Kazemitsu

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Kaze cast an eye to the bubbly girl when she entered the shop and mentioned she had no ores or gems or anything this time. Of course she had to crack a joke as well making him shake his head. "That's unfortunate. We'll have to start going further out to get more ores if it's starting to dry up around here." He said while using a steel rod to shift the coals about. She went about asking what he was making, which earned her a shrug.

"Nothing yet. Not enough metal to make a larger axe head now a hammer. Too much for a dagger or knife." Kaze stated as he snagged the ingot with a pair of tongs. He set the glowing metal on the face of the anvil and gave it a few good pounds. The metal was so hot it was easy to shape. "Maybe I'll make a scimitar." He continued, sending sparks flying with each pound of the hammer.

"Unless you have an idea for something." He said, casting his golden colored eyes towards Alfy.

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

Name: Kaze
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance

Hider

Weapon Class of Choice: Sword and Shield
Current Weapon:

Hunter's Knife

• Primary Damage Type: Slashing
• Element/Ailment: N/A
• Sharpness: Yellow

Armor Set:

Hunting Armor

• Defense: 10
• Fire Resistance: 5
• Water Resistance: 0
• Ice Resistance: 0
• Thunder Resistance: 0
• Dragon Resistance: 0
• Active Skills: Psychic +10
• Inactive Skills: Speed Setup +6/10

Personality:
Kaze is an incredibly blunt person, preferring to keep things simple. He has an air of boredom around him, never seemingly in a rush. Unlike a good portion of hunters he doesn't strive to be trusted, merely respected for his accomplishments. He's still young and has plenty of time to do as he wishes and he knows this. Kaze does however have a rage streak in him. Certain things will set him off and it's hard to cool him back down, harder still is stopping him from wrecking what it is that pissed him off in the first place. This is normally tied to people he likes and or respects to a higher degree. But for the most part he's a relaxed, gruff, kind of grumpy man. Kids tend to call him an ornery old fart since he seems act two to three times his age.

Biography:
Kaze is from the distant Kokoto Village. There he was a decent hunter, dealing with the smaller monsters due to their frequency in appearing. Keeping things a little more clear for others to go after the larger more problematic ones. He has hunted larger monsters, but they aren't really his forte considering his weapon preferences. He's more supportive than in there dealing heavy damage, unlike those who wield hammers and greatswords.

He had been at it a good while, but wanted a change of scenery. Never a vacation, there were too many monsters for that. But a change of area, someplace unfamiliar, would give a new wave of energy for him. Selling all his gear, aside from the basics, he started to travel. Which was expensive, so it was good he sold his stuff! Arriving in New Dundorma he already started to gain that energy he was craving. The rush of a new land, new monsters, new hunts. Whether they're large or small he was actually excited to get to work now. He hadn't felt like that since he was twenty!

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Kaze has just closed the door to his house and shop before he heard another thump. Except it was the sound of something hitting dirt, not his dwelling. Growling he slammed the door open to be greeted by the sight of Alfy face first in the dirt with the handle of her hammer across the back of her brain pan. Rolling his eyes he went over and reached down, plucking her from the ground by the back of her clothes and planting her on her feet. Once she was standing he scooped her hammer up into the air with his boot and caught its handle before holding it out to her.

"You need to watch your step and your ground more than your singing." the large smith growled out as if she had done this before. He knew the land above his Boulder home, it wasn't the most stable which was why he decided to live inside of a giant rock. Once he was sure she was stable he turned and started to head into his home. "You find anything good? Or just the basic ores again?" He questioned, leaving the door open for her to follow him inside.

Once inside he was back in his workshop. The two projects were nearly done, they'd be finished tomorrow. He already had an ingot heated up and ready to be hammered into whatever shape he decided to go with. Maybe Alfy would give him an idea.

