Chaos's Story

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Chaos was a normal human on the outside. He had silver hair that hung loosely just above his eyes, which were a deep ocean blue. He rarely showed emotion though none alive knew why. He disliked anyone who thought they were above others or thought that they were more important then others. He liked to occasionally fight, though his opponent should be careful not to push Chaos over his limits. Something dwelled deep inside him, hence the reason he was continually trying to seclude himself form other people.

    Chaos had no family left, his parents having been killed by chaos himself while he was on one of his rampages. His sister had died in his arms during his fight with his cousin. After that his cousin had vanished, leaving chaos to mourn over his dead sister. Chaos always carries his sisters sword with him, sheathed on his left hip.

    Along with his sisters sword, he carried around five other swords with him as well. Four of them were strapped to his back in a X-formation and the fifth sword was sheathed on his right hip, opposite his sisters. For those who got to know Chaos on a personal level, they would find out sooner or later that once chaos drew the sword he kept sheathed on his right hip, all hell was going to break loose. Chaos disliked using that particular sword, but felt forced to on occasions.

    Chaos was interested in no one and as far as he knew or cared, no one was interested in him either. During his younger ages Chaos had chosen to stay away from girls, the reason being that he didn't want anyone he grew close to to be killed like his sister had. These days though he just didn't feel the need, and hadn't really found anyone suitable for him.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 15, 2016 ⏰

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