Name- Travis McCoy
Age-26
Appearance-
Items- A Backpack, 2 lighters, one can of green beans, one can of navy beans, water bottle half full.
Weapons- 9mm handgun (4 bullets) , Katana, Hunting knife, pocket knife,
Bio- Travis is an American through and through, he was born and raised in central Texas. He spent most of his time wondering the back woods with his friends. He was proud of being an American, he had a lot of Native American ancestry along with his European ancestors.
As he got older he gained a love for the samurai sword and enrolled in as many classes as he could. Over time he became very talented with the Katana. He couldn't resist the offer to move to Japan and study under a master and for four long years he did just that. He became fluent in the language and set up a life for himself. Travis trained day in day out until his master felt he was ready. Travis had trained all his life to compete in this one event. It was the Olympics of the samurai sword, top tier students from all around meet up in the UK to try and gain there respective schools the title of "The best".
Travis was very nervous and excited about this event but knew that after this he would be able to return home and see his family and friends. He loved Japan but there was something about the Texas back woods that will always draw Travis back. Texas is where he belongs.
The plane ride from kyoto Japan to Brackley airport in Northamptonshire was long and boring, not to mention he had to pee...bad. He powerwalks to the nearest bathroom and relieves himself. As he walks out of the bathroom lugging his bags over his shoulders it happens. The bombs drop, total chaos. That was six mounts ago. All Travis wants is to get back to U.S soil, where he belongs.