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Story by: Dame Vill
GMing by: Dame Vill or ~GTN-TRPG~

The setting here is a Japanese village called Kagahito. A local Warlord has moved many soldiers to the area because of the rich farm land here. He has sent his most skilled Samurai, Lord Nihoba, with his soldiers to make sure that everything goes smoothly. Rumors are abound that he has also dispatched a few very well trained Ninja to covertly keep watch on the goings on and to dispatch any villagers who seem to pose a threat. This story revolves around a small group of people who are willing to set their differences aside to help the people of the village.

Anyone who wishes to play go ahead and post your entry.

Characters:
Not in any particular order.
Player: Dame Vill
Name: Sasuke.
Race: Human.
Age: 20-ish
Appearance: H: 5'0". W: 100. H: Black. E: Soft brown. Has a distinctive birthmark on her left shoulder blade. This is something that runs in the family and is consistent enough to accurately identify members of the immediate family.
Clothing: She wears a traditional kimono on occasion but is usually seen (Or not seen as the case may be...) in a set of loose fitting robes tied at the joints with many sashes, this is designed to allow maximum mobility with minimum hindrance. Typically, she wears no armor of any kind, preferring instead to allow the shadows to protect her.
Abilities: She can draw her weapons with startling speed, and easily uses shadows and cover to best advantage to surprise her enemies. She also uses ambush tactics to quickly gain the upper hand in combat.
Short Bio: Sasuke bacame a trained assassin for hire after her Samurai father disgraced the honorable family name. She uses her Katana and Wakizashi while fighting multiple opponents, but uses a long spear when faced with only a single foe or mounted combatants. She carries several poison laced Shuriken hidden away in her robes. She also has a small sack of various bits of equipment for many types of work that she caries around with her.
(More to be added later...)

Player: Sil (SilntAngl5)
Story Line: Feudal Japan RP
Name: Kioshi Takeo (quiet/strong as bamboo)
Race: Human
Age: 24
Clothing: The simple yet slighty more elegant than simple robes of a wealthy farm-family.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Ebony
Weapons: None... yet.
Abilities: Silence. Complete and utter silence. She had great length of training, but inexperience in fighting under the realm of sword play and martial arts.

Short Bio: Kioshi has always been quiet. Even when she was little, she was always the quietest of the children in her family. She is the oldest surviving child of Michio Takeo, a wealthy farmer and retired Samurai for a noble Shogun. Kioshi had three other siblings, but disease and warfare has taken them all away. The same war her father fought in when she was only eleven was the same war that claimed her eldest brother. Sickness claimed her younger sister. Her mother, a kind and gentle woman, died trying to bring Michio's last child into the world. Unfortunately complications spread from mother to infant and neither was able to survive.

Kioshi's father is always grieving for the loss of his family, but he does not do so without remembering the one daughter he has left. Despite the fact that she is a woman, and women have fewer rights than men do, Michio goes beyond what is accepted as an unwritten law and has trained his daughter in the art of sword play. While she has never fought in combat of any kind save for the training with wooden swords her father allows, Kioshi is silent and skilled. Her movements are graceful and strong. But she is inexperienced and elegantly shy.

Michio's daughter is near to past a marrying age. She is hesitant to leave her father alone now that he is aging. As the daughter of a noble samurai and wealthy farmer, Kioshi is in a stable position to take ownership of her father's land... if the law can bend in her father's favor. Until then she remains the quiet, elegant head of the household and daughter of a honored samurai.

Username: Ninkira
Name: Ichigo
Race: Human (What else? It's only Japan... not Middle Earth)
Age: 19
Appearance: H: 5'7". W: 120 HR: Ear length black hair E: Harsh brown, and a speck of red in his left eye.
Clothing: Normal clothes of the villagers (robes, cloth pants, wooden sandals)
Abilities: Unrivaled pick-pocketing skills, along with a gift of being able to be compleatly silent (to an extent)
Short Bio: Ichigo's fighting style comes from being around alot of gangs and having alot of people overpower him at once. This way of wielding his two long knives in a circular motion gives his body a terrific protection and attack radius. When he fights, he always extends his arms as far as they can go, using the space between them and his torso as room to plan. However, this technique works against alot of people but to an extent of what kind of wepons and how many are against him.
(History might be added later...)

I couldn't find a picture of the old description, so I'm changing his typical clothes. Nothing about the actual character though!

Username: Ceegamus
Character Name: Hitonima (hit-o-nem-ah)
Character Description: Character pic
Character's Background Story: an archer trained by the best. Can hit a moving target at 100 yards. Goes to villages looking for training areas, and also competition. Always travels alone and never stays long. Competitive. Very agile.

Player: Sil (SilntAngl5)
Story Line: Feudal Japan RP
Name: Michio Takeo (man with strength of three thousand/strong as bamboo)
Race: Human
Age: 53
Clothing: Simple dark kimono-like robes of a wealthy farmer. He also has his Samurai armor, but that remains hanging in a place of honor within his house.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Hair Color: Ebony
Weapons: A single long-hilted katana that has been passed down to the eldest male child for many generations.
Abilities: Sword and combat Master. Experienced warrior.

