Background :
           Evan Tailor was a popular boy in the small, obscure village he was born in, always a subject of conversation among the ladies.
He was nineteen, relatively handsome and charming, so it was no surprise. However, there were always one person who threw the
stone, namely Eric Farmer. Evan has always disliked Eric, but in turn, Eric completely despised him. This mutual unfriendship was all
Eric's fault anyway, starting from when they were a few years younger, he would attempt to steal his girlfriend(s), "play" terrible
pranks on him and formed a little group with his buddies to gang up on him, they were bad as well, but all not nearly as much of a
loathsome cretin like Eric.

           Of course, people who never learn, or hear folktales with morals as little children never stop trying. The very peak of his
harassment made Evan miserable. After accidentally witnessing a horrible ritual, by means not going to be explained, he decided to do
the same on Evan to get rid of him once and for all, on that same dark (Obviously) midnight. Unfortunately, the poor cretin didn't realize
he had far too little potential to handle performing the ritual - even though it was a success, he vanished without a trace left behind.
His horrific parents, unsurprisingly, did not care very much at all.

           The next morning Evan woke up, the world was a putrid sight; for him, at least. Everything became a gut-wrenching
distortion of the world he once knew. He couldn't stop crying once he had started, it felt as if blood were going to come out as
soon as he depleted his tears. He could barely suppress the stinging urge in his hands to reach for a blunt object and kill himself
right there. No one could have deserved something like this. Of course, he was in denial for several hours, but the nightmare
wouldn't go away. Throughout the entire day he remained in a state of shock, he stayed in his bed; but it wasn't even a bed
through his perception, he only saw an un-describable thing that still looked comfortable - compared to the rest of the room.
His parents and all of his friends only watched through a window when they couldn't get the door to his room to budge.
They gave up with a disappointed look on their faces after a few hours.

           For just a mere second when his guard was down, he gave into madness and tore his eyes straight out of their sockets,
then immediately ran away without a reason. Unfortunately, he had strayed too far before he realized what he just did. It just
occurred to him that he had never went out of the village and have it out of his sight before. There was also the fact that he was
now blind, and the giant pain from the two fresh wounds threw his perception off even more.
           Evan could only aimlessly wander; it went on for two days, where he tripped and fell too many times to count along the
way. He couldn't sleep during the time, his sockets caused him to lose a considerable amount of blood as well, in fact, it was a
miracle he could survive without food, without water and with several injuries that had no chance to get rest. He let his guard
down again, and just realized that this was reality. He decided to just surrender and fall asleep, and he wept, but with no tears.

           After nearly half of a day, Evan's luck managed to turn around when a group of traveling companions came across his miserable
thing of a body. One of them had decent medical knowledge, and immediately informed the group that the poor man was still alive.
They managed to keep him alive with some of their water and bread, but his injuries could only get gauze, including his grotesque
eye sockets. The bleeding stopped, but it was clear he was infected in several places. After he was quickly carried to a doctor in a
town to receive antibiotics, he decided to travel with them, mainly because he had nowhere else to go, and none of them knew
about the village he came from; he couldn't walk for a few days, so they would rotate carrying him.
           The crew was composed of seven people, not including Evan, two of which were female; the one who had medical
knowledge was one of the women. He had long forgotten their names now. He could only hear their voices and occasionally feel
them, and he was certain most of them were in their twenties. When he could walk again, a few of the men would teach him self
defense and teach him about several other skills when they had time, such as during the night when they were supposed to rest.
His blindness, his lack of experience and his slow learning made it rather difficult, so he would often have to take the small fry if
they were attacked by bandits or thieves. Money never seemed to be a problem if they had to restock in towns and cities with the
loot they get from fallen attackers. When Evan managed to slip the question of why they lived such a lifestyle in casual
conversation, they only replied that normal life was too plain.
           He eventually gained his nickname through his odd set of clothes. He found them comfortable, but his lack of sight
didn't help make it a fashion statement. The name slightly varied, but it eventually stuck and he was referred to as Colors, even in
serious conversation.

