Name: Yosoken Senshi
Age: 25 as a Mundane, 523 real age.
Occupation: Cage fighter
Kaifuku Role: Martial Artist
Mundane Identity: Senshi uses his real name as his mundane name.
Race: Rakshasha- This race are large, six-armed creatures who are heavily depicted in Hindu and Buddhism as brutish cannibals. However, Rakshasha can be both good and evil. Senshi is a good Rakshasha. They can be sound and reasonable, but if they let loose too much in a battle, it can often result in chaos. However, they make up for their recklessness in speed and power. They also have one further ability. Upon his six hands, there are tattoos which represent six elements. His fists can manifest an element around them. Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Ice and Lightning. The only issues are that he cannot use these at range and the more he uses at the same time, the slower he becomes. Rakshasha do not have an innate ability to tap into magical forces such as Ki, so their body has to compensate the more and more they use. Oh, and he's not cannibalistic.
Senshi is 6' 1", and weighs 190 lbs.
Reputation: Senshi is admired for his strength and skill in hand-to-hand combat. However, he can be seen as very aloof and single minded. He's often seen dismissing entire fights because he doesn't believe the opponent is good enough and will completely disregard the thing entirely. This makes him come across as egotistical to the rest of the group. However, he's always open when it comes to fighting, and loves to practice hand-to-hand combat in training with the others. He's also seen meditating through calm forms of shadow boxing or katas.
Personality: Outside of fighting, Senshi is calm and he likes to discuss matters with people. He does not necessarily shy away from conversation. However, due to his reputation, he's made himself seem quite distant due to not wanting to deal with small fry. Becoming stronger is all he truly cares about. Every opportunity he can take to train, spar and fight, he will take. Often enough, he'll end up out of his depth because of this head-first nature. He can be philosophical at times, often like a wandering warrior monk.
Weapons: His fists! Senshi doesn't use weapons. He can deliver a huge flurry of rapid blows without using his elemental abilities. However, on their own, they're not useful against armoured foes. That's when his elemental abilities come in. Each fist can encase themselves in their chosen element, but the more he uses, the slower he gets, but the damage output increases. He prefers to use two at the most but can use more. He likes to combo them together to create stunning attacks. However, against armoured or ranged foes, Senshi will struggle.
Equipment: "Bah! What use have I for equipment when I can dispatch a foe with a single fist?"
Fighting Style: Fists! Fists! More fists! Oh, and a few kicks in there sometimes. Senshi is trained in all manners of hand-to-hand combat techniques, including mixed martial arts, karate, wrestling, kickboxing and even regular boxing. While this lacks any sort of range compared to a weapon, it's very effective. Quick strikes to wear an opponent down, and then finish them off with a powerful blow if it's necessary.
Skills: Fighting analyst- When watching a battle, Senshi is very good at reading strengths, weaknesses and tactics. He uses this to create effective tactics that he will either use himself or shout out to an ally if he's on the sideline.
Work horse- Having remarkable strength and six arms, physical labour is a cinch for Senshi, especially when it comes to lifting, pushing or dragging things.
Multi-tasker- Having six arms have it's merits. He can potentially hold six things at once. If he wasn't a fighter, he'd make a great receptionist. Also, he gives really great massages *wink wink*.
Lore: Legends tell of a monstrous, terrifying warrior who strided across the earth in search for his next, greatest challenge. Many dare not approach this demon, for fear of their skulls being crushed by his bare hands. However, their fears were mostly baseless. Those who were brave enough to approach this beast of man became surprised. While his voice was low, his tone was calming, and serene. Many gathered around him as he told tales of battling huge serpents or searing holes through the chests of bandits.
Then the next day, the six-armed warrior would be seen in the horizon leaving. Many would never see him again, not unless their cries for help were that desperate.
One day, the travelling warrior came across a crying man. He was next to an overturned caravan and the body of a woman and child. The warrior approached this man, who stumbled back and cowered in fear before the opposing monster. "Please! I have nothing else left! They took everything!" The man begged and pleaded. A couple of moments passed before, the traveller spoke. "Be calm, old man. I am not here to take anything. Where did they go?" He requested. The old merchant pointed a shaky finger west, and so the warrior set off. Before he departed, the demon turned over his shoulder. "Wait here for two days, and I shall return with what I can find."
Two days later, the old man cupped his hand over his eyes to shield his vision from the sunlight. A six-armed figure came into view, holding six crates underneath each arm. The merchant was shocked. "How did you make it out alive? They would've surely ran you down if you carried all those?" He questioned. The demon simply smirked. "Quite simple. Who can run you down if there is no one to give chase?" With that, the merchant did not ask anymore, knowing full well what the demon meant. The boxes were set down, and the caravan put back onto it's wheels.
"But great warrior! What am I to do? I have no horses to pull my carriage?" The merchant asked. The unarmed warrior simply continued to load the cart. "Give me just one fruit to eat everyday, and I will pull your cart." The warrior proclaimed. The man looked in disbelief, but what other choice did he have? After saying goodbye to his buried family, the two set off.
The whole journey took seven days. Just as the monster had promised, he only ate one piece of fruit each day, and that was his only time of rest. However, as the sun just began to set on the seventh day, the tired warrior pulled the cart to the merchant's home. "Brave warrior! I am nothing but impressed by your feat! But I must ask one more question before you leave. Why?" The wispy shopkeep asked curiously. Once again, a few moments passed before the demon answered.
"Old man. I do not sit by and idly watch innocent people be hurt just for the mere gains of others. I push myself knowing that the stronger I get, the more people I can help, and the more challenges I can conquer. Old man, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to challenge myself by pulling your cart for you. May you find peace and solace."
Waving goodbye, the six-armed warrior walked off into the sunset, not only with the satisfaction of helping someone and the bettering of his body, but a rather generous bundle of food too.