Short Bio: Michio Takeo is a well respected man who has earned his share of honor in the way all Samurai warriors do. He owns a large tract of land on the border of the village called Kagahito that, like his katana, has been passed down through his family for many generations. The farming life there was fertile and rich and Michio had little trouble supporting himself and a family during times of peace.

It was during times of war that everything changed.

He had three children. His eldest son, his pride and joy, was killed in battle. Michio brought him home and buried him on the family land only to lose his second eldest daughter to sickness and fever, and then his wife a year later during childbirth. His only surviving child was his eldest daughter, Kioshi. As he grieved for the tremendous loss of his family, Michio noticed the attentiveness of his daughter, how quickly she could learn things. She had often watched he and his son train with wooden swords in their barn when they were all younger.

He came upon his daughter practicing with those wooden swords one day. His first instincts were to reprimand, but she was fluid and handled the wood with great skill. He pushed aside protocol and began to train her. In the presence of his daughter, the retired Samurai found solace and healing from the wounds his heart had suffered. In his older days he finds peace with his daughter's company. He had been making plans to arrange a marriage for her, for that seems the only way she will leave his side. Michio is traditional and stern, but a loving father to the one child he has left.

Character Info For: Feudal Japan Roleplay.

Player: x[A.n.c.h.o]x

Name: Tsuiginashu Meroko [Nickname: Meri.]

Age: 15, almost 16.

Appearance: (More specifically: height, weight, eyes, hair, birthmarks, or tats)Click!

She is about 5". She has a birthmark the shape of a cresent on her left hip.

Abilities: Skilled in several swordarts. She can also use a bow. She also knows much about astrology.

Short Bio: Meroko is the daughter of the Kagahito village priest. She helps to run the small temple. She often sets up a small stand in the center of the village and sells dolls, which her mother hand-makes. In her spare time, she also makes umbrellas to sell.

Personality: Meri is a caring person, and loves children. She is also naturally agressive, and is not afriad to defend herself. She is quite cunning.

Player: Mithra Pride
Name: Irene Diaz
Age: 18
Appearance: Click!
Abilities: Attacks with her spear she carries around everywhere.
Short Bio: Irene always dreamed to be a fighter, a Samurai rather. But her destiny let her to looking after plantation and agriculture in Kagahito, a small village to the east. She pretends to be a fighter, although she has no training ethic whatsoever.

Player: Grandpa Ducky
Name: Duckatsu Iginaga
Race: Human
Age: 22
Clothing:While out of combat, Duckatsu wears traditional samurai attire, a kimono, kamisimo, and hakama. However, in combat, Duckatsu dons a suit of hand crafted armor that has been in his family for generations. That armor is jet black with the exception of three crimson streaks that go across the chest, looking much like claw marks. On the top of Duckatsu's helmet, there is the family's crest, a tiger eating a snake.
Height: 6" 1'
Weight: 171 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Weapons: Duckatsu wears a katana (normal samurai sword) and a ko-dachi (leterally 'short-sword') in a daisho ('two swords' PIC) on his hip. Duckatsu also had a small satchel on his belt that has a number of shuriken and is a skilled user of the bow and arrow, but doesn't carry one.
Abilities:Duckatsu is an extremly skilled user of the sword and also is a skilled user of the bow and arrow.
Short Bio: Duckatsu is a seventh generation samurai and is proud to go into battle for the honor of his ancestors. He has underwent training with many weapons since childhood, when he first began practicing. Just before Duckatsu turned nine years old, his father was called off to war and to fight beside the Shogun. He never returned. Instead, a man with no recolection of the past, no memory of his beloved family, and (with the exception of a massive scar on his head) looked exactally like the father Duckatsu remembered leaving returned. While at war, Duckatu's father's horse took an arrow in the head, and Father was thrown off. He landed badly on a rock and cracked his skull. The doctors were able to save his life, but not his mind.

Seeing his father in such a state upset Duckatsu. He trained harder and harder, vowing to become a samurai with no equal. A samurai that would eclipse even the skills of his father, whose legends would be told around campfires, and who would bring untold honor upon his family. But most importantly, Duckatsu wanted to become what his father had once believed he could.
((I may add a little more later, if I can find something that flows from that.))

Player: Ghal Marak
Name: Marak
Race: Human
Age: 30
Clothing: a dark green kimono, with a black Obi. He also wears white Tabi and a pair of Geta. Additionaly, he wears a Do-Maru underneith his kimono.
Height: 5" 11'
Weight: 151 lbs, not counting armor
Hair Color: Black
Weapons: Malut the Demon Katana, and a normal wakizashi (short katana)
Abilities: Skilled with the use of Katanas, and quite proficent with Malut. Also, he cannot be disarmed of Malut. It clings to his hand, so he can never drop it.
Short Bio: Marak was a normal samurai for a kindly shogun. But, he discovered that the shogun had a special weapon made high up in the mountains. The shogun sent Marak to retrieve the finished weapon, and bade him not to open it. But, curiosity got the better of him, and he oppened the package. It was a foul looking blade, that had a face on the hand guard. On the bottom of the hand guard were sharp little teeth. Bellow the handle was another set of teeth, pointing up. When Marak drew the blade from the wrapping, the eyes snapped open and the teeth bit down uppon his hand. Not able to drop the weapon, and fearing the shoguns wrath, Marak turned to the life of a Ronin.

