Twin Daggers
Appearance:
Chrys is 17, and of the typical build of a 17 year old - not too built, but can hold his own in a fist-fight... he has an unruly mop of dark purple hair, even though when he's seen in public, many think it is black, or a dark shade of blue. His emerald green eyes take on his surroundings with an almost innocent vigor. He generally dresses in dark blue, occasionally greyish... colors that will help him blend in more... help him with his work. ^_-
Personality:
Chrys has generally a laid back attitude in life... He realizes he needs to grab opportunities as they come, but also realizes they come on their own if you won't come to them. So sit back and enjoy life a bit, ne? However, sometimes he is prone to sudden outbursts of emotion, due to all the feelings he's stored up through the years. He also spaces out every once in a while, due to the odd feelings of déjà vu that he gets occasionally.
Motivations/Goals:
Chrys lives under the delusion that without money, we all can be equal - if we're all equal, we won't fight. So for the majority of his life, he has done the Robin Hood task of "rob from rich, give to poor".
Background:
20 years ago, the Gemma Knight Randi and his companions, Purim and Popoi, saved this world from destruction. However, they may not have been able to without the help of one woman… Tasnican spy, Mara James. At least, that's what Mara used to tell her grandson, Chrys. He was 7 then, and lived a decent life… a decently spoiled one, that is. Chrys was born and raised in one of the richest families in Northtown, the Souryuu family. Chrys was never quite one for anything less than the best, and it showed, back then. His grandmother disappeared on the day of his 8th birthday, and a year later, his parents died, leaving Chrys the money, the estate… everything. He learned that money isn't everything... money can't buy you love or companionship… what Chrys needed most. No friends, no family... not even a pet.
It was then that he became increasingly aware of his surroundings… all the inner turmoil and hatred throughout the world. So he got the noble (or would that be stupid?) idea of "rob from the rich, give to the poor...and we'll nave no reason to fight, right?" This was how Chrys devoted his life to thievery. And naturally, Chrys learned of the great thrill of getting caught and sentenced to execution. Luckily, the security in Northtown's dungeons just happens to be really crappy... making escaping a breeze. Chrys ran for days… never looking back. He took a ferry to Pandora, where he's currently residing, living off what he can steal... and making sure he's always one step ahead of the Pandoran Guard! ^_-
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