Name: Musashi
Abilities: He is a skilled swordsman who wields a modified katana that houses a gem in the pommel that, magically imbuing the sword with fire magic that super heats the blade to make it glow red, allowing him to cut through stuff like plate armor or other stuff swords usually can't cut through. He also his above average strength, speed, and reflexes, roughly three times of the average man, due vast amount of experience from his training and fighting. He also wears a wristband on his right hand to defend himself against elemental attacks by putting up an energy type barrier.
Weaknesses: Although his wristband can shield him from elemental attack, the shield can only last for so long and will be destroyed if the attack is too strong. The shield also does not protect him against non elemental attacks or weapons. He also has trouble against ranged weapons like bows, crossbows, and even firearms.
About/Story: As a baby, he was abandoned by his parents and was left at a orphanage with no name and was raised there for seven years. One day, after not not being able to be adopted, he ran away to to try and make his own life instead of having one come to him. After a few days, he walked deep through a forest near where he ran away from, hungry and tired from lack of food and sleep. As he collapsed near a stream, an elderly man walked up to him and gave him water and some cured meat to revitalize the young boy. With nowhere to go, he followed the man back to his small house in the woods, deciding to stay with him for the time being. During his stay, he learned that this man was an old warrior monk from long ago and was the last of his kind due to more modern times and lack of a need for fighting monks. He decided to stay longer due to the old man not kicking him out and allowing him to stay, and considered the old man as a parent figure. One day, on their way to a small village, they saw a bunch of bandits attacking a trader's caravan outside of the town. The old monk approached them to get their attention, scaring the boy for he feared that he might be killed, and the bandits turned to attack him. In a short instant, the monk, armed with nothing but his walking stick, defeated the bandits and sent them away, making the boy watch in awe at his skill. As he surveyed the damage the bandits made, the boy begged the monk to train him so he can help people and stop evil acts like this. The monk reluctantly agreed due to him wanting to pass his teachings to someone and not letting his way of life die off. For fourteen years, the old man trained the boy in the ways of martial arts, swordsmanship, and gave him an education as well so he can be more than just a swordsman. During that time, he took the name of Musashi so that he can have a name of his own and an identity of his own. At the age of twenty one, the monk had taught him everything and bestowed him a katana that he held onto called the Seigi No Ken, the Sword of Justice. Armed with this and the knowledge he was given, he gave the monk his thanks and said his goodbyes, then went off on his journey to help people he meets on his travels. After three years of traveling, he gets stronger and wiser with each battle and still continues on his mission of helping the anyone he comes across to bring peace.
Personality: He has a strong urge to help people in trouble, especially families for he know what it's like to not have a family. He is compassionate, caring, and will do anything for any friend he makes. However, because or this, he usually ends up doing things without thinking if it involves helping his friends. He is also confident in his skills to know that whatever he gets involved with, he'll come out alive. And he is also easily angered when people he cares about are harmed or threatened. But what is most known is that he has an extreme hatred for wicked and evil people and swears to stop evil as much as he can, and will not stop until he succeeds.
Appearance: Musashi is a twenty four year old that stands tall at roughly six feet tall and weighs about one hundred and ninety pounds or so, and has an average built which is not too muscular and not too skinny. He also his short dark brown hair, green eyes, and tanned skin due to all the time he spent outside training. For apparel, he wears black leather boots, blue denim jeans, a black leather belt to hold his sword, a red T-shirt with the kanji for Bushido in black on the chest, a silver wristband with a aquamarine on his right wrist, and wears a light brown leather full body coat to hide the sword in public.
Demo:
As he walks along a dirt path, he enjoys the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze of a beautiful day. He surveys and smiles at the scenery of endless green grasslands with the occasional giant rocks along the way. He reaches into his brown leather backpack and pulls out a pack of beef jerky to snack on, then puts it away so he can grab his flask as take a sip of water from it. After a while, he notices some motion behind some big rocks and and puts his flask away before continuing to walk forward ever so cautiously.
As soon as he gets close enough to the rocks, four men pop out from behind them and soon surround the traveler. These men seem to be bandits, armed with clubs for all but one who wields an ax. He notices the the ax wielder is larger then the others, more muscular while the other three look more scrawny, insinuating that the bigger one may be the leader. All of them can be seen wearing similar clothing, including jean pants, leather boots, and black leather jackets. Soon, the leader, who towers over the traveler by at least a foot, takes a step towards him and gives off a big grin, lifting his ax and resting it on his right shoulder as he speaks.
"Hey there traveler, it seems you've ran into some trouble. You see, me and my boys here control this path here and require that you pay a toll to continue on your journey. It's nothing extreme, just your money, food, water....Essentially all your possessions. And don't think about trying to run away or fight back, because if you do....." The three other men slowly encircle traveler some more and tap their clubs into their left hands while the leader does the same with his ax. "Well, let's just say we'll get the items either way."
He sighs as he looks at the leader, his left hand moving his jacket to the side so he can reveal his sword at his waist and rests his left hand on the sheath. He studies the leader, then his his crew, and then back at him. "I'm going have to decline your generous offer for I need my things. However, I suggest that you do not try to assault me for you will be soundly defeated. In fact, I won't even need to draw my sword to win."
Perplexed and annoyed by what the traveler said, the bandit leader sneers a bit and lifts his ax into the air with both hands. "Don't mock me you runt!" He then brings his ax down for a chopping attack, hoping to cleave the man's head in two.
Keeping his hand on the sheath, he pulls it out, without drawing his swords, and stops the ax in mid attack by hitting the bottom of it with the pommel of his katana. This shocked the bandit leader, but he didn't have time to react for the traveler takes a step forward with his right foot and delivers a right uppercut to the man's jaw. This knocks him backwards and makes him land on his back, dazed and groggy.
Shocked by this as well, the other three bandits hesitated to do anything to the man who took down their leader. After a long minute, one of them then lifts his club into the air with both hands and yells as he charges the man from behind. Seeing this happen, the other two soon charge at his sides at the same time.
Noticing this happening as well, he swings his left arm back and hits the bandit behind him in the face with the end of his sheath, sending his off his feet and landing flat on his back. He then turns his attention to the guy on his right, swiftly lifting up his right leg and delivering a right side kick to the bandit's chest to knock him down as well. With two down, he turns to the final one and leaps of the ground with his left foot and delivers a right knee to the guy's face to take him down as well.
As he lands on his feet, he sees all four men down and out, he places his katana back onto his belt and starts to walk past them. He then decides to give them advice as he walks away. "Although you men have committed great sins, I am willing to spare you so that you may try to repent for all the wrongs you did." Soon, he hears grunting behind him and looks over, seeing the men trying to get up. They all have a look of rage in their eyes, all focused on him.
Between gasps of air, the leader speaks to the man who whipped him. "Don't show pity on us. Out here, it's survival of the fittest. And weak willed people like you...." As he soon gets to his feet, he and his men run towards and leap at the man who spared them in the attempt of a four man leap attack. "DESERVE TO DIE!"
Sighing at how the men rejected his offer, he grabs the sheath with his left hand and places his right hand on the handle of the sword. He quickly turns to face the bandits and draws the blade at blinding speed, slashing them all with one swing. A red line can be seen along the torsos of all the men and they soon burst into flames, screams can be heard as they are burned alive. As they burn, their last image before death takes them is a man who wields a sword where the blade seems to be glowing red. The man lets the blade cool down before sheathing it, then walks away and never looks back. Only when the screams have stopped and the bodies turn to ash does he look back and sigh one last time. "Seems that wicked men like that will never change.....But I will change that one day." He then continues to walk down the path and continue on with his mission for a better world.
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