Axle Craaft ::WIP::

The Breakdown

Name: Axle Craaft
Age: 23
Gender: male
Date of Birth: 29th febuary
Height: 1.85m
Weight: 60kg
Occupation: none

Who I Am

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Personality: Axle generally has a care-free character. The problem with him, is that he is simple. The misfortune of it asll, is that people mistake simple for stupid. He's actually incredibly intelligent, able to think of unique ways to solve problems. On top of this, emotions don't have the same effect on him as they do on other people. He feels them, but he doesn't feel on conflict between them. Sometimes people could mistake his simplicity as childishness, simply because it's as if it is from a child's mind. He's generally a "nice guy". He will always open a door for someone else, and would do near to anything to get on someones good sides. But anything that breaks his own ideals, and he wouldn't hesitate to take action.

My Past Present and Future

Reiatsu Level: (1,2, or 3. Will be given upon approval)


History: Being born to a low-class family is bad. Coming from a teenager in a low-class family is even worse. To top it off, being born from a teenager, who is in a low-class family, who dont have any money puts the baby in the blender. Nearly literally, as this family could not afford to keep the child.

The first sight he saw was a dark ally way down some dead-end street in the middle of london. Alone. But, he didn't feel it. Not for the first few years, because this child was lucky. He survived not because he had any skill, or talent, or was a genius at learning. It was simply fate. Born an orphan, left on the streets of london at a very young age. Most would say that he wouldn't have lived past the first few days, but somehow he survived. This might have something to do with the small gang of induviduals who found themselves strangely attracted to the child, left his a cardbourd box with a note taped to him. They felt that they needed to protect him. So, as they took the child and swore him into their gang, they let him grow up. They gave him the knowledge he needed, and the skills that would help him. They gave him food, gave him water, and gave him a lust. Having lived so many years with a gang of what essesencially were hobo's, He became proficient at fighting, following on style, and simply following the rythme of his mind. He learnt to pay back what was given to him, so he in turn protected his friends, only resorting to violence as a means to avert violence to his friends. However, he took alook at his hands at one point, and saw them covered in the blood of his enemies. It was at this point, that he decided that he quite enjoyed fighting to some extent, and should probably use violence more often. He didn't see any point in fighting against what he liked to do. This awoke within him a single desire. Having lived most of his life confined to the dark allyways of greater London, he yearned for something greater. He had heard the stories of the "country-side", and having lived a life mostly kept confined to the walls of the streets, and the large bustling crowds of people and the empowering skyscrapers, he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He wanted to get out, and more importantly, he wanted to find out if there was anything else out there that he could use to help him gain some power.

Behind the Scenes

Name/Alias: Man, so many names! Axle, klom, flamento, flam, flan, fache, Fachy, or just plain alex.
Contact Info: Just PM for now peeps
Role Play Sample: lolol i dun no how :B

Is it finished yet?