Shinamori Setoku
Dedicated
*~* Owner of the mysterious den known as 'Sakura Ken' in Tamatoshi Bay*~*
Roleplay posts: 150
Age: 32
Physical Description: A humble, yet more rugged looking Samurai of the Hizashi Samurai, Shinamori Setoku stands at 6' evenly. He has waist length jet black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with brownish, almost Amber eyes, and is commonly swathed with a purple haori over his Black Hakama, red obi, and baggy, loose fitting white Kimono. He also sports metal plated Geta Sandals.
Clothes and Equipment: A wakizashi in a yellow saya (scabbard), wrapped with a yellow Katatemaki ito (Battle Wrap) around the tsuka (hilt.) While the Kojiri (End of the scabbard) had a black bit of burned metal. The Tsuba (Guard) was an odd circular symbol of the Shibata clan. And the weapon's Tsuka is usually seen sticking out of his kimono, opposite his heart. A Katana with a red saya with a red katatemaki ito around the hilt is normally hanging tachi style (Edge facing the ground) from his obi.
Registered: May 19, 2017 13:09:44 GMT -8
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Post by Shinamori Setoku on Jun 13, 2017 17:05:23 GMT -8
Setoku tilted his head to the side, frowned, before spinning around on his heel, and walking away.
"On second thought, using them isn't worth it, just yet, brother. They are currently to limited in their skills and numbers as of yet. But we know where it's at, now."
Setoku smirked as he walked off, mind working.
"Infact, I have a better idea. There may be someone else willing to help us, closer to home."
And with that Setoku walked off, yawning to himself. The fun part was going to take longer than he had hoped.
"Let's go have a Drink."
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Jun 13, 2017 17:32:54 GMT -8
( Shinamori Setoku) After waiting for a solid while with out being attacked tam scowled at the fortress. Why had they not sent scouts? Why had they not rained arrows upon them? Why had they not attempted to crush the two of us to a pulp with a hundred men? " I expected more from the men of shade..." He said bitterly. "Even the rudeness foe would have at least sent a man to taunt his foes..." He muttered. Not wanting to be considered rude, Tam did as his forefathers had when ever they felt insulted on the battle field. He slipped his trousers down, exposing himself in all his glory, raised his spear and shield with both hands above his head and proceeded to thrust in the towers direction. He gave a snort, re-fastened his tonsures at his waist, and turned to follow Setoku. " A drink sounds fine brother, who might this person be? "
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Sashimaru
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Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: May 3, 2017 8:18:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sashimaru on Jun 15, 2017 15:34:46 GMT -8
"Very well. You may rest." Sashimaru said flatly to Atsuko. Escape as she may try, Sashimaru was well aware that she had yet to become indoctrinated into her new life. She would not be left to rest without protection. He'd take her back up to the fort, where he'd lead her back to their room, and allow her full reign of the bedroom level. "You may rest here. I will come find you later." Meanwhile, one bandit thought he had seen movement, but he shook it off. Unless Setoku and Tam get closer, they would remain hidden for now.
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Atsuko Kamiya
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 19
Physical Description: Originally from Heiwashima village - Tawakoshi. Got kidnapped by the Kiba Group when it was burned and looted.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 10:09:21 GMT -8
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Post by Atsuko Kamiya on Jun 15, 2017 23:15:25 GMT -8
The fatigue came fast and sudden, even on her way back up the fort she was stumbling and struggling to keep herself upright. Once she reached the bedroom she just let herself fall into the big bed, pulling the blankets up close to her chin. It was more comfortable then she remembered from the night before. The mattress hugged her softly and she immediately felt warmer then she had in the last day. She fell into a deep slumber.
But the slumber didn't last long before nightmares took over her sleep. She would be found moving around in the bed, sweat drops appearing on her face. She dreamd of the village, she dreamt of the men in the cellar that had been killed right before her, the screams she had heard during her time in the cellar, the moment Sashimaru had raped her. She would wake up screaming, sitting straight up in bed. Her eyes were wide and cold sweat was all over her body. She quickly covered her mouth after she realized the sound she had made, the guards looking at her irritated. "I am sorry..." she whispered.
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