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Minamoto Jōichirō ( 源 城一郎 )<br>

Full Name
^{Minamoto Jōichirō}

Nickname/Alias
^{Jo, JoJo, anything along those lines}

Communicator Of?
^Hachiman

Age
¹⁸

Gender
^Male

Appearance
^{He dresses for comfort. Brands don't matter. As long as the pieces are deemed comfortable by him, he will wear it. Other habits include keeping his hair semi long, in the sense that it is cut short but is kept in a messy manner. Wears glasses, not the lens-less kind. He needs them, but not as much as one might assume. Overall, just your typical teenager.}

Personality
^{In short, he is a sassafras. Intelligent, he will have some sort of witty comeback for just about anything. Underneath this rather irritating exterior, he is quite caring. Despite bwing the communicator of a god of war, he is quite calm and collected. He will avoid confrontation before engaging. A lover, not a fighter, in the truest sense of the word. If one was to examine his family history and his upbringing, they would very quickly conclude that he is one of those 'born with a silver spoon up their ass' types. However, he really is not. He is genuine, most of the time, and rather easy to approach.}

Residence
^Tokyo

Brief Bio
<sup>Jo was born approximately 18 years ago in Taiwan. His parents, born on opposite sides of financial spectrum, fell in love as soon as they had met. The heads of their house knew of each other and what they stood for, and was not too happy about their union...

On his mother's side, the family had a very successful business. When his mother and father married, it was discovered that, though he seemed every bit a 'Jack-Of-All-Trades' type, his father actually was very entrepreneurial and had a knack for running a good business. Under the leadership of his mother and father, the family business thrived, paving the way of the lifestyle Jo and his family grew accustomed to.

Growing up, Jo was never wanting. He simply had to ask, and he received. However, that is not to say his parents gave him everything he wanted without first validating the need or merit in Jo receiving what he is asking for. For example, for some reason when he was eight, Jo wanted a vintage watch to wear. These are valued in similar fashion to collector's cars. Jo asked for a vintage Radiomir Panerai, one of the more expensive vintage watches in the market, if one can even have one imported from Europe. His parents agreed, on the condition of him doing whatever chore they asked of him, without recourse, for six months. When six months came and gone, and Jo fulfilled his part of the bargain, a pristine Panerai watch showed up in his room one afternoon and it was his to keep and care for. Until this day, Jo still has the watch, although he does not wear it anymore.

When he was sixteen, Jo and his family decided to relocate back to Japan, for business purposes. Having never lived in the country, Jo had a bit of a hard time adapting. He had no friends, no connections and felt no sense of purpose. He turned to religion, in particular Shinto, as a way to feel like he belonged. For some reason, unbeknownst to him yet, he always felt drawn to shrines dedicated to Hachiman, the guardian of Japan and warriors alike. When he in His shrine, he felt at peace, tranquil...</sup>

Reason For Choice
^{It almost seemed destined for Jo to be chosen. He hails from the ancient Minamoto clan, in which Hachiman is the tutelary god.}

Weapon
^{An unassuming chokuto. He does not often carry it with him, but it can be summoned to his side in a moment of need. It has been speculated that this sword is the fabled Kusanagi, but this has not be verified or determined}

Powers
^{Being a rather novice communicator, Hachiman has not given or introduced Jo to many powers. More to be discovered or determined as the RP progresses}

I.Tenka-Goken (Five Swords under Heave) Jo can summon five ethereal swords to be utilized individually or collectively. He can either physically hold and swing these swords one at a time or telepathically control all five with his hands.

II. More of a general power. Being the communicator of a god of war, Jo is at least proficient in most forms of combat, especially archery, the use of spears, and swords.

III.

Other
^{He loves to cook, but will burn anything with flour..}

@Hitman

Welcome to Camp Sunshine (2 Spots left!)

Ramses

Full Name: Ramses Ozymandias Duran

Nicknames/Aliases/Call Sign: Ramses/Ozzy/Mason

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Reason for joining: Because he can. And he needed a job.

Description: Well built, standing around 6 feet tall. Dark hair, olive skin. Dark, brown eyes. Strong facile features. His build is muscular, and stocky. Imagine a lumberjack.

Personality:Generally outgoing, mostly upbeat. Fiercely loyal to those he considers his friends. Obeys command absolutely.

Skills: Your quintessential special forces soldier. Expert hand-to-hand combatant but his true skills lies in his abilities with firearms. Having served in the Fgyptian equivalent of Delta Force, the Sa'Ka forces, he is trained in direct action, ambush combat, interdiction, sabotage, and covert infiltration.

