Zerath Inuchi

Appearance
Zerath is a young boy of 12 years old, but he is quite handsome and cute for his age. He is of a skinny nature and is already showing signs of toning on his body. Showing that he has been going through some rigorous training of sorts. His outfit consists of a finely knit scarf that he seems to be highly attached to. Covering his mouth with it whenever he feels the need to be protected or is getting serious about a matter. Other then his old scarf he wears a modern style set of clothing. From a trendy black jacket to a nice set of black shorts, fingerless gloves and boots. All of the latter items being trimmed and embroided by a nice dark green color. The only difference in color is his black shirt which has the symbol of a broken heart on it. The heart being his symbol and colored a lighter green. His weapon is always carried on his belt for quick access.

Biography
His childhood life was not something of the traditional format. He was not cradled for long nor given the exclusive privilage of eating well or sleeping well. No, in fact he was taught that if he was to survive he would need to fight with every fiber of his being, he would need to learn how to be stealthy and quick, he would have to learn the ways of a Shadow Walker, a. Everyday was a rigirous training session that was brought to him by his father. Aside from that all he could look forward to for comfort was when he was out of training and able to slightly relax with his parents. However his father did have the tendency of throwing random shurikens at Zerath as a means to keep him on his toes.

Eventually this became something normal in the young boys life and he was quite content. He even began to pick up his mother's skills at creating a refining poisons and toxins. He has even come to a point where he willing ingests some lesser poison to become resistant to it, the first attempt was a real dozy for him. He prefers not to use dust for he feels that they are unnatural and unuseful, going to using his own special brand of toxic lined weapons and bullets to get immediate results. This however does not mean that he does not use dust in some aspects of his life, for his mother taught him that things that are of the world are of natural descent in some shape or form. Hesistant to use something he deems unnatural he eventually softens up to the thought of using a bit of dust in his style. Through his mother and father's aid Zerath is able to create a form of Dust Ninjutsu. Using a finate amount of dust to create tools of attacks and defense.

At the age of ten his family was attacked by a rivaling faction of shadow walkers, this attack led to the deaths of his parents who in the end gave up their lives to protect a hidden Zerith. After his place was pillaged, Zerith ran as far as he could. Stopping only at a hilltop to see that the place he once called home was lit up in a green blaze of fire. Zerith covered his face with his scarf the last item and reminder of his parents whom he loved even if they were tough on him in training. A tear rolled down his cheek as he felt his heart breaking, the green blaze forever ingraining itself onto his memory. He proceeds to walk away into the shadows, swearing that he shall have his revenge.

Two years later, an older Zerith had been reduced to becoming a street urchin, stealing money and food as a means to live. He was used to this way of life, but he knew that this level of surviving was something beneath him. One day Zerith attempted to rob a man and a woman of their money, they looked like easy targets, especially the one in glasses. So he snuck up and took some measily cash from them, he saw that they had plenty more and decided to stalk them to grab as much as he could. Stalking in the shadows and watching their every move. However his heart sank and tears began to flood out as he saw that the two of them were giving money to his very sort. Finally to his surprise they approuched him and the man in white hair kneeled down and patted his dirty hair. Saying, "You are quite the spry child, Goodwitch told me about our money being stolen by a green haired boy and it was to my surprise that I didn't notice." This was a lie, The man in glasses knew the moment he was robbed and stalked, he knew the desperation the boy had. Zerith sobbed handing over the money to the man and woman.

He wanted to be punished, he just wanted to die. He felt as if his life was meaningless. Yet the man in glasses pushed the money gently back to Zerith. Stating, "You can use this money to enroll in my acadamy. I can tell that you are a pure and powerful spirit. My name is Ozpin and I invite you to our school young one." Zerith knew that name, he knew of the great Ozpin and the school he led. With a nod he wiped his eyes and took Ozpin's extended hand, following him to his new home in Beacon.

Following those events, his life in Beacon was something that he had to get used to, his overbearing shyness and poor attitude to others led him to be quite the lone wolf. Especially since he was of such a young age and seen as a charity case. He was constantly picked on and bullied, tripping him, pushing him into lockers. Zerith knew he could fight back but he was to afraid to make enemies. That is when Azul stepped in and clocked one of his assailants. Stating his general disgust of people who pick on those who do not want to pick a fight. He pat Zerith's hair and kneeled down, looking at the boy with kindness. Zerith knew who he was. He was Azul the ice prince and to see this cool side of him, he instantly proclaimed Azul to be his older brother. That made Azul smile and stand up, doing a quick thumbs up so that he wasn't seen by others. At that very moment Zerith made it a goal to join the same team as him, because for some reason the icy prince melted his stony heart like Ozpin.

That goal came to be realized when he and two others were included in Ozpin's project of making a team of the strangest and unique people to be in a team. Team AZUL was born and Zerith was going to make sure that his skills were going to be a huge benefit to his big brother.

Personality
Zerith is a mix of emotions, ranging from cold to hot. He tends to be quite shy or plain out aggressive to other people due to his huge mistrust in their intentions. However if he finds you to be a pure hearted person he will open up and show his kind nature that just wants to be of help and be appreciated for it. His hard core training has provided him with the means of shutting off his emotions in a fight, meaning that he will make clear decisions. However this can be broken if targetting people he really cares for and loves. When he covers his mouth with his scarf it usually means that he is being shy and is avoiding a converstation. When in this state it can be quite hard to talk to him, but Azul helps break the ice for him.

Skills
Shadow Walker training: Due to his tough training at such a young age Zerith is capable of high speed and agility. Being able to leap and run at speeds above normal human averages.

Rapid Mirage clones: Like Blake, he is able to produce mirages of himself due to his high speed. He can use this skill to trick his opponents or pull off flashy combos that inflict wounds fast.

Poison and Toxin expert: Due to his mother's teachings, Zerith has become a natural at mixing poisons and toxins to coat his blade and bullets with. In regular sparring sessions he uses a mild toxin to induce a state of highness on a person to dull their combat senses and speed. However in real grimm combat he switches to a very dangerous and fatal toxin that can rip the very flesh off human skin on contact. Another aspect of his expertise is his ability to consume lesser toxins and be fine. Allowing his skin to come into contact with the more severe toxins with less damage to his system or skin.

Dust Ninjutsu: Implementing all elements of dust with a finite amount, he is able to perform offensive and defensive actions.

Weapon
Twin fang: A weapon that he has been customizing and improving along his journey in life. It is a set of two black and green chain knives that double as high powered magnums. He usually coats the blade and bullets with a variety of poison and toxins to amplify it's damage. The blade attacks are generally weak but good for precise cuts and fast strikes and the magnum is strong but suffers from slow speeds and inaccuracy at close to long range combat.