Amo Mo Ser Sera Sora Scythe - loner - mace - barbarian - wood
Amo was born as Sora Masashi in the slums of Tokyo, Japan. His father was AWOL and his mother was in a coma. He does not know why, but that is all anyone would tell him. That she was sleeping and would not wake up. Sora was the last word they heard his mother say before she slipped away. He was adopted by distant relatives, some sixth cousins twelve times removed or something along those lines. When he was one, he was passed along to a distant relative of theirs, not his, who lived in New Zealand. His name was changed to Sera Kaputo. He lived there for two years before he was sold to a wealthy Spanish family. His name was changed to Ser, and he was the replacement son of theirs who had died. It was a very unhealthy situation. He was treated more like some doll than a real human. They dressed him and fed him and took him for walks, then sometimes they would put him in his room and forget about him for several days. He survived by drinking water out of the sink in the adjacent bathroom, and he would kill and eat bugs and the occasional mouse that got into his room. When he was eight, the authorities came out of the blue and took him to an orphanage. They called him Mo, which was short for "morete" which meant bruised, since he never seemed to lack them during his time there. When he was thirteen, he was adopted by Pierre and Arlette Scythe, a French-American couple that lived in America. They hated the name the orphanage gave him, so they gave him the name Amo, short for "amore". He always calls himself by all his names, that way he will never forget any of them or why they exist. He has downy lilac hair and the sweetest, red-violet eyes you ever did see. He is not at all as his character was, though he is stuck in a brutish barbarian class with a massive mace. He really is not a fighter at all, only in imagination. Mo claims to be fifteen, though most think he lied about his age. He is just so small and fragile looking. He even acts like a kid. Most people ask him if he's eight years old, to which he stoutly defends himself. He is cute, charming, a complete klutz. He is so gullible and naive it's bordering on dangerous. With a personality like that, he is pretty much useless to everyone. But he tries his best to do things. Even though he gets underfoot and causes a lot of problems for the people he's around, it's kind of hard not to feel sorry for the poor kid. Though he was a decent gamer, he has no real skills of his own, and he certainly did not deserve this horrible plight. Suffice to say, it was shocking and amusing for a lot of people when the gun-ho, bloodthirsty, outgoing, massive orc barbarian became a scrawny little kid with wide, innocent eyes and a paralyzing fear of getting hurt. Of course, considering the new hell that is AUO, it's become more and more apparent that Amo doesn't stand much of a chance here. At least outwardly. Though he goes around day-by-day with the innocence of a child, he is probably one of the nastier fighters in the whole game. You give him so much as a scratch, he will mutilate you mercilessly. And by mutilate, we mean gut you and string you up by your toes then flay you alive and set you on fire. And not in that particular order. No one can really say what brings this on. Maybe he knows though. He carries around this creepy-as-hell teddybear that he says 'talks to him'. He is very possessive of it. Is it really demon possessed or is he just messed up in the head? Who can say.