Post by Ito on Feb 24, 2017 16:54:19 GMT
Ito Kai
Neutral
Neutral
General
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: September 1st
Stats
Class: Samurai
Level: 1
HP: 17
STR: 4
MAG: 0
SKL: 5
SPD: 8
DEF: 3
RES: 3
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Sword - E
Appearance
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Emerald
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 170 lbs
Clothing: Rather simple, Ito wears a light tunic, black pants, knee-high boots, and black fingerless gloves. The tunic and boots are lined with fur for protection from the cold. Over his clothing sits a grey trench coat made from a light linen fabric so it doesn't hamper his movement, as well as two pauldrons, composed of a light and durable metal alloy.
About
Profession: Wanderer
Alliance: Unaligned
Hometown: Ravaged Deeprealm in the astral plane.
Likes: Good food, clean water, cute girls, his swords, uh...
Dislikes: Dying, extensive amounts of pain, the Nohrian military, kinda dislikes the Hoshidan one too...
Personality: Once energetic and uncontainably bright in emotion, Ito has buried those emotions deep inside himself. The tremendous amount of grief he's felt in his life stills haunts him, and he's kept all the pain bottled up for years. Ito only expresses this pain in combat, using the raw emotion to fuel his aggressive combat style. When not in combat, Ito retains a very calm and collected manner, never reacting harshly to anything. The small things Ito does hint at a kind, caring side to him, but because of his familial losses he is much more subtle about it. Since his loss, Ito has gained an extreme hero complex, which could also be perceived as a type of death wish.
Biography:”Wha- why are you doing this?” Ito was backed into a corner by a shadowy, hulking figure. He felt disoriented, lost, and afraid. At the edge of his peripherals he could see his dear wife, the girl he’d known closely since childhood. She was no warrior, and in the sudden onslaught they’d been separated. “Why have you destroyed our home?” His strength was failing him, and he could barely hold off the giant of a man attacking him. Ito parried another axe strike, but was too weak to counterattack and he took a hard blow to his stomach. Blood seeping from countless wounds, Ito fell to his knees when the monstrous creature withdrew his fist from the swordsman’s midsection. Lifting his view from the floor, Ito met his wife’s gaze one last time as an axe descended upon her.
Ito’s eyes flew open as he woke in a cool sweat. A wave of grief washed over him as he lay on the ground, thinking back over the terrifying dream. It was more memory than imagination, really. It’s been so long since then… Shouldn’t I be over it by now?
Rising from his makeshift bed in the forest, Ito couldn’t help but think about her. I remember we were both raised in a Deeprealm somewhere… We grew up together. Me with my sword, her with her staff. Time seemed to fly by in our carefree life. Ito removed his sword from its scabbard, walking thoughtfully to the nearby stream.
Not too long after we realised we were in love, we married. Those were the best days of my meaningless life. Ito gently washed his sword, removing the blood and dust from a recent encounter with a Nohrian fighter that had mistaken him for a Hoshidan.
Then they came. The people we were raised by, dead. The people we were friends with, dead. Those monsters of men had been exploring the Deeprealms, searching for young ones they could indoctrinate and enslave. Our peaceful village in the astral plane happened to be designed by Hoshidan architects and they mistook us for Hoshidans. We had no quarrel with those men. It wasn’t until Ito had escaped the Deeprealm that he found out the men were Nohrian soldiers. The worst part? The Hoshidans that had indirectly forced death into Ito’s life hadn’t even been the ones to rescue him.
The sole survivor of a Nohrian attack survived because of a swordsman that Ito followed and learned from until the man disappeared in the outrealms.
I have to make sure that this fate no longer falls upon the innocents. Hoshidan, Nohrian, anyone. Ito shook his head as a hint of a smirk graced his expression. I’ll win the war myself, if that’s what it takes.
Other
Status: Single - Widower
Pet: None
Additional Notes: N/A
( meg nvmore )