It was evening, a cool night breeze ran through the air as it chilled all who walked outside. In the middle of the streets of Varial, a small town along the coast of the Water Kingdom, Kazeharu, having 4 blades at his side, sat outside of a bar at the docks watching the ships coming into the harbor after a long day of fishing and drinking through his bottle of sake. “Ahhhhh, now that hits the spot.” the drunk man said.

Just as he was about to take another sip, a man was thrown through the door and landed right behind him. Kazeharu looked behind him and examined the man, or more like a boy since he seemed to only be 21. Then a pair of men with standard Water Kingdom army blades walked out of the bar, one wearing an eye patch and the other having a buzzcut. ‘Soldiers?’ Kazeharu thought.

“Now listen boy!” Eyepatch said as both he and buzzcut unsheathed their blades. “This bar is for Water Kingdom soldiers ONLY! We deserve to have a bar to ourselves after risking our necks for people like YOU! So don’t even think about stepping back in there unless you want us to chop your head off.” He said as he held the tip of his sword to the boys.

“Yeah, so just get lost you piece of shit.” Buzzcut said as he put his sword on his shoulder.

Kazeharu looked past the men and into the bar, he could see around 5 other drunk soldiers and a bartender who looked like he was trapped in a cage of lions. ‘Not my problem.’ He thought as he looked back forward and continued to drink.

The young man on the ground nodded in agreement and ran away frantically, that’s when Buzzcut saw Kazeharu drinking, “Hey you, what are you doing just sitting there? Get lost! You’re blocking the view of the ocean!” Kazeharu heard, but ignored the man's warning.

Eyepatch walked forward towards the man sitting down, “Did you hear the man? MOVE!” he yelled as he swiped the bottle that Kazeharu was drinking from and threw it into the water.

Kazeharu looked at the soldiers standing in front of him, then at his alcohol in the water, then back at the two soldiers. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you?” Kazeharu said as he used his thumb to loosen his orange katana, “It’s rude to waste food” he then fully unsheathed his blade, Churippu. “Let me re-educate you.” he said as he held his sword to his side.

Buzzcut looked over to his friend, then back to the man in front of him. “Your funeral man.” he said as he swung vertically at the drunk samurai. In a split second, the samurai stepped to the side and slashed diagonally at the man's chest, killing him.

“You bastard!” the soldier said with his last breath. As he fell to the ground, the other soldiers ran outside with swords in hand and surrounded the drunk.

“You’re dead meat now boy!” one man said, “We’ll show you what happens when you mess with the Water Kingdom!” another said.

“Oh please, I bet you guys have never even fought on the front lines. You’re nothing more than a bunch of powerless soldiers who bully other people.” Kazeharu said as he grabbed his bundle of swords and jerked his arm up, causing the last three blades to fly into the air, “I’ll guide your corrupt souls towards your friend as you all enter the gates of hell together!” He yelled with a psychopathic grin.

He horizontally slashed a man to his right, then impaled the man next to him. He unsheathed the blade from the man's chest and threw it into the air, as his other swords were about to hit the ground, he grabbed two of them in the air while the third fell to the ground. He span around, slicing another two soldiers though their chests. One soldier ran forward and tried a diagonal slash toward the samurai, who then kicked up the third sword and then kicked it again at the bottom of the hilt, impaling the man.

“W-what the?” Eyepatch said as he began stepping backward before falling over. “What the hell are you?!” he yelled as he pointed the sword at the samurai.

Kazeharu looked upwards as Churuppi was about to fall in front of him, “I’m a survivor.” he whispered as he moved forward with expert timing and grabbed the blade with his mouth. He then ran forward and parried the man's sword with Churuppi as the other two blades impaled the Eyepatch.

Kazeharu looked around at the 7 dead bodies, he quickly sheathed the two blades in his hands and then retrieved the blades in the chests of the soldiers and sheathed them as well. He then walked into the bar and walked over to the bartender “Please sir, j-just take my money and leave.” the bartender said frightened

Kazeharu took out a bill, “I’d like one bottle of sake.” he said as he placed the bill on the counter. The bartender, confused and frightened, gave him a large bottle. “Thank you.” the samurai said as he left the bar. When he walked outside however, he sees a large group of easily 25 soldiers staring him down.

“You wanna explain?” the man who was obviously the captain said as he unsheathed his blade, followed by the other 24 soldiers.

Kazeharu sighed as he looked at the army, he took a deep breath as he got ready to do what he had to do. … He ran away at top speed.

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Standing at an even 6 feet tall and weighing 165 pounds, Adrian is hardly one of the most imposing figures of the assembled warriors. In fact, the scowl that is all but engraved to his face and his ever skeptical eyes do not make for an endearing individual.

True to his pragmatic nature, Adrian prefers to dress in rather simple attire while not on a mission, and in light leather armor while in combat. After all, with the monsters they are up against, what good is a little bit of metal going to do?

Kingdom: Water

Persona: Sardonic. Pessimistic. Blunt. Rude. All fine words when it comes to describing one of the forefront strategists that the Water kingdom has to offer. Adrian is perhaps the epitome of the no-nonsense brand of thinking and wastes little time involving himself in affairs he deems pointless. Saying that he is reserved would be a gross understatement, as every aspect about him is purposefully cold and uninviting.

And yet underneath the unbelievably rough exterior is a man with few redeeming qualities. He is rational and analytical even when under extreme pressure and has momentous stubbornness that is often mistaken for resolve. His humor is so dry that it dehumidifies the air around him, but all too often goes unappreciated. This comes with a very direct and often times too honest manner of speech that leaves little room for friends.

Say what you will about his lackluster personality, but none can deny that Adrian is true strategist in every sense of the word. Rather than rushing in, he will observe a situation and look for openings and weak spots. He is adept at coordinating the movements of others in efficient and effective ways. And above all else, Adrian does everything he can to make sure his side always comes out on top.



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Ability/Magic/Technology: A tactical mind is what got Adrian lumped into the forty-two warriors assembled, not necessarily his physical prowess. That’s not to say he’s a slouch with that fancy looking bow of his, but it should be still be noted that he’s no super human.

As is common for most denizens of the Water Kingdom, manipulating the element that surrounds his home comes to Adrian naturally, with a particular affinity for converting it into ice being one of his few strong suits. Most would call that fitting. Adrian calls it predictable. Other than that, Adrian specializes in the the creation of barriers, as it can play a large role in dictating the flow of battles.