Age: 414 (Born 1603; Early Edo Period)
Height: 7'6" (229 cm)
Weight: 378 lbs
Race: Human; Spirit
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hand: Dominant Lefty; Uses Right
Background (Click to Show)
Born as the third child and only son of a wealthy and well-respected family from Japan, Oni was the son of Hokkaido’s most notable and talented samurai. Enlisted as an aid to the region’s shogun at an early age, Oni’s father taught him in the ways of the Bushido, the Warrior’s Way, and trained him to be a samurai.
Oni was quite the prodigy, mastering almost every lesson his father taught him, seemingly unhindered by his massive size, something his family, and the rest of their community, observed to be a birth defect. At the age of nineteen, the young samurai entered the service of the Shogun, helping the warlord enforce his rule and conquer the land. Overtime however, Oni began to more and more object to his master’s actions and get in between the overlord’s goals.
Oni kept fighting however, taking prisoners of war and building himself a fierce reputation until he witnessed an execution in the local town square. Once he learned that it was one of the very prisoners he had taken in not so long ago, Oni was furious with his master. Having been told to take any prisoners alive, the shogun’s contradiction of himself was the last straw for the young and massive samurai. Going back to the palace and freeing all the prisoners he had taken, Oni faced his master on the battlefield amongst chaos.
Even though he had improved by a great margin however, Oni was no match for the shogun’s skill and was swiftly dispatched, his master turned nemesis cleaving through his face from above the right cheekbone out the left side of his mouth, leaving him bleeding and incapacitated on the battlefield.
With his master having betrayed his trust, Oni swore vengeance, not just for himself, but for every soul who had been unknowingly sentenced to death by his actions or slain by his sword. Fueled by hate and anger over his actions, Oni gave rise to a spirit, or maybe a demon, of retribution within his own soul, giving him the strength to survive and push on to avenge those who he had been wronged by his own actions and his master’s.
Oni, taking on his new mantle, then returned to the shogun’s home, fought through dozens of guards, and confronted his former master, overpowering him and separating his body from his head. With justice served and the spirit of vengeance satisfied, Oni could have succumbed to death and passed into the afterlife. But he persisted against the spirit’s wishes, insisting that with the strength it gave him he could continue to right the wrongs of the world, acting as an enforcer of lethal justice to those who would dare cross him.
Eventually, the spirit obliged, allowing Oni to keep living in the physical world, and now he wanders, using his vast assortment of abilities to protect the innocent and bring justice to evildoers.
Oni was quite the prodigy, mastering almost every lesson his father taught him, seemingly unhindered by his massive size, something his family, and the rest of their community, observed to be a birth defect. At the age of nineteen, the young samurai entered the service of the Shogun, helping the warlord enforce his rule and conquer the land. Overtime however, Oni began to more and more object to his master’s actions and get in between the overlord’s goals.
Oni kept fighting however, taking prisoners of war and building himself a fierce reputation until he witnessed an execution in the local town square. Once he learned that it was one of the very prisoners he had taken in not so long ago, Oni was furious with his master. Having been told to take any prisoners alive, the shogun’s contradiction of himself was the last straw for the young and massive samurai. Going back to the palace and freeing all the prisoners he had taken, Oni faced his master on the battlefield amongst chaos.
Even though he had improved by a great margin however, Oni was no match for the shogun’s skill and was swiftly dispatched, his master turned nemesis cleaving through his face from above the right cheekbone out the left side of his mouth, leaving him bleeding and incapacitated on the battlefield.
With his master having betrayed his trust, Oni swore vengeance, not just for himself, but for every soul who had been unknowingly sentenced to death by his actions or slain by his sword. Fueled by hate and anger over his actions, Oni gave rise to a spirit, or maybe a demon, of retribution within his own soul, giving him the strength to survive and push on to avenge those who he had been wronged by his own actions and his master’s.
Oni, taking on his new mantle, then returned to the shogun’s home, fought through dozens of guards, and confronted his former master, overpowering him and separating his body from his head. With justice served and the spirit of vengeance satisfied, Oni could have succumbed to death and passed into the afterlife. But he persisted against the spirit’s wishes, insisting that with the strength it gave him he could continue to right the wrongs of the world, acting as an enforcer of lethal justice to those who would dare cross him.
