Dauthi, Murazar

[Murazar Dauthi]

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CASE FILE: Alchemist/Amestrian Militant

"They say a man or woman for that matter can never change. I believe that too ya'know. Seen it happen though."
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FULL NAME:
→Murazar Fox Dauthi
{Murazar Dauthi translates into either The Shadow of Death or Death's Shadow in old high german}

AGE:
→Twenty-Six

SEX:
→Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→Kanama

RACE:
→Amestrian

ALCHEMIC ABILITY:
→Murazar's alchemy is based around air, or more specifically oxygen, hydrogen, and carbon dioxide levels in controlling air. He mainly uses this as his combat or just general alchemy, however he also has chalk with him usually to make more complicated or different kinds of alchemy to do other things. He now has added fire into his store of "weapons". Well looks like Souls are gonna have to be added to that batch as well.

{See Alchemy for further details and changes}

DATE OF BIRTH:
→February 14, 1987

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HEIGHT:
→174.32 Centimeters {Five Foot, Nine Inchs}

WEIGHT:
→74.84Kilograms.{One-Hundred Forty Pounds}

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DEscriptION:
→Murazar dresses for success he usually is wearing one of two outfits. The first is a white dress shirt with a black over jacket usually worn loose; it’s usually tucked into his black dress pants that have a belt on them that is conservative in appearance. His footwear is combat boots which are black, for the most part no one notices because no one looks at his feet.

The second outfit is a t-shirt, leather jacket worn either zipped or open due to cold or heat, jeans, and the same combat boots. This one sort of is to blend him into a populace if he doesn't want to stand out; the first outfit is more for either business or just because he likes that style better. His hands are now made of automail and no longer have the flame and wind alchemy symbols upon them.

His hair is silver and has been cut short just over his collar. He's fairly muscular, but not in an overt looking way. His eyes are hazel, in brightness they're bright blue as if they'd glow in the dark. When it’s in darkness his eyes are steel and make him seem more intimidating than he normally can be. His eyes are made of automail now. Nasty incident when fighting Daigoro caused it. Sort of went overboard.

His stance and walk shows as if he's afraid of nothing and he will not hesitate to destroy anything in his way. His eyes seem to pierce look through a person as if he can see into their soul. He always looks someone in the eyes and normally doesn't fail to look away.

He's fairly wiry looking and thin, couple that with his hair and usually bright eyes he looks frail and weak. That is until you do a double take at his stance and if you look in his eyes or catches how he talks. He speaks usually calmly and only somewhat an accented voice, but he also seems to speak quite politely and kindly. That is if you’re nice or deserving of it, usually to enemies or such he speaks ruthlessly and powerfully.

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PERSONALITY:
→Murazar or Fox as most know him as is generally a polite man. He shows absolute control over himself, his emotions, and most expressions. Anything that is shown is can be just an act, something to make people drop their guard and not be suspicious of him. Or it is shown because he relaxes his guard on purpose or because he feels like its ok to relax at the moment.

He lets his mind control his heart utterly; he is insanely perceptive and thinks deeply and quickly as if every single matter is life or death... Speaking of life or death, he believes death is nothing more than another journey. Ever since the ability to take and hold souls has been created. He believes that there is or are afterlives. He just also believes whatever hell there is out there awaits his death no matter what he does anymore. He lives in the present, for the future, from the past.

He is incredibly cynical, jaded, witty, and has what he also calls realistic way of thinking. He tends to view almost everything negatively unless he does see a positive thing in it all. His sense of humor is somewhat odd, for example one minute he could being joking about a waitress’s death with someone. The next he could be flirting with the same waitress. Now while he retains the cynical jaded witty end of himself he also has at the same time a kindness and slight optimistic view on certain things.]

He views honesty and bluntness to be quick and effective. He however also doesn't mind if people don't cut to the chase, it simply gives him more time to think or analyze them or something else. He tends to see everything and anything in a risk/benefit analysis with varying exceptions in which he either has no choice or feels like letting emotion take rein for once. While he still retains this mindset he has also been letting down his guard more frequently and relaxing; almost as if he's trying to live what little life has to offer him.

