(Terribly sorry to [@Eisenhorn] if he's gotten the PM's, and this ends up being spam. For some reason it's showing none of my PM's as going through, so I figured I'd toss the sheet out here just to be safe.)

Let me know how it looks/if anything doesn't fit or needs to be changed up!

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[hider=Ban Anri][b]Name:[/b] Ban Anri

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Appearance:[/b] Petite at a glance, Ban’s muscle is lean and unpronounced, usually hidden beneath long sleeves. She has wide, child-like green eyes and black hair that runs wild over her face and down to the middle of her back. Much of her torso, back, and parts of her arms and legs bear burns that blotch her porcelain skin in pink. 

[b]Equipment:[/b] Ban’s outfit consists of a white gi that runs into a black hakama. She wears a layered leather shoulder guard on her left arm that runs to her elbow, and a vambrace that covers her forearm. Overtop her outfit she wears a cloak that is clearly too big for her. It runs down to her ankles and pulls over her whole form easily. Cuts and burn marks mar the bottom of it, but the fabric as a whole remains intact.
She wields a nagamaki as her weapon, its handle wrapped in plain black silk with a circular guard of the same color. The sheath has a steel frame on its blade-side laid into the leather, but otherwise bears no inscriptions or other defining features.

[b]Skills:[/b] Ban understands how to wield the nagamaki surprisingly well, able to swing and maneuver the blade with practiced expertise. However she has only ever sparred with her brother, having never faced a hostile opponent. As such, most of her combat skill could be filed under “theoretical experience”. 
She is however quite agile, even with the blade at her hip she’s quick and light on her feet. 

[b]History:[/b] [i]”You must draw your blade for only two reasons, to clean it and to bloody it.”[/i]

Ban’s mother passed as a result of her birth, due to complications. Her father did not resent her for the incident, but instead grew incredibly protective of his children, forbidding his son from continuing as a soldier, and his daughter from ever so much as holding a blade. Neither sibling was happy with their father’s choice, and Ban’s elder brother decided that if he could not serve Daimyo Hattori, then he would at least defend his family. In secret he taught his sister all he knew, and as she grew as a student, he grew as a teacher. By the time she was a young lady Ban could handle a blade nearly as well as her brother.
Inevitably their father discovered that they were training, but it was that very night that the Daimyo Sadayu marched on the north with his terrible army. Their home was set aflame and collapsed upon Ban and her father, burying them under a veritable pyre for most of the battle. When she climbed free Sadayu’s forces had moved on, her father buried and dead, and her brother not far from the rubble, lying in a pool of his own blood. His lasts words were raspy and unintelligible, but he handed her his sword and gestured for her to leave. So, taking his cloak to cover her burns and strapping the sword to her hip, Ban ran the only way that made sense, after Hattori’s heir.[/hider]