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

@QueenOfTheLand Shhh, at least he doesn't have strange unnaturally colored hair XD

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

Name: Kaze
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance

Hider

Weapon Class of Choice: Sword and Shield
Current Weapon:

Hunter's Knife

• Primary Damage Type: Slashing
• Element/Ailment: N/A
• Sharpness: Yellow

Armor Set: Hunting Armor

• Defense: 10
• Fire Resistance: 5
• Water Resistance: 0
• Ice Resistance: 0
• Thunder Resistance: 0
• Dragon Resistance: 0
• Active Skills: Psychic +10
• Inactive Skills: Speed Setup +6/10

Personality:
Kaze is an incredibly blunt person, preferring to keep things simple. He has an air of boredom around him, never seemingly in a rush. Unlike a good portion of hunters he doesn't strive to be trusted, merely respected for his accomplishments. He's still young and has plenty of time to do as he wishes and he knows this. Kaze does however have a rage streak in him. Certain things will set him off and it's hard to cool him back down, harder still is stopping him from wrecking what it is that pissed him off in the first place. This is normally tied to people he likes and or respects to a higher degree. But for the most part he's a relaxed, gruff, kind of grumpy man. Kids tend to call him an ornery old fart since he seems act two to three times his age.

Biography:
Kaze is from the distant Kokoto Village. There he was a decent hunter, dealing with the smaller monsters due to their frequency in appearing. Keeping things a little more clear for others to go after the larger more problematic ones. He has hunted larger monsters, but they aren't really his forte considering his weapon preferences. He's more supportive than in there dealing heavy damage, unlike those who wield hammers and greatswords.

He had been at it a good while, but wanted a change of scenery. Never a vacation, there were too many monsters for that. But a change of area, someplace unfamiliar, would give a new wave of energy for him. Selling all his gear, aside from the basics, he started to travel. Which was expensive, so it was good he sold his stuff! Arriving in New Dundorma he already started to gain that energy he was craving. The rush of a new land, new monsters, new hunts. Whether they're large or small he was actually excited to get to work now. He hadn't felt like that since he was twenty!

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

I'm thinkin of a character, it'll take me a lil bit (especially since I just sliced my finger on fencing)

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [Interest Check]

This thing still open for people? o.o Luv me some monster hunter

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

The musical sound of a hammer striking metal rung out from the smoothed boulder that was Kaze's home. The large man was pounding a nice iron ingot into the shape of an axe. The metal shifted by tongs from the face to the horn to make the beard of the heavy axe. The hammer struck the red hot metal, shaping it easily. Getting the curve just the way he wanted it he stuffed the metal back into the burning coals. His tongs snagged another piece of metal, the makings of a dagger, and laid that on the anvils table. Using the table allowed him to clean up the edge for where the cross-guard would sit before he slid the whole thing into some cool sand.

Setting down the hammer Kaze curved his back, making it crack loudly, as he exhaled a waft of smoke out of the corner of his mouth. The other corner holding onto a cigar, the source of the smoke. "Damn slow days..." He muttered to himself. He was only making things to keep himself occupied since the delay of the Festival. Sure he could go hunt the monsters loitering about the place but there was a Guild here. Why have them if they didn't do something? He'd let them do their jobs considering they ordered enough gear from him.

Sighing he set back to work, pulling the head of the axe from the forge he set it back to the horn. Picking up a heavier hammer he started to pound it onto the pointed portion of the horn, making a hole through it for where the haft would be when he made it. The crude hole was made, and with a tap the head was off the horn. Reaching down he picked up an oval rod and stuck it in the hardie hole. He slid the head onto it and started to pound it into a proper smoothed shape. Sliding it off with a tap of the hammer he had the metal back in the forge fires to harden it. All that hammering was ringing out to the surrounding forest. The dwarf actually living outside of town and in the woods where beginners started their wanderings. Normally a bunch of kids growing up from the town.

