Name: "I'm Takeshi Ryuu. Call me what you will."

Profession: "I work as a mercenary."

Age: "I'm 34"

Appearance: [url=http://s430.photobucket.com/user/dracorath/media/AQW%20Pictures/DragonKnight2.jpg.html]Ryuu[/url]

Preferred Weapon: "I call it The Stomach Churner. The barbs along its striking end leave virtually no survivors. I carry my military identification as well as the proper permits in a small pouch on my bandolier." 

Hometown: "I'm from Euskadtcha, the city of warriors and wine."

History: "Born in Euskadtcha to a merchant and a fisherman, I wasn't particularly special as a child, or as a young soldier. I fought a few battles, drew some blood, but my service and my childhood were neither exciting nor unique. It wasn't until after I retired that I realized I missed the feeling of battle, but not the strict discipline of military life. Deciding to become a mercenary, I found that it wasn't as simple as I thought: my abilities, my life and a chunk of my morality were for sale. Still are, really.

This was acceptable. I was never asked to outright betray my beliefs for a good few years, until one bastard found my price: my own damn life. The choice was simple: murder a man who had wronged him, or lose my own life. Why this lunatic would threaten a trained soldier, I'll never know. The primary reason for this being the fact that I skewered him before he could finish his sentence, a small dagger in his hand. Immediately alerting the guard, I sat in jail until the matter was looked into, and was released by the end of the third day. Wasn't fun, but hey, I'm still kicking and that guy isn't.

Nothing changed. I continued my work and my life, the knowledge that living was not at the cost of my soul a constant comfort. 

Why you've taken up the quest: "I...accidentally set a house alight during a job, killing an innocent family. Most people thought it was just a simple accident, but I decided to Commit Sudoku to atone for my sins. This is as much a matter of honor as it is a matter of clearing my soul. Nobody knows why I'm even doing it-the people who knew me just learned that I left to Commit Sudoku because of 'a personal failing that must be corrected.'"

Personality: "I'm a sellsword, and as such I gotta be willing to get my hands dirty. That being said, I have a conscious, and I got things he won't do. Typically, the job just deals with a lot of protecting people while they ship goods, or if they feel particularly paranoid about a certain individual targeting them. Sometimes I intimidate or harass people to make "protection" payments, and I get a cut. Sometimes I get sent to protect those same people. Those funds aren't just left in a coffer somewhere, no. All in all, I like to think I'm a decent person with the capability to stretch my moral code in order to make a living. Unless I get a feeling that my life or well-being are at stake, I don't go out and attack people. But I may make an exception if I get real angry."

Inventory: "I got a bandolier, goes from my right shoulder to the left side of my hip. Inside it I have my documentations, a first aid kit, a dagger, some money, and a pendant from my days in the military. Nobody touches that under threat of death. It means as much to me as my own life, and my reasons are my own."

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