           Evan's exciting life turned into miserable torture once again when his comrades died of old age and sickness. It began when
they grew suspicious of how he didn't seem to age, but it wasn't too noticeable. He was alone again. As his last friend died, he
decided to end his life. He deliberately provoked a drunk and armed criminal one day, and as the man lunged towards him, Evan
stood still to directly receive it. Too many moments passed, nothing was happening; when he opened his eyes to look at the man,
he was shaking in fear with his eyes wide and reddening, but they weren't looking at anything in particular. Before Evan could even
think, he drew his sword and had an uncontrollable urge in his arm to kill the man in front of him. Even when he wanted to rest, the
curse didn't let go, and it killed any threat to his never-ending nightmare.
           For years afterward, Evan would seek dangerous criminals and men with bounties on their heads, but he would still survive
against his will. Eventually, he gave up, and went to live an eternity in despair. His clothes wore down to a dirty beige, his gauze
became old and became replaced by a green blindfold which eventually turned gray with age as well, he bathed in rivers and if he
went hungry, he would be forced to find food because it considered starvation as a threat.

           The tortured man has only one clear memory of his past left, the name "Colors".


           There is a rumor of a traveling man in muted clothing carrying a rusty blade who seemed to just be a poor soul, but his
skills as a swordsman were phenomenal, and every man who fought him was never heard of again. Sometimes he would be fishing,
sometimes he would wash himself in the river and most of the time he would just rest; the people who have seen him would get a
sick feeling in their stomach, and they would have nightmares for days.


Age : True age 84, 19 at start of biography, stopped aging at 32~

Appearance : Evan's hair has long turned into the dull gray of his clothing, but it still has the texture of a young man's; they
go down to his neck and his bangs reach his nose, making his blindfold barely visible, but it blends into the color of his hair anyway.
His skin still seems very smooth and pale, there are no marks or veins visible throughout his entire body. While his clothing has the
same mute colors as each other, each piece has a different style and texture, making him still look rather strange.

Weapon : An old sword that had started to rust years ago, it has no history, nor any given name

Persona : No longer a flirtatious and pampered teenager, nor a brave young man who could overcome all odds, Evan is a shadow
of his once proud and spirited self. With barely any human contact and horrible memories buried in his subconsciousness, he is
always on the verge of insanity. He refuses to start relationships of any kind, and he now even refuses to fight; perhaps if something
would open his mind once again, he would become the cheerful young man he had long forgotten, but such a thing may not even exist.

Abilities : Evan has mediocre skills as a swordsman, and very little craftsmanship. He does, however, have a huge rate of
recovery and near impossible survivability; sadly, such a gift only deepens his despair.
           While not necessarily his own ability, his curse transforms him into a stunning swordsman very adept and agile, though only
if it senses a threat to his life, and he will be forced to fight back. A side effect of this affliction is that whoever looks at him or stays
near him feel depressed and hopeless for long periods of time subsequently, as well as receiving countless nightmares in the
duration, most of which involve disgusting and crude visions. If one stays near him too long, the person would temporarily have the same eyes
Evan had for that short time after the ritual, it lasts several seconds and happens once every few hours if the person is still close.
These effects only appeared after he had surrendered his hopes.

The cause of his misery : The horrible thing inflicted upon Evan is created in a ritual used by very potent shamans in a clan
that had slowly died out ten years after the incident. It is meant to cause the victims to kill themselves or go completely insane and
lose their souls. Evan had managed to survive with his strong will and survivability, as well as tearing his own eyes, which no victim
had done without dying soon after. The visions they receive are from demonic cataracts over their eyes which turn everything they
see into visions of hell. The curse calls power from an infinitely evil and nameless counterpart of God.

*clap clap*

Wait.
Evan saw a horrible ritual and decided to try it on Evan.
I'm confused.

Oh yeah, I totally f***' implied that. Wouldn't it seem a little drab to say ERIC ERIC EVAN ERIC EVAN EVVAAAAAN ERIC?

Is the middle initial ,'D', a One Piece reference?

no, thats really just a coincidence

Oh I get it now.

lol i tried to sound super deep at the end, but it didnt turn out so well. it looks like i wrote it while i was high or something