Atsuma Malavazi [DONE]

**Atsuma** · Tue Jun 07, 2022 2:21 pm

Jewels :

250,000

Rank :

D-rank

Race :

Vampire [Incomplete]

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

6

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

6

Mana :

200

Boosts :

30% New Member Bonus (Start Date: 7/21/2022)

General

Name: Atsuma Malavazi

Age: X1, 794 years old

Gender: Male

Sexuality: None

Ethnicity, Father: Boscosi

Ethnicity, Mother: Fiorian

Class: Hunter

Race: Vampire

Rank: D-rank

Guild: Sleeping Calamity

Tattoo: Sole of right foot

Face: Nanami from Jujutsu no Kaisen

Appearance

Height: 6'1''

Weight: 180 lbs

Hair: Pale blonde

Eyes: Soft amber

Overall: Atsuma is a tall, broad shouldered, imposing individual. Underneath the clothes you'll find a very malnourished vampire. It will take some time for his body to regain its definition. His skin, however, remains impeccable. A marble pale white that caught the eye of most mortals. A few scars from his mortal years withstood the test of time here and there, but nothing too glaring. He usually sports a a dark coat, three piece suit, black boots. Ties of varying patterns, but all dark color schemes. Dark shades conceal his eyes and where they decide to focus. Black gloves during most occasions as well.

Extra: A watch on his left pulse, notebook, pen and wallet

Personality

Personality: Atsuma is a brooding individual, tormented by his years in nothing. It constantly plagued his thoughts, the darkness that comprised more than half of his existence. He’s in a perpetual inner battle to keep the madness of those long years at bay. While he’s not lost in thought, he’s usually overwhelmed by the current era he woke up in. The changes in reality feel like a constant tug at something inside. A frequent “you’re not supposed to be here.” This causes him to be on an endless move from point A to point B. Little time for friends and carving out a life for himself. This, fueled with paranoia that he might be hallucinating it all, causes Atsuma to be a highly suspicious individual. The only shred of proof he has that it’s all real comes from his deal with the demon that set him free. Atsuma is a hard person to deal with, saying the least. His sense of self is also splintered and discombobulated from his prison. He’s reacting to his surroundings on an instinct level with no regards to his own history, which for the moment is hazy. Underneath the trauma and amnesia, Atsuma was a romantic, warrior, a being of morals. A vampire who disregarded his peers and their ways. Someone who never wanted to put his own bloodlust above the lives of the innocent. All of this was forgotten.

Likes:

New era: Atsuma likes the oddities found in new cuisine. The explosion of colors in the new world are also welcome. While he doesn't find much time or energy to enjoy things, Atsuma does find the new world he woke up in fascinating.

Dislikes:

New era and vampires:
Atsuma holds a unique disdain for his own kind. It's mostly instinctual, but something inside of him does not trust vampires. He has no memories to back up this mistrust. It might be a projection of dislike towards himself. Only time will tell. He also dislikes some new aspects of the era he woke up in. These usually stem from the political sphere of the world. The exponential increase in life also bothered him a great deal.

Motivations:

"Who Done it?":
Fulfill his debt to the demon and uncover the secrets behind the murder that granted his freedom.

Fears:

The dark place:
The thought of going back to his prison is enough to drive Atsuma mad. His waking hours sometimes melt back into that void. Sleeping causes him anxiety since it reminds him of that place. He will do anything to never go back.
The Demon:
The entity that freed him is also the only one who knows anything about him. It also apparently holds dominion over his autonomy and could send Atsuma back to his prison whenever it wants.

Statistics

Strength: 6

Speed: 6

Constitution: 6

Endurance: 6

Intelligence: 6

Magic

Magic Name: Lightning Magic

Magic Element: Lightning

Magic Enhancement: Spell Fury

Magic Description: Basic Elemental Magic

History

History:
Thousands of years do a number on you in the dark. At first, your mind lies to you. It feeds you the delicious memories you’ve built up over your life. If your existence was long, then maybe you might enjoy a long delusion about them. But after a certain while, the dark begins to eat away at it all. Like heat death consuming all with darkness, your memories soon fade into the void as the dark that surrounds you consumes you. After centuries, Atsuma's flesh had shriveled into a dry, prune mass. His amber eyes, greyed out, useless in the box that held him. Every now and again, a memory would come along to entertain Atsuma. Keep him company and temporarily drown out the madness the darkness heralds. In those rare moments, she’s always there. He can see her face so perfectly. His own face was just a smudge now. Both mentally and physically. Attempts at speaking resulted in tired croaks. A sign he was still there. What had he done to end up locked away? Why wasn’t it important enough to remember? Was it power? The thought revealed no reaction from the undead corpse. Was it greed? Nothing. Had it been love? Suddenly, the coffin confining him vibrated with a low ethereal frequency of magic. Love had done him in. Suddenly, a loud smack occurred, followed by a light so powerful it knocked the ragged corpse out.

Atsuma’s eyes twitched as consciousness flooded back into his mind. His thoughts were spinning as he could ‘feel’ again. Vampires couldn’t quite feel as most, but the minimum that was spared to them was now present once again in Atsuma. His eyes opened, slowly taking in the information. Yet, to his tragic irony, the only color available for him to see was white. White surrounded the vampire in a small room, where he sat in a chair, hands and feet bound. A bag of blood linked intravenously to his right arm gave him the first red he’d see upon waking up. “Fitting.” He’d utter in a raspy voice. The shock of hearing his own voice caused him to reach for his throat. His skin, cold and smooth again. The momentary perks of being a vampire drowning out the endless void that awaited them all.

In front of Atsuma was an empty chair, and behind it was a door. Soon, it would be open to reveal a demon. Its appearance was of of a man dressed in white, matching the surrounding room. It explained to a very confused vampire why he was there and why his penance had been voided. Atsuma was now indebted to the demon. His new lease on undeath, however, came at a price. It assigned him to uncover secrets regarding a murder. He’d be given entrance to a guild. Develop relationships, regain a foothold in a new era, obtain autonomy, etc. But his main purpose would be to solve the murder.

“Why me?”

Atsuma couldn’t remember who he was after being in the dark for so long. The demon told him he had once been a brilliant detective, but nothing came to mind. His name was informed, Atsuma Malavazi, and powers. With regard to powers, the vampire was apparently very secretive. The truth was, magic had never been Atsuma’s ambition. The way his mind viewed things was what the demon wanted. It would not, however, remind Atsuma of why he’d been imprisoned.

“That is something I wouldn’t dare rob you from remembering on your own.”
Reference: Not aware of site username. Through discord they are known as Ikanbi