His views on death are odd to say the least and insane if you took it too far. He views death as something that everyone goes through and therefore just another cycle of life. He also views death as a second chance in which you come back as someone who could be shaped into something new, perhaps better or perhaps worse.

He also views people as either one of two things, one a use and help to others and society as a whole. Or two, a useless piece of trash that needs to be destroyed and rid off before they harm the good of society. Now he is starting to view people as exactly that; people. Everyone is different and everyone has a purpose. Whether they know it or not. He now has a lighter personality around those he calls friends during peaceful times.

After the bits and pieces of his memorys were torn away he switchs between being more caring and lighthearted and a cold hardass. Ever since losing his mother he has very subtle suicidal tendencies and feelings. Of which he may one day act on again.

Now that he has conducted human transmutation; which was a humbling experience. It showed him quite a few things about himself he had not quite figured out yet. He was not invulnerable nor always right. No matter how powerful he became it would get him no where if it wasnt a worthy and honest goal. People were worth more alive than dead to him and he should keep those important to him alive. His arrogance and pride costed a life, humiliation and his hands.

Now he has dropped his arrogance and become far more humble and pleasant to be around. More like a normal person a few people would say.
LIKES:
→
†Women
†Naka-chan
†Honesty
†Calm
†Politeness
†Shula
†Xanthus (Pride)
†Power
†Vanity

DISLIKES:
→
†Being told how to do what he already knows to do
†Idiocy
†Arrogance
†Cigarette smoke
†Hate
†Anyone who truly betrays him or any of his friends/family

IDOL:
→ Just some normal guy

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HISTORY:

{Birth through Pre-Teen}

Murazar was born a normal child, or as normal as you could be in the modern world. Murazar was a only child and as such had no brothers or sisters, to top it off his family wasn't finacially well off. He grew up having to work from a early age to help just feed his parents along with himself.

His father worked as a miner of silver and his mother worked as a knitting worker. He worked with his father at the mines during the morning, while being schooled in the afternoon. He grew up serious and feeling alone, no one really took him seriously considering his age. Nor did too many people liked him as he distanced himself from them. Making his family his primary focus.

One day on his way home from school he saw a alchemist perform his alchemy to repair a house. He was amazed by how easily it was done in his mind and how much quicker it was than actually doing it by hand. He vowed to learn alchemy to help his family and help them live easier. He started right away by trying to buy what little books he could on it and anything to do with the aspects he needed of it. He studied harder than ever before at school to be the best.

It only earned him the ire of the other childeren, plus it earned dislike from most adults who considered him trying to rise above the rest of them. They usually insulted him on a daily basis if they had the time in their busy insignificant lives to do so. By the time they stopped murazar no longer cared.

{Teenage Years through Young Adult}

The reason why they stopped was because one day at school his father died in a mine collapse. To top it off the business that owned the mine didn't want to reopen it until they were sure it had completely collapsed in for some reason they didn't give out. When murazar heard of this he was furious and crazed with rage and sadness.

He decided to try and dig him out, it didn't work. He only dug for two days before the company checked on it to start remining again. When they discovered him they beat him black and blue before tossing him just outside the property line. When he managed to bring himself together he went hope to try and sleep his pain away.

His mother when he came home seemed to not notice how badly he was hurt and just sat around ignoring him. He ignored her and passed out on his little mat of a bed. When he awoke it was three days later and he left to go to school and back to work. His mother seemed to not notice his existance except when he brought her food and then she didn't even look at him except his palms for the food.

Disheartened that his own mother couldn't pull herself together to help save them he took care of her for only a year longer before leaving her a note signed from his father in a likeness to his hand writing to top it off he gave his signature. It was a powerful enough message to try and push her to live again. It worked, but she still didn't seem to notice him if at all.

