Sylas. (Unkown) | サイラス（不明） Voice: In character fits; Normal, everyday fit. Giyu Tomioka Fit. "Edgy" Fit. Basic Information; First name Sylas Surname Unkown. Preferred Name Sy. Aliases Dead Calm: Given to him by everyone around him, due to him being 'Dead' calm and careless in most situations. Wrath: Seven deadly sins, will be explained more later on. Azareal: Assigned to him by his father, symbolizing death. Name is never to be given out, never. Gender He/Him Male. Age 19 Height 6'2 Weight 160 Build Very athletic, Mesomorph. Skin Color Slightly tanned, white. Eye Color Black. Hair Color Black. Fashion Messy Semi-Formal attire. Abnormalities None. Date of Birth March 19th, 2000. Place of Birth N/A. Nationality N/A. Race N/A Languages French, Italian, Latin, Korean, Japanese, English. Sexual Orientation Heterosexual Religious Beliefs None, believes whatever he feels like. Political Beliefs does not care. What's in my backpack? `Bo Staff` - After getting bored with boxing, Sy decided to try and take on martial arts. Besides, people tend to accept a staff on the back more than a knife in hand, doesn't matter to him, will get it done even if barehanded. ` Soul Stealer ` While it may seem like a pointless toy, this was Sy's first big personal achievement. He keeps the axe on him due to it means a lot than meets the eye. ` Pocket knife, kiss me mask, and surgical mask ` I don't think I need to explain this, when a job needs to be done, it gets done. ` Cherry Blossom Fan ` Bought it as an inside joke between him and "aj", the both carry it on them almost all the time. to begin with, Sy never had family, never knew friends, never knew who he even is. Dubai, 2005, 07:00 - 14:00I woke up, as hungry as usual. Surprised I have not been kicked out of the store at night. I quickly scurry out, making sure no one noticed me. I clean my clothes off as much as a homeless person probably can, preparing to keep doing what I do best, stealing and fighting. The streets of Dubai are packed with dirt rich bastards, hence that they don't have a single worry in life, security is not one of them. I swiftly walk into the crowded street of "awabs mall", spotting a big group of dangerous-looking people, does not break me what so ever. I spot my only companion, I called him axel. He runs all between the people, flawlessly causing a ruckus, I take advantage, coming in swiftly behind three of them, and walking out. You wonder, what the hell was the point of that? Let's just say, they have no more frog wallets. Tonight we hit the jackpot, these people really were dirt rich. I bought myself fresh new clothes and axel an orange collar, getting us both washed up. We ate well that night, and many nights to come forth. What pisses me off is that they probably did not even notice they had money gone and just continued with their daily life, some really have it better than others.