Azure Sarrazin

A Deadman walking for centuries, originating from the ancient world of "Balandria" a long time ago, now stranded outside of in the realms earth-like and supernatural, a stranger in a world both familiar and unknown to him. He seeks no attention yet trouble finds him at every turn. Yet he does not fight back the circumstances he has been put into, a blessing among many curses and other things to come.

Despite his pale and dead like exterior, the man happens to be still very much alive, crooked with dark underlining shadows carved to his worn and sharp-featured face, making him seem like he had seen it all, tired and down to earth like person, who isn't afraid to spill harsh truths out there, not seeing things black and white, but gray like the cityscapes and the gloom that hangs over them, like the cigarette smoke that is so deeply inveterate to him, that you could smell him moments away. One would mistake him for coming out of the fire... then again his ability to lit himself up and wielding greatsword or double swords conjured from this selfsame material, they would not be too wrong saying it.

Besides the control over a blue flame, The man has a habit of shapeshifting into a dire wolf and most rare instances to a raven. He would tell you that it was a gift his family had taught him, yet he would never go into details about the, as if he avoided to speak of his relatives altogether, perhaps out of respect and protection. Yet there has been many whom he was close to, a pack of friends that were left behind surely miss him and there are still haunting memories of long-dead lovers, still whispering his name, but he had moved on, finding himself accompanied by a new one... and to his luck, mayhaps He was the final one.