Fuma repère son bon ami Rai et laisse respirer un peu. Il se sentait soulagé. Il s'agissait d'un long double quart pour un coureur de niveau Rai. Fuma trots à son poste et gifle Rai rapidement.
"T'as mal au cul, c'est pas ça, je parie que ça fait mal." Il sourit à Rai qui grimace avec colère.
"Haaaaaa remercie l'homme, oui. C'est trop calme là-bas." Rai donne à Fuma un look ennuyé, mais sourit son sourire blanc qui exhibe ces crocs contre nature. Fuma a toujours pensé qu'ils étaient un peu bizarres mais aussi cool.
Il était un peu jaloux d'eux.
"Les ténèbres te murmurent-elles? Espérons que je n'ai pas pu lire le manga ces derniers temps, la radio est si stupéfiante. J'ai besoin de quelque chose d'intéressant." Le masque de Fuma sourit encore, mais Rai peut dire qu'il est épuisé et probablement fatigué.
"Débriefons-nous un peu plus tard, d'accord? J'ai vraiment besoin d'une pause."
"D'accord, je vois comment c'est, tu es trop fatigué pour moi, j'ai compris. Je suis une non-entité après tout, soupirer, je suppose que je vais juste y aller. Levez le menton Rai. Nous faisons une bonne chose ici, souvenez-vous." Grins à Rai, se souvenant des origines vaillantes de cette rébellion. Fuma réalise le risque et l'obscurité de cette dimension. Il hante ses combattants, donc il essaie toujours de les remonter en agissant comme une boule et d'être sarcastique.
Récemment, un nouveau syndicat d'associations belligérantes avait décidé d'attaquer le 3e syndicat. Pour conquérir était leur but, comme ils avaient déjà conquis plusieurs autres. Cependant, dans ces exploits, beaucoup de leurs pions avaient été perdus en tant que chair de canon, envoyés à mourir sur des pistes de suicide et inconsidérément détruits. Cela a créé un besoin de pouvoir de l'homme, et le 12e syndicat trouvé était leur source. Ce syndicat de guerre non désigné et non établi a envahi le 12, et l'a volé à leurs enfants. Ils ont été asservis et endoctrinés dans des voies étrangères, surnaturellement maintenus en vie après la mort sous la forme d'une Ombre. Ce garçon, par le prénom "Rai", est l'un de ces enfants. Malgré le changement brutal et la nature destructrice du syndicat de la guerre, le cœur de ces enfants a brûlé. Ils ont brûlé pour la liberté... pour la paix... et pour leur propre identité. Levant parmi eux vint un révolutionnaire, un jeune homme du nom de Fuma. Il était différent... son âme brûlée d'une lumière sans fard, et il a uni les Enfants Ombres, comme Rai. Bientôt, ils se sont renforcés et ont appris les faiblesses des syndicats de la guerre, leurs plans. La révolte a commencé dans les premières heures du matin... Fuma a signalé et le sabotage s'est ensuivi. Malgré la trahison d'un conspirateur proche, il réussit, et les enfants de l'Ombre prirent ce qui leur restait et reculèrent dans le désert de la dimension alternée dans laquelle ces guerres ont lieu. Là, ils continuèrent à s'entraîner et à favoriser leur camaraderie, et à saboter le syndicat de la guerre. Ici, ils restent, attaquant lentement encore et encore par la guérilla, une guerre fatiguée d'attrition réfléchie.
C'est une affaire sérieuse.
Name: Fuma
Age: 18
Archon of:Fire

Original art of Fuma. Feel free to ask questions, I'll have more art to post as the story progresses.
Physical Attributes
Apearance:
Fuma is 5 foot 8 inches, a bit lanky despite his smallish stature. He is a bit younger than the others, but his countenance is a mystery.
Fuma wears a mask with three black bars on his chin, and big double circles for his eyes. The white background remains blank, and the mask itself is extremely hard. No one is sure of it's material, but it never comes off. It's odd ways allow him to eat and breathe just fine, and it remains a mystery of how this is possible. Duma can even convey emotions through expression, as the mask's markings change with his facial gestures.
(I'm an artist so I wouldn't mind posting some character sketches of him).
Physical Strengths:
He could easily lift Maya, but probably not Marcus. Despite his small build he can move quite fast. His pain threshold is inhumanly high, for some reason.
Physical Weaknesses:
Fuma is prone to having tight lungs, his chest burns if he runs too much. His speed doesn't lack power or skill, but accuracy tends to be a bit of a problem... His greatest weakness is probably how ticklish he is.
Mental Attributes
Personality:
Fuma is your typical angsty teen. Lovable, frustrating, and most of all... strong willed. He likes to laugh off his pain with a joke and a brave smile, sacrificing his own feelings to keep those around him smiling and motivated. This of course can effectively work against him. One may feel as if they know him inside and out, only to find that he's a deeper mystery than before. Kids, right?
His attachments to comrades do run deep however, despite what it may seem.
Likes:
Fuma likes cherries, puns, and flying any kind of aircraft within his reach. He likes to flirt, but it's just a front. He likes to be protected, but not so much that he can't return the favor.
Dislikes:
He doesn't like his orange hair, liars. He DESPISES anyone who mistreats others, so his sense of justice is delicate. He also dislikes being discriminated according to his age. Being useless, forgotten, or discarded.
Phobias:
Losing his mask. The majority of Fuma's frequent nightmares stem from his mask. It cracking, falling off, being taken, or simply disintegrating. His mask is like a safety wall, in many* ways.
He also fears losing a comrade due to his own lack of strength. Fuma's personality leans very much toward self loathing, but he'll never tell you that.
Background
Fuma has lost his memory. He understands that he is different, but he isn't sure why. He prefers to brood on these questions at night when he should be sleeping, and in his dreams when his broken memories form into new unseen horrors. Fuma recognizes the violent murders of his parents, but the shadowy their of his childhood remains unknown, and he continues to ignore it.
When he wasn't drowning in the void that amnesia brings, Fuma continued the ritual of maintaining his training and wearing his mask. Sometimes, he noticed, it refused come off against his will. This brought to life fragmented memories of his childhood, scratching and pulling at the mask...
Without proper memory and timelines, it's hard to establish an effective background. I suppose one could assume that his background is what you see. His personality, his emotions, and his determination.
Combat Information
Typical form of combat:
Being the archon of fire, Fuma can perform close and long range styles of combat. The personal nature of his style tend to leave vivid imprints on his mental health, being a youngster, so he prefers* long range.
Preferred Team Role:
Any sort of airstrike is welcome in Fuma's book, and he is impeccable backup. His ability to read a fight is innate.
Weapon:
Fuma carries a thick black sword, two-handed or single-handed. This sword is broad enough to act as a shield, but long enough to maintain grace and balance. The capabilities of the sword remain to be seen...
Unique Equipment:
Mask/Shadow Cloak (cloak is more of his angsty tendencies bubbling up)