Euros Ikari

Euros derives from a village deep in the Zilag Peaks, the village cut off from the world by the jagged peaks which have detoured the grimm from trying to reach what anyone without the stubborness of a mule to think is a barren wasteland. His village mostly relying on the cave networks for travel, and a few wind aura users that could travel through the surrounding areas.

Euros was sheltered nearly his entire life, along with most of the civilians, the elders of the village knew what was out there and due to that only select people could leave the village. This caused both a curiosity, and a fear of the world beyond the mountains. Rumors of monsters, rumors that the world just ended, and many other stories that had little to no backing behind them.

Euros however yearned for freedom, to leave the mountains and to see the world. He was always told when he was little that the world outside is bad, this led him to be curiouse of it, how could something be just labeled bad? It wasn't right. Euros would meet with one of the chosen that had the power of wind like himself, he would bring Euros pictures of places in the world that he visited, and would tell him stories of different lands, this feeding into his curiosity. The boy colelcting all this knowledge into a crudely spelled book titles "Pleces I wnt 2 go"

Upon turning 18 Euros left his village, using his semblance to fly forth from the mountains and to a nearby town a ways from the base of the mountain, it was barren, left bruning from the Grimm. He was confused, what happened? He traveled the world picking up bits of knowledge here and there, the only thing concrete is that there were demon creatures called Grimm that ran around killing everyone, and destroying everything they seen. Euros was directed to Syne to learn more, he wanted to help the world with his abilities, he liked the world, and couldn't stand for these creatures killing for no reason. Life was prescious and noone deserved to take it away.

The rain is falling today, its tapping light upon the flimsy wooden shack Euros is currently in.  His snoring however, drowning it out.  The boy was always a heavy sleeper, the rain making this even more so however, it has always been relaxing to him.  The rain as the day goes on gets harder, a storm is rolling in this evening.  Thunder begins to rumble, water begins leaking through the cracks in the wood, dripping into the dry enclosure.  It is however with the first crack of lightning, and the roar of thunder accompanying it that the man is woken up from his dead sleep.  His eyes open, his symblance going wild as the lightning makes him jump, wind blasting in every direction and desomating the structure.  Everything is silent for a moment, no dropplets hit the man, his eyes are wide, his head tilts up....and....splash.  The wind barrier he put up holding a large amount of water that comes down upon him like a bucket.  He blinks twice, and spits, water squirting from his lips.  He shakes his head, well he's awake now might aswell get going.  He begins running forward through the woods, his body glowing a lime green color as his speed increases, his body drying, his smile wide, he wants to see whats to the east today.  He heads off like a bullet, no rain drops touching him, the man making a sphere that catches the rain and drops it behind him.  He jumps after clearing the forest, with a spin he takes off into the air, still grinning wildly, narrowing the sphere of wind and letting it splatter upon his face, he always loved it when it stormed, he felt peaceful.  

He flies for some time, eventually reaching the eastern area, he heard rumors there was a town around here with some exotic food and wonders to be seen.  But that was a good 15 years ago sadly, but regardless the man travels onwards.  He pauses in the air, pulling out a book from his bag with several added pages, the crude letters written on the front saying "Pleces I wnt 2 go".  He opens it, looking through it.  "No, not there, not there.....THERE!" He turns to a page with a festival on it, people are dancing in the town square, food carts can be seen which make him lick his lips, and his stomach rumble.  He shuts the book and puts it in his bag, he has to find this place.  He jets off through the sky, he flies for the entire day but this dream land seems just that, a dream.  Little does the man know that such a wonderful place that he wanted to see ever since he was little was destroyed by the Grimm, a true shame.