Katana's Edge

[Redeemer]

Ok this will be an Old Japenese era game. With Samurais, assassins, gangs, and such. The main plot will be that, there is a war going on. So any town/city that isnt in the middle of the war has hidden their important officials away in fortresses to protect them. In the great City of Himishema a Gang is protecting the officials.And we dont know wich gang is the protecter, so if you want to get the officials you have to get into the gangs and find out wich one it is.(Just make up gangs and ill decide wich one.) Now your part in this story can be a Samurai guard of the town.An assassin sent to kill the officials. An old veteran swordsmen that is now a civillian. Or a rogue agent in for their own plans (Wich you have to run by me). I dont need a Bio if you dont want. Here is what i would like.This is my character aswell.

Name: Wangetsu Ejji

Nicknames: Crescent Edge

Hieght: 6'0

Hair Style/Color: Silver White, reaching inbetween his shoulders

Clothing: Blue (Cant remember name of it) Clothing, and at the edges were it meets my hands and feet it is trimmed white. It also has a White crescent moon on the back.

Weapons: Has a Katana made at perfect length and wieght just for him. He also has a Wakazashi, for when ever he dual wields.

Items: Cloth to wipe blood from blade, hat, bag with money in it, Wrist guards that go up his forearm, they can be used to block attacks.

Faction:Rogue Swordsmen

Skills: Feared Master Swordsmen, Great Dual Wielder aswell. Very Fast, knows were the vital organs are in body. Very calm in even the most dire situations.

[Redeemer]

Walking through the great gates of the city Wangetsu Ejji looked up at the sun.As its rays beat down on his shoulders he stumbled onto the ground.He cursed as he stood and removed the brown cloth he had made into a shirt. As it waved to the ground he breathed in and cracked his back. He next removed his hat that had been used to block the sun on his long journey.His silver white hair fell down between his shoulder blades.Over his body was a blue colored (forgot name of it.)clothing. On the edges that met his hands and his feet it was rimmed white. And on his back was the mark of a White Crescent Moon.On his hip he held two Katanas on his right side belt.One longer than the other. He sat by the wall next to the gates to the city.

It was a great town in terms of being prodigious. But Wangetsu knew that on the inside it was a scum filled rotting wound. Filled with gangs,assassins, and more. Closing his eyes Wangetsu enjoyed the cool breeze, when all of a sudden he felt he was being watched, and his blades moving on his lap were he placed them.He jumped up, standing he began to unsheath his blade when he looked to see a wide eyed little girl. She looked at him and her brown eyes held fear. Something that he did not mean to instill on one so young.He leaned over and smiled. "Im sorry, did i frighten you, i just do not like people touching my blade or its sheathe.Be careful about touching things that dont belong to you." The little girl smiled and her eyes showed a glint of happiness. "Are you a Samurai Mister?" She finnaly said with excitement. Wangetsu's smile turned to a plain face. "No young one i am not, to tell you the truth i dont know what i am......." His stomach began to growl, "Well evidentally hungry!" He began to laugh."My family owns a wheat store, ill get you something Mister," Nodding he sat back down and closed his eyes.

A few moments passed before he heard the yelling. "YOU NEED TO LEARN RESPECT!" At the end of the words Wangetsu heard the little girl scream. He stepped up and opened his eyes. There was already a crowd surrounding,yet no one helped the girl. As he pushed through the people, Wangetsu saw the little girl on the ground.Her nose was bleeding and bread was spread over the ground. There were three men standing abover her. One with his foot up like he had just kicked."May this be a lesson to all those who disrespect the Gekido Tora Gang." The three men wore no shirts but had tattoos of Tigers on their backs, with orange pants striped black.

With an angry frown Wangetsu walked out into the circle and helped the girl up, "Go on, go home ill handle this," He whispered to her.He looked up to the three men. "So this is how you show strength? Picking on innocent children? Seems like a fools route." The men began laughing at his words. "Well, well, well, what do we have here boys. A big bad swordsmen it would seem." The man spoke as he leaned in and took both of Wangetsu's swords from their sheaths. Wangetsu's eyes flashed with anger. "You would be wise to return those, before you end your own life." Wangetsu spoke calm and strong.

The three men circled around him. two of them stopped on his sides, and stood back. The "leader" stood infront of Wangetsu and threw his swords to the other men on each side, while unsheathing his own sword. "You've got a big mouth my man, but into buisiness that is not your own too.Now you will taste a true blade." Wangetsu tilted his head as he looked the blade over, he smiled then acually laughed. "A true blade is it? A typical poser blade, a little to wieghted in the back from the looks, and it is dull at the bottom of the blade." The leader frowned and rose his sword over his head, "Why you little!!" he charged forward and sliced vertically. The crowd gasped and turned, expecting blood. When the crowd turned back they saw the man in blue with his foot on the end of the Gang members bastard sword, holding it down.

