RONIN, Santa

[Santa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellPadding,4,true][atrb=CellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; height: 500px; font-family: arial; color: #2E2E2E; background-color: E3E3E3; background-image: url("i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc31/lilyanora/woodback.png"); border-top: 7px solid #131313; border-left: 7px solid #131313; border-right: 7px solid #131313;] [style=width:350px; height: 20px; border-radius: 10px; background-color: F6F6F6; font-family: arial; color: #B6BABB; font-size: 16px; font-wieght: bold; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]behind the face of the warrior[/style] NAME & ALIAS | Sora Kurabito. /// Santa the Sellsword. (Titled as such because he 'gives' his opponents the great gift of a quick and painless death.) AGE | 23 CLASS | Ronin GENDER | Male SEXUALITY | Heterosexual ALIGNMENT | Neutral. [style=width:459px; height: 20px; border-radius: 10px; background-color: F6F6F6; font-family: arial; color: #B6BABB; font-size: 16px; font-wieght: bold; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]we all wear masks, i can see you have one as well[/style] APPEARANCE | Sora is very short for his age (5'8''), but that doesn't mean for anyone to mock him. Underneath his usual pirate-styled clothing, is a ripped body, crafted by what some could say is gods. If one is to remove his shirt, they shall see a tattoo upon his back, that takes the shape of a red spiked circle; the simple of all his family's firstborn son's. Upon his left cheek is a scar, which looks like a slash mark that looks like a single blade sliced into it, given to him by his father. His dark brown hair is spiky, usually growing too long until he decides to cut it. Usually, it'll cover one of his emerald colored eyes, filled with what seems to be boredom, or despair. In terms of clothing, Sora enjoys a more relaxed, yet preppy looking attire. His white-button-up is lazily buttoned towards the top, along with a black vest going on top of it. He wears a purple sash, along with a belt underneath that holds his blades (he'll carry three of them, but only ever uses one at a time). His pants match his vest in color, while his boots match his hair. On cold days where he isn't working, he'll usually wear a dark fur-trimmed coat, as to make sure he's kept warm as possible, along with a tan muffler during blizzards. His blades range upon his belt, top to bottom, on his right side. Being left-handed, he wears dark, fingerless gloves on both hands, so he can wield it, though in combat, he'll never use a stance with both hands; only one. At a time. PERSONALITY | Now personality-wise, Sora is very apathetic. He doesn't personally care about...well...anything. Unless it's a personal matter, such as one that deals with his father, he'll give off a sort of 'neutral' expression. This doesn't mean he doesn't get his thrills, or that he doesn't smile. To people he can call 'friends', he'll usually regard as someone he can stand. Just because he doesn't show interest in a number of things doesn't mean he can't find enjoyment in them. Though, on the other hand, he isn't exactly the most fun guy to be around, either. He can't show excitement easily. Among all his traits, his apathy will shine brighter...well, that is...until... Moving on, Sora has a rather...odd disorder. Whenever he is pushed into a 'perverse' situation, for a certain amount of time (ten seconds at most), he'll shift into a different personality. One could call it split personality disorder, but it only ever comes out during those times. He'll become serious, but at the same time, much more smug. He'll treat the female (and in some cases, male) that pushed him in this state as a princess(prince; again, only in some cases) He'll pull his bangs up (the signal that he's entered into this personality, in which his hair will stay this way, with a pulled up fringe in his hair) In battle, this usually doubles his performance output by a margin. This is a much more fun, bad-boyish side to him. However, it usually only lasts an hour, before reverting him back to his normal, apathetic and bored personality. This state can be called 'Delirious State', by others. Unfortunately, thanks to his father, whenever anyone mentions his name, he'll become serious, much like in his 'Delirious State, but much more negative. Due to a very unpleasant experience, Sora will not speak about his experiences with 'that bastard' as he calls him, and will often find jobs that deal with tracking him. He always keeps an eye on any missions that are meant to track him down. As it would turn out, it's thanks to him and 'taking everything from him', that Sora became a sellsword. Any digging into his past will be met with a very hostile Sora. . LIKES DISLIKES HISTORY | Sora's first memories are forever burned into the corners of his mind. A seven year old, pulled into learning swordsmanship from his father. A teacher that