Post by Atsushi on Jul 25, 2017 8:29:47 GMT
Atsushi of Akamizu
Hoshido
Hoshido
General
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: February 29
Stats
Class: Villager
Level: 1
HP: 19 (+2 Boon)
STR: 5
MAG: 0
SKL: 4
SPD: 3 (-2 Bane)
DEF: 4
RES: 0
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Lance/Naginata E
Appearance
Hair Color: Light BrownAbout
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Height: 5'11
Weight: 138.9
Build: Slim and lithe
Clothing: Atsushi wears a wears a short-sleeved, waist-length yukata known as a happi, and baggy trousers with a pair of sandals. During hot days or work that proves strenuous for him, he removes his happi, revealing a pair of unique, dark-blue long sleeves that tie across his back and chest. His hair is usually tied up by a vibrant, purple string.
Profession: Rice Farmer/Watchman/Teacher/Cook
Alliance: Hoshido
Hometown: A northern village in Hoshido
Loves: Onigiri, dumplings
Likes: Most animals, cooking
Dislikes: Skunks, nato beans
Hates: Monsters, evil spirits
Personality: Kind-hearted and patient, Atsushi is known in his village as the epitome of handsome, intelligent, and perseverant. Whatever tasks he brings upon himself to do, he does so whole-heartedly and with as much enthusiasm as he can muster. He also attempts to make friends with whomever he meets, no matter how cruel they may initially seem.
Of course, given his appearance as an extremely handsome man of peerless beauty, he often finds himself in the uncomfortable position of being mistaken as a woman in different situations, not to mention being stalked by those who admire him deeply. However, he himself has chosen to embrace what is considered "manly" activities despite mockery from his less-aesthetically-fortunate fellow men.
He has great fear for spirits, Diviner-conjured or not, and is easily frightened by them.
Atsushi was gifted with high endurance to weather any job he plans to undertake, however he has difficulty speeding along given his laid-back lifestyle.
Biography:
"Ara? Are you done for the day, friend? How about we share onigiri and sake for the night? My treat!
... Ah, you wonder how I came about? You're not from around here, ne?
This village has been my family's pride for seven generations. My father and grandfathers were all rice farmers who always believed in the power of hard work, and every son and grandson was taught to never cut slack. As a result, they were all strong and muscly men who struck fear in the hearts of bandits by just flexing muscles!
Then there was me, the strange apple that tumbled far from the tree and over the cliff. Grandpa says in jest that I'm probably the result of a spiteful curse from an oni spirit that turned me into a girl after I was birthed, but this gave rise to superstition that if I wed to someone that the boys will turn into flowers or something.
Anyway, Grandpa offered to send me to school, but I thought then that he was underestimating me. I turned him down, saying that I wanted to prove that I was as good a rice farmer as the rest. Turns out I was really the weaker link when I sprained my ankle leaping into the rice paddy on my first day. Hahaha! It seemed as if the gods didn't want me to work the fields!
Yet, I pushed on with the pain. I didn't let anything bother me as I fulfilled a family tradition, even if I was slower than everyone and finished planting near the end of lunch hour. I kept doing it, despite whatever physical infirmities would pierce me. Yes, even my own body fought against me and often threatened to sprain every muscle that I could use. I wondered if I would ever be able to farm without my burden of pain. I knew physical suffering more intimately than I ever would going through an academy, at least, that's what I thought before Grandpa forced me to go to school. I asked him very crossly, 'Wah? Ehs troyin' nawt gewd enuff fah ya'?!'
He said, 'Troyin' ays goo' 'n' awl, buh ah theek ye're beeta off askool. Gawds be sayin' so.'
Granted, he had taken advice from the village soothsayer, but I believed then that the gods sought for me to go to school simply because he said so. We were a superstitious lot, but I am glad nonetheless that I went to school. Gods forbid that I speak to you like I did to my grandfather.
I went to school in Kitsuki. I didn't have the aptitude to be a samurai, but they at least taught me how to wield a naginata and throw some good punches. I brought it upon myself to excel with my studies and be a scholar for my village, so at the very least I could teach my family how to read and write... and maybe pronounce words properly. Anyway, during my stay at Kitsuki, I did everything I could to make some gold sans selling myself. Aha, yes, I was very popular with the women and was often invited into their circles while men watched from afar in envy.
Eventually, I graduated as a scholar, and while I was offered higher education in Shirasagi, I politely declined, knowing that if I continue I may not return to my village. I knew the pleasurably draw of the city, but I couldn't abandon my village out of selfishness. My sensei at the time honored my wish and sent me back home with fine raiment and enough gold to supply food to the village for several years.
Setting foot in the village after ten years was a shock to my family, but more so to me. Grandfather was terminally ill by the time I had set foot in the village, but I was able to savor a few final moments with him. He was proud of me for honoring his wish to go to school, yet he made an even stranger statement: he told me that I should spread my wings ever higher and travel the world--of course, in his heavy, nearly-impossible-to-understand way of speaking.
I haven't yet honored his final wish for me. I spent the last four years educating my fellow villagers in reading and writing, and now parents are beginning to send their children off to seek more education beyond what I have taught. It's becoming quieter in the village now... and furthermore, there is danger from the west. Monsters of great size and girth are beginning to penetrate the borders, so I must stand with my village to defend against them.
So, that's my story, stranger! What about yours?"
Other
Status: Single
Pet: None
Additional Notes:
- He makes a great househusband, apparently.