Name: Diesel Holman

Age:17

Affiliation:: (Evil/Neutral)

Village: Drachma

Appearance:

Black Hair, Jet Black Eyes, Tall, and well built. Keyser is very simplistic in looks. His features make him look very delicate. His shyness enhances that to make him look Fragile. But one look in his eyes and you realize that a Fiery Beast lives inside of him. He usually wears a medium leather jacket to protect his back from the cold, A light t-shirt the he frequently changes if it becomes off-white, Boots, and Black cargo pants. He usually wears a red glove on his Left hand and a black one on his Right. These gloves help him with the grip on his swords. Keyser is a fan of big Buckles and Chains and usually has them hanging from his clothes. He also always has a snack of some kind and a full bottle of water in one of his cargo pockets.

Sample RP post:
Keyser walked for weeks. At the beginning of his walk, Keysers thoughts alway seemed to be about his mentor and the things that he taught him. The Grief he had made him walk blindly and vigorously. After several short naps, Keyser was convinced he was completely lost. He didn't know where he was going because he had never traveled before. But he always felt he knew he could make it back to the place he grew up if need be. Now he knew that that place would only exist in his memories for he knew he could never be able to find it.

After walking more, Keyser's grief turned to anxiety. A fear crept over him about what the world had in store for him. Life had dealt him a devistating blow at a early age. He not only lost his Family but he also lost and sense of heritage. He didn't even know his real name. He also didn't know anything about his ancestors or what troubles they had endured. In Fact, He almost felt like he had returned to the moment the Assassins came. As if the last decade was a pause button.

His Fears and Anxiety grew more and more by the steps he made. With no destination and no ability to return from where he came, Keyser was fighting himself with absolute turmoil. He started to wish that the Assassin would have killed him first. He would have never had to see his family die, never would have had to be trapped inside his own mind, Never would have had to live a life that was unhappy.

Just as he had sunk deeply into dispair, Keyser snapped out of his trance as he heard footsteps ahead of him on the path. Keyser quickly jumped into a nearby bush.

Several older teens were walking down the path. Just by looking at the guys, Keyser knew they were trouble makers. This presumpsion was affirmed when he heard many foul words come out of their mouth. They looked odd and menacing to him at the same time. Keyser just kept quiet as much as he could. His breathing seemed to echo in his ears. He tried extremely hard to hold his breathe only to let it out with a much louder exhale. He knew his position was going to be found.

Surprisingly, The boys walked right past him. They were so loud among each other, they couldn't hear anything else. Just as Keyser thought he might be all right, he heard one of the kids say Hold up a minute. The kid ran to the same bush Keyser was hidding in. When Keyser heard some russeling, he thought the kid was looking for him. Keyser dared not lift his head to see. Just as his heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest, a warm fluid started to trickle down on him. Oh My God. This isn't happening.

Keyser jumped out of the bush at a speed that made the kid forget what he was doing and make him start relieving himself onto his shoe. The other boys, suddenly quiet, stared in awe at Keyser. The kid that flushed out Keyser finally noticed what he was doing and quickly stopped. The Kid was instantly angry at Keyser and grabbed him up by his shirt. What are you doing hiding in the bushes? You some kind of freak or something?

Keyser simply looked at him and wondered how he was going to get out of this mess.

Keyser's silence simply made the kid madder. You hear me? I am asking you a question. The boy at the end of the statement started making finger signs like it was a mutant form of sign language

Keyser continued to be quiet. But now, insted of looking at the kid, he tried to just look at any object behind the kid.
The Kid threw down Keyser and started yelling more and more. the other kids started to join in on the berating. When Keyser wouldn't answer, They grew more and more loud. More and more angry. Verbal assaults esculated into shoving. Shoving evolved into rough grabs and throws. In a short amout of time, Keyser was getting assaulted by the group and yet, heremained quiet the whole time. The kids wanted Keyser to beg for them stop. He never did.
After a short while, the kids grew tired of hitting Keyser. They screamed a few expletives and called him a few more insults before they left him lying one the ground. Keyser just laid there, trying to catch his breath. Why did they do that? Is this what the real world is like? he wondered why did he leave his quiet little home. Life was simple there. He wondered if he would ever get up from this spot.
As he laid there, he wondered if he was doomed to be a victim his whole life. His whole family was a victim of a single man. He was a victim of fate. Now, only a few days into this world, he finds himself a victim once again.
For Days leading up to this moment, he gradually felt more and more sorry for himself. Sorry sorry for himself that he guestion his existance. Now he was feeling a new emotion, Anger. If he was to be a victim, why was he still there? Why did his mentor care for him if it was only to have fate control him? No, I will not ever feel sorry for myself again
He sat up in pain. Wincing at the slightest movement. He sat there until he could muster the strength to stand up. Leaning up against a tree for support, he stood there until he could make a step. Step after step, Keyser walked towards whatever Fate had instore for him. He vowed at that moment to never be a victim again to fate. Fate was only a endless string of possibilities. Keyser was determined to master Fate so that he would never be a victim again.

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