Name: Malut the Demon Katana
Age: ????
Race: Demon
Apperance: Temp. unavailable
Abilities: Parasitic (Drinks the blood it draws from user), limited transformation (Length of blade: ranges from dagger to full katana length.), inhuman intelegence

Irene sat herself down on the hillside looking up at the sky in wonder. She did this every day, as if she was waiting for something. But what? What could a simpleton girl like herself be waiting for, adventure?
She made a little sigh and threw her head back, lying on the ground. She closed her eyes. "I give up..."
Then, as she opened her eyes again, a blurry vision of someone was walking her way upside-down. Irene rolled over right side-up, and without blinking, stared at the person coming towards the village.
From what she saw, it was a girl, not a threat at all. What could someone out there want with our village... Irene wondered to herself. She always acted like a kid dispite her age.
She decided to wait on the hillside until the girl came closer to confront her.

Irene hadn't a clue what was going on. Of course, she was forced to stay outside while her home was being searched, but as the girl she was watching came closer, the soldiers in the town became more restless and inquisitive.
Then, what seemed the leader or something of higher rank, a man came forward to the woman and laughed. What could they be talking about... She wondered.

((So far we don't have any, and I don't usually play them...
So unless someone comes in as one, I wouldn't imagine that we will have any.))

Sasuke had been so intent on the goings on in the village that she had missed the other girl entirely. But years of selling her services as a scout or assassin had taught her something at least, and that was to have sharp ears. She heard the soldiers easily enough, and the wind came to her quietly, but one noise in particular caught her attention, breathing. It was very soft, but none the less quite discernible.

In a whirl of movement, Sasuke pushed herself up into the air and into a hand stand with her legs. Next as she landed on her feet after completing a summersault, a long and wickedly sharp blade appeared in her hands as she spun around. All this had happened in less than a heart beat and was hard to follow. Spotting the other girl, she focused on her suspiciously, "Who are you?" She demanded quietly. The petite teen gripped the Katana easily in both hands and kept it at about chest height.

((can i jion))

leo walks into town obviosly after a long trip and sitts under a tree and pulls out a rice ball and starts to eat it.

((Ill just join in and tell me if you don't agree with the whole demon katana thing.)) Marak was walking down a path to town. He was the normal hight, and had short hair. He was a Ronin. He does what he is paid to do. He stratened his dark green Kimono and continued down the path. Suddenly, a voice spoke in his mind. Where do you thik you are going? Marak looked down at his right hand. The katana he carried was possesed. It's name was Malut, and it was supriemly evil. "I never should have picked you up." The eyes on the hand guard turned to look Marak in the eyes. Oh, but you did. Now, you are my host until your free me from the katana, or you die. The second Marak had grabed the katana, it bit down upon his hand. Now, his hand is rusty red from the constant bleeding. The katanas teeth prevented him from releacing the foul thing. "Yes, we will se about that." Marak let his arm fall to his side and continued down the path. ((My posts are normaly not ANYWERE near this length. Here is a pic of the katana. PICTURE Yes, I know it sucks, but thats all I have.))

((@Ducky: It would be interesting to see what happens if you find this young rogue-ish woman 'mugging' another young woman. That's what it might appear as to a random passer by. As for the pic, I think its fine. It's better than a 5 year old's kindergarten finger painting 'masterpiece', which is about the level I attribute to my own work... I'll not go either way on the demonic blade idea, I hate crushing people's hopes and dreams. That's why I have crew members, so they can boot people and do other mean things for me.))

Seeing that the other girl was little or no danger at the moment, Sasuke took this opportunity to relax slightly. She kept her weapon out but lowered it to her side in a hopefully non-threatening manner. "You're the protector of this village?" She said this in a slightly skeptical tone while pointing over her shoulder with the katana. "Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you could fight your way out of a rice-paper sack, but what do you plan on doing about them?" She flicked her head haughtily to get a stray lock of black hair out of her eyes and chuckled quietly, her eyes mimicking the soft laughter.

"Well, I... I..." Irene didn't have a clue what she was to do about the soldiers. But she couldn't look like a phony, not now! Not in front of a not only a protector of some sort, but in her inamge, a Samurai. The one thing she wanted to be!
"I just have to figure out a plan to take them down one by one!" She managed to get out. She stood up. "See that man over there?" He was lying on the ground bleeding persuasively. "He's weakness is women. And that guy over there..." He was also lying on the ground. "...He drinks a lot of liquor. I'm sure I could get him if he was totally wasted!"
But all that was taken care of now. All the soldires have been killed. Only a few managed to run away back to their base to send reinforcements. "A lot more soldiers will be here in a matter of days." She said almost in w whisper. "And I'm going to use those days to train to be a Samurai, so when they come, they wont stand a chance!"