The other two men on the sides had blank looks on their faces, and one thing that suprised the Gang leader is that the Strangers swords were back in their sheathes. "Hey, get those swords back you useless pieces of..........." Grunting to pull his sword out from under Wangetsu's foot he fell back. Both of the other men looked dumbfounded as they looked at their hands then Wangetsu's sheathes. Pulling blades of their own they also ran forward. Their was a glare of light and a sound of metal clashing then Wangetsu had one blade out and was back a few paces, both men screamed in pain as they saw that their blades had found flesh but only that of their ally.Both men had stabbed each other.

Stepping forward with lightning speed Wangetsu made two movements of his arms and the screaming stopped. One man's face fell of from being cut diagnolly from the jaw up through the ear and top of the head.While the others fell of from right under his nose to the end of his skull. With such swift strikes the blood sprayed high from the wounds.Wangetsu had already leapt between the two towards the leader who was just struck with shock, wich turned to fear as the man that had just easily dispatched his two friends walked towards him.He smiled and spoke pleadingly, "Please have some mercy, i did not know who i spoke with, who may you be." Wangetsu stopped a few paces infront of the Leader of the little group and kept a plain face. "But did you not get that my mercy was my warning about giving my blades back. But i will tell you who you were dealing with.........." The leader had screamed from hearing that and ran forward with his blade.

Side stepping Wangetsu held his blade out and blocked the strike, while jerking up, making him lose grip on it and it flew from his hands and flew in the air for a moment before hitting the ground infront of him. Doing a side spin Wangetsu lifted his blade high and aimed it, then plunged it into the man's back. It cut through the man's backbone and lung. In the last moment he had of life left Wangetsu whispered into his ear. "I am Wangetsu Ejji, The Crescent Edge." The man's eyes went wide and he died.Taking his blade from the guy's back he wiped it with a cloth he pulled from under his clothing. Placing the cloth back he sheathed his sword and walked towards his stuff. The crowd parted quickly so not to get in his way. As he neared his clothing and hat he smiled.

He had already completed part of his mission in just a few minutes of being in the city. Get attention of local gangs and civillians. And he knew that other gangs were watching. He smiled as he sat by his stuff again. He closed his eyes and went to a weak sleep.

[Redeemer]

(LoL, come on people, someones got to be interested!lol)

[Setg]

Name: Ayagi Nanahara (so sue me i like BR)

Allegiance: Ronin

Age:28

Height 5'7"

Weight 215lb

Weapons: Kunima-jitsu Katana, sho-ryu-ken throwing blade.

hair: Balck with flecks of grey.

Armour: None - Nanahra sees armour as being dis-honourable.


Nanahra was once a Samurai bodyguard for Emperor Zu Lau Tse. His honour and skill were famed, but Lau Tse's chief advisor, Huang Lo, grew jealous of Nanahara's position within the empire and framed him for the murder of the emperor's neice, Xiaoyu. The emperor did not kill Nanahara, he punished him by declaring him Ronin, destined to walk no path, or serve no lord for the rest of his days. Now, Nanahra travels Japan, offering his services to those with loyalty and money.

[Redeemer]

(Cool, whats BR, and just make a post of him walking in town.)

[Setg]

Battle Royale - excellent Japanese film which is a poignant statement on todays children in society. oh, and it's got lots of death and fighting in it as well. Nanahara was the films hero. Posting the entrance to town later on.

[econdha]

Name: Kazu Horohide (pronounced kah-ZOO ho-RO-HEE-day)
Age: 38
Height: 5'5
Weight: 111
Eyes: black
Hair: Red so dark it looks black
Build: Small and burly
Clothing: Brown Kimono
Armor: Royal Blue- Samurai style helmet, Spiked shoulder plates, Greaves, Gauntlets, Cool-Armor-Skirt-Thing-Samurai-Wear
Weapons: Halberd(Adept), Martial Arts(Adept)
Personality: Very quiet, Observant
Bio: Retired soldier. Working for a small local gang to make extra cash. Assigned to kill anyone suspicious in the city.

Kazu:


Face:

[Setg]

Nanahara entered the city from the west, just as nightfall was approaching, the dark purple night scaring the dark red sky from the horizon. A small shanty town just before the gate served as welcome to this hive of scum and villainy.

He saw young children chasing dogs, and old women gossiping to each other over tea. He smiled inwardly, this small area of the city seemed so remote and peaceful, yet just beyond the gates lay corruption and death. He had travelled far, and this was the only area to rest and buy supplies, before he continued with his journey. He had travelled far and fast to escape the clutches of Huang Lao, and so far had been successful.

