camille and heart sat there heart just finsed a tatto for camille it was a 3 inch cute kitten on her ancle placeing her stuff back into a metal case that had a lock it had every color you can think of it hade some stuff for cleaning theskin before it and some stuff to cleen it after she had nettls for every color there where over 50. closeing the case and locked it with a comanashon she smiled at camille.
Name😮ni Waban Ru
Age:32
Sex:Male
Weapon:Yumi, Katana.
Magic Weapon: Wakizashi. (Lordzeb, i'll let you determine what magic capability it has. Unless you want me to do it.)
Occupation:Ronin.
Description:
Story: Born to a rather strict code of battle, Oni would be cursed from the beginning. At the age of thirteen the elder of his village bestowed a wakizashi on him, only to die moments later of a severe heart attack. Given this scene, he was immediately out casted towards the outer reaches of the country. Stripped mainly of everything precious, all he carried was a bow, katana and the cursed weapon given to him. A rather fragile wakizashi merely seeming to be used for ceremonial purposes. Already, after a minor skirmish a bounty has been placed on his head even in the troubled times that have arised from the dark one and his 'weapon'. As of now, his current location has yet to be described, seeing as preferably his cursed past will be best kept to itself.
Originally posted by lordzeb
Alaina looked around, wondering where he could be. She searched and she searched, but she found no sign of him. Then she heard a movement to her left. It shocked her a great deal. She wondered to herself what it could be.
((fyi, i meant to say Emma, but i forgot. hehehe))
Emma jumped off the roof, walking the streets, trying to keep moving. People were rushing past her, bumping into her without so much of an apology. She was looking for someone she was hired to protect, but couldn't find her anywhere.
(Ehehe, sorry about that. The site I usually go for pictures seems to constantly be down.)
The light thud of a small ball would hit his calf, eyes turning Oni would blink a few times. The small child then came running up to claim her play item blinking a few times even keeping her distance. Red kimono placed loosely against his form, he would stare quietly at her then the ball. "Is this you--" The sound of skittering feet could be heard as the child was long gone now. Eyes quietly staring at the ball now, he would crouch slightly picking it up. "They all run away.." A hand running along his cheek would make his mood none the less worse off. Each etched peice of skin was a constant painful reminder of what happened, yet what will always be with him. The ball under his arm slightly, three weapons could be seen on his form. A large bow would be at a diagonal across his back, as two blades could be seen. A long katana at his right, and a smaller blade positioned along the belt holding the kimono together. His new destination would be in search of the ball's owner. He would probably most likely not find her, unless he perhaps used some form of reasoning. Children liked attention grabbing things correct? Maybe he should buy her some form of item along that line. This wasn't his item to give away, nor keep. His thoughts would be stopped by a yell sounding from a group of armed men. "Halt! Who are you that carries weapons during the year of our new lord?" Form shifting, lavendar optics would watch the approaching five man group. "I'm sorry. I am merely returning a personal item. I do not mean any trouble, I shall be on my way soon." A raucous laugh around would ensue from the males as each withdrew their weapon of choice. "Please, I mean no harm." The sound of a blade singing through the air resulted in the ball being popped completely, as air escaped the gash in the balloon blood also seeped with it. A small gash had been left across his hand, seeing as he found no means of dodging the attack. No sign of pain filtered through as well, bringing another laugh about. "Haha, he can't even use his blade. Let's have fun with him." The proceeding sounds would be that of fists instead of weapons, or perhaps the average blunt object. The forms of the men could be seen leaving as Oni remained slouched against the ground quite beaten and bloody. "Nn.." He of course could of dispatched each one, but his heroics had already bought him quite the bounty. His weapons remained in good order though, each one still along his form. Gripping the edge of his blade, he would pull himself up spitting a small amount of blood along the ground. Still gripped along his hand would be the popped ball. They would need to purchase his aquaintance a new one. Yet again the faint skittering noise from a corner or such before form would collapse fully on the ground.