Post by WolfMortum on Sept 14, 2015 20:51:33 GMT 12
Name: Ketsueki Kan
Age : Seemingly in his early twenties
Race :
Preferred to be kept to himself until, should it happen, the figure comes to find trust in another although some visual aspects can be easily picked up given the circumstance, perhaps blind rage for instance.
Family :
The strangers family had always been a mystery to the man, he had been found in the forest, alone and wrapped in a black silk cloth when just an infant, his parents, he’d come to believe, had left him for dead, not caring nor wanting him.
Kan, having been thrown around slaving quarters since being discovered, had grown strong both physically and mentally. Having learned to block out most emotional weaknesses, unable to avoid the insults from others had also led the boy to get involved in much fighting, enough for his so called “master” to sell him one day to another.
Longing for his parents, not to hold them but to question them as to why he’d been condemned to such a petty existence, Kan soon fled his surroundings in search of them, the hatred within the young man consuming him in his quest for knowledge and perhaps revenge.
Alignment : Undecided
Weapons of Choice :
The self proclaimed shield of the defender, a rounded pentacle shaped shield, with a cross embedded down the center, behind it there rests a black and red yin and yang symbol, a firm reminder to the male figure of the constant battle being waged around him.
The other item of weaponry sheathed upon the left side of his belt, a rather weighted long sword, styled to the likeness of a Katana yet heavier and double edged at the blade, the hilt itself crafted to fit specifically into his grasp, the end, curving slightly to form the shape of a smaller blade, the sword of choice, he had named, the Redeemer.
Other than those two, the man's easily addaptable to other forms of fighting, ranging from shuriken to other more brutal forms of violence such as an overlords bludgeon, Practice makes perfect and with the right motivation or your life at stake, you'll be amazed what you can accomplish.
History/Background :
Having left the slave traders many years ago, Kan had grown into something of a traveller, moving about his own business, the strange figure never came to on rely on anyone else, though he’d come across many others since fleeing.
With such a rough life having been thrown at him since birth, Kan had learned to become something of a sinister being to those who beckoned such a result, seeing no fit reason to respect another being who hadn’t earned it, the man had come to find a rather large number of enemies left in his wake.
None of them understood him, he wasn’t always so dense and untrusting…Then again, the man having never allowed himself to get close to another, how would he know?
Fighting a losing battle, he had not yet found any indication of the person he should have been, Kan had stepped out from the nothingness in his past in search for a possibly brighter future.
In a war with the Light and the Dark at each others throats, the Good and the Bad, where does a man stand who knows not even himself….
Age : Seemingly in his early twenties
Race :
Preferred to be kept to himself until, should it happen, the figure comes to find trust in another although some visual aspects can be easily picked up given the circumstance, perhaps blind rage for instance.
Family :
The strangers family had always been a mystery to the man, he had been found in the forest, alone and wrapped in a black silk cloth when just an infant, his parents, he’d come to believe, had left him for dead, not caring nor wanting him.
Kan, having been thrown around slaving quarters since being discovered, had grown strong both physically and mentally. Having learned to block out most emotional weaknesses, unable to avoid the insults from others had also led the boy to get involved in much fighting, enough for his so called “master” to sell him one day to another.
Longing for his parents, not to hold them but to question them as to why he’d been condemned to such a petty existence, Kan soon fled his surroundings in search of them, the hatred within the young man consuming him in his quest for knowledge and perhaps revenge.
Alignment : Undecided
Weapons of Choice :
The self proclaimed shield of the defender, a rounded pentacle shaped shield, with a cross embedded down the center, behind it there rests a black and red yin and yang symbol, a firm reminder to the male figure of the constant battle being waged around him.
The other item of weaponry sheathed upon the left side of his belt, a rather weighted long sword, styled to the likeness of a Katana yet heavier and double edged at the blade, the hilt itself crafted to fit specifically into his grasp, the end, curving slightly to form the shape of a smaller blade, the sword of choice, he had named, the Redeemer.
Other than those two, the man's easily addaptable to other forms of fighting, ranging from shuriken to other more brutal forms of violence such as an overlords bludgeon, Practice makes perfect and with the right motivation or your life at stake, you'll be amazed what you can accomplish.
History/Background :
Having left the slave traders many years ago, Kan had grown into something of a traveller, moving about his own business, the strange figure never came to on rely on anyone else, though he’d come across many others since fleeing.
With such a rough life having been thrown at him since birth, Kan had learned to become something of a sinister being to those who beckoned such a result, seeing no fit reason to respect another being who hadn’t earned it, the man had come to find a rather large number of enemies left in his wake.
None of them understood him, he wasn’t always so dense and untrusting…Then again, the man having never allowed himself to get close to another, how would he know?
Fighting a losing battle, he had not yet found any indication of the person he should have been, Kan had stepped out from the nothingness in his past in search for a possibly brighter future.
In a war with the Light and the Dark at each others throats, the Good and the Bad, where does a man stand who knows not even himself….