Post by Yoshihiro Minamoto on Dec 20, 2011 23:38:38 GMT -8
Ryoshin: The Narrative of Lost Souls
Hitman: Chien Lee
Break: Riko-Teki na Shujin
Vince: Yoshihiro Minamoto
Place: Akita, Honshu, Japan
Period: Onin Wars
Background: Akita is a peaceful village, ruled by Shogun Hajimaru Yoten. All the while, the ruthless Onin Wars spread across Japan as the two ruling Daimyos fight for power. For many months now, Shogun Yoten has tried to keep these politics out of Akita. However, he is growing old, and weak. Soon, a new Shogun will rise. With that, so will the Onin Wars.
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Hitman: Chien Lee
Break: Riko-Teki na Shujin
Vince: Yoshihiro Minamoto
Place: Akita, Honshu, Japan
Period: Onin Wars
Background: Akita is a peaceful village, ruled by Shogun Hajimaru Yoten. All the while, the ruthless Onin Wars spread across Japan as the two ruling Daimyos fight for power. For many months now, Shogun Yoten has tried to keep these politics out of Akita. However, he is growing old, and weak. Soon, a new Shogun will rise. With that, so will the Onin Wars.
Chien Lee: Lee was raised by the Dragon of the Wind Clan in a small village in China. As a child Chien Lee was taken by Chow Zhen after his parents were murdered at the age of two and enrolled into the Dragon of the Earth. Lord Zhen saw Chien Lee as a son; however, in order to bring out his full potential, he enrolled him into a brutal training program in order for Chien Lee to reach his full potential. The training was ruthless and a few couldn’t even survive such a brutality, but Chien Lee flourished. Lord Zhen's lessons were cruel; he forced Chien to kill his first victim at the age of seven in order to harden his heart. He told him that it was necessary and that he would do anything to make sure he never died in battle. For years, Chien Lee’s mission was clear: to serve the clan at all cost. Over the next 10 years, Chien Lee performed his missions without hesitation or question. Chien seemed to be the perfect killer; however, even though his heart was hardened, it wasn’t unreachable. A female warrior in his clan began to slowly befriend Chien Lee during his younger years. The girl’s name was Chiao Mei. Chiao was Chien’s childhood friend and the only person to treat him more as a human than a ruthless warrior. Chiao often thought about life beyond the walls of the clan and what would life be like if they lived beyond them. Though Chien had feelings for her, they remained loyal and dared not to disobey Lord Zhen. They loved Lord Zhen and treated him like a father figure. Because of this, they were able to handle the pressures of the missions until tragedy stuck. One day, Chiao Mei, Chien, and a group of assassins were sent to ambush a rival clan in a village. During the mission, Chiao Mei was startled by a noise and mistakenly threw a kunai at a child who was hiding in a basket. She attempted to save the child’s life, but failed. She didn’t mind killing anyone else, but she vowed never to kill a child. She felt children were the purest form of innocence and to destroy that would mean to destroy the good in life. Chiao became distraught as Chien helped her and the rest of the group depart from the mission. Days past and it began to consume her. Chien attempted to console her, but he couldn’t. One night as he returned from a mission, he went to Chiao Mei’s quarters. Chiao Mei decided to attempt seppuku(hara-kari: Ritual suicide)and Chien Lee stopped her. He yelled at her and asked her why. She told him she couldn’t handle the visions of death anymore after what happen. She felt her only two options were to leave the clan or perform ritual suicide. She didn’t want to leave because she felt that they would send him after her and it would leave him at a painful cross-road. She dared not to tear him away from Lord Zhen. She told him it was the only way. As she cried upon Chien’s shoulder, Chien Lee made a shocking decision. He decided to leave with her. She begged him not to do it. He was the Lord’s best warrior and if he left, he would be chased down and murdered as well. As she pleaded with him, Chien Lee grabbed her and kissed her. He told her that he rather run for the rest of I life with her than to never be with her at all. He loved Lord Zhen with all of his heart and that he would always be grateful to him, but if he had to choose, it would be her. She looked at him, hugged him, and asked for one more request. She told him to make love to her. If they must flee, she wanted to have at least one special moment together. He consented to her wish. After making love, Chien Lee said their only shot at escaping was to go on a mission and fake their own deaths. From there, they would leave for Japan and start a new life. The plan seemed perfect; however, it never came to pass. The rival clan that the Dragon of the Wind attacked sought revenge and planned an ambush. Hours after their moment, the clan was hit with a surprise attack. Chien Lee and Chiao Mei soon joined the endless battle. The battle took the lives of many and all that remained was Chien Lee, Chiao, and a handful of members. The