his mission. He had remembered that his boss had told him to make it quick and silent. He had also remembered that he had dreaded this mission, yet he didn't know why. His gut had been twisting itself into knots about it, but he could never understand why.

He fell upon his back and looked up at the blackening sky. The sun was falling and was taking the red and orange hues with it, their departure was like a fading ripple in the water, the colors extending out as far as they could across the sky, before they darkened into blues and purples. Axel could feel a soft breeze kicking in, tossing his mishappen hair rather gently. He didn't stay outside much longer, oddly feeling watched. He hastened his pace and went inside, once again dodging people left and right to finally get back to the solitary of his room. Closing the door and looking it, he saw his sword glinting faintly in the pale light that was filtering through the window.

He drew the curtains shut and grabbed the hilt of his sword, placing the weapon on the side of the bed. He began to undress, stripping himself of his armor and shirt, revealing a toned body and that stupid scar on his back. He absentmindedly traced the scars that were branded on his cheeks, forehead, and top of hands rather delicately. Almost as if they would re-open and spill his blood on the rickety wooden floor. He sat down and lost himself in his thoughts once more.

He sat on the floor, lost in thoughts that he couldn't seem to get a grasp on. All he knew was that he had a murder mission, that he had a job to do. Yet, all he could feel was emptiness. Was this how he was supposed to live his life out? He looked bleakly at the rickety boards, electric blue eyes darkening at them. Frustrated, he stood up and let his eyes wander to his window, which he had just drawn shut. He yawned at it, grabbing a plain white shirt and throwing it over his head. That's went he heard it.

"Vesryn!"

His eyes widened in shock as he whipped his head towards the sound. No way. No fucking way. His lips had parted slightly, and he froze for a solid second. He wanted to dash after the sound, but that would be stupid. So he reopened his shades and looked outside, and saw a group of four walking. Eyes hardening under the glare of the sun, he saw long chestnut colored hair for a brief second, before the glare hurt his eyes and he shut his shade in a slight agony.

That HAD to be her. Right?? What if he was imagining things? He had been haunted by that name all day and it seemed too good to be true for her to be right here where he was. There was no way in hell. Attempting to calm his throbbing heart, he plopped down on the bed and sighed. Holding his head in his hands, his messy hair hanging down in front of him, hiding the man that just wanted sleep. Peace of mind. Hell, even sometime to just...pretend like everything is ok. He had no clue why he was sent to kill this woman, but this payout would suffice him for...a long, long, time.

Huffing, Axel debated his decisions. Mope and stay in this room, or go after her, and...and...

There it was again. His gut twisting in a pain he just couldn't understand. He felt wrong doing this, which only frustrated him to the point that he stood up suddenly and decided that a drink was what he needed. Yes, something to get him wasted enough that he wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. Something to rid him of..whatever the hell this was. He began to head downstairs, to the pub and found a stool. Upon sitting down, he immediately ordered and waited for his drink silently.

As soon as his usual was passed to him, Axel immediately downed it, the liquor burning his throat and pooling in his stomach. Sighing quietly, the rage of drunkards made him even more irritated at being here. He regretted it instantly and clenched his jaw in annoyance. Some fuck sat down next to him, being rather loud and bodacious in tone. Axel rolled his eyes and looked over at the man who was talking to another man. Least, so he thought. A few moments later, Axel heard the man call him his sister and his eyes widened. A woman? Not being able to get a good look at the woman, he looked away, shaking his head softly. He popped his knuckles, making eye contact with the bartender who went to refill his drink.

As the previous glass contents began to turn poisonous in his stomach, a gleam of something rather shiny caught his eye and he looked over and saw a gem studded sword. Immediately he grew tense and wished he had brought his own sword with him. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he took his eyes off of the sword and attempted to mind his business, but he was so curious and their conversation was certainly interesting.

Plus the man stuck out like a sore thumb. You could tell he was from a royal family just with how he dressed. Axel then realized the man-looking-woman was a princess. Maybe. Axel downed a second drink, followed by a third, and a fourth. By now, the liquor was doing a fine job. His vision was hazy and he was slightly rocking side to side on his stool. His tongue felt lazy and heavy in his mouth and subconciously, Axel knew he needed to leave. He attempted to get off, but was unstable and fell to the floor instead on his hands and knees.

Ooh that was too much. He slowly stood, leaning off to one side too much and grappling onto the stool for support. Everything was spinning and his legs felt weak. He took in a deep breath and the spinning slowed for a moment, and he immediately tossed some coins for his drinks. He dazedly attempted to walk past the man and the woman, but his foot caught on something and the next thing Axel knew was that his face hurt and he was now on the ground. His whole body hurt, now that he thought of it.

He groaned and attempted to get up, but his shaky limbs failed him and he collapsed back onto the floor. He could hear most of the drunkards laughing at him but he didn't care anymore. He stayed on the ground, unable to get up anyway.