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The Golden age of Piracy

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"Your wound is shallow. But the fear in your eyes is deep. That... will take longer to cut out."

-Complete name: Kenji Takeda.
(The needle man | The butcher monk | Ghost-blood)
-Age: 28
-Nacionality: Part Japanese, part unknown.
-Position: Surgeon
Kenji brings mysterious Japanese customs, a deadly precision and a cold unnerving calmness to his surgery work.
When he is not stitching people up or apply medicinal herbs to wounds, he meticulously and ritualistically tending to the ship's weapons.
-Weapon:

Sword (Wakizashi)

“No blade drawn except in duty.”

Bo shuriken

Kunai knife

-Biography:

“My father bowed to no man. Not the Shogun, not the Crown, not the Devil himself. So tell me again... Why the hell should I bow to you?”

Kenji is a silent man with a storm behind his eyes — patient, observant, and burdened by thoughts he seldom voices. Though calm on the surface, he wrestles constantly with his own identity: a man born between worlds, searching for a place that feels like his own.

He was raised predominantly by his father and sensei, Shinobu “Ghostblade” Takeda — a dishonored ronin who fled Japan before the sakoku edicts sealed its borders. Shinobu's path from samurai to pirate was carved in hardship: slavery, mercenary work, and blood. In exile, he clung to the Bushidō code with desperate devotion, seeking redemption through discipline. But rather than teaching it with compassion, he enforced it like a blade — a master first, a father second.

Kenji’s childhood was shaped by drills, silence, and stern correction. Love was a lesson taught through pain and perfection. And though he never truly hated the old man, he never truly understood him either.

Now aged and retired, Shinobu lives a quiet life in solitude, wrestling with demons he no longer has the strength to fight. But Kenji still carries that burden — not just his father’s sword, but his legacy. And perhaps, one day, something of his honor.

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What happened to the discord?
Anyway, quick question. Is all our crew willing participants?
Haven't bolstered numbers from pirated merchant ships?

@Psycho Sushi

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Is this colour too hard to read?

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K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Below deck: (In a quiet corner)}
Interacting with: @Adeline Genevieve

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Privacy was a rare and fleeting (if not impossible) thing to find onboard a pirate ship, and Kenji's little corner was by no means private, but he had managed to carve out a small modicum of solitude in it. Two wooden walls, a barrel, a crate, a column of hammocks. While far from concealment, it at least offered a slight perimeter.

His moments of meditation had become accepted amongst the crew, even if not understood. It had taken grit and determination, enduring every mocking question and witty remark, (and the not so witty) to get here.

He had just about found a deeper level of focus, pushing aside the outside world, quietening the commotion above and the creaking footsteps that pass him by. Ignoring the beads of sweat that ran down his brow and back, when.
'Hello' The soft unsure feminine call pierced his attention, but not nearly as much as the silence that followed it. There was no one left to respond, no one but him. It would be an impolite selfishness to ignore it.

With a controlled exhale he open his eyes, resigned to defeat. Before gracefully standing he reach out and pinch the smouldering embers of the incense stick between finger and thumb, extinguishing it as it let off its final huff of scented smoke.
Like the match sticks, they were are rare commodity aboard the ship.

"Greetings." He reply warmly, breaking the silence as he emerge from the shadows, hands clasped behind his back as he offer a polite nod. He spoke softly but surely, only a slight inflection of his father's tongue on his words. His pace was thoughtful. Green eyes quickly examined her, she had that lost searching look about her. Educated. Out of place. He had seen the doctor in passing but a formal introduction had yet to take place. Busy as they all were.

"I am Kenji Takeda. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, can I help you?"
'You don't show manners for the worlds sake, but to remember you are not the world.'
His father's lessons always echoing in the deep recesses of his mind.

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@Adeline forgot to @ you!
Got some matches, possibly YC's. Up to you :)

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K E N J I T A K E D A

_{Below deck: (In a quiet corner or doctors room)}

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A silence permeated the ship from above, it wasn't complete but more a subtle shift in the mood, a slowing of actions, a murmuring of words. Kenji sensed the change, the tension, as it dripped down through tired wooden planks above and slowly seeped throughout the ship.

Something big was going on...