Eventually, the spirit obliged, allowing Oni to keep living in the physical world, and now he wanders, using his vast assortment of abilities to protect the innocent and bring justice to evildoers.
Abilities/Weapon (Click to Show)
High Strength: Being a seven and a half foot tall man who routinely worked to keep his body in pristine condition for his service under the shogun, Oni is by no means a weakling. Even before gaining the spirit of vengeance to up his strength, Oni was capable of ripping doors off hinges and rending men in half with relative ease. After returning from near death, Oni’s strength increased by what he assumes to be around threefold. If he was as strong as five men before, now he has the strength of fifteen.
Swordsmanship: Being a samurai, Oni is a graceful but deadly warrior with nearly any weapon. His primary arm however, a six foot long odachi, becomes an extension of his arm to be a lethal harbinger of death on the battlefield. With a keen mastery of the blade and sense of how to fight with it, Oni is a force to be reckoned with while in possession of his sword.
Spirit of Vengeance: With the spirit of vengeance still dwelling inside him, Oni has access to a variety of abilities related to this spirit. Increased pain tolerance, manipulation of the spirits of others and the dead, harnessing spiritual energy to enhance attacks, a heavily accelerated healing factor, etc.
Odachi: While seemingly a normal blade, this odachi, six feet long from end of end to tip of the blade, is actually made from crucible steel, crafted by Oni himself in the late 17th century when he travelled to Central Asia, made to last the rest of his life on earth. Quality steel in its purest definition, Oni’s odachi is near unbreakable and can cut through most materials with ease factoring in his strength behind each swing.
Swordsmanship: Being a samurai, Oni is a graceful but deadly warrior with nearly any weapon. His primary arm however, a six foot long odachi, becomes an extension of his arm to be a lethal harbinger of death on the battlefield. With a keen mastery of the blade and sense of how to fight with it, Oni is a force to be reckoned with while in possession of his sword.
Spirit of Vengeance: With the spirit of vengeance still dwelling inside him, Oni has access to a variety of abilities related to this spirit. Increased pain tolerance, manipulation of the spirits of others and the dead, harnessing spiritual energy to enhance attacks, a heavily accelerated healing factor, etc.
Odachi: While seemingly a normal blade, this odachi, six feet long from end of end to tip of the blade, is actually made from crucible steel, crafted by Oni himself in the late 17th century when he travelled to Central Asia, made to last the rest of his life on earth. Quality steel in its purest definition, Oni’s odachi is near unbreakable and can cut through most materials with ease factoring in his strength behind each swing.
Appearance (Click to Show)
Oni is an enormous man, standing well over seven feet tall, with a muscular body to go along with his height. While originally having a handsome face, Oni’s first duel with his master and birthing of the spirit of vengeance turned him into a frightening individual to look upon. Initially having brown eyes, Oni’s have been turned crimson red, practically luminous, as well as being slanted slightly. The massive scar he received from his fight with the shogun across his face and out his mouth stands out like an ugly red thumb against his pale and near ghostly complexion.
While he usually wears his bright red set of plate armor over another set of flexible leather garments, Oni will wear his traditional attire, given to him by his mother the day he became a proper samurai. The outfit composes of a pair of azure hakama pants, tightened around the waist with a similarly colored belt, geta shoes, and a gray kimono over a black undershirt. The only thing Oni will practically never be seen without is his mask, made of steel, which covers his chin all the way up and over the bridge of his nose, concealing his scar, painted with the visage of sharpened, demon-like teeth.
While he usually wears his bright red set of plate armor over another set of flexible leather garments, Oni will wear his traditional attire, given to him by his mother the day he became a proper samurai. The outfit composes of a pair of azure hakama pants, tightened around the waist with a similarly colored belt, geta shoes, and a gray kimono over a black undershirt. The only thing Oni will practically never be seen without is his mask, made of steel, which covers his chin all the way up and over the bridge of his nose, concealing his scar, painted with the visage of sharpened, demon-like teeth.
