Shadows
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>Vital Statistics
║Name: Kurapika║
║Nicknames: Kura/love/angel/babe/darling (Chrollo only)║
║Species: Human║
║Gender: Male║
║Age: 20║
║Birthday: April 4th║
║Hair color: Blond║
║Eye color: Blue scarlet when expressing deep emotion║
║Height: 171'cm (5'7")║
║Weight: 59kg (130lbs)║
║Blood type: AB║
║Relationship Status: In a romantic relationship with Chrollo║
║Sexual Orientation: Bisexual: Male Preference║
║Clothing: Blue Tabard trimmed with gold.║
║Arctic hued standard training suit. ║
║Baby blue Chinese flats. Various business ║
║to business casual suits and ties. ║
║Ebony dress slacks║
║Jewelry: Nen created silver chains on his ║
║right hand. Each with a different ability.║
║Silver chain adorned with a║
║ruby tear drop in left ear║
║Gold roped necklace with five chain strains║
║adorned with the same crystals as his earring║
║Alignment: Chaotic Netural║
║Class: Specialist║
║Handiness: Right║
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>Furcadia Description
Last surviving member of the Kurta, he traveled the world in search of those who slaughtered his clan. Bent on vengeance, he became a hunter, vaulted individuals revered for their skills and power. Developing and honing his talents in the ways of Nen, he found a prepotence so defined, a true awakening stirred within. Dubbed the chain user, emitted force reared when eyes shone scarlet, becoming a deliverance for those of pure malice and evil. A soft blue trimmed in gold Tabard adorned his lithe frame, the symbolism of devotion carved in silver rested upon his right hand. With irrational determination as his drive, he searches diligently for a way to end his pain - to kill the twelve legged spider.
>The Kurta
>Likes: Literature. Since he
has a high intelligence, he
is often found immersed within
books. He also enjoys quiet
time, meditation, solitude, and
maintaining his training in Nen.
Enjoys Indulging in pleasures.
>Dislikes: Arrogant, conceited
or irritating people. Anyone who
speaks ill of his clan. Calling him
pika or peeks. Sweets or the smell
of cinnamon. Anything that can be
perceived as getting in the way of
his goals. Fear of him for his eyes.
>Vices: His deep-seated enmity
and virulence. Even as good or
self-righteous he tries to be, more
often not he is found succumbing
to his own prudence. A darkness
sits heavily in his heart and can
easily succumb to his hatred.
>Virtues: Loyal and honest
there isn't anything he won't
do that isn't for the greater
good. Willing to go as far as
to sacrifice his own in sake
of the benefit of others. Even
if such caused an adverse end.
>Demeanor: Often carries himself
with outward confidence, though
is usually eremitic and easily
resistant when others approach
him. Cold at first tends to privy
for distance between himself and
the rest of the world.
>Appearance: Blond headed and
blue-eyed, harboring a youthful
facet though clearly effeminate
in likeness. Lithe, average in body
muscle and creamy-hued skin. He
is smaller than average, often
mistaken for a female.
His life was like that of a razor's edge, living in a constant battle between life and death
There was no medium. No placidity. Constantly torn asunder by the cruel hands of fate,
the pain always a reminder. An ever-living battle between the echos of tranquility and destitution
Time was no cure. No rest for the weary. For him, eternity was only that of rancor and hell
He walked a fine line, bordering between beast and savior, his heart falling into shadows