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So, we have an assassin that is "very bad at recognizing faces." I'm sure that would never cause any mixups...
I want to have a character that's going to need to learn how to fight from the ground up, so I figure a sword that cuts anything is a good way to balance out an inability to fight with any degree of precision. Typical "shounen protagonist trump card" nonsense. lol.
Name:
Akio Kenjou
Age:
20
Sex:
Male
Occupation:
Merchant
Sword:
Hasaki
Personality:
Born into a merchant family, Akio has been pleasing customers all his life. As such, he has developed an agreeable personality that allows him to at least fake a smile for even the most rude and obnoxious people. In addition to his pleasant demeanor, he can also be very persuasive, especially when he actually knows what he is talking about. His agreeable demeanor has its limits, though, as he will not tolerate any kind of violence or vandalism. Of course, there is little he can do to prevent such things himself, but he will be the first person to call the guards and has a knack for accurately describing criminal’s faces. Akio is a stranger to danger and has never left the safety of the south, let alone faced an Oni. While the prospect of fighting monsters terrifies him, his courage has yet to be put to the test.
Background:
Akio was the second son of Shugo and Amane Kenjou, and had lived in southern Japan all his life. The family has run a successful shop in the city that sells all kinds of miscellaneous goods from shoes to swords. His father would often leave for long periods of time with his older brother to peddle their goods to other cities, but Akio would stay behind with his mother to run the shop. One day, his father came home with a new blade in his hand. He said he got it from a broke old man who was desperate for some coin, so Shugo bought it from him for a ridiculously low price. Even if the blade was in poor condition, they could still turn a profit on it. The problem was that it seemed to be stuck in its hilt. Shugo took it to a swordsmith, but even he had no luck, so Hasaki became a mantelpiece displayed above the counter to get customers asking questions.
One day when Akio was cleaning the store, the blade fell off the mantel. Akio picked it up by the sheath, and just like that the blade began to slip out. Curious, Akio drew the blade completely to see what kind of condition it was in, having been neglected for so long. Apparently, it was in great condition, but, alas, it was wood. It was worth more as a mantelpiece than as merchandise, so back on display it went. That was, until Yasushi Miyoshi arrived.
At first, Akio thought that Yasushi was simply entertaining some idle curiosity about the blade by inquiring about it; after all a renowned samurai like him was bound to have a blade ten times better than anything a lowly merchant could offer him. However, after hearing the story of the blade, Yasushi determined that it was a legendary blade. Akio thought it was a joke, but one was not to laugh at the seal of the emperor, so reluctantly, Akio bid his family goodbye and joined the samurai on his quest to save humanity.
Skills:
Charismatic and convincing salesman; great at various kinds of math, especially bookkeeping; having dealt with many kinds of goods, he has become clever and unusually educated for a commoner by devising practical uses for a wide variety of things; has a knack for games of strategy like Shogi, Mahjong, and Go. You could say he has a “sharp” mind.
Equipment:
Since he has never traveled before, Akio can only guess at what would be useful in the far north. He brings fifty feet of rope; a small knife (for cutting, not combat); a warm cloak, scarf, boots, and gloves; a blank notebook with ink and writing utensils to document their journey.
Notes:
Akio has never been in a fight in his life, let alone practiced swordsmanship. He will have to learn how to save himself before he can save Japan.
Could I reserve Hasaki? I'll have a post up shortly.
expressing interest.
I'd be up for number 2
J'zhid stroked his fuzzy chin as he pondered the prospect of challenging a dragon. It was true that somebody needed to protect civilization from such destructive beasts, but J'zhid was not that somebody. He was a seeker of fortune, not of glory, and he had long since abandoned the concept of honor, especially among thieves. Even the prospect of a reward for slaying a dragon failed to motivate him. Yes, a reward would be substantial, but it would be split among all parties, minus the cost of supplies and maintenance, minus the cost of healing any injuries, minus the profit of lost business for recovering from said injuries... the reward did not warrant the risk. Still, if everybody else was going, it would not do much for his reputation to be the sole member of Odd Jobs heeding the guards' advice. Perhaps there was a way to make it work.
