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[color=silver][h1][i]Soga Emishro[/i][/h1]
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[color=silver][h2][b]Backstory[/b][/h2][/color]
	When Soga Emishro was first brought into the world by his Hunter mother, and human father, his warrioress mother began to see her life of violence and endless fighting, though noble in its pursuit secondary to her desire to raise of a family. Soga Namomai was her given name, and she was young, and had only just recently attained the rank of Nenshouha leaving many in the Hunter's order to question her motivations for cowardice, or even disloyalty against her sacred oath and ancient lineage. She remained a Hunter for two years more on her friend's urging, but loathed departing from her young son and newborn daughter on missions, not knowing whether she would return to them, and having to constantly lie to her husband with feeble explanations for her extended absences. At last Namomai could bare the stress no more and opted to retire from service altogether, even if it meant giving up the life and powers she loved for the people she loved. Branded a traitor she was excommunicated and barred from ever using her powers of life giving again. She deigned it a good time to leave the hustle and bustle of city-life where so many memories lurked, and moved with her burgeoning family to a small plot of grazing land, starting up a cattle ranch in the mountains where they might live in peace.

	Although he knew nothing of his wife's abandoned secret life, or the mysterious Youkai that threatened the world, Soga Emishro's father worked hard to provide for his small yet growing family, and was successful in his simple work. Never once did he suspect his son would grow into fiery young hunter destined for a life of battle. Namomai watched with pride and dread as her son showed signs of inheriting her powers, until at least she could deny it no more and began training him in the ways she saw fit, contrary to what she learned from the Hunters' Order. She taught him to fight and use the sword, but to never draw his blade in anger or conceit. She taught the eager Emishro how to manifest his powers, how to control them with the proper reverence demanded of him. Emishro was both smart and mature for his age, a quiet and rational young boy who took his mother's lessons to heart and adopted them into his daily life. Yet the boy's blood burned with the fire of male youth, and he longed to use his powers to fight the Youkai as his mother once did. Nevertheless he respected his mother's wishes, remaining on the farm and helping his father with the ranch, whilst training by night and in secret with his mother, always wearing the limiter as Namomai required. 

	Despite her care in keeping him hidden, and the remote and small community within which they lived Namomai could not keep her son secret from the Hunters forever. Emishro was discovered, and when the Hunters came they demanded he either give up using his powers forever, or join them so that he could be trained "properly." Faced with such a difficult choice in abandoning his newfound powers Emishro asked for three days to deliberate, which was granted. Emishro spent those three days in heavy internal debate, wondering whether he should make the same choice as his mother forfeiting his birthright, or take the oath. Finally on the eve of his final day he told Namomai of his final decision, which to his surprise she accepted, asking only that he remember what she taught him, and to never dishonor his family. Then she presented him with the Soga Sword, the heirloom whose bloody story went back farther than written or oral history could even recall. When sheathed within its charm it appeared as nothing more than a tiny penknife, but when drawn shone like frozen fire. It was a simple weapon of the Samurai, a single edged cutting blade, with a rounded guard and a two handed black leather bound hilt, but in its simplistic nature rested a deadly beauty.

	Emishro accepted the gift with grace, before embracing his mother, abandoning all semblances of reservedness. The next day he departed, telling his father and little sister he would be attending a school for gifted learners in the big city, which was entirely true, even if it left much untold. The entire thing lay far beyond where Emishro had ever ventured before. It was a tearful goodbye when Emishro left, his little sister jealous and heartbroken at his sudden departure, his father confused and sadden by how fast his son was growing up, and a dreading Namomai, who knew the truth and the danger Emishro was getting himself into.

	The Hunters soon discovered Emishro was already familiar with his powers, and possessed the skills of a competent warrior. They determined he would need little formal tutoring and decided to place him in the Hunter's Club, where other young Hunters might keep an eye on him and where Emishro could continue advancing his own abilities with the aid of his peers. The next day they put him on a train with directions, a few hundred yen bills, and an uncertain future in the Hunters Club.  

[color=silver][h2][b]Hunter Power[/b][/h2][/color]	[color=silver][b]Healing _ Gift[/b][/color]
	
	Very much a supporting role Emishro's powers are all externally based, allowing him to affect others, nearby or at small ranges if they are in sight while giving him no capacity to affect himself or his own hurts. As the name implies Emishro can heal others with ease ranging from terrible life threatening wounds and diseases, to minor coughs or bruises. He can also imbue other gifts, affecting skill or personality of those he chooses to impart his gift upon, making them more skilled fighters or charismatic speakers, or even craftier thinkers than they normally would be. The affects are not permanent except for the healing, and Emishro must maintain eye contact on, or in the case of healing physical contact with the subject in order for the magic to do its work. Furthermore Emishro cannot restore life, nor heal someone who is already dead. While any surface whether transparent such as water, or a person viewed through a visual display cannot be affected by his gift.

[color=silver][h2][b]Heirloom[/b][/h2][/color]
	It is a simple sword, a weapon of the old Samurai passed down for generations from Hunter to Hunter. It is plain steel, and though it seems to shine brighter than any sword should its blue-grey metal gives off no light. A circular steel guard protects the hand, and upon it chiseled into the metal is a rough inscription in some long lost forgotten language, presumably the weapon's original name. Its hilt is made of wood, replaced countless times over the centuries and re-wrapped in black leather cured and gathered from Emishro's own childhood home. The weapon is nothing more than a sword in the hands of most, but when wielded by Emishro it absorbs the blood of enemies and gives him restoration equal to the wound it delivered. Presumably a deathblow could even restore Emishro's life, though it is unknown, as it is near impossible to test. 


[color=silver][h3][b]Skill[/b][/h3][/color] 
	Raised in the mountains in a rural community Emishro is accustomed to hard and rustic work. He can handle most animals including cattle, sheep, and chickens, while also being able to saddle and ride horses. His home cooking could use some serious work, but he knows how to hunt and skin a deer and angle a fish and cook both over a fire. Besides practical outdoors knowledge he has become quite good at getting an old engine to run, at least for a few miles after preforming the task several hundred times on the beat up old family truck.

[color=silver][h3][b]Limiter/Charm[/b][/h3][/color] 
	Emishro's limit is a pair of glasses, whose lenses prevent his powers from manifesting. The can be easily removed and slipped into his pocket should the need arise, as he does need to wear them in order to see. His charm is a sheath for his sword, which transforms the weapon into a small penknife, which when drawn materializes into a full sword and scabbard.

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