Brief History: The Durans have long been know and commissioned as stone masons. Their history tracks back to antiquity. Some of the world's most well known structures has had the 'Duran Touch'. Their fortunes were amassed that way. The last 5 generations had settled in the American West, in the Rocky Mountains where there is an abundance material for them to work and play with. Their family, however, traces their ancestry back to the cradle of Civilization itself, thus explaining the odd name for an American. They also still worship some of the older gods, hence his name.

Some time during his adolescence, him and his family moved back to the old country. He found himself in a foreign land, where he barely spoke the language and definitely had no friends. Having applied an gotten accepted to West Point, he thought he'd do the same in Egypt. He applied and subsequently enrolled in the Egyptian Military Academy. Military service has not been something his parents thought he would undertake. However, they allowed him to follow through on his plans, wanting to see if their son can keep his words. For Ramses, joining the military academy guaranteed one thing. He would have more 'friends' coming out than he did going in.

Upon completion of his academy duties, Ramses continued his service by enlisting in the Egyptian army, eventually working and raising his way into the Sa'Ka forces. Along the way, he had several deployments where he learned the harsh truth. No one cares. Being a low ranking grunt means you get all the shit and none of the shine. A mission needs doing? You're up, rook. An interview with some posh media? Nah, your rank is too low. Breaching a possible terrorist holdout? You're it kid. A recruiting tour through Cairo? We need an officer for that.

For fuck sakes. He did this for a few years and decided to say fuck it. He served until his term was up and was honorably discharged. After his time with the military, be bounced around, doing private security and the like. The money came in, but not as much or as freely as he liked. During his time as a private security contractor, he heard whispers of a private company based out in Venezuela. A 'camp' they called it. He thought the prospects to be quite interesting. Nowhere did he hear about the kind of money he would be making but that didn't matter. He would be getting out of Egypt, for one, and going to experience something new.

And that is all he needed, to be honest...

Other:

He speaks pretty good English and does not follow one specific religion.

Welcome to Camp Sunshine (2 Spots left!)

Ramses

Full Name: Ramses Ozymandias Duran

Nicknames/Aliases/Call Sign: Ramses/Ozzy/Mason

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Reason for joining: Because he can. And he needed a job.

Description: Well built, standing around 6 feet tall. Dark hair, olive skin. Dark, brown eyes. Strong facile features. His build is muscular, and stocky. Imagine a lumberjack.

Personality:Generally outgoing, mostly upbeat. Fiercely loyal to those he considers his friends. Obeys command absolutely.

Skills: Your quintessential special forces soldier. Expert hand-to-hand combatant but his true skills lies in his abilities with firearms. Having served in the Fgyptian equivalent of Delta Force, the Sa'Ka forces, he is trained in direct action, ambush combat, interdiction, sabotage, and covert infiltration.

Brief History: The Durans have long been know and commissioned as stone masons. Their history tracks back to antiquity. Some of the world's most well known structures has had the 'Duran Touch'. Their fortunes were amassed that way. The last 5 generations had settled in the American West, in the Rocky Mountains where there is an abundance material for them to work and play with. Their family, however, traces their ancestry back to the cradle of Civilization itself, thus explaining the odd name for an American. They also still worship some of the older gods, hence his name.

Some time during his adolescence, him and his family moved back to the old country. He found himself in a foreign land, where he barely spoke the language and definitely had no friends. Having applied an gotten accepted to West Point, he thought he'd do the same in Egypt. He applied and subsequently enrolled in the Egyptian Military Academy. Military service has not been something his parents thought he would undertake. However, they allowed him to follow through on his plans, wanting to see if their son can keep his words. For Ramses, joining the military academy guaranteed one thing. He would have more 'friends' coming out than he did going in.

Upon completion of his academy duties, Ramses continued his service by enlisting in the Egyptian army, eventually working and raising his way into the Sa'Ka forces. Along the way, he had several deployments where he learned the harsh truth. No one cares. Being a low ranking grunt means you get all the shit and none of the shine. A mission needs doing? You're up, rook. An interview with some posh media? Nah, your rank is too low. Breaching a possible terrorist holdout? You're it kid. A recruiting tour through Cairo? We need an officer for that.

For fuck sakes. He did this for a few years and decided to say fuck it. He served until his term was up and was honorably discharged. After his time with the military, be bounced around, doing private security and the like. The money came in, but not as much or as freely as he liked. During his time as a private security contractor, he heard whispers of a private company based out in Venezuela. A 'camp' they called it. He thought the prospects to be quite interesting. Nowhere did he hear about the kind of money he would be making but that didn't matter. He would be getting out of Egypt, for one, and going to experience something new.

