Zacron Sapience
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| Sapience, Zacron ♂ | |
|---|---|
| Date of Birth | 14th September, 1987 (24) |
| Place of Birth | Tokyo , Japan |
| Fullbring | Ghostly Visage |
| Player | Zeon705 |
| Fullbringer | |
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Appearance
Zacron's most notable feature would be his dull-brown hair. It is wavy and poorly kept, reaching his neck in length. It is dull-brown in the sense that the color of his hair lacks luster, as if it were aged far beyond Zacron's own years. His dull-brown eyes accompany his hair in the same respect of color, but his face appears normal and clean shaven typically. His jacket is similar to a sweater that zips up, save the jacket-style neck and odd material. If a jacket and sweater came together in fabric ecstasy, then you would have a jacket like Zacron's. Aside from stylish blue detailing, the jacket is a simple black, lackluster black at best. A belt holds his dark-blue jeans up, they look fairly common and easy to acquire from any retail outlet. Plain black tennis shoes get him from point A to point B, nothing more.
Personality
Zacron tends to be distant and prefers isolation and solitude. He is an alcoholic, his spare time is spent drinking himself numb. He would be a friendlier and outgoing person, but he is only concerned about getting away from it all. This doesn't mean he can't form personal relationships, but his current goals in life do not include making meaningful relationships at the moment.
What makes a man an alcoholic who prefers an isolationist lifestyle? Well, Zacron used to be a fine person growing up, well adjusted and everything. Unfortunately, Zacron killed his parents in a car accident. He observed a small girl in the middle of the road when his parents were in the car with him. He was inexperienced at driving, so without thinking, Zacron swerved into oncoming traffic with his small two-door sedan. He is not exactly sure what happened from there, but Zacron came to after a while in the hospital. He suffered some bruises and minor lacerations for the most part , but the most major thing to happen was his right leg breaking during the crash. He would recover, but he soon found out his mother was dead on collision and his dad was in critical condition. The doctors allowed him to talk to his father, they did not expect his father to make it overnight though. His father asked, “why did you swerve?” Zacron remembered the girl and uttered, “to keep from hitting the little girl.” His dad paused and mustered another breathe during his time of dying and responded, “what girl?”
Zacron collected the life insurance and sold their home in Tokyo to move into a small one room apartment in a place called Okumichi City, where he could be alone and left to suffer in isolation.
History
Zacron lived a typical life before the accident. He was a normal and well-adjusted kid, the typical sort of kid who enjoyed typical kid things. His parents were simple folk as well, dad working and mom staying at home, taking care of him. They were not rich, but they were happy. Zacron's family life and social life worked out for the best up until he reached college and began driving.
Aside from always wanting to be a samurai when he was growing up, Zacron simply wanted to be a doctor. Simply being a doctor is difficult and possibly not simple whatsoever, so he needed to go to school. In order to go to school, you typically need to drive; therefore, he obtained his license as soon as he could at the ripe old age of 18. By the time of the accident, Zacron had been driving and going to class for about a year, so he was 19 at the time his parents died. Unfortunately, less than a year of school and emotional damage kept the promising boy from becoming a doctor. Why help anyone when you kill your own parents? The feelings of accomplishment and heart-warming from saving dying people are not what a parent-killer deserve; that is what Zacron believed, at least.
Zacron was crushed, he though he killed his parents, that would crush you too. He couldn't live in his house anymore, that would be too painful. He sold the house and collected the life-insurance his parents left, from there he moved to another city, Okumichi City. Even the sites and sounds of Tokyo were too much for Zacron, hence the whole Okumichi thing.
He would not be legally able to drink until he was 20, but how difficult is it for a 19 year old to obtain alcohol? He began drinking right after the accident, but it was harder for him to find willing participants to break the law for an alcoholic stranger once he moved. He found a way to get drunk anyway he could, until he was 20. Once he made it to the long awaited age of 20, there was no stopping the full blown alcoholism. Zacron's days currently involve sitting around the house, drunk, and sleeping. Sometimes he needs some food and more alcohol, so now and again he walks to the store.
Journal Entry #1
“I used to live the simple life in Tokyo just a few years ago. I had just entered college and my future looked bright. I was never part of a rich family, but I had the full support of my loving parents. I miss them. I don't like thinking about it, but I'm the reason why their dead. I imagined some little girl in the middle of the street and bam, shit changes. I just need to drink a little now, all these thoughts are distracting.”
Journal Entry #2
“I started writing in this little book, a last will and testiment, if you will. I am going to die, I'm no fool, this drink is going to kill me. I'm dead already, it's not like anything will change. I will keep drinking and stealing air from those who deserve it every second god lets me live. I'll just wait for him to take me, once I'm done in purgatory he can banish me to hell.”
Journal Entry #3
“I swear to god that I am seeing things that aren't real. I don't go out of my way to see if someone actually exists, but I know giant demons are not real. Maybe I'm schizophrenic now, I don't care though, maybe it'll give me an audience, maybe my imagination is opening itself a carnival and I'm the main attraction for these demons and people with weird chains attached to their chests. I wonder why people have chains on their chests now? If these assholes steal my jacket, I'm going to be pissed, I think its going to be the new fashion after these chains fade away. I got to get another drink before I see another demon.”
Journal Entry #4
“I am such a failure that my own inner demons kill people. Well I turned the news on for once (I hate TV) and didn't see anyone who died from demon attacks, maybe the demons and the chain people are all delusions. I thought schizophrenics are suppose to be paranoid? I bet I'm just to apathetic to be paranoid or to even care.”
Journal Entry #5
“These demons I keep seeing keep killing people and keep destroying shit. I saw on the news that some building have been damaged mysteriously. I saw the footage and low and behold, a demon smashing shit to pieces. Odd thing though, reporters weren't saying anything about the demons but they were right there on the screen! I don't care about demons anyway, maybe I'll get lucky and they crush my apartment and finally finish the job god started.”
Journal Entry #6
“So I just received my hand forged katana today, it is the only thing I have wanted since I was a kid. It cost a lot of money, a lot, but I love this shit. It cuts right through these empty bottles like butter; speaking of bottles, I think I have some full ones left.”
Combat
Strengths
Zacron fights purely on instinct, giving him an unpredictable and natural combat style that is hard to counter at first. He feels less pain then the average person as well, mostly because he is typically drunk or has been drinking before the fight. This helps really take the edge off and keeps him calm and focused in the face of danger, well maybe not as focused as calm.
Weaknesses
Zacron has never trained or been a part of a structured combat system in his life. He is not disciplined in combat and his technique is not refined like a soldiers. Though his combat style is instant and involved little thinking before action, his combat tactics are void. He relies on only instinct to fight, hence a poor tactical striker in that respect. Oddly enough, being drunk and numb to some pain, this drunkenness often screws his balance up, forcing him to move more like water when moving. Falling and stumbling are pretty common when drunk people fight.