He gave up at the end of the year and left after selling his books. He tattooed a alchemical symbol he had read in one of the books of air to his hand. It seemed to right sort of element and power he wanted to pursue. He found it fascinating and threw himself into it after he left.

{Young adult to Recent Years}

He lived as a begger for only a week before getting fed up and becoming a mercenary to take more dangerous jobs. During the four years he held the title as a mercenary he was known as the Death Wind Alchemist. Mainly for tearing his enemies up and apart by seemingly nothing.

He lived a fairly steady life style along with owning a few knives and guns, he learned how to use them well enough to use them effectively. For the most part he is undecided whether to continue his life style or join the military. To him his life would barely change up and he'd only be given a chance to become even more powerful.

{Life while hired at Briggs}

Murazar has been hired at Fort Briggs as Chief of Intelligence by Brigadier Reila Tsukino. During his time there he has met multiple people there, co-workers really.The team consisted of, Reila. The person who hired him. To him she never really fit what the Head of the Legendary Briggs would be. To him leading briggs mean't leading death into battle. She was far to nice, caring, and friendly to ever suit that in his opinion.

Next was, Daigora. Or just simply Dai, He fit the persona of the head of military operations, in battle he was well off enough to handle it. Other than that he was intelligent, and close to reila. How close he didn't know, he did know it was at least friendship if not more. More would require confirmation. Xanthus was next, he had met him before in central. He fit his profile, before he betrayed them. Next was jay, jay was a twitchy idiot in murazar's books. Now Ilona had replaced Xanthus, she seemed appropriate for the moment. Houka seemed generally like a good enough warrior to be reilas bodyguard.

Regardless, ever since the grenade fragments and concussion during the battle at south city where Xanthus betrayed Fort Briggs murazars' paranoia, cynical outlook, and jaded lifestyle have skyrocketed to new levels. His anger is a major player in his emotional range, its on the fringe of coming out and just attacking everything.

He's kept himself more distant emotionally from The Briggs team and is ever more considering quitting, he however wont allow himself to quit just yet. First he has to have Xanthus answer him, then he needs to figure out what to do with his life. To him its more than halfway over, he's taken up drinking away his problems and pain from what happened at South City. He holds himself accountable for almost everyones injuries during that battle and he just wont let go.

Briggs Invasion and Betrayal

He has grown close to his team mates and companions, he still attempted at the time to keep his distance to ensure no emotional attachments would occur. He has however become a real friend to houka, one of the more unlikely people to become friends with. Despite this, after a night of drinking with reila and dai. Mostly of insulting them, he recieved a e-mail later on and transferred bank account funds from a drachman Lt. Colonel.

The very same one he had fought earlier while also fighting Xanthus in Creta after a assassination misson from Reila. He never did get many of those, and his position as a assassin was still hidden from all the rest of the Briggs Brigade. He was wondering that soon his position would most likely be revealed and be put to use in a less discretionary manner. Regardless, he temporarily betrayed briggs long enough to recieve another payment and enter briggs with a Drachman Suicide Bomber Special Forces team.

He wiped out the intelligence division and waited for houka to arrive with half a million amestrian currency while the battle raged on around Briggs. He was knocked out by houka soon after by simply speaking honestly in her questioning his betrayal. He has later re-awakened and began working again.

Cretan Invasion, Dai's Betrayal, Love of Rei-chan

After reawakening he went right back to work although afterwards he has found out that too much has changed. Once he was done preparing himself almost instantly he and the others of briggs were thrown into a fight with Father and the remaining homonculi. He went unconscious during that battle also, but played a fairly important role before losing consciousness.

Once reawakened he continued his normal duties before ending up at a carnival of all things to end up at. One that was controlled by Spade his old drinking buddy that was centrals general. The carnival became a disaster and he ended up having to take care of Rei-chan after finding out what little he could that she lost all memorys of Dai from apparently a sibling of hers from Aurego.

