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Current Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Purple, because aliens wear red hats.
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Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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Because the way he sees it the imperials are hounding him due to the stupidity of a single man challenging his whole damn group to a duel. As in for a stupid reason - and as he sees it for a 'dishonourable' reason. Toki may fight underhandedly, but he has his own sort of code of honour after all, the fight may not have been 'fair' for the captain, but the fellow shouldn't have challenged all of them on the spot.

Besides, police work pays better than banditry and might be better on his health. Getting to let the air out of imperials - who deserve it - is a sort of a nice bonus to that.

Also since he has now worked under few samurai Toki has come to the conclusion that it is better to have someone to actually direct their guns to the 'correct' direction rather than leaving himself and his crew to their own devices.
Perhaps he could sort of... learn from the example of others and eventually try to become a proper samurai?
Well, technically speaking Toki is a Ronin, since he is a member of a samurai clan - illegitimate one, yes, but still a member - who doesn't serve a lord.

I can lower his rank though and do some rewrites if ya feel it is needed.
Name: Toki Yamato
Nicknames: The Bastard of Yamato, Dishonest Mutt
Age: 32
Gender: male
Rank: Assassin
Specializations: Firearms, ambushes

Appearance: Toki stands at 5'7, He seems almost scrawny, but it's clear he is quite fit even despite his looks. His cheeks are a bit gaunt and his nose has broken at least twice. Toki keeps his hair cut short in the style of the foreigners and has decided to go for a mostly shaven look - leaving his thin mustache however. Under his haori he wears foreign clothes - black pants, a thick belt with a sort of bandolier for the shells of his coach gun, riding boots and an officer's coat - he had to pay quite a price for the coat and it is now one of his most prized possessions. He openly carries his foreign weapons on his hip - the coach gun having it's own specially made holster.

Personality: Despite his seeming dishonesty and other less savory antics Toki is quite jovial - lacking the traditional training of etiquette due to his illegitimacy he has no trouble conversing with people from all around the society - from the lowliest peasant to the highest of nobles, or the foreigners for that matter.

Biography: Toki is the youngest - and illegitimate - son of the Yamato Clan - a little clan formerly from the north of Shikoku, now fallen on hard times. He was never quite interested in the 'traditional arts', preferring sake dens and gunsmiths over calligraphy and swordsmanship. He got interested in firearms at a young age - quickly devouring every piece of information about them, the more technical the better! When the black ship arrived he began associating as much as possible with the foreigners - becoming quite adept in their language in the process and managing to make few contacts - contacts he would later use to outfit a squad of men with if not the most modern tools of killing at least with something that would get the job done.

For a while the group Toki gathered were little more than glorified bandits, skirting on the edge of the law and more or less causing trouble and being more a nuisance than any kind of a threat to the Imperial - and by extension to the Shogunates - forces. A change to this came when they openly disrespected an officer - an imperial captain. The captain challenged the crew into a duel on the spot, something Toki felt was plainly idiotic. It was 5 against one and the 5 were armed with coach guns and swords whereas the captain was only armed with his sword. Still, a 'duel' they had. It ended in less than 3 seconds with the captain's body riddled with shot. This action hardly gained them any love from the imperial forces and the men quickly found themselves having to flee their home province.

Now more more or less criminals in the eyes of the imperial forces Toki threw his lot in with the Shogunate properly. The crew 'enlisted' to the Shogunate cause and managed to prove their worth to at least few of the commanders - even though the proper samurai leading them still saw the men as little more than crass and dishonorable fools, their use of tactics more fitting to a peasant rather than samurai was still proving to be very effective. Thus Toki and his little group had gotten - if not an outright pardon, then at least a stay of execution.

When the Shinsengumi was formed Toki managed to get himself aquainted with the group - mostly by cashing in a favour from one of the samurai he had served under, with the caveat that he literally never ask any favours from the fellow ever again. His dishonest and dishonourable creed of 'quick victory, at any cost' may not have made him many friends, but it has made his 'crew'- as he calls the little group of four compatriots he hangs around with, the group he armed before joining the Shinsengumi - a quite effective fighting force.

Fighting Style: Toki's fighting style is quite... Dishonorable to say the least. He never fights alone if he can avoid it and utilizes his squads marksmanship ability as much as possible. If he has to fight alone he will take full advantage of every dishonest trick in the book - be it sand in the eyes or just blasting his opponent from close range with his revolver or coach gun. His defenses consist of him staying quick on his feet and remaining out of sword reach as much as possible, or just simply legging it - often to goad his enemies in to following him to a prepared ambush.

Preferred Weapon(s): Colt Army Model 1860 revolver, a short barreled coach gun without the stock and modified to empty both barrels with the pull of only one trigger, wakizashi for close combat
Name: Grimnir Hoárr Báleygr Fjölnir Asagrimson, the Knowledge-Seeker, the Greatest Braggart of all Asgard.
Gender: Male
Personality: Jovial and boisterous, Grimnir is always ready with a joke or a quip - though oftentimes his jokes can be very groan-worthy. Very knowledgeable about technology and popular culture.