He was about to take up the dagger to sharpen it, but something thudded outside. "If those damned orcs are back I'm gonna rip off their faces..." He growled as he undid the leather apron and set it on the anvil. His hand went to his belt and he pulled up a strange looking weapon. It looked like a hammer, but on the back side was a rather large pick with a blade on its underside. What he called a warpick. Shouldering open his door the burly man looked around, but didn't see anything. Scratching his beard the large mans eyes were narrowed. "Maybe I'm starting to hear things..." He muttered to himself as he went back in. He was living in a boulder at the bottom of a large hill, something probably tumbled down. Nature made noises after all.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura growled when he felt his health draining again, still slowly but it would be enough in the end to kill him if he wasn't wary. The rat he struck was getting back up, zombies tended to be health type tanks. Skeletons were the types to actually use equipment. So as it started to come closer he used another Smash. Coming in from the top to completely crush its skull. He was holding back as much energy as he couldwithout ruining the effects of Smash.

System, any new skills? He questioned within his mind. He was trying his damnedest to find out how to get Better at this point. "Fall back, there's too many. Focus completely on dodging." Asura said as he moved. He could still attack since he had no front, back, or sides, really. Still he kept an eye out. As he moved though he splatted an Herb on Ardur's arm so he could use it. He didn't know how much damage a pixie could take, even an evolved one, and the flier was manaless.

Once they seemed to be moving something interesting happened. Floating sword, moving water sweeping the undead away a bit, and then a voice. "Yup, do what the floating sword says. We'll come back when fully rested. Maybe we'll bring in the last of those goblins to help with this mess..." Asura stated, moving with a bit more speed but not so fast that he'd leave Mother Slime or Ardur behind.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Hider

Name: Kaze

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Race: Dwarf

Appearance:
Kaze is roughly six feet and three inches tall and it normally bare on his upper body unless he's geared up for wandering into the monster riddled lands beyond his home and the village. Otherwise he's wearing thick heavy cloth pants, a leather kilt/apron around his waist, with a steel girdle that reaches up to his chest but leaves much of his scarred back exposed. Even casual he looks to be geared up for a fight...


Occupation: A local Smith and Monster Slayer

Skills:

• Crafting: Kaze is able to craft numerous items from the various ores and monster bits with the right recipes.
• Bludgeon Wielder: He knows how to use blunt based weapons well, even better if it's more of a hammer shape.
• Axe Wielder: Another of his preferred weapons, axes. Which he uses almost as well as bludgeons given their heavy nature.
• Light Armor: Despite being strong he prefers to be agile, so he uses lighter armors more often than not. Cloth, padding, and chain being it.
• Defense Master: Despite using heavy weapons, Kaze is a master at deflecting attacks using said weapons or even a shield.
• Combat Analysis: While in a fight he's able to observe his opponent for weaknesses and what they're most likely to drop upon being finished. Helps with gathering what he needs for crafting.
• Fishing: A guys gotta eat, and sometimes make side money when times are tougher. So he learned how to fish a bit.

Description: The gruff smith was not a native to the town he was currently residing in. He came in, unknowingly to all, and worked to make a home slash business. It was probably seen as abrupt for the villagers who regularly went to the forests and caves that surrounded his home, but for him it was well planned out. As gruff and grumpy as he may seem he's level headed and plans for the future. Hell he had even picked a time where people wouldn't be going out into the wilderness for some time so he'd be a big surprise. The magically appearing Smith.

Although he had miscalculated, the town wasn't bustling with adventurers, so he was mostly doing repairs and making the occasional farm tool. Ah well, it gave him time to go and get his own materials instead of putting up Requests on a Job Board. He'd always been the type to prefer doing things himself instead of asking for help anyway.

Bain had only been a part of the town for a couple weeks before more people seemed to be coming. Was something going to happen that people were gearing up for? Or were people moving away from the big cities to come out to more rural areas? Any reason was fine to the dwarven smith, it was more people coming by which meant more business.

Point of Interest: Kaze lives in a cave just outside of the village where most people tend to start their adventuring when they visit or settle down in the village. He actually made it himself, burrowing into a massive boulder with a signe above the door. 'Kaze's Arms and Armor'. A simple wooden door with metal bands keeps out monsters and smoke comes out of a metal chimney from the side.

Secret: No real secret or plot-twist yet...