members began to search for survivor and they found Lord Zhen on his death bed. They tried to save his life, but it was too late. Chien Lee attempted to apologize to his dead Lord saying that he hopes he forgave him for wanting to abandon the clan. As he asked for forgiveness, a member of the rival clan rose up and charged at Chien with a spear. Before he could reach him, Chiao launched herself in front of the spear in order to absorb the blow. Chien quickly grabbed his staff and killed the undetected warrior. He then quickly rushed to Chiao and did everything in his power to save her. Unfortunately the spear hit her in the lung and she only had moments to live. She told Chien to continue on with their plans. That if he loved her, he would not become a weapon of revenge and destruction. She pleaded with him to move away and start anew. Before she closed her eyes, he granted her that wish. Chien Lee and the remaining members gave their fallen members an honorable death before they departed. Some decided that they would join the emperor’s army. Others said they would become assassins and some even vowed to resurrect the clan. Chien Lee decided that he would go on a path of repentance. He told the group that while he loved both Lord Zhen and Chiao, he felt that Chiao was right. Some of the missions they performed were cruel and inhumane. He thanks Lord Zhen for everything, but in order to move on, he must find repentance within himself and that he would wonder the Earth until he found it. He told the survivors that he felt he lost his family and everyone he loved. In order to begin anew, he had to cleanse himself of his demons. They then wished each other luck and departed. Since that day, Chien Lee became known as the Wanderer of the Dragon. He vowed that he would not rest and settle until he brought honor to himself, his clan, and Chiao Mei.
Riko Teki na Shujin: A dangerous and unpredictable man. He trained under a master by the name of Yoi Kyoshi for many years. While Master Kyoshi was a great master, he was a cruel fellow. He would always play psychological tricks on young Riko, training or not. This made him very uneasy around anyone, especially his own master... at one point, it even came across as abuse. Much like the Spartans of old, minus the respect. After learning all that he could, Shujin ruthlessly killed his master. Being a warrior was in his blood and infested his mind in negative ways, thus giving him much more drive and determination to become the stuff of legend...in his own opinion, the only one that mattered to him because of how he was treated as a child and teenager. Thinking that he had become the greatest Samurai and Warrior ever, the now Ronin traveled to the city of Asahikawa. He persuaded a few men to join his currently non-existent army due to his cunning, intelligence, and leadership skills, positive or not. He then went to Sapparo, a very large city, where a huge battle broke out due to the Onin Wars. Only he and about 400 of his estimated 600 men were left. He then traveled to Tomakomi, where he abruptly stopped all of his men. He killed an estimated 20 at one time, and the rest were left in shock. Shujin then gave a challenge to his men. "Fight alongside me, or die by my hand!" About 280 men stayed with him. The others indeed did die. When he got to Hakodate, he killed another 30 or so men, mostly by throwing them into the raging waters, leaving but 250. His staying 250 saw him consume the flesh of the dead, thus establishing himself as a cannibal. He was almost insane. Almost. Finally, upon reaching Aomori, as south as Hokkaido goes, his men turned on him. This forced him to flee, going as South as possible. He now makes his way into Akita. He has become very wary, only to trust... no one. Using his thick-skulled yet cunning nature, Shujin wants to become Shogun himself to shadow his insecurities, as no matter how cocky he is, only he and his(negative)conscience truly understand.
Yoshihiro: Born in a royal household to a loving father, Yoshihiro Minamoto was born into royalty, so to speak. His mother died while giving birth, and his father swore to raise him to the best of his ability.
Yoshihiro's father worked as an adviser for the Daimyo of Akita, helping him with important matters regarding the military and
the public. Because of this, Yoshihiro's father lived in an estate near the Daimyo's personal house. When Yoshihiro was born, a big party was held, the Daimyo himself being one of the attendees. All knew that Yoshihiro would grow up to be something great one day. They just didn't know how he would get there...
As Yoshihiro began to come to age, scholars of the Royal Palace taught him how to read and write. His father had special poets from around the city come to teach Yoshihiro in the art of Haiku. Yoshihiro grew to like poetry, but his attention was fixed elsewhere most of the time: On Nature. Yoshihiro seemed to be fascinated with how the leaves fell from the Cherry Blossom Trees; how the birds moved to-and-fro; how water fell from the sky. Soon, though, his attention would be drawn to something even greater: To Samurai.