As he strode through the area, he realised that this place reminded of something he had long forgotten, home. The atmosphere here made him feel as though he was back in Kyoto, as a child playing with friends.

As he walked past a rackety bamboo shed, a whistling sound caught his attention. He dived aside sharply, as a dagger flew past him, almost grazing his neck before embedding itself in the aged bamboo beside him with a noisy THUNK.

He glanced up, and then behind and saw the dagger's owner. He cursed to himself silently, he should not have let his concentration slip so much to be almost taken by a ninja.

He'd seen Tatsumi Ayago before. the ninja stood dressed in his typical head to toe black, his master's red and gold dragon seal on his arm the only difference between him and the other warriors of the night like him. He was a cold, merciless ninja, and Huang Lao's personal assassin. If someone was unfortunate to cross Hunag Lao, then Tatsumi's blade would be the last thing they would ever feel on this world.

"Tatsumi," he said grimly, "I knew Huang Lao wanted me dead, but I didn't think myself worthy of his personal assassin."

The assassin moved towards Nanahara, his blade drawn and ready.

"You are not worthy of anything dog," spat the ninja.
"When I heard my master wished you dead, I asked of it as a personal favour to despatch you."

The assassin's words had barely finished when he struck, leaping at Nanahara and slashing with his blade. Nanahara blocked quickly with his own dagger, the suprise registering in Tatsumi's eyes, showing the ninja had not even seen him draw the blade. Something else flashed through the ninja's eyes, fear, with a hint of regret. Nanahra span quickly, and hit the ninja with a quick spinning roundhouse that sent the ninja sprawling backwards. With space cleared, Nanahara drew his katana and prepared for battle.

[Redeemer]

As Wangetsu leaned against the wall, he could feel the night air coming through and began to stand.As he did and opened his eyes the little girl from before was walking infront of an older man. The man called out to Wangetsu, "Please wait sir!"

Turning to him Wangetsu had one hand on his katana."Is the girl ok? " He forced a smile to the man. The girl laughed and he looked down to see the man rubbing through her hair. "Yes, Kigoumi only got a scrape and a bruise, by the way, i am Riougi Unimasa."

Riougi bent in a bow,"It's been so long since i have given my name, just call me Mashin." He returned with a short bow. The man's face shifted, "You are certainly no devil sir. You saved my little girl and got rid of some of the trash that backs up this village." With a smiling face he said, "Would you like to stay at our inn. Free of charge ,it is getting late.And you can get some of that bread my daughter promised you." He began to laugh and tried toput his hand on Wangetsu's shoulder, but only touched air as wangetsu had already moved as seeing the hand.

After a moment of silence he says, "I supose i could take you up on such a kind offer.But only for tonight." After this he is led to the inn.

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It was quite well kept, and after a hot bath, Wangetsu was ready for food.He walked down the steps and found the man waiting with his wife at a table. "Please mister Mashin, come sit."

With a confused face he walks down the steps and kneels down by the table.The woman was older aswell, strange how a couple would have a child at such old ages.She spoke first, "I want to thank you for saving my precious Kigoumi aswell." She stopped and the man began. "But you need to leave tomorrow. In standing up for her and killing those three men you will be hunted down by the rest of the gang and killed."

Wangetsu smiled, "My good sir, i can promise you that nobody will be killing me any time soon.I am not a novice in my art." He took a bite out of the bred that was on the table and sipped some water. The man looked like he had just been slapped. "Sir, do you not understand the power gangs hold in this city. Why do you think the polkice never stop them. They will kill you, you watch."

Wangetsu frowned,"Do not worry about me i can handle myself, but you on the other hand..........." He stood and drew his sword. The man held his hands up, "Im sorry i did not mean to offend you i swear."
Wangetsu turned and yelled at him, "Get the child and run, NOW!" Even as he was thinking why he cared if they died or not an arrow flew through the door.

With the same lightining speed as before Wangetsu caught it as it went to the man's throat. But to many more came out and they hit the Riougi in the leg many times. He yelped in suprise then in pain.

Frowning with anger, Wangetsu looked at the woman, "Get this man out of here ill get the girl. What room is she in?" The woman was crying now and she spoke through the tears, "on the second story, room next to yours."

Running up the stairs he could hear from outside, in a muffled way, "Burn this place to the ground, mark the strength of the Gekido Tora's." Right after, Wangetsu saw the red glows fly through the sky through the window.

He burst through the door of the room. As the girl jumped out of her bed, a flaming arrow came zooming at her. But with his speed again, Wangetsu caught it with his hand and threw it out the window. Sheathing his sword and scooping up the girl he went to run out the door again, but the cieling was on fire and it began to collapse.