Later he took care of her and as Head of the North from which she had promoted him earlier to took care of the North and Briggs with Xans help. He learned new alchemy and strengthened his old alchemy. He became a new creature. A human who was a Living Soul Reaper. His new alias was Soul Catcher. He was a human, and yet not.
Once Rei-chan woke again he was already there and managed to take care of her again. This time however Xan had intervened just as she stepped out to the bathroom before going with them to make cookies.

Later Creta attacked, by now Murazar has dramatically improved his old alchemy and created a massively powerful ability he can barely control to an extent he simply limited it. As his stealth helicopter crashed and he managed to get out of it alive and healed himself up before heading to the great battle that was about to begin. He hoped to use his new ability, just so long as it didnt' kill his own allies...

Drachman Invasion, Suicide Attempt and Creation of the Black Company/Ebon Citadel

Murazar has in his spare money the he has saved up created and built the Ebon Citadel and has begun the development of the Black Company en masse for his own private military purposes. Due to the military nature of the Black Company he has established himself and two well known loyal associates in command. Himself as the Lord Captain-Commander, Lucas Krieg as the Lord Captain, and Xanthus Pride his cousin and his war brother as the Annalist.

Right before the invasion Murazar had his own mission in where he had failed to save his own mothers life in a terrorist attack on hsi hometown of Kanama. He had indirectly killed her thereby losing his last family member he had known. Right after losing her he had attempted to kill himself in the process. He was stopped by one of his best friends who had gone there on their own reasons. He still has suicidal tendencies after that.

Murazar accidently had his soul flee into Reilas body due to the halfway unknown nature of his soul alchemy of which he hasn't even fully developed or discovered everything about it. Due to this he witnesses all the events of the war through Reilas eyes and mind, despite this once he flung himself from her body and back into his own he could only remmeber bits and pieces of events and memorys from all his recent memorys up to two years ago.

Recently Murazar has actually conducted Human transmutation alchemy and has had his hands replaced with automail. In further detail it will be recorded as happened below.

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Alchemy's most forbidden taboo. Sewing life together and with good reason. As the saying goes whats dead should stay dead.

Murazar had locked the door to his and Daigoro's room. Why you may ask? He was constructing something extremely complicated and serious. He had even moved the beds and furniture against the door to barricade it as he worked. He had just finished the transmutation circle perfectly. He used chalk and it was perfectly centered in the room with his ingredients on one side and his sword sheathed on the other.

Tragedy, misery, loosing ones innocence thats what awaits one and all who attempt human transmutation.

This time he swore to himself, it would be as perfect as could possibly be. He had searched high and low. All throughout the lands to find out what he could about this forbidden and apparently prone to failure type of alchemy. Finally he had decided he knew what the problems were and decided he would do it right. He would bring his mother back, the one person he loved that he had ended up killing.

He slowly and accurately tip toed over to the other side and one by one poured out perfectly the ingridients at each different proper symbol that was the equivalent to a translation of the meaning. He spoke to himself softly as the souls screamed in the background. Other than them and a laughing Gurthang it was perfectly silent, other than his soft voice. Barely above a whisper." 35 liters of water, 20 kilograms of carbon, 4 liters of ammonia, 1.5 kilograms of caustic lime, 800 grams of phosphorus, 250 grams of salt, 100 grams of saltpeter, 80 grams of sulfur, 7.5 grams of fluorine, 5 grams of iron, 3 grams of silicon."

This was not all he had done, he also picked up a body. A body devoid of life and had only recently died with all blood drained from it. He placed the body in the center of the room. She resembled his mother, almost perfectly in detail when she died. He had found her only days ago on one of his normal journeys. He knew that the complexity of the human body people had outdid him completely. Since he couldn't find a proper alternate, he would just use a real persons body. After all, it was the proper way he thought.

"I am the Wind of Death, the Soul Stealer, the Lord Captain-Commander and the Shadow of Death. Wherever I go Death is in my wake, wherever I go I am lost and dead already."