At the age of seven, Yoshihiro witnessed something he would never forget. As he wandered the palace grounds, he managed to find himself to the entrance of the gates. There, he saw two men, yelling at each other viciously. One man had a long, bladed weapon, while the other had what looked to be a long wooden stick with a metal knife on the end of it. Suddenly, the man with the bladed weapon swung at the other. The wooden stick man dodged the attack and tried to sweep the blade carrier. The blade carrier jumped over the attack, and re-positioned himself a few feet away.
The man with the stick then charged the other, causing the other to back into the Cherry Blossom Tree. As he hit the bark, the man with the stick swung straight for his head, but the blade carrier ducked the attack and moved away. The Stick Man charged again, but this time the Blade Carrier was ready. He moved out of the way at the last second, tripping the man with the stick. The man with the stick stumbled to the ground, and the man with the blade charged at him. Screaming at the top of his lungs, the Blade Carrier swung the weapon downward at the grounded man, but stopped inches above his head. It was at this time that Yoshihiro's dad came walking around the corner.
Being asked, Yoshihiro's father explained what Yoshihiro had just witnessed: A friendly duel between two training Samurai. Yoshihiro explained that he wanted to know more about this, Samurai, but his father was hesitant. Finally, he told Yoshihiro that if he studied very had, he would teach him Bushido, on the last day of every week.
For five years, Yoshihiro trained with great masters in the art of Bushido. Yoshihiro continued to learn his writing and reading, but he now learned how to wield a sword; for defense AND attack. However, this training would be short lived. It would stop after five years...
Five Years after beginning his Bushido training, now at the age of twelve, his father announced that he would be leaving for the military for a few years. This, however, was not what ended the boy's training. Yoshihiro had grown to understand his father's work, and knew that his father would be back. But that is when it happened. About a month after his father's departure, a rebel force (which had been building up over the past year), launched an attack on the Daimyo and his court. Hundreds of rebels, armed with stolen knives and sharp weapons, some even with sickles and hammers, assaulted the Daimyo's palace and all who resided in it. Yoshihiro was one of those residents.
Yoshihiro had no idea what was going on. Still too young to understand the complications of politics. One of the maids hid him off in a small room in the palace, from which he watched what happened by opening the door a slight bit. He saw man after man charge into the palace, slaughtering anyone they could find. Yoshihiro, unbelievably scared, had no idea what to do. Suddenly, one of the Daimyo's servants, and one of his father's closest friends, burst into the room. He told Yoshihiro to run; to run as fast as he could and escape the palace. To escape Akita, for if the rebels found out about him, they would look for him. The servant then bolted back out into the halls, only to be stabbed by a knife. Yoshihiro, knowing he had to get out, quickly grabbed all of his books and papers, as well as his beloved Bokken, and ran out of the room when it was clear. All around him he saw dead bodies. Bodies of people he had never seen before, and bodies of people he had grown up with.
He escaped to the outside of the palace, only to find more and more bodies scattered across the ground. He hopped over each carcass and made his way through the gates and ran, without stopping, toward the edge of the city. People had closed their doors when they heard the attack, and so, the pathways were empty. Tears flowed from Yoshihiro's eyes as he made his way to the edge of the city. He escaped into the forest, knowing very well that he may never set foot into the city again.
Years passed, and Yoshihiro survived on his own in the wilderness. He had managed to build his own straw hut, and used it as shelter from the elements. He built a bow and arrow out of sticks he had gathered, using the skills he learned from his training.
It has now been thirty years since Yoshihiro escaped into the wild. Keeping to his old nature, he spent most of his days studying the world around him. Studying how the river flowed through the Earth; how the birds soared through the air; how the bugs fought for survival. And, of course, continuing his training as a Samurai, on his own. He went into the city only to gather food and any supplies he needed for survival, but he never returned there to live. Now, thirty years since the incident, most people who knew of it are dead. Everyone else sees Yoshihiro as a "crazy old man" who lives alone in the wild -- A Hermit. No one knows of his background; even he has forgotten who he used to be. Moreover, though, no one knows of his talent or skill. No one has seen him in action. The once royal man known as Yoshihiro now simply sits and minds his own business, not interacting with the world. However, that will all change soon, as the Onin War nears. Soon, his tranquility will be disrupted...
Personality: Yoshihiro is, being that he lives alone, very quiet. Even when he walks into town for supplement, he rarely talks to anyone; not even the shopkeeper whom he buys his goods from.
Being that he is a Samurai at heart, though, he is very polite, and will always do his best at whatever task he needs to do. Yet, he is very un-confrontational. He tries to avoid a fight at all costs, though this is some times impossible, as thugs try to steal what money he has. He spends most of his days watching the river flow through the woods, waiting to see what the days bring him.