Appearance: Grimnir stands at an imposing 7'3, he is broad shouldered and muscular - though more 'fit' than 'swol'. His long hair and beard have long since gone white - though there is still a black streak in his hair - giving him a sort of a... reverse skunk look. His full beard is neatly trimmed and has three little beard rings - with little rune etchings - adorning it. A long scar runs over his left eye from his hairline down to his jaw, he doesn't bother covering the missing eye with an eyepatch or something like that - though occasionally he does wear sunglasses.

Grimnir looks to be in his late 50's or so, with few wrinkles on his face - and what a face it is! Despite his apparent age he is still very handsome - if you ignore the scar that is. His remaining eye is icy blue.

When not fighting the fellow wears a simple casual suit - gray in colour - with comfortable loafers - and leans on a cane with a handle that looks like a perched raven. His hair is tied on a ponytail and he wears a wide brimmed fedora with a part of the brim slightly turned down to ever so slightly cover his missing eye.

When the need for a fight arises Grimnir is able to simply tap his cane on the ground and assume his proper Asgardian appearance - His suit being replaced with a simple gray tunic and pants with knee high leather boots. Chainmail over the tunic and over that a cape of black feathers. His cane becomes a 8'5 feet long spear - the blade of which is shaped like the head and beak of a raven.

LIKES
Food
Stories
Bar fights
Anything with alcohol in it
People who can take a joke
Arm wrestling

Dislikes
People who can't take a joke
Loki Lafeysson
Halitosis
People who stare

Orientation: Pan

Powers: Grimnir possesses the powers of a typical Asgardian, including superhuman strength, stamina, speed, agility and durability. In addition to this he sacrificed his eye to the Mímisbrunnr - gaining great knowledge, but was - if not outright banished from Asgard at least informed that his presence would not be appreciated for long times after said stunt.

Grimnir is also able to fly unaided, but often uses his spear to do so by spinning the weapon quickly enough.

He can fire bolts of energy from his hands - though his control over this ability is very limited to say the least. Thus he utilizes the ability to just create bursts of energy to enhance his close combat attacks.

Grimnir possesses a very limited form of telepathy.
Name: His Grace, Martel Griffonsbane, the 1st Duke of Blackwood, Master Bard Extraordinaire, Magna Alumni, 1st Blademaster of the Order of Golden Dragon, Wielder of the Weave, Teller of Tales, Feller of Foes, Singer of the Songs, Planeswalker of Great Renown, Shatterer of the Black Seal, Slayer of Arioch, Wielder of the Black Blade.
Age: 2445
Gender: Male
Species: Elder Vampire (Human)
Looks:


Personality: Martel is a surprisingly jovial and goodnatured fellow, kind and caring to those he calls friends and an utter nightmare to his enemies. He loves sharing stories of his countless adventures to everyone who would listen. He never asks for monetary payment for anything these days - after all nearly 25 centuries of adventuring have left him a very wealthy man. He does not hide his vampirism, but keeps his bloodthirst in check at even the worst situations.

Skills: Master level swordsman, mage and thief, greatly enhanced physical strength, reflexes, speed and durability, Near-immunity to mind affecting spells, vast knowledge of the planes, near-immunity to the effects of sunlight.
"So there we were, just galloping around the enemy force, shooting arrows to their midst. There must have been over 4000 of us and-" The khergit's explanation of some great battle was interrupted by Temujin lifting his hand slightly and correcting that there couldn't have been more than 1000 of them, if even that much. The Blue Wolf earned a bit of a nasty glare from one of his companions, but just ignored it and poured himself some more tea. The Noyan stared to the distance, providing no more corrections to the story for now.

He would have lied if he didn't feel old at times. Being a warrior for 25 years can do that to you. He got on his feet and took a few steps away from the campfire, then a few more. Soon he was standing some distance from the other khergits and just pacing around, deep in thought.
The trip from the steppes to the Swadian plains had been a pleasantly uneventful one. Temujin and his small band had arrived to the gathering among the first arrivals. The small gathering of Khergits had built their yurt in a corner of the - at that time - small camp and kept mostly to themselves for now. They were after all technically in enemy territory - though there currently was a peace treaty between the Khanate and Swadia the Blue Wolf would take no chances.

There were whispers around the camp - some about him, sadly most of those far from the truth. The Khergit had heard someone refer to him as Temujin Khan - he did not care for such speech, but even he had to laugh at it. He was far from a Khan, but... It had a nice ring to it. The Noyan had politely corrected the other man by reminding that there was only room for one Khan and adding as a jest that he himself wasn't made of quite stern enough stuff to be a Khan.

Once again Temujin and his men found themselves spending their time sitting around their campfire, drinking tea with goat's milk and offering a cup and a seat to any passer by who was brave enough to join them. Most of the talking was done by the other Khergits, with Temujin offering a few words every now and again - mostly words of dry humor, or an anecdote fitting the matter that was discussed upon. He glanced at the black banner of his that flowed lazily in the breeze, then turned his attention back to more examining the newest arrivals than actually paying heed to the conversation going around him.
No hurry ^^ Take your time.
A meeting with nobles sounds like such a good idea... Especially if they are from different nations...
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