"J'zhid is not so good at fighting dragons," he said at last, "but he will come along and offer what help he can nonetheless. You all keep the reward from fighting the dragon; the scales and the bones, those go to J'zhid. This is agreeable yes?" Indeed the return of the dragons had sparked the interest of many blacksmiths. Rumor had it the the bones of dragons could yield sturdier armor and sharper blades than even ebony tempered by the elusive Daedra hearts could. Relinquishing his reward was a fair price to pay for safety, and with the right buyer, the bones he would scavenge would fetch just as much gold as the Jarl was offering.
"J'zhid is not so good at fighting dragons," he said at last, "but he will come along and offer what help he can nonetheless. You all keep the reward from fighting the dragon; the scales and the bones, those go to J'zhid. This is agreeable yes?" Indeed the return of the dragons had sparked the interest of many blacksmiths. Rumor had it the the bones of dragons could yield sturdier armor and sharper blades than even ebony tempered by the elusive Daedra hearts could. Relinquishing his reward was a fair price to pay for safety, and with the right buyer, the bones he would scavenge would fetch just as much gold as the Jarl was offering.
I'd like to know how the stats will actually operate before I decide to join. Will they just represent the limits on what we can do? Will you be providing a scale as to the tangible benefits of the incremental increase?
J'zhid kept his belongings in a steel chest under the stairs. The side of the chest had a plaque on it that read: "J'zhid's. Touch at your own risk." The chest was chained to the ground at all four corners, and the front had not one, but eight locks. The locking mechanism was one of the most complex in all of Tamriel; there was no key -- J'zhid had insisted on that -- but rather the eight locks needed to be picked in the proper order. The locks were difficult enough to pick on their own, but if a talented thief did not know the order, a plume of stinging pepper powder would blind him and a spray of ink would mark him as a bandit. Picking the locks in the correct pattern would open the chest, but would also cause the pattern to rotate counter-clockwise, so that it was different every time.
Upon opening his chest, some simple clothes, cloaks, basic supplies, and a few trinkets of moderate worth were revealed. But, of course, the chest had a false bottom. This mechanism was triggered by a pressure plate. To open it, J'zhid removed all of belongings, put them to the side, and began to close the lid. When the chest was 90% closed, there was a click indicating that the false bottom had been sprung. He opened the chest, and the bottom of the chest, and revealed where his true wealth was hidden. He added his gold from the skooma deal to the already hefty pile, and placed the giant diamond beside his stash of truly valuable jewelry. Then with a satisfied nod, he locked it all back up again, almost daring someone to try and take it.
With that, he decided he would call it a night, maybe snack on a honey nut treat, but then there was a shrill howl the likes of which he had never heard before. "Well now, what could all this be about?" He peaked his head outside and saw that the guards were starting to scramble. "A fight?" J'zhid grinned. If there was about to be a battle, then that would mean some free loot. After all, dead men told no tales. He crept out onto the streets a few feet away from his sneezing guild master and waited to see what was about to transpire.
Upon opening his chest, some simple clothes, cloaks, basic supplies, and a few trinkets of moderate worth were revealed. But, of course, the chest had a false bottom. This mechanism was triggered by a pressure plate. To open it, J'zhid removed all of belongings, put them to the side, and began to close the lid. When the chest was 90% closed, there was a click indicating that the false bottom had been sprung. He opened the chest, and the bottom of the chest, and revealed where his true wealth was hidden. He added his gold from the skooma deal to the already hefty pile, and placed the giant diamond beside his stash of truly valuable jewelry. Then with a satisfied nod, he locked it all back up again, almost daring someone to try and take it.
With that, he decided he would call it a night, maybe snack on a honey nut treat, but then there was a shrill howl the likes of which he had never heard before. "Well now, what could all this be about?" He peaked his head outside and saw that the guards were starting to scramble. "A fight?" J'zhid grinned. If there was about to be a battle, then that would mean some free loot. After all, dead men told no tales. He crept out onto the streets a few feet away from his sneezing guild master and waited to see what was about to transpire.
Telio stared down at the vast expanse of unfamiliar territory that was laid out before him with a look of dismay. He didn't care that the names were all foreign to him, but the fact that their was not a single island, coastline, or geographical feature that he recognized was... disconcerting to say the least. "And you are sure that this is everything]/i]?" he asked, paying close attention to the edges of the map where they would most likely have some common ground. But, nothing. He sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes. Surely he was missing something because he was so tired. But then Urkwia began entertaining wild notions of other planets. And yet, it seemed the most plausible explanation.
