Post by Yoshihiro Minamoto on Jan 5, 2012 17:50:01 GMT -8
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Name: Yoshihiro Minamoto
Age: 42
From: Akita, Japan
Protagonist/Antagonist: Protagonist
Durability(max 65): 50
Strength(max 65): 50
Speed(max 65): 50
Custom Moves:
Monkey Strike -- A Jumping Vertical Strike Executed With A Katana or Naginata; Yoshihiro picked this move up by studying the monkeys in the forest.
Bird Takes Prey -- A Maneuver In Which Yoshihiro Throws Two Spears At One Time Toward The Opponent, Like A Bird Extending His Claws Toward His Prey
History: 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.
Name: Yoshihiro Minamoto
Age: 42
From: Akita, Japan
Protagonist/Antagonist: Protagonist
Durability(max 65): 50
Strength(max 65): 50
Speed(max 65): 50
Custom Moves:
Monkey Strike -- A Jumping Vertical Strike Executed With A Katana or Naginata; Yoshihiro picked this move up by studying the monkeys in the forest.
Bird Takes Prey -- A Maneuver In Which Yoshihiro Throws Two Spears At One Time Toward The Opponent, Like A Bird Extending His Claws Toward His Prey
History: 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.