He put aside all the empty bottles, spare chalk, and clothing that the deceased body had. Her soul had already passed on to whatever afterlife they passed to. He stacked them in an empty corner before tiptoeing back over to the body with his sword in hand. He cut his hand open, making a grunting sound as he did so and speaking."Blood from one related to her." He cleaned the swords sharp blade with his clothing and tossed it back to the sheath. He then marked a blood rune up the womans inner thigh. The least likely place for the blood rune to be broken. After all this was a form of soul binding. At least souls he was familiar with.

"Happiness is a illusion for me, unattainable, impossible. Safe in my Madness is better than trying"

He tiptoed over to put his back against the wall. He crouched down and eyed ever chalk mark and position everything was in. He nodded to himself. It was as perfect as possible. He clapped and rubbed his hands together before slamming them down to activate the alchemy. The chalk glowed a bright blue color and lightning seemed to slam from nowhere or another dimension as it took effect.

Black ink-like liquid seemed to float up from all around the outer ring of the transmutation circle. The hair he had on his arms and neck seemed to stand straight up. A great deal of fear ran through him, he pressed onward. Deciding that fear would not stand in his way. Then a great eye opened up in the circle. The center of the eye was centered on the womans corpse.

Then small hands made of pure darkness struck forward and what seemed to him as dematerialize his hands. Just his hands. He stared in at first horror, then in painful bemusement as he spoke to himself.

"Mankind cannot obtain anything without first sacrificing something in return. That is Alchemy's law of equivalent exchange"

Then he was standing in front of a great large door, upon which he spoke softly to himself. As if his very madness produced the words alone.

"
Through me the way into the suffering city,
Through me the way to the eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs among the lost.
The highest wisdom,
Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
And I endure eternally.
Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."

Then he blinked as he had forgotten just at the moment what he was doing in the first place. Where was he? Why was he here? What was going on? Instead of asking those aloud or being answered he saw a being in front of him against the plain pure whiteness of the place.

It was a pure white, nearly formless being almost indistinguishable from the rest of the endless white expanse which surrounds the Gate but for a shadowy outline. Whatever it was, it appeared to resemble an outline of Murazar as he was now. Murazar spoke cold as frost, calm as a dead ocean sea without a breeze, and as calculated as machine. "Your what we call the Truth then. Very well, I want my mothers soul back and put into that deceased body I have prepared. I dont care about anything but that. So get on with whatever you have to do."

The creature called the Truth seemed to grin wildly and exclaim joyously," That would be correct, you already seem aware of all the prices and what happens. Well most of it anyway, you still chose to come here. With nothing that you care to not give me and nothing matters but this woman. Your mother. Such a pity for your case that there is always something to take." Murazar raised an eyebrow which barely hinted at surprise as the gate opened up behind him and the same little ink colored hands seemed to grab and drag him into the gate. He merely sighed in annoyance as he was dragged without resisting in the slightest.

Panic wanted to overwhelm him, but he crushed those feelings ruthlessly. It seemed like he was falling at first into nothingness. Then he seemed to be visualizing enormous amounts of information that was being pressed into his skull and permanently memorized. He gritted his teeth at the insane quanity and quality of the information he was being forced to permanently memorize.

Then almost as suddenly as he was memorizing the information he saw his mother and then saw her vanish dust to dust as if she was being forced from her curren location to somewhere else. He smiled to himself, this might be it. Then almost as suddenly as that he appeared outside the gate once more. He glanced around before his eyes settled on the Truth. The Truth poised a question in a familiar calmness,"So how was it?" Murazar answered back almost instantly,"Did I complete my objective here?" The Truth grinned and replied in return as if mocking him,"You'll find out once your away from here. No surprise is no fun, after all."

