Name: Ainsland

Gender: Male

Rank: Trainee

Insignia:


Race: Claymore

Type: Offensive
Dominant Arm: Left
Weight: 185 lbs.
Height: 6’4”
Attribute: Vitality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Likes: Dogs, quiet, reading, writing, and swimming.

Dislikes: Arrogance, large groups of people, cats, weasels, and large parties or festivals.

Personality: Ainsland can be described as a person who normally has little to no presence. Normally he’s too shy to assert himself in the majority of situations, causing him to usually fall under the control of others. Because of his nature, he has become very introverted in his dealings with other people. Though Ainsland wishes to venture out and meet others, he is either constantly turned down or constantly believes that he will be turned down.

Deep down, he is capable of completely taking control of a situation, but because of his lack of confidence Allen fails to recognize this. One of his better qualities is his intense amount of patience, which in some ways makes it even more difficult for him to come out of his bubble. His one goal in life is to finally assert himself.

Once he knows someone better, he’s able to open up to them a bit more. Ainsland always tries to move towards this phase, but he often makes stupid mistakes along the way. He always tries to change his actions so that he doesn’t irritate his friends. Ainsland tends to have few friends as it is, so he does his best not lose them. He never picks out any personality type or anything else specific for what he wants his friends to be like, so he is fairly open. Likewise, Ainsland has no criteria for people he dislikes. He just tends to dislike people for reasons that aren’t necessarily stupid or illogical, but almost completely random or insignificant. The main reason Ainsland wants friends, is that he is an excessive worrier, and tends to worry about things he knows are stupid. If he talks about it with someone he trusts, then his willing to open up to them, which often makes him feel exponentially better. Though he gets frustrated sometimes, he almost never gets angry. It would take something fairly important to get Ainsland angry.

Appearance: ((Just add in the silver hair and eyes.))


Special Skill:
Ainsland uses a small amount of yoki to draw in a massive breath of air. He then expands his lungs just enough to store this air and allow him to breathe normally beyond that. When he is the middle of a battle, he can tap into this stored air instead of stopping to breathe, which essentially prevents him from being afflicted by apnea in the middle of a fight. This also helps him when he cannot access air in other situations, such as when he must stay underwater for an extended period of time.

History:
Ainsland’s childhood was somewhat of a blur to him. He was raised by his uncle on a farm on the outskirts of a village. He was never quite sure who his parents were, but he never really cared in the first place. He had no memory of them and as far as he knew his uncle picked him up in the middle of a field one day. It was a small farm that never seemed to produce much. This was largely ignored, not because the Uncle or Aisnland had any real love for the land, but because they simply had no idea what else they could do with their lives.

The village was actually fairly large, and was bordering on being called a city. Though he could see it from his window, Ainsland barely ever went there. He was never fond of dealing with masses of people…or simply people he really didn’t know for that matter. Most of the time, his Uncle went to the city by himself while Ainsland stayed at the farm and tended to the chickens or something like that. Though Ainsland was fairly antisocial, he did have a few friends that he played with every now and then, but not often.

When he was around twelve, odd deaths began occurring in the city. After weeks of investigation, it was determined that the killer probably wasn’t human. However, the killings seemed to be more precise and cleaner than that of an average yoma. As the months passed on, the rate of the killings grew dramatically. People began fleeing the village, turning it into a ghost town. However, Ainsland and his Uncle stayed on their farm. It’s not like they had anywhere else to go.

A few nights after the exodus, Ainsland woke up shortly after midnight to a loud noise from his uncle’s room. Though it was against his better judgment, Ainsland decided to investigate. He cracked open the door to his uncle’s room to find him in pieces all over the floor, and a strange, thin man sitting on his bed. Ainsland was surprisingly unshaken. He forced open the door and simply stared the odd man without any emotion in his eyes. The man was surprised for a moment, but then decided to speak, “Why hello child….was this a relative of yours? He wasn’t exactly appetizing, so I just tore him up a bit….does that bother you at all?”

“Not really…I guess…” Ainsland wasn’t quite sure why he was so apathetic at the moment. He guessed that he had no real love for his uncle in the first place. That or he simply bottled up his emotions in a desperate attempt to survive this encounter.

The man seemed a bit set back, “Not bothered in the slightest…? Hmmm…” The man paused for a moment before a small grin appeared on his face, “Well then…you have no desire for revenge…you aren’t saddened in the slightest…even though I basically took away everything you had…”

He got up and began walking over to Ainsland. For a moment, Ainsland was on guard, but the man simply walked right past him. The man laughed and continued, “I’ll leave you alone for now. Wine is always better after it has aged for some time. If you need to find me, remember my name…Delian.”

And with that, the man disappeared without a trace. With the exception of a few people left in the town, Ainsland was basically alone for a good long time. He was forced to work the farm by himself, and mainly only to produce enough food to survive on his own. The few remaining largely ignored him, as they always did. He made a grave for his uncle the day after his murder, and cried for the first time since he witnessed the brutality. The strange yoma never returned, oddly enough. A few months went by, and a man clad in black came to take Ainsland to a certain organization. For the first few attempts, Ainsland either ignored him or outright denied him. He had no desire to leave his plot of land. On the man's fifth attempt, he tried a different approach, "Now then boy, I can't really understand why you cling to this land...but do you even have a purpose for staying here...?"

After some though, Ainsland responded, "I'm not sure if I have much of a purpose to begin with."

"I see..." The man sighed and continued with his persuasion, "I know this sounds rather...cliche, but I can give your purpose. I can't say whether or not you'll enjoy it, but fighting against or alongside your fate is better than waiting for fate to drag you to your destiny. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I suppose..." Though the man's argument wasn't that much convincing, Ainsland was getting tired of sitting around and doing nothing, so he decided to go with the man. He knew what dangers and possible misery could be on the path he had chosen, but he supposed anything would be better than tending to chickens...

Side notes: ((I’m not intending for Delian to actually exist in the RP. If you’re cool with it, that’s great, if not, well, his existence ends here. As for Ainsland’s heartless response to his uncle’s death…he was basically emotionally frozen by the situation…well that’s about it for clarification.))