Kensei Musashi

[Kensei Musashi]

KENSEI MUSASHI

"Swords are weapons. The way of swords is the way to kill. However you try to dress it up in phony righteousness, killing is your truth".

NAME: Kensei Musashi
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Samurai
REGION: Japan
ERA: Feudal Japan
POWER:

• Swordsmanship: Through his years serving the Emperor, Musashi has become a master swordsman in his own right. Having become proficient in the arts of Battoujutsu, Iaido and Kendo, Musashi is a powerful and skillful foe even against those possessing more mystical powers. However, there is a weakness to his swordsmanship - his sword grip, though firm, has weakened due to him, in an act of repentance, chopping off the top part of his little finger. As a result, his grip is weaker than it had been at his peak, allowing for a small but important weak point. However, he has still earned himself the title of "Kensei" or "Sword Saint".
  
  
• Spear Proficiency: In addition to mastering the way of the sword, Musashi has trained himself in the use of a spear, due to the weapon being the superior of any sword as he himself knows well. Though he has not mastered the art as of yet, he still remains proficient in it's use, incorporating various techniques of different styles to make up for his lack of training in the art thus far.
  
  
• Martial Arts: In addition to this, his Samurai training has also resulted in him training his body to the level of a strong martial artist, making his physical prowess far above any average person. He has been trained in Aikido and thus in an unarmed fight tries to match his harmony with his opponent's and take advantage of their movements that way.
  

EQUIPMENT:

• Katana
  
• Wakizashi
  
• Naginata
  

LIKES:

• Plums
  
• Silence
  
• Peace
  
• Cold days
  
• Horse-Riding
  

DISLIKES:

• Fighting
  
• Loud noises
  
• Rain
  

FEARS: The deaths of innocents.
SECRET: Despite appearing somewhat friendly, if reserved, he blames himself for the death of a young woman and seeks the punishment that never came.
PERSONALITY: Musashi, for all of his titles and prestige, is a modest person. He remains calm and somewhat friendly towards people and never tries to play up his own skills, always remarking that there are many out in the world who may be as strong or even stronger than he is. He is a generous, selfless soul who would be content to serve the Emperor his whole life rather than enjoy any sort of special treatment that nobles would gain. Perhaps, as a result of his own history as an orphan, he is very sympathetic towards children with no parents and will often try to find a home for them, or find someone who can. Musashi is also a loyal Samurai of the Emperor and will follow his word through thick and thin.

He prefers, however, to be peaceful and will rarely try to get into a conflict. He is merciful and forgiving, often willing to stop a fight if he can if he believes his opponent is truly apologetic. He is shrewd, however, and can see through a deception if someone attempts to play on his merciful side for their own benefit. When he does come to battle, he maintains a clear mind and a cunning wit, using both his training and intuition to find and exploit the opponent's weakness. When pressed, he is even capable of killing a man if it must be so, but he will always make sure to pray for those he has killed when the battle is over.

Deep down however, Musashi has a very low opinion of himself. Though he does not voice it, he sees himself only as a coward and a betrayer for his own past sins. Though he allows people to assume he lost part of his little finger in a fight, in truth he willingly cut it off as a sign of repentance, a secret no one, not even the Emperor, knows of. Though even he doesn't think of it consciously, he is slowly going down a path of destruction as he is instinctively nearing the punishment of death he feels he deserves, having been too cowardly for seppuku. As a result, he no longer fears death and instead will fight to the bitter end if pressed, regardless of what injuries he has taken.
HISTORY: As an orphan, Musashi was once a pickpocket who had to steal money and food to survive, often drawing the ire of many people in his day. He never knew his parents, nor even his own name - instead simply guessing that a note left with him when he was little, stating the name "Musashi", was simply his own. He was a weak, scrawny figure who'd clung to life by his nails, barely living. It was only when he attempted to steal money from a master swordsman that he ended his pickpocketing, as in an act of mercy the swordsman offered him food and shelter. Taken under the man's wing, he learned the art of swordsmanship, of Aikido and of the use of a spear, as well as several other life skills. When his master died of illness, he began to wander the land, honing his abilities.

Eventually, his name brought fame as his abilities began to shine. Many strong swordsmen were defeated by his blade, though each and every one was spared. When news of this reached the Emperor, he had been taken in by the man and made a Samurai, finally giving him a purpose. It was at this time that, as he excelled in his swordsmanship, he was given the title of "Kensei", which he proceeded to take as his last name. Content to serve, he trained his sword every day so that he may be of use to such an important figure, yet this idealism he'd gained over the years would slowly crumble, beginning with a young, blind woman named "Sakuya".

When he first met Sakuya, he had been taken back by her - though her own looks were plain and simple, neither particularly beautiful or pretty, her unbound confidence despite her blindness surprised him and he found himself enamored. Every day he would visit her after hours, talking with her and enjoying her company. Without even realizing it, he had fallen in love with her, seeing a beauty that far surpassed anyone else's in his eyes. No one, not even the Emperor, knew about this woman however. It was by pure chance he had met her - Out near the outskirts of the town, she had been picking flowers near her home and he, deciding to help her, offered her a hand. No one knew there was a connection between them as they would always stay indoors. Despite this, when he turned sixteen, he proposed to her, promising he would protect her always. However, when the time came, he found out just how powerless he really was.

One rainy night, a demon attacked the town. No demonslayers or monks or priestesses had been within the town at the time, meaning that the only form of defense left was the Samurai. At once, Musashi had rushed towards the direction of Sakuya in an attempt to defend her, but when it became apparent that the Emperor needed him, he was stuck in a painful decision. No matter which one he picked, he would regret it forever. Rushing towards the Emperor's home, he and the others held back the demon long enough for a demonslayer to arrive, but by then it had been too late. Though the Emperor was saved, several houses and homes were destroyed and Sakuya, the blind woman, had been killed. For days after he mourned her death and, too scared to commit seppuku for his failures, he attempted to atone by weakening himself, cutting off the top part of his little finger. Many assumed he had lost it in the demon attack, but deep down he knows the truth. That he was just one, weak man.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE: "The rain has come" he spoke softly, sitting in his seat, eyes only seeing the sight of the downpour upon the land. Every little drizzle of rain sounded like the beat of a heavy drum in his ears as it drowned out the sounds of the other people around the barracks, as it drowned out the world. All he could see and feel was himself and the rain. In his mind, the world ceased to exist amidst the pouring rain. For the briefest moment, he allowed himself to look downwards, looking at his left hand, where the little finger seemed to be missing the top part where his fingertip and nail had once been. Now, the digit was merely a useless stump that hindered him, reminding him of just how weak and useless he himself was.

For a single moment, he closed his eyes, regretting it as the sight of a simple, dark-haired woman with a white cloth around her eyes appeared within the depths of the darkness, her hands reaching out and holding him. Holding him with such warmth that he himself was incapable of. But opening his eyes again, he confirmed that it was only a vision, a reminder of the past. A vision that only served to hammer another nail into his chest, making him gasp lightly and sharply for a moment before taking in air again. He hated the rain. Because that night, when everything had changed, it had been raining just like this. Whenever he saw the rain, he was pulled back to that night. If he was cursed with eternal rain, then he only wished for the chance to erase that day from his mind.

"Oi! Musashi! We're having a drink! Join us!" one of the others had yelled, holding up a jug of sake. Stirred from his thoughts, he turned towards the man and stood up, walking away from his seat by the window, leaving the rain.

OTHER: None.
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ALIAS: Musashi

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