"It is... possible," he said with a bit of hesitation, finding the notion of being on an entirely new world a bit unsettling. Whenever he had traveled before, getting home was a simple as turning around and heading in the other direction. Even if he was stranded somewhere, it was at least calming to know that he was breathing the same air as the people in Eldan. But another world, another [i]planet, why he had never imagined going that far from home. And yet, it made the most sense out of any theories he could come up with. "It's is more than just possible, actually," he finally admitted. "I first became interested in sapphires during my travels when I met a civilization that treated the gems as holy artifacts. They claimed that the gems could be used to communicate with the gods. Of course, I simply dismissed the idea as local superstition, but if somebody emerged from a blue disc in the ground, I can certainly see how a primitive civilization could mistake him for a god... not that I mean to imply that I am godlike in any way." He ended with a lighthearted laugh, waving his hand dismissively before any idea of his divinity could be entertained.
"But, we must not jump to conclusions," he said firmly, looking back down at the map. "There is still the possibility that the world is simply twice as large as either of us thought. have your people circumnavigated it? Have they departed from the east coast and arrived on the west? My people have yet to make such a voyage for the sea is so vast that it would be difficult to carry enough supplies to keep a crew healthy." He tapped his fingers on the table nervously. A part of him hoped that this second theory was the case. After all, if the world was simply very large, the home was still theoretically just in the other direction. He was honestly a bit scared of the idea of landing on another planet... but he was also excited. After all, he had just stumbled across one of the biggest blank spots in his kingdom's history, and if there was one unknown world...
"If this is another world, how do you propose to prove it? Not that I doubt you, but it would be best to be scientific about it, especially if we are to let word of this get out. We ought not conclude that there are entire worlds out there with civilizations on them simply because one confused traveler does not know where he is. After all, there is the possibility -- and I pray that this is not the case -- that the magic has warped my memories. I am certain that is what your skeptics will say of me." And indeed that was the burning question. How could they prove anything? All they had was one man's word that could easily be discounted as outlandishly fallible. "It seems if we are to grant any credibility to my words, we must learn a bit more about those sapphires. If we could reproduce the phenomenon, the perhaps my story will have some credence..."
"It is... possible," he said with a bit of hesitation, finding the notion of being on an entirely new world a bit unsettling. Whenever he had traveled before, getting home was a simple as turning around and heading in the other direction. Even if he was stranded somewhere, it was at least calming to know that he was breathing the same air as the people in Eldan. But another world, another [i]planet, why he had never imagined going that far from home. And yet, it made the most sense out of any theories he could come up with. "It's is more than just possible, actually," he finally admitted. "I first became interested in sapphires during my travels when I met a civilization that treated the gems as holy artifacts. They claimed that the gems could be used to communicate with the gods. Of course, I simply dismissed the idea as local superstition, but if somebody emerged from a blue disc in the ground, I can certainly see how a primitive civilization could mistake him for a god... not that I mean to imply that I am godlike in any way." He ended with a lighthearted laugh, waving his hand dismissively before any idea of his divinity could be entertained.
"But, we must not jump to conclusions," he said firmly, looking back down at the map. "There is still the possibility that the world is simply twice as large as either of us thought. have your people circumnavigated it? Have they departed from the east coast and arrived on the west? My people have yet to make such a voyage for the sea is so vast that it would be difficult to carry enough supplies to keep a crew healthy." He tapped his fingers on the table nervously. A part of him hoped that this second theory was the case. After all, if the world was simply very large, the home was still theoretically just in the other direction. He was honestly a bit scared of the idea of landing on another planet... but he was also excited. After all, he had just stumbled across one of the biggest blank spots in his kingdom's history, and if there was one unknown world...
"If this is another world, how do you propose to prove it? Not that I doubt you, but it would be best to be scientific about it, especially if we are to let word of this get out. We ought not conclude that there are entire worlds out there with civilizations on them simply because one confused traveler does not know where he is. After all, there is the possibility -- and I pray that this is not the case -- that the magic has warped my memories. I am certain that is what your skeptics will say of me." And indeed that was the burning question. How could they prove anything? All they had was one man's word that could easily be discounted as outlandishly fallible. "It seems if we are to grant any credibility to my words, we must learn a bit more about those sapphires. If we could reproduce the phenomenon, the perhaps my story will have some credence..."
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