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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 11:04:31 GMT -8
This is the home and training dojo of Shichiro-Sensei, known as a master swordsman of Dongshu and renowned for his training of the Haitaka clansmen. |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
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Roleplay posts: 149 
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jun 10, 2018 15:45:29 GMT -8
Haitaka entered the dojo expecting to be greeted by his sensei.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 21:52:27 GMT -8
The dojo was very quiet when the young Haitaka arrived through the doors, but Shichiro was already within sight. The doors would open to the sparring ring, a wide square area lightly padded for combatants, and his sensei was kneeling in meditation in the very center. His old eyes were eased shut, his greying hair drawn back in a tie for now with his beard settled easily to his chest as his breaths came and went comfortably slow. The single katana, homed in it's sheath, was resting beside him on the mat.
However, when the door came to quiet shut behind the man, his eyes would open and sparkle just a little upon seeing the Shogun. "Ah... my boy," he chuckled, much like a father pleased to see his son, a shift in his beard indicating a hidden smile. He gestured with a frail-looking hand for the man to enter. "It is good to see you, boy." |
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jun 11, 2018 2:32:03 GMT -8
Haitaka couldn't help but smile. He bowed in respect, the only man he would ever bow to. With a bit of cheer as he raised he spoke "Sensei. It's been too long." However the cheer quickly faded to a serious tone, "Alas this visit is not one of pleasure. I am sure you know. A member of your school fell. A... A demon devoured him. Blades held no threat to the monster." He crossed his arms and sighed deeply, "I was wondering if you have any knowledge of how to slay these beasts or, at the very least, help our people survive any encounters with these creatures in the future."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 3:28:16 GMT -8
The wispy corners of his beard fell as the smile faded at the news given by his pupil. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, reaching out carefully to take his weapon as he moved to stand - using the sheathed blade much as a staff to help him rise from his knees. But once up he straightened and slipped the weapon back into the sash on his left side, and let his hand come to rest on the pommel and grip as he shuffled quietly towards Takehiko. He let out another breath in a long and drawn out "Hmmmmm" as he neared, his tired eyes settling on the face of the Haitaka. "Indeed, I heard. I mourned for him, as I would for any student. The boy was strong and swift, brave and true. It is what made him to be one of your elite guard with no question."
 Shichiro would come to stand before the young Shogun, and clap a hand to his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "I heard it was, uh... Yanagi, the Demon Warrior of your grandfather's time. See, my boy, yokai and spirits are very, mm, tricky and confusing beings. They don't follow any, any order or rule. Yanagi was old, very old," he replied, then moving over to a shelf along the western wall to a few scrolls settled within. One was brought out and unfurled, and then splayed out on the surface of the tabletop of the shelf so that Takehiko could easily see the writings and images scrawled in ink on the old parchment. "And for the destruction he wrought and the innocents he slaughtered - and ate - he become more than just a spirit. More than a typical demon. It was why swords did nothing to him. Old legend says he walks with weapons of fallen fighters embedded in his very body, that the pain of a katana is nothing more than a bite of a fly to him.
"It is why the monks are here, Takehiko," he added quietly, looking to the man again with a hard stare from his beady eyes. "They are practiced in what it takes to repel and destroy and seal demons. And, from what you have brought to me, it sounds as if we may need to employ their knowledge and assistance more frequently - perhaps to find out a way to bless the steel of the elite and commanders, to give an edge or possibly take down yokai. Of Yanagi's caliber, I doubt, but for general.
"BUT. That being said," he adds, lifting a hand with a pointed finger up, "a smaller beast of spirit could be dispelled relatively simple. Cut down like wheat, to send their spirits back to where they reside. Mmm, ah, like faceless imps. I have seen them, and sliced them in two, back in my day." His gaze would settle past Haitaka's shoulder with a detached expression as he began to reminisce for a few moments.
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Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: 26
Physical Description: He stands about five feet, eight inches tall. His face is rugged. His hair is well groomed and solid black. His body is firm and toned, proof of his constant training to hone his skills.
Clothes and Equipment: Often he wears simple silk robes. In the event of being prepared for a fight however he dons a full set of armor.
The armor is dark blue, a carefully applied lacquer that coated the leather and steel scales and plates gave the material a dull glossy shine. Bright white threads weaved through the armor holding the plates in place, several of them were stained red with blood that could not be washed out, something Takehiko had no problem with. A horo of blue was also upon the armor, its edges trimmed with gold, a white tiger on the back and the Haitaka clan sigil emblazoned on each side of the front of the horo. Light blue silk kimono and black hakama were neatly folded beneath the armor and a thick white juban kimono is worn beneath the armor. A thick rope of weaved white, light blue, and dark blue fibers wrapped its self around the armors waist to hold his blade.
The blade is a simple but very very high quality katana.
Registered: Jul 7, 2016 22:34:34 GMT -8
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Post by Shogun Takehiko of the Haitaka on Jun 22, 2018 21:09:55 GMT -8
Haitaka grimmaced at the advice. Organizing elite troops into demon fighters. The effort it would take to bless swords to slay demons. He grunted aloud as he realized just how little he knew about magic and mysticism. "Master I will act on your advice at once." He bowed to the man and made his exit.
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