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Mature Rp.
due to:
cussing
blood
sexy comments at every turn whee

This is an Rp based in the early ages of Japan. Near the end of the age of the samurai. There are very few left who know of the way of the sword, because it is a dying art. People have settled and become all about business. Life has become corrupt near the edge of the coastline. A supply shipment of opium went missing one day and the druglord who made it is pissed. Several footsoldiers are searching along the coastline. Near the middle of the nation there is a huge trade business. Several shady men willing to sell you anything that they have. Maybe things that arent even theirs. near the national border there are crossing booths that check your papers to see if you are registered to pass the checkpoint.

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profiles:

Name: Sayuri
Weapon(s): twin fans
Fighting style( if Any): fights like the wind
Personality: Like the wind, she is everchanging. For those she befriends, she is kind and protective, but to her enemies, she is fierce and dangerous.
appearance: Tall and slender with eyes that shine like the moon. She wears a long delicately decorated dress with two slits running up the side, ending at her hips. She wears shorts underneath. The top of her dress is a sleeveless with 1 inch thick straps. Her hair is a goldened black that hangs down to her hips. She is barefooted and carries her twin fans at her sides. She looks dainty and harmless.
History: Sayuri once lived in the mountains under the training of her father who saw her as the perfect warrior. The moment her training was complete, her father sent her away with the knowledge of the wind. She has come across many opponents that have thought of her as an innocent little girl that would be easily taken advantage of, but she has proved them wrong and proved that she is a worthy opponent for any. With practically no friends, except the animals, Sayuri has travelled across the country in search of a new home, one in which she can live out the rest of her life in peace.
Reason for being here: Sayuri is in search of a new city and she finds the coast very attractive.

(btw, there are no magics in this one either. extreme unbelievable skill like rurouni kenshin maybe, but no magic. sorry whee )
Name: Ginseku Shirokiba
Weapon(s): shuriken, kunai, and double katana
Fighting style( if Any): hiiten mitsurugi style sword fighting. ninjitsu as a second art.
Personality: loves the wind. will sometimes just stand on the top of a grassy plain and watch the blades and strands of grass shift in the wind. rather protective, and very sharp.
appearance: a hakama instead of pants, wooden sandals, the shuriken and kunai can be heard but not seen while he walks(due to the clinking), a keikogi top. the two katana are on either hip.
History: unknown.
Reason for being here: just a wandering fighter looking to explore the world.

In and Out. That was the motion of the ocean water at the base of the cliffs. Sayuri stood at the top listening to the sounds of the water and wind. They flowed together as one. As she stood there, she listened to the wind. The wind after all, knows all. Sayuri could feel a change in the air and knew something was different about it. She moved away from the edge and on towards a city out of reach of the violent storm that may be coming.

Sayuri walked the distance to the closest city, looking for shelter. The air seemed colder and the wind fiercer. A storm was definately coming. She walked towards a cart selling food and inquired about the cost. Remembering she had little money and she would need to save it for some place to stay, Sayuri passed on by the cart even though her stomach begged her not to. She looked around for a place to sleep at, but all were too rich for her. She would have to sleep outside. This did not cause anguish to Sayuri though, due to the fact that she had slept outside before for many occasions.

Sayuri was suddenly hit by some coins and what appeared to be food. Not knowing from where it came, she looked up and saw what appeared to be a man. A warrior, most likely a samurai at that. Looking for a way up to where he was to thank him, she noticed the entrance to the building. She ran for it and proceeded to climb up to where he was. As she looked on at him she questioned saying, "Are you the one who drop this food and Mon for me?"

"Please...was it you..." Sayuri's sentence dropped off as she sensed something familiar about the stranger. She felt the cool drops of rain fall on her as she looked up to the clouds and enjoyed for a split second the beauty of the rain. She couldn't contain herself. It had been so long since she had been in a good rain that she just had to dance in it. Sayuri began dancing like a child often does when the first rain arrives after a long drought. Yet, as she danced, she asked once again of the man, "Sir, are you the one who offered me so much of your generosity?"

Sayuri stopped dancing, realizing how childish it was. "Then I thank you very much. I however can not accept this generosity. It is too great and I have been taught to never accept anything from strangers and to fend for myself. I am sorry if I have offended you." Sayuri set the gifts down by his feet and backed away, bowing. She turned to walk away.

Sayuri looked around for Ginseku as he called himself. "WAIT! COME BACK!" she cried out to him. She looked up into the cloudy night sky, gazing intently upon the raindrops that fell.