Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 12:04:30 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 15:13:05 GMT -8
 For generations, the Owaru family and it's vassals have studied at the Miko Iaijutsu Dojo, learning not just the arts of the warrior, but also the strict tenets of the bushido code and Katashiman etiquette. It is renowned for producing samurai of not only martial prowess, but also refined manners and culture. |
|
Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
|
Post by Sora Owaru on Dec 23, 2015 19:01:32 GMT -8
It was early dawn, the sun just now peeking over the horizon when Sora arrived at the Dojo, ready for another day of training. Everyday, he woke up early, and had a light breakfast before reporting to the dojo. Here Sora practiced the arts of the warrior, and sought to hone his skills to perfection. Most days he trained from sun rise to sun down, others longer. His training was his life, and he lived it everyday.
He was now fourteen, already having trained for years, he was nearly ready to become a full-fledged Samurai. Sora knew this, but he did not let this effect his training, he would train as hard as he did his first days of training regardless, all the way to the end. Even then, training did not end for a samurai, he would be refining his skills for the rest of his life most likely. Presently, Sora meditated on the wooden deck that wrapped around the outside of the dojo, sitting cross-legged facing the rising sun. He inhaled and exhaled softly, taking in the warmth of the morning sun. He would remain like this until his master, the one who trained him, summoned him, just as he did every day.
Meditating was part of Sora's training as much as physical conditioning or archery practice was, except this training fortified his mind, and tempered it so it would remain strong in the face of battle. He was taught to focus just on his breathing, and nothing else.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 12:04:30 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2015 13:26:48 GMT -8
Ikatu watched her disciple with a slight frown for a while as he meditated, letting the sun rise as she watched. Like the katana cut through flash, meditation was the sword of the mind that sliced through impure and cowardly thoughts. Perfection of thought was as important to a samurai of the Owaru Clan as perfection of swordsmanship or mannerisms.
She walked up to him on silent feet, drawing Sora's bokken from the sash around her waist. "Whatever you're thinking, Sora, let it go." She told him with a slight frown. To reinforce the lesson, she'd swing the bokken down at his head to give him a light bop.
|
|
Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
|
Post by Sora Owaru on Dec 25, 2015 12:26:32 GMT -8
Sora's eyes slid open, and he sighed softly after he was bopped on the head. Natu often chastised him to no brood to often, but his mind always seemed to be at work. Even now he mentally chastised himself on his lack of awareness of his surroundings, he should of at least heard his teacher approaching.
Rising to his feet Sora bowed, his eyes on the ground as he greeted his sensei just as he did everyday, "Good morning, Natu-sensei."
Sora had always held himself to high standards in everything he did, and took special care to follow all the rules he was expected to follow in life, including his courtesies. To do something wrong was one of Sora's greatest fears.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 12:04:30 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2015 12:58:35 GMT -8
Natu returned the bow less-deeply then Sora's, some day, etiquette would dictate her bow be deeper but that day was not yet here. "It is only as good as you make it, Sora." She replied sternly, handing him his training bokken. Then she smiled at him gently, breaking the stern countenance. "Did you enjoy the sunrise, gakusei?" She asked, sounding almost motherly in her tone, gesturing for him to enter the dojo with her.
|
|
Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
|
Post by Sora Owaru on Dec 25, 2015 13:22:52 GMT -8
Sora bowed his head slightly in respect as he took the bokken, holding it in his left hand as he followed Natu into the dojo. When she softened her countenance, and spoke softer, Sora let a light smile touch his features, but nothing more,
"Yes, the sunrise was very beautiful, as it is everyday, Sensei..."
Sora was quite young, only fourteen years of age, yet he carried himself as if he was much older. His life as the son of a lord and a soon to be warrior dictated that he grow up fast. The way his voice trailed off at the end was a tell that he had some things on his mind however, even now.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 12:04:30 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2015 13:29:52 GMT -8
Sora was led by his sensei to an austere room, the only decoration an open door that looked out onto the dojo's meticulously maintained garden. Natu knelt at a low table as she gestured for Sora to make them tea, the fire already made and the pot filled with water. By doing this every morning she taught him humility through the fulfillment of duty. She also taught him to make a damn fine tea. "Did it seem to have any import to you, Sora?" She asked lightly, looking at him sidelong. "It should have."
|
|
Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
|
Post by Sora Owaru on Dec 26, 2015 16:07:23 GMT -8
Sora followed his sensei silently bokken still in hand. When ordered to make them some tea, he nodded slightly, but otherwise did not say a word. Kneeling down much like Natu did he place the pot of clear water over the fire. As he waited for the water to reach a boil he would set up two small cups that the tea would go in, he worked slow, with a certain tranquility about him. This was not a fully proper tea ceremony, since they were not in a tea room, nor did it need to be for Sora, since he still made the tea with a certain care as if it was.
As he went about his work, Natu inquired about the sunrise, at which Sora's brows seemed to crease momentarily as he thought, but otherwise remained focused on the task at hand, when he felt he had an answer his eye's rose to look at Natu as he spoke,
"The sunrise... it is of importance because it symbolizes good fortune, correct?"
He looked on, waiting for his sensei's response. Hopefully it was the answer she was looking for.
The water in the pot over the fire had just begun to bubble.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 12:04:30 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2015 20:08:13 GMT -8
Natu waited patiently for Sora's answer, not bothering to look at him even when he did speak. Once he'd given his answer, she turned her head to look back and gestured for him to sit. "Come and wait with me while the water boils." She said in a tone light yet no less imperiously commanding for it. She waited until he was seated across from her, confident that he would obey, before lashing out quick as a viper to lightly cuff the side of his head with a sharply snapped reply of: "No, bakka."
|
|
Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
|
Post by Sora Owaru on Dec 27, 2015 16:52:45 GMT -8
"Ow..."
Sora frowned slighly, rubbing the side of his head. He seemed slightly annoyed but otherwise, nothing. The only feeling he felt now was shame, he should have known the correct answer. He did not say anything else for now, only lowered his eyes as he continued to make the tea.
With the water now at a boil he carefully took the pot of water off the fire, placing it on a small stand. Using a small ladle he took two portions of the boiling water out of the pot and put each one in a small tea bowl to cool slightly to the correct temperature. Once they were cooled he poured the hot water into the tea cup that held the green powder that was the tea, a small portion of the green powdered tea spread across the bottom of each cup. Then Sora would stir each cup until they both held a consistent green tea.
He looked up briefly to indicate he had completed his task, but otherwise he waited silently, only sipping from his tea after his sensei had first.
|
|