Appearance: Being that he has lived in the woods for all of his life, most of Yoshihiro's clothes are rather ragged. Though he cleans them in the river, they are not of the same quality as they used to be. He has a rough, rugged look, with a light beard around his chin. His dark black hair is usually tied in a ponytail , but when it is out, it extends down to his shoulder blades. His lips are a dry red, with cracks all along them. Surprisingly, he is not extremely skinny, as he manages to get food using the money he saved from when he was a boy. If he does not want to go inside the city, he will hunt for wild animals, something he is rather good at. On his feet are wooden sandals, which he has made using bark from fallen trees. Because of this, they are a rather tan color, with hints of brown here and there.
His face is a little scarred, as is his whole body from encounters with wild animals, and even pirates and thugs. Other than this, no one knows much about him. Not even himself.
Riko Teki na Shujin: A dangerous and unpredictable man. He trained under a master by the name of Yoi Kyoshi for many years. While Master Kyoshi was a great master, he was a cruel fellow. He would always play psychological tricks on young Riko, training or not. This made him very uneasy around anyone, especially his own master... at one point, it even came across as abuse. Much like the Spartans of old, minus the respect. After learning all that he could, Shujin ruthlessly killed his master. Being a warrior was in his blood and infested his mind in negative ways, thus giving him much more drive and determination to become the stuff of legend...in his own opinion, the only one that mattered to him because of how he was treated as a child and teenager. Thinking that he had become the greatest Samurai and Warrior ever, the now Ronin traveled to the city of Asahikawa. He persuaded a few men to join his currently non-existent army due to his cunning, intelligence, and leadership skills, positive or not. He then went to Sapparo, a very large city, where a huge battle broke out due to the Onin Wars. Only he and about 400 of his estimated 600 men were left. He then traveled to Tomakomi, where he abruptly stopped all of his men. He killed an estimated 20 at one time, and the rest were left in shock. Shujin then gave a challenge to his men. "Fight alongside me, or die by my hand!" About 280 men stayed with him. The others indeed did die. When he got to Hakodate, he killed another 30 or so men, mostly by throwing them into the raging waters, leaving but 250. His staying 250 saw him consume the flesh of the dead, thus establishing himself as a cannibal. He was almost insane. Almost. Finally, upon reaching Aomori, as south as Hokkaido goes, his men turned on him. This forced him to flee, going as South as possible. He now makes his way into Akita. He has become very wary, only to trust... no one. Using his thick-skulled yet cunning nature, Shujin wants to become Shogun himself to shadow his insecurities, as no matter how cocky he is, only he and his(negative)conscience truly understand.
Yoshihiro: Born in a royal household to a loving father, Yoshihiro Minamoto was born into royalty, so to speak. His mother died while giving birth, and his father swore to raise him to the best of his ability.
Yoshihiro's father worked as an adviser for the Daimyo of Akita, helping him with important matters regarding the military and
the public. Because of this, Yoshihiro's father lived in an estate near the Daimyo's personal house. When Yoshihiro was born, a big party was held, the Daimyo himself being one of the attendees. All knew that Yoshihiro would grow up to be something great one day. They just didn't know how he would get there...
As Yoshihiro began to come to age, scholars of the Royal Palace taught him how to read and write. His father had special poets from around the city come to teach Yoshihiro in the art of Haiku. Yoshihiro grew to like poetry, but his attention was fixed elsewhere most of the time: On Nature. Yoshihiro seemed to be fascinated with how the leaves fell from the Cherry Blossom Trees; how the birds moved to-and-fro; how water fell from the sky. Soon, though, his attention would be drawn to something even greater: To Samurai.
At the age of seven, Yoshihiro witnessed something he would never forget. As he wandered the palace grounds, he managed to find himself to the entrance of the gates. There, he saw two men, yelling at each other viciously. One man had a long, bladed weapon, while the other had what looked to be a long wooden stick with a metal knife on the end of it. Suddenly, the man with the bladed weapon swung at the other. The wooden stick man dodged the attack and tried to sweep the blade carrier. The blade carrier jumped over the attack, and re-positioned himself a few feet away.
The man with the stick then charged the other, causing the other to back into the Cherry Blossom Tree. As he hit the bark, the man with the stick swung straight for his head, but the blade carrier ducked the attack and moved away. The Stick Man charged again, but this time the Blade Carrier was ready. He moved out of the way at the last second, tripping the man with the stick. The man with the stick stumbled to the ground, and the man with the blade charged at him. Screaming at the top of his lungs, the Blade Carrier swung the weapon downward at the grounded man, but stopped inches above his head. It was at this time that Yoshihiro's dad came walking around the corner.