Trying to ignore what was happening above, the young man of mixed lineage, sitting seiza before a table made low by sawing off its legs, drew his senses into a tight bubble around himself and focused within.
-Just like he was taught-
He concentrate on his breath, on his thoughts, on his ki.
-Just like he was taught-
Seeking that state of Zen and subsequently, enlightenment.

Then, before he found it, the atmosphere above deck shifted once again, pulling at his attention. The creaking wood above whispered of someone leaving, moving overhead, a silence surrounding them, the ship itself groaning to the weight of their indomitable presence. Soon after a few muffled orders barked sent the ship back into a cacophony of busied work but underneath it all sat a new hum of curious whispers reverberating through the wood.

'It was not of his concern.' He told himself. 'Only Jisei was.(自制) Character and Self-Control. The eighth virtue.'
Without even opening his eyes, through graceful familiar movements his hand slid into the draw of the low table and removed a stick of incense to hopefully help him on his path. Then he paused, and finally his green eyes did open.

The external distraction caused an oversight in what he already knew. He was all out of matches.

Reaching into the ties of his patched up old hakama, he pulled forth a small rectangle box. With it in hand he hesitated before deftly, single handedly opening the package and peering at the matches within. Compared to what they had been using on the ship for the last few months these were relatively new and of quality.

These were not his. Obtained from two young deckhands squabbling over and trading them in a rush. They were not theirs either. He didn't know how they had obtained them, but he was sure it wasn't honourably. So, he had commandeered them. Kenji had been granted no authority by the captain to to do such things, but through reputation and role he had found some. As long as he didn't push it. Most did not want to upset the one who cuts their hair, or possibly their limbs.

So as he slowly examine the neat tidy little tightly packed box of fire sticks, he let the weight of the conundrum play out in his mind as he balance his choices.

The distinct scent of sandlewood rose into the air on wisps of ghostly white smoke soon after, Kenji let out a sigh and closed his eyes once more, returning to his meditation, neatly placing onto the modified table the small box of matches, now containing one less.

He would find the new crewmate who these belonged to and return them, later.

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@Psycho Sushi

Any chance we could get a rough map of the ship?
Just kinda wanna know who gets their own quarters ect.

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@Dark Light Does he have a picture?

@Zoie Hart

Working on it...
for me it's always the hardest part of character creation

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@Dark Light While I was reading I was having this idea of him joining the crew in order to find his father's sword that was stolen by some pirates, too bad lol

@Psycho Sushi

Could be after his father's Katana. He only has a short sword.
If I want small throwing daggers do I need to mention them on the character sheet? Or simple and basic enough to get a hold of?

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"Your wound is shallow. But the fear in your eyes is deep. That... will take longer to cut out."

-Complete name: Kenji Takeda.
(The needle man | The butcher monk | Ghost-blood)
-Age: 28
-Nacionality: Part Japanese, part unknown.
-Position: Surgeon
Kenji brings mysterious Japanese customs, a deadly precision and a cold unnerving calmness to his surgery work.
When he is not stitching people up or apply medicinal herbs to wounds, he meticulously and ritualistically tending to the ship's weapons.
-Weapon:

Sword (Wakizashi)

“No blade drawn except in duty.”

Bo shuriken

Kunai knife

-Biography:

“My father bowed to no man. Not the Shogun, not the Crown, not the Devil himself. So tell me again... Why the hell should I bow to you?”

Kenji is a silent man with a storm behind his eyes — patient, observant, and burdened by thoughts he seldom voices. Though calm on the surface, he wrestles constantly with his own identity: a man born between worlds, searching for a place that feels like his own.

He was raised predominantly by his father and sensei, Shinobu “Ghostblade” Takeda — a dishonored ronin who fled Japan before the sakoku edicts sealed its borders. Shinobu's path from samurai to pirate was carved in hardship: slavery, mercenary work, and blood. In exile, he clung to the Bushidō code with desperate devotion, seeking redemption through discipline. But rather than teaching it with compassion, he enforced it like a blade — a master first, a father second.

Kenji’s childhood was shaped by drills, silence, and stern correction. Love was a lesson taught through pain and perfection. And though he never truly hated the old man, he never truly understood him either.

Now aged and retired, Shinobu lives a quiet life in solitude, wrestling with demons he no longer has the strength to fight. But Kenji still carries that burden — not just his father’s sword, but his legacy. And perhaps, one day, something of his honor.