<div class="floatright"><strong>Hayate Furinji(Gazra)</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1977338)<br/>(https://safebooru.org//images/1391/29f748c38cffec61888576fbedf6d4973ce49bfe.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong>25/25<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/><strong>Effects:</strong> None<br/><strong>IC post counter:</strong> 10<br/></div></div></div><br/><br/>Gazra did not have much to get ready for the path, it's not like he wore anything that was very important, save for the shackles that were around his wrists, neck and ankles. He contemplated removing them, but to do so felt like it might just remove a part of him. These shackles were something he came into this world with, they caused no discomfort and felt like a part of him. Attached to them were the chains that bound him to his old life, until he shattered them upon his arrival to this world. The Private chamber gave him time to think, think of the meaning of the choice he made. To save a world he had to be evil, at least to one point of view. Perhaps the bitterness he had on his death bed would serve him well here. He took the opportunity to see how he truly looked in a proper mirror.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm taller..."</strong>he said to himself, while he gazed at a clearer picture of himself. He was young, wild looking, and his body seemed to have a life before him. The more he looked though the more similarities he saw, some of the scars matched to places he had them in his last life. The facial scars were new, but perhaps they were gotten when he came into this world. He took a deep breath, it felt deeper then he had remembered taking in decades. He flexed his form and did not feel any aches from the days activity, no bad knee or shortness of breath. The ravages of time he had grown accustomed to were no longer plaguing him, in fact this body worked better than his last one even when he was in the best shape of his life. He checked one last thing, to satisfy the male ego, and was pleased to see that everything got a little boost in this new body. With that satisfied he moved to the baths now, to join his new companions if not friends.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Even with the long life he had lived before he had not seen anything this extravagant. Gazra himself was in aw of the facilities before he found his companions in the bath, giving his body a quick rinse before he lowered his form into the bath water. That was when Guan dropped something he had not expected, and he got melencholy for a moment as his mind slipped to the past once more. After Elias spoke is when the rough pugilist decided to speak up<strong>"I was old,I think I was.... 71...no 72 and on my death bed..."</strong>he knew he had worked himself into an early grave, he started late and had to work hard to keep up.. and as soon as he had, his body started to fail him.<strong>"...I lived my life for others, pleasing my parents, my teacher, the wife I was expected to marry. Eventually I got away from all of them, became a fisherman, and enjoyed it until my Age caught up with me...Just as I truly started living my life my time was starting to run out. I lived through books, and watched the birds...still enjoy that, interesting birds here. Wehn that stranger came calling I took the chance, wanting to live my life for myself instead of others."</strong>he looked held up his hand showing off the thick shackle on his wrist.<strong>"I don't think that world wanted to let me go, had to claw my way into this world."</strong><br/><br/>He shrugged in answer to Elias's question<strong>"I tried not to pay attention to what the Americans were doing later in life, found it was better for my health that way."</strong><br/>