[Mackenzie Valley Wolf] Sazio

[Sazio]

OOC
Name: Outlaw
Years RPing: A good-long *beep*'n time...
Other: Twinkies are epic.... (Anikira Anniversary slot)
How You Found Us: Its not that I found you so much as y'all are stuck with me...

General
Name: Sazio
Birthday: May 13, 2012
Gender: Male
Species: Mackenzie Valley

Physical
Height: 35"
Length: 58"
Weight: 141 lbs
Coat Color: Black and White
Eye Color: Green
Health Issues: None
Other Information: Bloodlust is typical for him in the midst of a fight

Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:
There are rumors that have long persisted in the modern day Japan, rumors of a village who kept to the traditional ways of the ninja. Beneath the theme parks, historic museums, and live shows that portray an idealized version of the ninja lay the truth. They still exist, deep in the underground of Iga and Koka, even Togakushi in the heart of Nagano there lay an intricate system that kept the ninja customs, training, and usage alive. Personal assassins loyal only to the highest bidder, and even more so their particular Order. Among these traditions were the animal companions, chosen on the day a child graduated to advance techniques through ceremony and fasting. Within these ceremonies the Chosen Shinobi would receive visions, within these visions their Companion would be revealed. From this point on a bond developed between the budding Ninja and their animal companion that went far beyond the normal owner and pet. It was in such a bond that Sazio would find himself.

A wolf born in captivity in the heart of a village lost in the past. The the moment he was weaned from his mother's milk he was trained, alongside a single sibling who also met the astringent requirements needed to be successful. Now these days there are a lot of working canines, military dogs specially trained, but non could hold a candle to what Sazio and his ilk went through. Much like their human counterparts they were trained in the ways of stealth, silent kills, espionage, to vanish without a trace, appear somewhere else, tricks and tactics often mistaken for outright magic. Whether they be bird, feline, or canine they were the perfect partner for their Shinobi masters.

Sazio's master was their star pupil, who had swiftly risen in rank long before Sazio himself was born. His predecessor had been a sly old brute who had died protecting Aterui Kirigakure. At 7 months old the young Sazio took up his place at the accomplished ninjas side, training extensively until he was like an extension of his human, a well loved and cared for weapon tended to daily so that it's edge never dulled. By the time the wolf of shadow and ice reached a year of age he was already undertaking missions with his Shinobi. It was a simple matter to hire the ninja if you knew where to look, a whispered word to a village Elder, and exchange of money and away they went all across the world they worked at the Elders discretion. Never once questioning the motives or the missions simply doing their job. Whether it be man, woman, or child, it mattered not, true emotion was a weakness to be manipulated.

It wasn't until the third year of Sazio's life that things changed for his master, they were sent to kill one of their own. Aterui's own brother and best friend had turned rogue, given up vital information that had lead to the deaths of several of their brethren. His companion was none other then Sazio's littermate. Despite the very real conflict, the bitter sting of betrayal, and the lead weight of guilt that settled upon their shoulders Aterui and Sazio hunted their brothers down and in the dead of night, took their lives. It was not a swift kill, or an easy one. But in the end it was endurance rather pure skill that had won the day, and the pain of shattered souls retreated into the darkness that was their lives. It was not until weeks later they discovered the reason for the betrayal. Love. Into the clutches of the enemy Aterui's brother had been forced in order to save the life of his beloved wife, a woman unknown to the ninja way of life. An innocent who was caught in the widows web, and lost her husband because of it.

Time wore on, and as with all things life continued, the missions never ceased but something within the pair had changed. Cold blooded and as ruthless as ever, to all they appeared to be robots, creatures without emotion. But they alone shared each others grief, shouldered the nearly unbearable weight of guilt, his master even carried Nagamasa's katana with him everywhere. A twin for the one he himself carried.

In Sazio's fourth year things would change once again. Having successfully completed a mission Aterui and his wolven companion were called home for a much needed break. Rather then take the swiftest route by air, they chose to return by ship, it was a decision fated to be Aterui's last. Sold out by the very men who had previously hired them, their ship would be attacked in the dead of night off the coast of Africa. Under the cover of darkness, the ship was boarded. The many that were below decks, asleep, were awaken to the red hot flames licking the interior of the ship as the exterior eroded away. Trapped within with only tiny port hole windows for escape people were burned alive, panic and screams filled the air only to be drowned out by the roar of the flames. Among them a single individual and his wolf stood silent, Death had finally come calling. The green of Sazio's eyes met the deep golden brown of Aterui's completely at ease and accepting what the fates and Gods held in store for them. Sazio settled by his master's side, content, but because of this he missed the flicker in his master's gaze and when his ninja partner grabbed a hold of him and shoved the wolf through an open port hole with all his strength it left the brute in complete shock and frozen disbelief. A feeling that was quickly taken away as the sting of icy waters met the thick fur. Desperately the wolf twisted back toward the ship howling for his master. But Aterui never appeared, even as the hull broke apart from one explosion after another until it to slipped into a watery death.

How long did the wolf swim through the debris, seeking his master, his partner, his only trusted friend? There was no telling, not even when paws met sandy earth did the wolf cease his search. Until muscles gave out, and a long mournful howl filled his salt crusted throat. The ninja companion was alone, on the shores of an island, a wolf who had been raised as a trained weapon, who could move among shadows virtually undetected, emotionless as the stone his life had been carved from was unable to contain the shattered pieces of his nonexistant heart.

Personality:
A brute of silent calculations, indifferent to the world, with a stoic demeanor he stands in the shadows. Never allowing the mask to slip, to all he would appear to be utterly heartless, not a single gentler emotion exists within his being. And they would not be to far off from the truth. Raised to conceal, to be a companion and a guardian he was very apt at following orders, and would do absolutely anything in order to complete his missions with success. An assassin without a conscious, he has no qualms about how he achieves his goals. Mercy and love fall in the same category for him, useless emotions. But never doubt that he knows exactly how to use them to the benefit of his patron. Loyalty is another step board emotion, once he gives it, it is eternal. Although there have been occasions in which his loyalties are conflicted, let's just say you should hope that his loyalty to you is greater then to the other.

Now despite all appearances this brute does have a heart, undiscovered though it may be. Hidden beneath the taint of blood and ruthlessness was an unthought of desire. A place to call home where he truly belonged, a way to regain what was lost to him. The kinship of true camaraderie.

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