[color=gray][indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/xD2YEFH.png[/img] [color=black][sub][h1]「らいねんのことをいうとおにがわらう」[/h1][/sub] [sup][sup][sup][h1]R A I N E N N O K O T O O I U T O [color=white]O N I[/color] G A W A R A U[/h1][/sup][/sup][/sup]i f y o u t a l k o f n e x t y e a r , d e m o n s w i l l l a u g h[/color][/center] [indent][color=black][b][color=white]N[/color] A M E[/b][/color] [indent]He introduces himself as "onikuma", although that is presumably not his given name. [indent]demon; ogre ([b]鬼[/b]) [color=white][b]|[/b][/color] ([b]熊[/b]) bear [color=white]鬼熊。[/color][/indent][/indent] [color=black][b][color=white]A[/color] G E[/b][/color] [indent]Thirty-one.[/indent] [color=black][b][color=white]A[/color] P P E A R A N C E[/b][/color] [indent]Onikuma is, purely in the literal sense, a giant among men. To say that he stands at twice the height of a grown man is only a slight exaggeration, and the same could be comfortably said for his width. He is a lumbering mass of bulging muscle clad in dense fat and hair as if the child of a rikishi and a bear. He is known to carry his own chopsticks that, put together, could come to the length of a fishing rod, as conventional chopsticks simply do not fit in his burly hands. He is strictly bold with a wirey beard, but in an act of embracing his form, he is known to wear an elaborate theater mask depicting an oni where it isn't an inconvenience. Likewise, he is known to clad his arms and chest in leathers and wood for protection. Other than assorted pouches and pockets, he is known to hang three scabbards from his belt. Of the three, two carry a katana and a wakizashi, as if to allude to some higher social status. The third is a more elaborate scabbard bearing an odachi, a comically large sword that matches his figure. [/indent] [color=black][b][color=white]P[/color] E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color] [indent]Through layers of apathy and stoicism, there is an honorable man somewhere in Onikuma, but it would certainly take some effort to find. Onikuma is something of a barbarian or a brute. He is known to speak with his mouth full, to cuss and curse when it pleases him, and to enjoy alcohol and other pleasures. He mingles with burakumin without concern and sometimes even threatens those who take issue. At a glance, he is not afraid of dirtying his hands if it is convenient and he happily benefits from the impact of his appearance on smaller and lesser folk. Yet beneath all of that, beneath the brash demeanor of the man, lies some manner of the bushido teachings. He swears and even taunts, yet rarely strikes out of anger; he has overturned oxen and wagons to extort the smallfolk, yet he has never laid a hand on them without cause; and he has certainly made a bloody mess of evil men who saw fit to cross simpler folk, even after making a profit off their misdeeds. Once, many winters ago, Onikuma was a man with a name he shared and a lord he served. In the years since he has shed his status as samurai to become ronin, a wandering sword that wakes each day more jaded than the last, but beneath his adapted demeanor, there is a samurai somewhere.[/indent] [color=black][b][color=white]S[/color] T R E N G T H S[/b][/color][/indent] [center][color=black]E S S E N C E O F T H E O N I[/color][/center] [indent][indent]A towering figure adorned in leather and steel, clad in the mask of a demon; a mask that is more symbolic than Onikuma wants to know. There is little that needs to be said on his effect on most smaller folk. Some can hardly tell him apart from the feral spirits supposedly tormenting the countrysides, whether there or in the cities. Yet there is more than the intimidation: Onikuma is full of anger, anger that possesses him and drives him forward in a coarse haze in battle. In his rage, pain becomes distant and inconvenient, but his foes trend to come nearer. There is dishonour in his lack of discipline where it becomes apparent, but there is honour in victory.[/indent][/indent] [center][color=black]E S S E N C E O F T H E B E A R[/color][/center] [indent][indent]Onikuma is a hulking mass of muscle and fat and he abuses it for all it is worth. His strength is borderline inhuman and his endurance is certainly not something to ignore. With his own two hands, he has upturned loaded wagons, snapped the barrels of firearms in half, and torn grown men in two. Likewise, he has been stabbed, shot, burned, and bashed, all to little effect on his raging warpath even when the attacks evade or negate his armor. The name "Onikuma" is a name he adopted, but not a name he made.[/indent][/indent] [indent][color=black][b][color=white]W[/color] E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color][/indent] [center][color=black]A M A N S T I L L L O S T[/color][/center] [indent][indent]Ronin, burakumin, scum - these are all words that have described Onikuma on his travels. For all of his brawn and his rage, he is not often welcomed by society where he might find it. Villages have rallied to drive him out by fire and fork and soldiers have mustered to drive him away from more respectable folk should he come too near or too often; often fairly so. He certainly does little to remedy this problem, if anything at all. To this end, his lot as a wandering sword is not as voluntary as he might suggest.[/indent][/indent] [center][color=black]A B E A R ' S G R A C E[/color][/center] [indent][indent]A bear cannot approach a fox unnoticed, let alone any cat or dog. Okimura, for all of his might, is a slow, lumbering mass that clanks and bellows as he goes. Before he can twist to strike, a smaller man may cut him a number of times, then weave about him before he can face him again. Furthermore, where a discrete approach is advised, Okimura is strictly not suitable. If he can manage to find a place to hide, he certainly won't do it quietly.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]