Personality: Larel is distant when it comes to interacting with other people, he doesn't believe in friendship since he's had to kill anyone that was a 'friend' throughout his travels.
Underneath his distant personality however he's a straightforward person who's a bit too loyal for his own good.
Knowing this about himself he avoids interacting with people in trouble but can't ignore them either.
Bio: Larel's childhood seems to be fragments of memories which doesn't leave him with much memory of his family.
The earliest memory he has outside of his village is when he attacked a man being guarded by four samurai.
He was starving and he assumed from the mans' appearance that he had some money on him, enough to feed him for the next few days.
He was nine at the time and after catching him off guard attacking from a space between the buildings, he cut through his guards and started to stab him, however a ninja disarmed him and knocked him to the ground.
They were about to execute him but the man stopped the ninja and offered to take Larel in with him instead of killing him.
Knowing his only other option was death Larel agreed and served as the man's other bodyguard.
The ninja that attacked him became Larel's teacher and taught him swordplay and trained him to be a ninja.
The years passed and Larel grew up serving under the man who he found out was a daimyo and was trying to unify the land under his banner.
Larel became a part of his army and served him working to help him achieve his dream of unification.
However his dream was cut short by Larel himself, who killed him in the night after their celebration of gaining another territory. His master found him standing over their lords corpse and attacked him. Larel ran from his master and escaped from his village.
Larel now wanders after having escaped the remnants of his old lord's army and has lost interest in the world around him.
Other: Larel is skilled in using his sword having fought in skirmishes and performed assassinations when he served.
He's able to manipulate darkness which he uses to attack from a distance.
He has a habit of talking to himself sometimes.
Name: Alari Wisdom AKA "Zen"
Personality:Alari is a kind man who hates violence. He's a mature person but because of his open outlook on the world around him, he tends to miss common things.
He's normally relatively calm but when his interest is peaked he becomes intensely focused on it almost to the point of obsession.
He seems to become a completely different person when he's in love.
Bio: Amidst turmoil and despair Alari stood in the center of it, among the flames that covered a village he stood with a sword in his left hand, and the head of one of his victims in his right.
Red stretched as far as the eye could see, and the village was quiet.
Alari stood atop a mountain of bodies staring toward the starry night sky with blank eyes and a small smile on his face.
This was his paradise, his red world without pain and suffering. Solitude and silence, no tears and no screams just the crackle of the flames surrounded him.
Tears streamed down Alari's face as happiness enveloped him, joy in the ending of despair.
Alari who was known simply as Zen in his youth traveled from village to village killing anyone he encountered.
Even drifters on the road lives were ended without remorse or hesitation if they encountered him.
Women, children, men young and old Alari slew all of them and smiled all the while.
Eventually however his actions caught up with him as he stood outside a temple he had just finished setting aflame something catching his attention.
He turned towards the source before a pale hand gripped his face slamming him to the ground.
The attacker spoke to him as he was forcibly held down.
"My my look at what you've done. Human...nay I shouldn't call you that. Zen...I think its a good time for you to experience death 9,078 times. That's around how many lives you've taken right?"
Alari's eyes widened as he peered through the fingers of his assailant, he noticed they didn't have a face.
There was just white where their face should be, however as he watched them he watched his face form onto theirs.
"Unless...you'd be willing to make a wager," the assailant added smiling at him.
Centuries passed and Alari is now a traveler who at the moment is residing in a village as a doctor.
Whatever was in his past is long forgotten now and the name Zen no longer lingers anywhere.
Other: Being a pacifist Alari doesn't carry any weapons on his person.
Alari has extensive knowledge in curses and taps into his own energy to use magic. He believes its called Ki but its only a guess on his part.
Personality: Negal is a carefree woman who prefers to tell rather than show. She has a high amount of patience when it comes to dealing with sensitive matters, She has a short attention span for things outside her interest people included, but when in a good mood she's normally talkative. She has a strict dedication to her work and a strong desire to accomplish her goals. She normally tries to find an indirect way of helping others not wanting her kind side to show in public.
