Anzo regarda encore une fois son hologramme du ciel étoilé de nuit. Les nombreuses étoiles capturées dans l'image ne faisaient partie d'aucune constellation et Anzo ne voyait rien que les étoiles puissent imiter. Il a pris une gorgée de sa boisson et a regardé à nouveau à l'image; toujours absolument rien. Il devenait de plus en plus difficile de voir quoi que ce soit dans le groupe des corps célestes comme chaque jour passait. Principalement parce qu'il est maintenant un habitué à la Fantasie Rose et son corps est devenu plus tolérant à l'alcool. Le bogue a placé la grande bouteille dans sa bouche et s'est penché la tête en arrière, laissant la boisson descendre dans sa gorge le plus rapidement possible. Il a rapidement jeté un coup d'œil sur l'hologramme. Peut-être qu'Anzo est sorti de son siège et a mis sa tête au-dessus des toilettes et a vomi. Les avantages d'avoir à aller aux toilettes la majorité de votre temps dans un bar. Les toilettes sont toujours à proximité.
Anzo a fini de vomir son repas passé et de boire avant de coller ses mains d'insectes dans les toilettes et de récupérer ce qui était autrefois le sien. Il a mis sa main serrée dans le sac sur son dos et a laissé aller. Les excréments sont tombés sur le reste de la merde qu'il porte. Je deviendrai une balle plus tard. Anzo a saisi la bouteille et l'a regardé pendant quelques secondes avant de réaliser qu'elle était vide. La raison pour laquelle il était dans la salle de bains était due au fait qu'il sentait presque toujours comme un fumier, il ne quitterait jamais la salle de bains pour prendre un autre verre. L'insecte a ramassé ses affaires. Anzo a poussé la porte ouverte, oubliant de la déverrouiller, la serrure s'est cassée et il est sorti. Anzo a entendu les bruits de coups de feu et de commotion générale. Il a ouvert la porte un peu et a regardé dedans.
Je suis trop saoul pour cette merde...
Les machines et ce qu'il a supposé être des humains se battaient dehors et il voulait juste un autre verre. Il a pleuré un peu et a attendu que les bruits de combat cessent. Il s'est emparé de son pistolet et a ouvert la porte, se dirigeant vers le comptoir et s'est enfoncé dans un tabouret. Complètement ignorant de ce qui s'est passé autour de lui, y compris le Lei'Loni qui tourne autour du bar.
"Quelque chose... fort." Anzo a tenté de diriger son message vers la barre tendre. Sa télépathie était terrible quand il était ivre et il s'est simplement écroulé pendant qu'il était assis dans le tabouret, attendant quelque chose qui ne viendrait jamais.
Name: Anzo Käfer
Age: 32
Height:8'4 Weight:440 pounds
Gender:MaleRace:Arthos
Occupation:Mercenary
Appearance Due to Anzo being an Arthos, he has the characteristics of an insect; more specifically a dung beetle. He stands a little over 8 feet tall and has a large muscular build. He has small dark eyes, barely noticeable due to the onyx black tone of his skin. Anzo is completely hairless and the only thing on his body that differs in color are the images of 3 white scarabs he had imprinted onto his back. He always sports a helm resembling the head of a horned dung beetle, the rest of his body sheltered in a natural black armor similar to that of a knight. His outer forearm is covered in spikes along with his shins. He never wears any kind of clothing. The only article on him that is not a part of him would be a large haversack he carries around on his back, it is filled with balls of dung. Lots and lots of balls of dung. The bag itself has many holsters and pockets on the exterior for weapons and his telescope along with multiple images of the night sky.
His general demeanor, when not interacting with other beings, gives off a sense of disinterest, disgust, and gloominess. He is usually slouching and walks around slower than others when he doesn't need to rush. Mainly because he isnt very fast in the first place. When interacting with others his outer characteristics shift. He appears happier, interested, and genuinely engaged with whatever conversation or activity they are doing. 
Personality:On his exterior, Anzo is a cheerful bug. Often times telepathically joking around and smiling with his inhuman mouth. Stranger or friend, if he isn't treated poorly he will treat you kindly.
He is something immensely different on the inside. Anzo is a distraught self-loathing creepy-crawly. Saddened by the world around him. More so dispirited due to himself. Anzo is as disgusted with himself just as much as the races around him are. The insect despises his form, wishing he was instead a human or some other squishy beautiful race. He also yearns for the knowledge of what he looks like underneath the mask he was born with. Underneath all the armor, what does he truly look like? He intends on finding out eventually finding out even though he is aware of the amount of harm it would and could possibly cause him. He is somewhat jealous of those he perceives as more attractive than him, envying them and having absolutely no problem with killing them. 
Quirks/Habits:Anzo likes to study the stars, believing there is nothing more exquisite than a starry night sky. He is an astronomer. All the things he does with poop... He can eat poop, make a projectile weapon out of it, make a temporary home out of it, and more. 
 Skills:MarksmenStrong Fist-FighterGreat throwing prowess 
Abilities: Anzo has multiple abilities stemming from the bug he originated from. He is capable of flying quickly with little maneuverability, having to fly in a straight line to keep up his speed. He constantly sports a beetle's armor that helps him resist damage. He has incredibly quick reflexes and strength superior to any human's. Anzo, like every dung beetle, is associated with poop. He is capable of throwing his own and other's shit at incredibly fast speeds and with much force behind it. He is skilled at crafting excretion into a number of things, finding said poop using his heightened sense of smell. Anzo cannot move very quickly walking-wise. He wields a semi-automatic plasma pistol. 
Backstory:(Work in progress)