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Player Name: Amanda
Player Journal: fathoms_deep
Player AIM: Fallen Inoue

Character Name: Haji
Series: Blood+
Status: Alive (after episode 32)
Personality: Haji is a devoted, if not stoic character, with only very few goals in mind: to keep his promise to Saya that they had made, to protect the innocent, and try to help Saya find her way in the world. Recently, he's been absolutely withdrawn from the world. After the death of a close loved one, and a battle with Diva and her Chevalier, Karl, Saya and Haji disappeared completely, never to be heard from again. After that, Saya disappeared, and Haji was forced to roam the world alone and directionless. However, he doesn't mind. Haji is prone to wanderlust whenever Saya enters her thirty-year sleeping period. He takes time to enjoy peace, beautiful things, and antiques. He loves the cello; playing it fills him with such a bitter-sweet nostalgia. Although Saya is the real reason Haji exists at all, he is capable of functioning as a person independantly... but when it comes to Saya, it is Saya first, Everything Else later. He is a man of a few words, hardly speaks unless he absolutely must, but he is a formidable warrior. He doesn't sleep; he doesn't eat. Thus, only he knows what he does with his spare time.
Sample RP post/Journal entry:

Footsteps in the alley. Where am I? he wondered, a vaguely bewildered expression flitting across his face as he raised his eyes into the sunlight and blinked at a sky that anyone could have said was normal. The same blue. The same clouds. But it was the way the wind felt against his hair, on his face, and the way the air tasted when he breathed. Something about it was wrong. It was the same Okinawa, no matter how he spliced it all up mentally. It was exactly the same, except....
The store that had been George's restaurant was a vacant lot, and nobody had ever heard of Miyagusuku Saya, George, Kai or Riku. The sand in the lot had seemed like it had been there for years. Nothing had recently churned it up, and as far as the local neighbors knew, it had been an eyesore for a decade. But he was sure not more than two years had gone by since they left that place abandoned and derelict.

Noiselessly shifting the weight of the coffin-like cello-case on his back, he lowered his gaze across the street. The disruption there became suddenly loud in his ears. Glancing both ways at length, he crossed the busy street with the crowd. He recieved, oddly enough, few strange looks. But they talked about him. Another stranger. From another world, they said? Look at his hand, bandaged like that. Was it burned? Was it some kind of deformity?

The dark-haired man in the eighteenth century suit ignored it all. There on the street, a chaotic fight between two very different people was being waged; the ordinary people were watching and cheering, as if they couldn't get enough, couldn't see enough blood. But so far no blood had been spilt at all. Haji's vivid blue eyes remained cued on the one whose teeth flashed sharp as he lunged for the woman. They looked nothing like anything he'd seen before.

Suddenly the woman's sword snapped totally in half as her opponent's hands grabbed hold and simply broke it off. She cried out in enraged alarm.

Haji immediately lunged into action. Shifting the heavy, sturdy cello case - made of some material alloy. His image blurred, became a black smear of movement as he placed himself between the woman and her opponent. The stranger's dark eyes widened in alarm. Prominent fangs revealed themselves as he raised his voice. "No, you fool!"

Behind him, Haji heard the warning growl before he felt a huge weight collide against his back. Luckily, the cello case served as a shield, but he and the woman - now some huge, bear-like creature whose teeth were now driving huge puncture holes through the metal of the case.

Grunting as the combined weight of the wolf-creature AND his cello pressed down on his back, Haji saw out of the corner of his eye the other opponent getting back to his feet. With tremendous effort, Haji shoved himself up, his hand sliding out of his jacket with the blue-gemmed dagger. It was silver, and its light and its very presence seemed to make the monster shrink away in horror. It screamed, before the slender blade buried its entire length through its jaw directly into the brain.

Haji stood up, watching the huge, fur-coated beast (that had somehow once been a human girl) melt, viscera steaming as it poured open old wounds and began to die.

"What do you think this is?" the male with the sharp teeth snarled, as he walked up beside him. "Some kind of free show? That was a werewolf. They're bad news."

"...." Haji fished the knife out of the werewolf's head and cleaned it off. The blood had a stink to it, and Haji nearly wrinkled his nose. "I'm sorry." As an afterthought, while picking up his cello case, he added in an undertone, "I'm... not from around here."

Anything Else You Might Want To Add: Haji's bandaged hand can be used as a weapon. Because he is Saya's Chevalier, that makes him a chiropteran. He never shifts completely into Chiropteran form, but he uses his hand like a claw, when it transforms a bit.

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