Bio: Negal lived with her mother and father in a small village near two daimyo who were in a shaky alliance due to tired troops and lack of supplies on both sides. She lived in constant fear of war descending on their land, which it did after one of the daimyo attacked in the night. However the other daimyo anticipated him and acted as well, the village erupted into a battlefield and Negal ran away with her parents. However in their escape her mother who was carrying her was cut down sending Negal tumbling to the ground. Her father saw her fall and their eyes met before he turned and continued running away leaving Negal behind.
Negal watched as arrows stopped her father and most of the families trying to escape. She looked behind her to samurai in armor running towards her towards the other samurai.
Negal closed her eyes waiting to be trampled when loud screams to filled her ears.
She opened her eyes to see a cloaked figure standing in front of her, surrounded by a red aura a sword attached to their waist as the samurai went flying.
The cloaked figure turned to Negal before kneeling down and holding their hand out to her.
After fleeing the battlefield Negal was raised by the kind stranger until she was about thirteen when she ran away after the leader of a clan of ninja came to her.
She trained under them next to a woman whom they had named Ai for a few years.
Eventually however Negal grew tired of the constant corruption and treachery that came with her job and left their employ.
She got as far away from people and all signs of life before having a home built through her old contacts, she now resides there occasionally visited by Ai who seeks Negal's information.
Only three people know of her home one being Ai and the other being her go between Yuki.
Other: Negal uses a tetsugen that she keeps hidden in her sleeve, she keeps the attachments on her at all times
She learned how to use her blood in exchange for magic while serving the ninja clan.
She has some knowledge in using swords but only with ones like a wakazashi, her main training is in her tetsugen though so its more of a last resort.
Name: Kaori Hirugawa
Age: Unknown since he lies about it. Presumed to be 24
Personality: Kaori is an eccentric young man who seeks to find the beauty in all things around him though his vision of beautiful things goes outside good cultural standpoints.
He tends to become obsessed with his painting once he finds a worthy target and under his ever smiling face is a sadistic twisted side that seeks to bring beauty into the world, through any means necessary.
His intentions though good have gotten him in trouble on numerous occassions.
Kaori seems to only show his serious side when he's painting and seems to enjoy all sides of people.
Bio: Kaori's past is shrouded in mysters as he now works as a traveling artist, but what little is known about him is that he once worked under a very prestigious painter.
He took Kaori in when he was a child after seeing young Kaori drawing on his own in a burning home.
Kaori's town had been attacked by bandits but young Kaori for some reason wasn't attacked, it wasn't until he saw him that he found out why.
The young boy was happily smiling was sketching the flames that were quickly closing in on him and the bodies of the bandits that lay around him.
He noticed that a samurai was laying amongst the flames and assumed he was the one that took the bandits out as there was no blood on Kaori.
He saved Kaori and to his surprise got hit since his picture got burned because the man had pulled him out.
The man took Kaori in after agreeing to make up for it by teaching him to drawn and paint.
Time passed and Kaori soon became a very skilled painter, but his interest seemed to change as he grew older, he sought to find the beauty in other people.
The idea was a noble one but the way he showed it was outside of that, because he refused to change his way of painting his master threw him out telling him never to return.
Kaori raised his brush to the heavens and grinned to himself as he sought to find enough beauty to make a battle stop at his very works.
Kaori now seems to have attached his attention to Mera who he believes would serve as a wonderful addition to his already large collection, the painting to trump all paintings.
"I shall call it 'The crimson angel'" Kaori said as he went to find Mera.
Other: Though his works are questionable in nature Kaori is a very skilled painter.
It's believed Kaori carries a weapon on him since he travels so often, but he seems TOO willing to allow others to search for it
Behind his strange nature lies the mind of a very intelligent person, but the craziness cancels it out