Murazar gritted his teeth as his anger flared up, then it died down almost instantly. What did it matter if he waited a bit longer. Murazar asked calm as ever,"Whats the Tax then?" The only answer he got was a devilish grin that irked him more than ever. Then almost as suddenly he returned to his collapsed body. The lightning and bright blue glowing of the chalk circle held one for a few seconds longer. Smoke hazed the small and tiny room and he couldn't see clearly.

He glanced at horror as he was bleeding horrifically because his hands were missing. They were completely gone, but it wouldn't matter if he could find his mother. He looked over at the center of the circle as he heard his door being bashed open. They didn't bash it open on the first try or the second, but it would be less than a minute before they knocked it down.

He looked over and saw the woman he had placed there before twitch once, then twice and get up. The screaming in his head stop, Gurthang held its breath metaphorically. Murazar glanced up at her and spoke softly, but apparently unheard of to her as tears filled his eyes. She looked once over at him, to his horror her eyes didn't recognize him, her body language was afraid, and she spoke in horror at him."Who are you?"

He cried as he throat closed up and he couldn't articulate a sound, he had failed. He had completely and utterly failed. She sounded, looked like, everything like his mother. But she couldn't remember him. He failed. He gave up the effort to holding himself up and just laid there. He hoped he could die before they brok-... Whoever it was broke into the room. He seemed to see her fall to the ground and go into a seizure of sorts. He closed his eyes as his head felt fuzzy, he didn't want to live anymore. He went unconscience as he felt the life drain from him, his last few thoughts were ones of regret before he started to dream. He dreamed of all the people he had killed, all the people he had seen die and the destruction from his own powers and work.

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TRIVIA:
→Tends to think instantly like split-second decision making, but is incapable of thinking slower without it being something extremely complicated.

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ALIAS:
→Murazar

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→First and Last character, usually I don't make any others if ever. (Hot damn Aki, you managed to have me make Hideto Kiyoshino. >.> )

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Bleach/Gin Ichimaru[/b]

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→Well he's gone and done human transmutation so he has the whole no circles barring him from his alchemy. CLAPPY ALCHEMY!!! BOOM!!!
→He's got automail eyes and hands now. The eyes mind you look like regular eyes except he has no need to blink he just does so because its natural.
→Annnnd now he's got automail hands. Normally he wears gloves now to cover the fact. If not oh well.

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Soul Catcher

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[TOOTSIEGIRL]

APPROVED

Be thankful I'm impatient. *sigh* I'll accept it, but you will have to have more than just the air in your alchemy, like you could strengthen it with dirt, or something like that. But since you're character's got nothing wrong with him, I don't see any reason to prevent you from at least playing without alchemy ^.^

[Guest]

Upgrade accepted.

[Aurelius Schwartz]

APPROVED

^___^

[Reila Tsukino]

APPROVED

CONGRATS ON LEVEL FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar needs to be promoted to a slightly higher rank than that of Reila-chan due to length of service as a loyal Mercenary that has staked his life on the line for so long and through so many battles, comas, and close-calls. That he has proven his dedication in the Amestrian service solely under Reila-chan. Now that he is the Head of the North he needs to be just under Reila in rank to effectively keep the contract as he would be subservient to her. He would need to be promoted once again in order to prevent anyone of a lower position in Briggs to be higher in rank than him to effectively prevent anyone of that rank from questioning his authority in dire situations.

Soul Catcher has also proven just how destructively powerful he is perfectly capable of being while having restraint with his power and proving he has responsibility by not destroying everything in sight or killing just anyone. He has proven he is quite a capable commander both off of the field of battle and in garrison. He has retained a modesty and a quiet demeanor that despite his reputation and sheer power combined with his rank and title has earned him respect and admiration from people within Amestris and his own troops. Among those he has and hasn't yet fought against he has earned recognition as a great standing threat and a reputation that earns him their attention and/or fear

As such Murazar deserves one more promotion in order to keep proper authority and as a reward for dedication and service rendered when not even required by Reila and anyone else that he has worked with.

[Reila Tsukino]

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<3

[Dai]

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[Dai]

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