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Name: Ryuteki Kangen 

Alias: Kushiro Takemono

Age: ???/26

Position: Musician 

Bounty: 50 mil

Appearance: 
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Personality: Music Loving, Always drinks, Will fight you over a children's card game, PTSD AF 

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	Ryuteki was from the Kangen family which serves the world government having controlled a small island. They were a music loving people and even though they were technically royals they still had to work for a living. The monarch didn't actually hold much power other than representing the country in the world arena. So they by trade were instrument makers. He learned to whittle flutes, make drums and carve stringed instruments. But being a foolish boy he dreamed of glory and was drawn to the battlefield despite his feeble constitution. He trained in a strange martial art from another country that worked with using the enemy's energy against them. 

	At 18 he joined the Marines as a hopeful young recruit. His name thankfully didn't give him any special permission and he rose through the ranks to become a captain at the young age of 20. From there he fought pirates and gained some renown. He visited home often and had a good relationship with his mother and father and younger sister. Believing his path to be the righteous one he wavered not in his daily duties and necessities. He would play the pipe aboard the ship to raise the moral of the sailors and strike fear into the hearts of wrongdoers. At least this is how it was for a mere 2 years. 

	When he was 22 he came across a strange incident. A ferocious pirate who looked like a panda had erupted on the scene doing incredibly cruel deeds. He was the most recent in a string of horrible criminals coming out of the woodwork lately and it seemed a strange pattern. Suddenly someone would suddenly crack and go on a criminal spree even if they had no real inkling of it before. He was dispatched to take care of this. The beast fought horribly not caring what injuries it took along the way. But after a long hard battle he eventually was captured and taken aboard. The beast was a hulking mass of muscle and instincts but now it was just a chained animal. It had refused all medical treatment and merely spit at anyone who went to question it. At least until Ryuteki went to talk with him. The battle had been a hard one but somehow Ryuteki got away without a scratch and managed to land several impressive blows onto the beast. Expecting to only be spit at like his subordinates he was taken aback greatly when the beast suddenly became very candid. Not only could it speak it could speak [i]eloquently[/i]. 

	He talked for hours with Ryuteki in a quid pro quo format confessing to every horrible deed he ever did and only asked Ryuteki for strange personal questions such as what his rank was, his birthday, if he had siblings, their names ect. By the end of this conversation which lasted hours the beast looked worse for wear and they were near docking. Getting up Ryuteki was going to go make his report with the full list of confessions and his own signature on them when suddenly everything went black. In a daze he opens his eyes to see....himself....getting up off the floor and brushing himself off. 

	"What?" Ryuteki said in a hoarse deep voice that was not his own. That was all he could get out before hacking up an impressive amount of blood and being rendered speechless by the pain the wracked his body. 

	"Oh this?" ryuteki's body said with that same eloquence the beast had spoke with. "Its my power. I can switch bodies with whoever I want. I took that nice meat sack out for a spin. I made sure to take some heavy wounds that are probably infected now so you won't have much time to enjoy it but the Minks were a fun ride. God this body is so ...weak. How did you even manage to wound me with this...flimsy build?" He watched in horror as his own body inspects itself and shows signs of disgust. "Oh well." It shrugged. "Its not like I will stay in this body for long. After I give my report I think I will go home, kill your family, set your house ablaze and switch bodies with someone as it collapses on top of me. I think that sounds a good plan how about you?" 

	Ryuteki tries to protest but its taking everything he has to stay coinscious. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream or an illusion or something! The last thing he remembered was his body laughing its way out of the room and then him being hoisted up to a platform. His hands were bound behind him and a rope was placed around his neck. Having not even the strength to fight it his knees began to sink. However he didn't see his own face in the crowd. 

	"Where is the accuser? Captain ryuteki?" "Seems he left early to be with his family. He left his testimony and he has been gone for several months. Seems its his sister's birthday tomorrow." "Good for him. He had a big smile on his face." The banter between the marines make it to his ears. They seemed, even in this state, to be more sensitive than his own human ears. A rage and fire burns in him and a strength ripples through him. The floor beneath him is dropped and he falls to what would be his death. With a fervor surpising to even him his new strong arms rip through the chains holding him and he breaks the rope before he reaches the end of it. Landing now and only half awake he bolts faster than he had ever ran before. The whole night his new legs took him to his ancestral home. 

	Scents of home filled his nostrils and tears nearly welled into him as he smelled blood along with it. He burst into the central ball room to find something horrific. His mother and father lay dead in a pool of blood and his own body standing there. Rage and hatred took over and he slammed his own body against the wall and dug into it with his claws. A killer instinct he never had before guided him as he ripped through his own flesh. 

	"Why...?" He hears his own weak voice one last time. "Brother why...?" Shivers shot through him like lighting as he heard a sweet but hideous laughter behind him. Whipping around his eyes fall upon his sister...but it wasn't his sister. Her facial expression and mannerisms didn't match her at all. Her tone of voice and the way her devilish eyes were like ice gave it away. 

	"Oh dear. You see I thought you would do something stupid like that. I saw you bursting through the gates and made preparations. Wow though. Killing your own little sister has got to be just the highlight of my night. And you killed your own body. You can't even get that back now." 

	The emptiness and horror that set in upon him during the revelation of what had happened simply surpassed  what his soul could endure. He could hear this madman speak in his sweet sister's voice but nothing sunk in. It couldn't. He was a sponge too full to absorb any more pain. A paralyzing rigor froze him in place. 

	"no...no..no...no...no" was all he could mutter. 

	"No? No I'm afraid its yes. Yes indeed. And unless you plan on ripping your little sister's lovely little body to bits I think I will take my leave." She winks at him once and pushes over a lantern which ignites nearby curtains which then spread to the rest of the house in moments. As the ceiling cave in and he is still unable to bring himself to move in this nightmare he spots the full moon. 

	He wakes up in an unfamiliar place face first in the dirt. Looking around it appears to be a forest of some kind on the other side of the Island his family ruled....or rather...used too. His wounds seemed just a bit better but still were untreated. This constitution was inhuman. Looking down at his paws with sharp claws and furry skin he noted he seemed inhuman. Stumbling through the forest he comes across a few huts with small boats. He checks the houses one by one only to find them abandoned. He smelled blood and avoided the hut that smelled most like blood. However having no choice he does finally look and sees what he did not want to see. Several dead bodies. Most are that of fishermen.  But one was his little sister's body. That nightmare where he looked into his own dying eyes and knowing she was in there. Knowing she suffered at these claws made him collapse to his knees. Vomiting he cried tears that wouldn't come the night before. 

	Unable to bear being on this hell of an island any further he grabbed a roll of bandage and set sail on one of the fishing boats. Everything was numb and he wasn't able to comprehend everything that had happened the night before. But he knew he was alive. He was alive in a strong body and he was going to find that son of a bitch.
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Abilities: Wu Shu martial arts. He is a master of re-directing energy and palm strikes. It also heavily relies on holds and pressure points. 

Weapons: Occasionally uses a staff but currently has no specific weapon

Techniques: 
Hurricane throw- A simple throw that takes the opponent off balance to displace them or throw them against the ground. 

Paw Palm Thrust- He delivers a crushing blow to the opponents torso with his palm to create a shockwave that deals a usually nonlethal but debilitating effect to the opponent. 

Chi Lock- By hitting strategic pressure points he can weaken an opponent by numbing part of their body. 


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