Turning, Wangetsu, with quick thinking. Ran straight through the window. Flipping, he landed on his feet and quickly saw what he was up against. About 25 men, one of wich, obviously the leader, was quite big. His tattoo's of black stipes on his arms, face, and chest made him look as stupid as he was big.

Letting the girl down, he told her, "Run along the back and escape to your parents." She looked up at him and said, "Wha about you misster." He smiled and let her down, and pushed her back. She took off running.

Standing and unsheathing his blade Wangetsu yelled above the screams of the people in the inn, now caught in flames. "ANYONE EVEN THINKING ABOUT GOING AFTER THE GIRL WILL HAVE DEATH BEFORE THEY CAN MOVE,but you all will already have that anyway."

He smiled and laughed as he bent into his stance.

(Nobody join this fight, i am going to finish later.)

[econdha]

The wind brought the scent of the feilds, barely noticeable above the odor of the city. The wind brought tales of what the farmers were doing. The scent was unnoticable here, though. Kazu Horohide sat cross legged on a broad porch in a small, shadowy courtyard.

Before him was the koi pond. Only one of the great hand length fish had survived the winter. It glistened like sunset on ice. His daughter, Yuuya, had named it Saigo. The last moment.

It floated slow and motionless across the pond. It's belly shining in the sunlight that drifted through the smoke. The smoke that tainted the air.

Kazu stood slowly and walked through the door behind him, into what he couldn't help but think of as the main hallway. The light of the sunset filtered through the smoke here, too, lighting up the charred remains of a home.

He stepped out into the street and through the crowd that didn't stop to notice yet another decimated building. Another family murdered. Another life laid waste.

He walked past the home of one of the city's greatest musicians. His ears did not hear the music.

He walked past the market where delicious food was being prepared. His mouth did not water.

He walked and did not stop until he had entered the home of Horiuno, a renowned horimono artist. It took him only a moment to explain what he wanted.
With each ink impregnated prick of the needle, his anger subsided. He held in mind the image of his daughter's face. The pain of the tattoo was a relief compared to the pain he'd felt...No. He refused to think of it.

He focused on the pain. As he came to accept that he had lost her, the tattoo became a part of him. A cruel trade.

The artist leaned back and nodded to Kazu. He turned his head and looked at the new addition to his face. A large red and white koi was forever painted into his skin. It swam down the left side of his face, it's tail curving above his eyebrow. Above it was his daughters name and below the word Saigo.

He hefted his halberd and walked out into the streets with a new sense of purpose.

[Setg]

The ninja snarled in anger and charged at Nanahra, swiping high, then low to try and throw his opponent off. Nanahara blocked the blows easily and then returned with a side swipe and then a lunge of his own. Tatsumi blocked the sideswipe and sidestepped the lunge, bring his blade down to nick Nanahara's arm, drawing a thin line of crimson across his forearm. The pain shocked him, and made him realise that Tatsumi was every bit as dangerous as his reputation. He raised his sword and drove at the ninja, with a high lung, a sweeping movement to the right followed by a low blow to the left. The ninja reacted accordingly, but a fraction too slow, the sweeping movement grazing his face and slicing his cheek through the gauzy masterial of his mask. He raised his hand to his face and touched the steady flow of blood from the wound, and screamed in frustration.

In anger, he flung a shuriken at Nanahara, then leapt at him, hoping the shuriken would distract the samurai long enough. The shuriken did the job, but Nanahara had expected nothing less from the ninja, and as the ninja leapt, he took his sho-ryu-ken blade and threw it, the blade sinking deep into Tatsumi's chest. The ninja stopped, and his eyes fluttered quickly, before he fell to the ground, a lifeless husk.

Nanahra stood and sheathed his sword, and walked over to the ninja's body. He crouched and grabbed the hilt of his blade, and started to withdraw it. Without warning the ninja sat upright, an assassin's dagger clutched in his hand aimed straight at Nanahra's heart. With less than a second to react, Nanahara did the only think he could think of, he let go of his blade and grabbed the blade of the assassins dagger. The ninja grunted and tried to push it further towards Nanahara, the samurai's blood dripping from his hand where the blade bit into the flesh of his hand. With lightning movement, the samurai reached down with his empty hand and gripped his blade from Tatsumi's body, causing the ninja to gasp with pain, and slammed it straight into Tatsumi's eye, peircing his eye and brain, killing him instantly.

He withdrew his blade, and wiped it clean on the dead ninja's robes. He used the blade to cut Lao's symbol from the ninja's robe, and cut a strip to use as a bandage for his injured hand. He wrapped the robe around the wound. and stood wearily. How many more would die before he could live in peace? As he made his way into the city, he realised he did not know the answer.

[Setg]

Nanahara struggled furiously with trying to keep the RPG going - but it was useless. He needed help, and soon....

[Redeemer]

Hey, im punished, be back in about 2 weeks. At friends now.