Hope it's okay if I make two characters? :)

[center][b]Matsudaira, Kaito[/b]
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[hider=Information][b]Name:[/b] Matsudaira, Kaito.

[b]Faction:[/b] Matsudaira.

[b]Position/Profession:[/b] By all accounts a member of the family.

[b]Age:[/b] Twenty (20).

[b]Gender:[/b] Male.

[b]Items:[/b] 
The only item Kaito keeps on him is his Katana, [url=https://lh6.ggpht.com/-10IRbeOcOsfiRFzWOKnQlj6hGdUS4VfXSVzUfGj_angE5foItmPEnORxfCctrqfroE=h310]Shijima no tachi[/url]. An incredibly well made blade that needs very little maintenance, though that does not stop Kaito from meticulously cleaning and sharpening the blade.

[b]Abilities:[/b] 
There is not any one trait of Kaito's that sticks out more then the other. He was trained to be very well rounded in all aspects of his skill. Even though he holds no over powering strength he also holds no observable weakness.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Kaito is a rather somber and melancholy individual. He isn't one to ramble on or try and fill the silence; as he in fact rather enjoys the silences. Most would probably find him rather wise and humble, kind hearted to a fault. Though he rarely gets over invested in someone else's affairs. Kaito is very much aware and receptive to his surroundings, a calm demeanor that is rarely shaken or found off guard. 

[b]Biography:[/b] 
If anyone were to ask Kaito, or anyone else in the Matsudaira Clan, they would tell you he is son to the clan head. Though in truth Kaito was just an orphan, shivering in an alley way win the Matsudaira clan head happened upon the boy. Kaito never knew why he decided to stop and take him. Whether for pity or having seen something in him, Kaito never asked. He was to weak to protest, to hungry to care where he was being taken as long as there was the smallest thought of food. Kaito first thought he was being taken into servitude as a house servant. But soon after he arrived he received food and drink, a warm place to sleep. The next day he was awoken by a sturdy man named Zobu kicking his mat, telling him he needed to get up and head to the court yard. Scurrying to his feed he quickly fumbled outside and was nearly about to make a run for it. But the harsh and deep boom of the mans voice halted him with a resolute [i]'Stop.'[/i] and Kaito could not move. The man then came around to the front of young Kaito, explaining how Kaito was now a student of the Matsudaira clan. He made a strong point of making sure Kaito knew how lowly he was seen and how he did not understand why the Master would waste his time on a runt. But alas he was tasked to train the boy to become strong.

Kaito was hesitant at first, knowing the pains one must go through to become a Samurai. But it was no less worse then living on the street. So he took the bokken into his small hands and began his training. Kaito was not naturally gifted, it took much longer for him to start developing the proper muscles, to learn the techniques. He never stopped pushing himself to the brink, never stopping until his feet could not carry him any longer. His hands nearly blistered to a point that they were unrecognizable behind the blood and tattered bindings to keep his grip. The boy often covered in bruises and marks. He worked through the broken ribs, hands and arms. The sprained ankles, twisted knees. Nothing stopped the boy and it slowly gained the respect of Zobu, despite his terribly skill her admired the determination Kaito put force.

During this time Kaito spent a lot of time with Master Matsudaira. He instilled many wise words upon the young boy. Often inviting Kaito to sit in the garden with him to meditate. Teaching him to keep a clear mind at all times. To this day Kaito couldn't tell you the countless lessons he learned from the Master, but Kaito is the living embodiment of his teachings.

It took many years but finally Kaito's muscles developed, his footing became correct, his grip strong and his technique without flaw. Finally Kaito was starting to shape into a proper Samurai. And to this very day Kaito relentlessly trains. 

[b]Relationship:[/b] 
TBD.[/hider]

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[center][b]Tokunaga, Masaru[/b]
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[hider=Information][b]Name:[/b] Tokunaga, Masaru

[b]Faction:[/b] Kabuki-Mono.

[b]Position/Profession:[/b] Ronin.

[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Seven (27).

[b]Gender:[/b] Male.

[b]Items:[/b] 
-Several small blades hidden around his body.
-Slender pipe and tobacco.
-[url=http://i1280.photobucket.com/albums/a493/RandomPhotoPlace/Creatures%20and%20Gear/41gLG0PukLL_SS500__zps0e4c86f5.jpg]Odoroki no ken[/url]: A straight bladed katana hidden within a cane. The blade is thinner than most katana, made for faster and more accurate strikes. Though because of this it cannot take a direct blow, at all.

[b]Abilities:[/b] 
Masaru focuses almost solely on speed, agility and accuracy. Often times people have described his fighting as a blur, the untrained eye often unable to keep up with his nearly blindingly fast motions. Because of this Masaru is rather weak, in any grand sense, so taking direct heavy blows even with a held defense would leave him rather damaged and disoriented. So often Masaru resorts to tactical evasion with his speed and agility making it a rather easy task. 

(Note: Masaru has the strength of the average adult man in peak health. So try not to think he is a weakling, his strength is just nothing special.)

[b]Personality:[/b]
Masaru, despite his position in the world, is a rather charming and seeming higher class man. Though behind this is a deceptive arrogance that leads him to delusions of grandeur. It is rare for Masaru to think someone equal to him. But alas not many see this side of him, often hidden behind a mask of kindness and charm most anyone would not expect the dagger in their back once Masaru found them no longer use.

Why Masaru has developed this facade of charm is because of his appearance. Since birth most had thought him to be an Oni, his blonde hair and almost red eyes. So through his growing he learned to win people over with charm and silk words. Eventually this lead him to find people rather dumb and beneath him, being so easily won over by simple words and forced smiles. This slowly leading him to his grandiose complex. His hard earned skill no help in his self-view.

[b]Biography:[/b] 
Born to a street Urchin and a father unknown little was expected of the white hair and red eyed boy. Most thought the boy was a demon, but in truth he was just a boy with a pigment condition. Growing up Masaru had nothing handed to him, his mother to mad to really pay him any attention and his appearance seeming to warrant scorn left him rather isolated. He was often picked on, push to the ground and kicked, being called a freak or whatever other cruel names the other children could think up. Masaru just wanted people to like him, to treat him better then this. So he learned how to charm people, get them what they want and get on their good side. It took several years but slowly he won them over, one after the other until he was loved by the other children. He began to think about how easy it was to flip these simple minded mongrels minds just by kind words and actions. How easy it was to completely change them to what he wanted. And thus began his spiral into delusions of grandeur.

Many years later a grand sword master bumped into Masaru, him turning around and putting on the charm. Trying to win him over like he did everyone else, but he saw through the facade and his true identity. Intrigued he decided to offer Masaru an apprenticeship under his tutelage, seeing a natural gift in the boy and wanted to sculpt it into something greater. Though little did he know the true extent of his evil. Masaru trained under the man tirelessly, he was naturally gifted in the fast sword style. Easily picking up the advanced techniques of finishing an opponent in one blinding strike. And maybe Masaru was too naturally gifted as after many, many years he began to feel the master could no longer teach him anything new, he cut his throat in his sleep. Not wanting anyone else with the same technique to be competition.

That is when he returned to Satu. Having left a boy and returned a grown man, that same wickedly charming grin pasted across his lips. He then went to the Kabuki-Mono, picking a fight with a renowned fighter and cutting him down with a blindingly fast strike. A tactical decision to get the attention of the leader of the Kabuki-mono, and it worked. Having displayed his skill he then offered his blade in service, for one condition. To be his right hand man and one day successor. And thus begins Masaru's story.

[b]Relationship:[/b]
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