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Azin sat quietly, alone at the bar, a hand on the mug of strong-smelling alcohol in front of him. He stared at the bubbles frothing at the top of the liquid, his face a mask of concentration. He was in no mood to drink tonight, having just received some distressing news from the lower district law enforcement - another missing person. He closed his eyes and sighed with exhaustion. He turned his other hand and opened his fist, looking at the coin in his palm. It would surely be worth a pretty penny, if he could find the right fence. The object seemed to glow in his gloved hand, almost vibrating with some form of alien energy. Azin wasn’t on speaking terms with his usual buyer right now, and didn’t feel like she would give him the Glimmer the item was worth if he approached her.

His sharp green eyes were focused on the pretty bauble for some time, while his mind spun from the recent reports of the teenagers going missing in the bottom districts in the City. Vell was so engulfed in his own thoughts that he did not notice the other person wander up to him until they were practically standing next to him.

Azin turned, and regarded them for a moment.

“Can I help you?” Vell asked.

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Dossier - Azin Vell

Name: Azin Vell Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 26 Height: 5'11 Weight: 170 lbs

Skills: Sneaking, Sniping, Speech, Drinking

Bio:

Azin was an orphan in the poorer districts of the lower levels of the City. Life was tough for his community. As a boy, like all the other children, he watched through the cracks of society, and up to the Tower - the beacon of hope for all Humanity. He watched in awe as the ships launched from the top of the structure, and into the skies beyond. Azin dreamed one day of becoming a Guardian, but he was never encouraged to be more than what he was - a street rat, living off the crumbs of others.

He scrapped and fought his way to every meal, learning how to fight, how to adapt. He earned his way to his shelter, his meals, receiving nothing but scars for his troubles. His most prominent scar comes from an encounter with another murderous street urchin, who pulled out a blade in the middle of a brawl, and started trying to murder the other children and adults to get his hands on a burnt loaf of bread. Azin, now an adult, wrestled the man to the ground, but received a gouge across the right side of his face for his trouble. Ever since then, Azin has tried to protect those who cannot protect themselves, often seen in the lower districts in his scavenged Hunter armour, he has been mistaken for a Guardian many times, and uses this to protect those who can’t protect themselves. When Ghaul attacked the City, Azin helped civilians get to safety, and tried to uncover Guardians from the rubble. He found a Titan, who’s Light had left her, and her Ghost had died. Azin could do nothing but comfort her as she bled to death. When she died, he took the remains of her Ghost and whatever weapons she’d been carrying, vowing to find a way to restore the Ghost to return her to life somehow.

Personality: Certainly the strong-silent type, Azin is generally quite a quiet person, and doesn’t interact well with others, especially those he doesn’t like. Quite the expert in many angles of fighting, Azin has practised his brawling skills to near-perfection. He sports a Sniper Rifle that he calls ‘Fang’ for its deadly bite, and is most proficient at sniping. He treats the gun like one would treat a person. He talks to it, and cleans it almost obsessively to keep it in peak condition