would beat him for not being correct. A sensei that would often times verbally beat his son to a miserable state. Often times, to a point that made seven-year-old Sora cry. His mother would often be the 'angel' to the counterpart father 'devil' role. This would go on for years, without much change at all. Sora's lessons. Sora's weeping. Sora's recovery. Rinse lather repeat. This would go on for seven long years. Seven, long painful years, all of which were spent attempting to gain his father's love. But that's getting ahead of the history. By his ninth birthday (one year and seven months into his training period), he finally gained his first mark of praise from his father. A gift that was given so very little by his uptight father. His nine year old self continued to better himself to obtain more of this. It was like a drug to him. But, what was there to expect here? A son who craved even the tiniest bit of praise? Someone who never even showed any satisfaction. Especially from this one person, the person Sora wanted respect from the most. His mother gave it to him often, that little praise to keep him going, but...well... that's a different mater altogether. By the time Sora was eleven (three years, and ten months into his training period), his mother grew exceptionally ill due to a rare sickness that had only ever happened to the females of the family. It had almost pushed Sora off the edge, because the training his father was giving him only grew ten times harder. And his praise was even harder to obtain, to the point where he'd get it once in blue moon. Every time he went to check on his mother's condition, he was insulted by him for 'worrying over nothing'. At this time, Sora hadn't gotten much backbone at all, so yelling back wasn't an option. But every insult was like another hit of the hammer, sealing the coffin of his loving side for a long time coming... One night after he had turned fourteen (six years, nine months into training), he had been given a day off training. One of the only four days he ever got off to practice the sword. Seeing as he was nearing the end of his training, he decided to relax. And relax he did. There was a patch of moonlight flowers in his mother's garden, in which she would go to every day before she was sick to water. Blooming only during the full moon, it was a special, beautiful field of flowers that Sora loved. Laying inside a small circle of said flowers, he looked up to the moonlight sky. He would fall into slumber, wishing to never awaken from the moment... Well, he 'would' fall into slumber. Would a tale of a girl falling from the sky ever be considered truth? No? That's what happened. That night, a giant light awoke a very drowzy Sora. Well, not really a light. But...a falling, light figure fell from the sky, right on top of him too. Without any clothes to boot. A girl. Something...triggered in the back of Sora's mind. Something he had never felt before. His ego began to inflate like a balloon. He felt a twinge of his fringe go up, as he pulled it up, along with grabbing the revealing female up. Almost simultaneously, he would speak to her in a very suave voice. Treat her like a princess...and listen to her story. She was a prisoner on a pirate's airship; a damsel in distress if you will. Held against her will, she was meant to be sold off as a slave, until, by random chance, she escaped. The ship had been attacked by another grouping of pirates, both ships battling to the death. The girl, having absolutely no idea if she'd survive anyway, decided to jump from the airship, and well...there she was. Something about the story wasn't precisely true to him, but the details could wait. Sora decided to host the possible fugitive in his room. (under this 'Delirious State', which it would be called from that point onwards) His father didn't seem to mind it, that a girl was staying (at first), but he did think of her as a hindrance to his training, so he forced her to do work around the house while Sora would continue his last three months of training. Nearly as master with the blade at fourteen, his father's praise became a lot more common (though still damn near impossible to obtain.) However... His father was increasingly concerned about the girl that Sora just invited into the house. Usually, he'd be fine with a random person coming over to stay a few nights. But he couldn't take the thought out of his mind that he knew who she was. And he was growing increasingly concerned with how she has been around his son. Not only did it take longer for him to grow backbone (thanks to his accursed mother), but this girl was fraternizing with him...and it was something he knew would just send him down the wrong path. So, he did research on her... Whilst that was going on, the girl (whose name was Luna, or so she said) was growing rather attached to Sora. The three months left in his training had the two spend time together in the night. Romantically, they weren't too involved, but