Personality (Click to Show)
Quiet but strong, kind yet fearsome, soft-spoken but unshakeable, Oni is the epitome of a savage gentleman, bearing a polite demeanor outside of combat but becoming a completely focused and unwavering warrior in battle.
Speaking quietly in all situations, partly due to his nature and the other part due to the wound that formed the scar on his face, it having slightly injured his vocal cords, Oni never raises his voice, no matter the situation, and almost always speaks with words of respect towards his opponent should he deem them honorable. On the contrary, if Oni finds someone the opposite in their actions, speech, or manner, he remains completely silent to them, not speaking a word to their person and becoming considerably brutal in his fight with them, using much more vicious tactics than normal to achieve victory.
Overall however, Oni is a cool-headed individual and speaks softly and with kindness in nearly all his words, no deceit, no lies. He speaks his mind when he feels it necessary, and tries to keep those around him, if there are any, in good spirits.
Speaking quietly in all situations, partly due to his nature and the other part due to the wound that formed the scar on his face, it having slightly injured his vocal cords, Oni never raises his voice, no matter the situation, and almost always speaks with words of respect towards his opponent should he deem them honorable. On the contrary, if Oni finds someone the opposite in their actions, speech, or manner, he remains completely silent to them, not speaking a word to their person and becoming considerably brutal in his fight with them, using much more vicious tactics than normal to achieve victory.
Overall however, Oni is a cool-headed individual and speaks softly and with kindness in nearly all his words, no deceit, no lies. He speaks his mind when he feels it necessary, and tries to keep those around him, if there are any, in good spirits.
Water and Blood (Click to Show)
Rain fell in curtains, blanketing the earth in moisture and turning the once solid dirt to a swamp of mud.
The plains were barren, their grass buffeted by relentless winds and the previously mentioned rain. Most of the green had disappeared in the newly formed torrent of brown. Oni trudged through the murk, his geta most likely ruined from the filth, keeping a tight hand over his cloak, billowing in the wind behind him, and the other on his weapon, staying wary of his surroundings.
Bandits tended to prowl on these routes, ready to jump any unwary travelers as soon they got the chance.
It was a good thing Oni wasn’t an ordinary traveler…
As he passed a crossroads, where several kinds of brush grew out onto the path, five separate pairs of footsteps pounded into the mud.
Oni stopped walking.
The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath resounded, and the samurai’s clutch on his odachi tightened.
“Hey! Big guy! Got any money to give us?” A voice called.
Oni shook his head.
The voice responded, “How about that sword you got on your hip then?” It asked.
Oni turned and shook his head, finding himself faced with five separate bandits, all armed with short, straight swords.
The massive warrior’s red eyes flashed with confidence. The lead thug stepped forward, brandishing his blade to Oni, “If you’re thinking of fighting us, forget about it! It’s five on one.”
Oni laughed quietly before pointing to himself, “Lest you forget, it may be five on one, but it is five scrawny bandits vs one muscular, skilled and huge samurai.” He countered.
The leader of the thugs laughed himself, loudly into the rain, before turning to his gang and pointing the sword back at Oni, “You hear that friends? This guy thinks he can beat us!” The entire group began to laugh with their leader, all the while Oni stayed quiet.
Eventually, they stopped and simply tried to stare him down. A hard task considering his eyes seemed to be permanently locked into the loathsome glare he now used on them.
The leader charged, raising his blade high, and stature sloppy. Oni stepped forward to meet him, drawing his blade in a split second and clashing with his enemy’s weapon with such force that the sword went flying from his hands.
The man didn’t have second to react as Oni followed up with a vicious downward swipe, cleaving into the man’s shoulder and sending blood spurting up and out. The thug was dead before he hit the mud.
Oni raised his left hand, free from the hilt of his sword, and summoned a ghastly red glow from his fingertips, a red wisp of smoke emanating from said finger and into the mouth of the now dead bandit. Reemerging from the opening came a blue wisp with a red tail, which landed on Oni’s palm and dissipated.
The four other men stood in silence, both frightened and shocked, at seeing their leader cut down and so hastily disposed of. The next in the line looked back towards his fellow bandits, then pointed his sword at Oni, “What are you doing?! Get him!” He roared.