Being asked, Yoshihiro's father explained what Yoshihiro had just witnessed: A friendly duel between two training Samurai. Yoshihiro explained that he wanted to know more about this, Samurai, but his father was hesitant. Finally, he told Yoshihiro that if he studied very had, he would teach him Bushido, on the last day of every week.
For five years, Yoshihiro trained with great masters in the art of Bushido. Yoshihiro continued to learn his writing and reading, but he now learned how to wield a sword; for defense AND attack. However, this training would be short lived. It would stop after five years...
Five Years after beginning his Bushido training, now at the age of twelve, his father announced that he would be leaving for the military for a few years. This, however, was not what ended the boy's training. Yoshihiro had grown to understand his father's work, and knew that his father would be back. But that is when it happened. About a month after his father's departure, a rebel force (which had been building up over the past year), launched an attack on the Daimyo and his court. Hundreds of rebels, armed with stolen knives and sharp weapons, some even with sickles and hammers, assaulted the Daimyo's palace and all who resided in it. Yoshihiro was one of those residents.
Yoshihiro had no idea what was going on. Still too young to understand the complications of politics. One of the maids hid him off in a small room in the palace, from which he watched what happened by opening the door a slight bit. He saw man after man charge into the palace, slaughtering anyone they could find. Yoshihiro, unbelievably scared, had no idea what to do. Suddenly, one of the Daimyo's servants, and one of his father's closest friends, burst into the room. He told Yoshihiro to run; to run as fast as he could and escape the palace. To escape Akita, for if the rebels found out about him, they would look for him. The servant then bolted back out into the halls, only to be stabbed by a knife. Yoshihiro, knowing he had to get out, quickly grabbed all of his books and papers, as well as his beloved Bokken, and ran out of the room when it was clear. All around him he saw dead bodies. Bodies of people he had never seen before, and bodies of people he had grown up with.
He escaped to the outside of the palace, only to find more and more bodies scattered across the ground. He hopped over each carcass and made his way through the gates and ran, without stopping, toward the edge of the city. People had closed their doors when they heard the attack, and so, the pathways were empty. Tears flowed from Yoshihiro's eyes as he made his way to the edge of the city. He escaped into the forest, knowing very well that he may never set foot into the city again.
Years passed, and Yoshihiro survived on his own in the wilderness. He had managed to build his own straw hut, and used it as shelter from the elements. He built a bow and arrow out of sticks he had gathered, using the skills he learned from his training.
It has now been thirty years since Yoshihiro escaped into the wild. Keeping to his old nature, he spent most of his days studying the world around him. Studying how the river flowed through the Earth; how the birds soared through the air; how the bugs fought for survival. And, of course, continuing his training as a Samurai, on his own. He went into the city only to gather food and any supplies he needed for survival, but he never returned there to live. Now, thirty years since the incident, most people who knew of it are dead. Everyone else sees Yoshihiro as a "crazy old man" who lives alone in the wild -- A Hermit. No one knows of his background; even he has forgotten who he used to be. Moreover, though, no one knows of his talent or skill. No one has seen him in action. The once royal man known as Yoshihiro now simply sits and minds his own business, not interacting with the world. However, that will all change soon, as the Onin War nears. Soon, his tranquility will be disrupted...
Personality: Yoshihiro is, being that he lives alone, very quiet. Even when he walks into town for supplement, he rarely talks to anyone; not even the shopkeeper whom he buys his goods from.
Being that he is a Samurai at heart, though, he is very polite, and will always do his best at whatever task he needs to do. Yet, he is very un-confrontational. He tries to avoid a fight at all costs, though this is some times impossible, as thugs try to steal what money he has. He spends most of his days watching the river flow through the woods, waiting to see what the days bring him.
Appearance: Being that he has lived in the woods for all of his life, most of Yoshihiro's clothes are rather ragged. Though he cleans them in the river, they are not of the same quality as they used to be. He has a rough, rugged look, with a light beard around his chin. His dark black hair is usually tied in a ponytail , but when it is out, it extends down to his shoulder blades. His lips are a dry red, with cracks all along them. Surprisingly, he is not extremely skinny, as he manages to get food using the money he saved from when he was a boy. If he does not want to go inside the city, he will hunt for wild animals, something he is rather good at. On his feet are wooden sandals, which he has made using bark from fallen trees. Because of this, they are a rather tan color, with hints of brown here and there.
His face is a little scarred, as is his whole body from encounters with wild animals, and even pirates and thugs. Other than this, no one knows much about him. Not even himself.
Feel free to share your opinion with other people on their biographies!