she was very...clingy. Oh, but how clueless Sora was... Behind his back, his father had found a bounty with her name on it. Her face. And a price that would appeal to him. Worth thousands of En, she was a fugitive who had escaped from custody only recently from a fleet of bounty hunters. She was a danger to anyone she was around. But more importantly, was the money. Sora's father was a jerk, that much was true... but the money could drastically help their living arrangment... he was faced with a decision. An easy decision at that. It would happen at the end of the training. The inheritance of the family sword was coming ever closer. And knowing full well, Sora stepped up his game. He made sure to always try to impress his father with flashy moves. Every trick in the book. Well, that is...if he knew exactly where his father was. Not sure what he should do, the boy went to find Luna, considering that he must've been given a day off before the day or something. And there, he found the problem. Upon his normal moonlight petal spot, where he would go to fall into a deep slumber, relax...was her. Along with his father. Surrounded by other men. Sora's eyes widened, as he watched him pull out his blade. Luna was kneeling... immediately, Sora knew what was happening. His body moved on his own, his blade was drawn. He attempted to attack his father. He tried to settle things inh is head. Why was he killing her? What did she ever do?! Why?! And so, a battle between swords; no, a battle between father and son emerged. The only thing Sora could hear was his own anger. All logic fell on death ears, and rational thinking had popped right out the doors of his mentality. He had to win. He had to stop them from killing Luna. She was important to him. He didn't care if he died in the process. Every move, he dodged skillfully, and his attacks too were dodged without any sweat broken. The two swordsmen continued to battle... slowly, but surely destroying the garden of moonlit petals that Sora loved to see every day. Eventually, Sora gave way to fatigue. He began slipping, but he continued to dodge skillfully enough to keep himself afloat, but he slowly began drowning in the waters of combat. His body couldn't keep up. He fell to a knee, stabbing his sword in the ground, and looking up to his father. The father frowned as he looked with utter disappointment. He began to turn when... Sora slashed upwards, trying desperately to make some kind of impact. And he did. His blade slashed up his face, giving him a scar...and blinding him in one eye. The uppercut hit his left eye, and Sora felt he could win now. The father stayed calm...but, his anger flooded, and he slash at the boy's face himself...cutting a clean scar across his nose, right under his eyes (the origin of his scar). The boy, from the pain alone fell to the ground, grabbing his face. His screaming was loud, his crying was louder. He was quickly detained by the men in other armors around them. He tried frantically to loosen their grip, but to no avail. The father looked back to his son. And slowly walked to Luna. Sora's yelling was the only thing he could hear now... and the moment of impact, there wasn't just one death... ... Because of his actions, Sora himself was taken away from the family. He was forced to. Sent away, to never return. His mother's 'death' would forever haunt him...because he knew he caused it. He would spend seven more years, away, feeling like it was all his fault. Everything of his was taken away. His mother's life, his first love(Luna), his childhood...all because of his father. His personality darkened. The innocence that he had once felt soured like milk...for the next four years, he would search to exact his revenge. Only to amount to nothing, and to still feel as angered as he did so long ago. Eventually...his anger subsided, only to be replaced by a shell of what he once was. He had grown apathetic. His anger fueled him for four long years so he could exact revenge...leaving him with nothing. An empty feeling inside of him. He didn't 'feel'. Or, rather he just couldn't feel any longer. All his emotions were on lock-down...he couldn't feel... And so, began his life as a sell sword. If anyone wanted him to help them out, at the right price, usually small, he would lend a hand. Good or evil didn't matter. He was just another sword... Eventually, he would land the nickname "Santa the Sell-sword" Because he gave his opponents a very great gift; a painless death. Thus, the nickname was formed... at first, he was reluctant about the name, but he grew accustomed to it because it fit him well. [style=width:380px; height: 20px; border-radius: 10px; background-color: F6F6F6; font-family: arial; color: #B6BABB; font-size: 16px; font-wieght: bold; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]i will make use of these weapons of war[/style] ROLE | Offense WEAPONS | Katana SKILLS ITEMS

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