The group rushed forward, all raising their swords to strike down onto Oni’s head. Steel cut through the pouring rain, and clanged off another blade. The samurai, his sword now fully drawn, growled beneath his mask. With minimum effort, Oni pushed the swords up and away from himself, using his own momentum to swing his odachi up, around, and through the now vulnerable men’s necks.
Four heads fell to mud and rolled away. Oni followed the same pattern as last time, raising his left hand and summoning the ghastly glow, this time four wisps of the same red smoke flying off and into the mens’ bodies. Four blue wisps came back, and attached themselves to Oni before sinking back through his skin.
The taller than average warrior cleaned his steel before sheathing it once again. Without a word, Oni turned and left the scene of the fight, if it could be called that, the rain spattering mud up onto his armor and shoes.
The plains were barren, their grass buffeted by relentless winds and the previously mentioned rain. Most of the green had disappeared in the newly formed torrent of brown. Oni trudged through the murk, his geta most likely ruined from the filth, keeping a tight hand over his cloak, billowing in the wind behind him, and the other on his weapon, staying wary of his surroundings.
Bandits tended to prowl on these routes, ready to jump any unwary travelers as soon they got the chance.
It was a good thing Oni wasn’t an ordinary traveler…
As he passed a crossroads, where several kinds of brush grew out onto the path, five separate pairs of footsteps pounded into the mud.
Oni stopped walking.
The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath resounded, and the samurai’s clutch on his odachi tightened.
“Hey! Big guy! Got any money to give us?” A voice called.
Oni shook his head.
The voice responded, “How about that sword you got on your hip then?” It asked.
Oni turned and shook his head, finding himself faced with five separate bandits, all armed with short, straight swords.
The massive warrior’s red eyes flashed with confidence. The lead thug stepped forward, brandishing his blade to Oni, “If you’re thinking of fighting us, forget about it! It’s five on one.”
Oni laughed quietly before pointing to himself, “Lest you forget, it may be five on one, but it is five scrawny bandits vs one muscular, skilled and huge samurai.” He countered.
The leader of the thugs laughed himself, loudly into the rain, before turning to his gang and pointing the sword back at Oni, “You hear that friends? This guy thinks he can beat us!” The entire group began to laugh with their leader, all the while Oni stayed quiet.
Eventually, they stopped and simply tried to stare him down. A hard task considering his eyes seemed to be permanently locked into the loathsome glare he now used on them.
The leader charged, raising his blade high, and stature sloppy. Oni stepped forward to meet him, drawing his blade in a split second and clashing with his enemy’s weapon with such force that the sword went flying from his hands.
The man didn’t have second to react as Oni followed up with a vicious downward swipe, cleaving into the man’s shoulder and sending blood spurting up and out. The thug was dead before he hit the mud.
Oni raised his left hand, free from the hilt of his sword, and summoned a ghastly red glow from his fingertips, a red wisp of smoke emanating from said finger and into the mouth of the now dead bandit. Reemerging from the opening came a blue wisp with a red tail, which landed on Oni’s palm and dissipated.
The four other men stood in silence, both frightened and shocked, at seeing their leader cut down and so hastily disposed of. The next in the line looked back towards his fellow bandits, then pointed his sword at Oni, “What are you doing?! Get him!” He roared.
The group rushed forward, all raising their swords to strike down onto Oni’s head. Steel cut through the pouring rain, and clanged off another blade. The samurai, his sword now fully drawn, growled beneath his mask. With minimum effort, Oni pushed the swords up and away from himself, using his own momentum to swing his odachi up, around, and through the now vulnerable men’s necks.
Four heads fell to mud and rolled away. Oni followed the same pattern as last time, raising his left hand and summoning the ghastly glow, this time four wisps of the same red smoke flying off and into the mens’ bodies. Four blue wisps came back, and attached themselves to Oni before sinking back through his skin.
The taller than average warrior cleaned his steel before sheathing it once again. Without a word, Oni turned and left the scene of the fight, if it could be called that, the rain spattering mud up onto his armor and shoes.
Battles (Click to Show)