And that is all he needed, to be honest...

Other:

He speaks pretty good English and does not follow one specific religion.

Welcome to Camp Sunshine

@MetronomeYes! Will be checking into the IC and getting a CS up soon

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@HitmanCan I reserve Hachiman?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@Raineh Daze What edits do you purpose?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Call him Joe, if you must

Name: Name:Kuroda Jōichirō ( 黒田 城一郎 )

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Joe stands about 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs about 150 lbs. His hair used to be jet black but has since turned a silvery-white. He is often seen smiling for no reason and is dressed in a way that is consistent to the warriors of his land, Akitsushima. His body would have some scarring, most notably a large scar running diagonal down his chest. He has a fairly athletic build, denoting the fact that he was well trained.

Personality: An eccentric man. Those who do not know will say that he has gone insane in his pursuit of the ultimate sword. He often is seen smiling for no reason, laughing to himself. He obsessed of his sword, or any sword for that matter. His craft is such that he can tell the core metal of any bladed weapon upon first glance. He himself, however, does not usually carry a bladed weapon. He instead uses a cane, of his own creation. Do not let this fool you. He is as lethal with just his bare hands as anyone can be with any weapon. In fact, his 'insanity' can be attributed to the practice of the Six Meridians Sword. To be fair, one does not go insane when training for that technique. He just happened to have undergone some dramatic transformation in his pursuit. His hair was once obsidian black, but is now a blue silver. No one truly knows his age, or how long it took him to ascend to his current statues. All that is known is that he can kill without sound, and is often drunk...

Backstory:

Jōichirō, the eldest son to the renowned Kuroda clan, was born in the capital city of Akitshshima. His clan, in its entirety, have always served as the Shogun's most trusted warriors, with many of them being enlisted as the Shogun's personal guards. In Jōichirō's case, he was chosen to live within Castle Aoba with the rest of the royal family and to grow up with, and eventually protect, the future Shogun.

Much of his formative years were spend receiving similar treatment to the young Shogun. Though, subtly but consistently, he would be reminded of his status of essentially being an indentured servant to the eventual Shogun. He received what is considered proper education, both for the mind and the body, within castle grounds. His family would visit him, though the frequency decreased over time.

Around age 15, with the young Shogun taking over the abdicated throne from his father, Jōichirō saw his first action. He, as a part of the Shogun's elite troop, was sent to eradicate a group of bandits plaguing a nearby village. As the troop made quick work of the untrained and unorganized pillagers, Jōichirō came into contact with the leader of the bandits. The leader, laughing manically, said "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You're him. You're the one they spoke about. You're the white-haired demon who will kill the Shogun!!! Here! Take this! You'll need this!" The bandit tossed him a scroll with some indiscernible writing on it. Jōichirō took one look at the scroll and flung it aside. "Any last words, villain?" "AHAHAHA - aha - ahhhhhh" Without a struggle, the bandit leader dropped, crumbling to his knees and before Jōichirō's eyes, turned to dust and faded. Jōichirō took a deep breath, and gathered himself.

What did he just witness? Who was this man? What does he mean 'The White-Haired Demon' ? Killing the Shogun?

Without much thought, Jōichirō gathered the rest of the troops who were busy tallying the bandit's horde so they can redistribute it to the people, and headed back to the castle. He told no one of the words and actions of the crazed bandit.

Once home, his life carried on. Days carried on. However, he could not but wonder just what was in that scroll. Was it truly just the words and scribblings of a lunatic? Or was there something more...

Years past, and the musings of the madman went with it. Until one day...

Jōichirō was cleaning out his room, getting rid of things he no longer needed and he notices a dusty scroll. The scroll was in tatters, and to the naked eye, was blank. Jōichirō froze. He knows what that scrolls is. It is the same one he had flung away all those years ago. Making sure he was alone, he picked up the scroll and unfurled it. The words reappeared to him. Still incoherent but the more Jōichirō unfurled, the more they made sense to him. When the entire scroll was opened, the content made perfect sense to Jōichirō. It was a sword style. Or, more accurately, six. The Six Meridian Swords, as it is called. Jōichirō was engrossed in its content. He dove headfirst into it, absorbing everything and anything the scroll contained.

The next morning when he woke and headed to join his old friend the Shogun for breakfast, he drew gasps and stares from the servants around the castle. Finally, when entered the dining hall, the Shogun gasped and asked him "Jōichirō! What happened to your...hair?" "Oh, that. I'm not sure." "We'll have the doctor take a look. Are you sure you do not feel any different?" "No, my lord, I feel perfectly fine." "No matter. Doctor! come this instant...."

In the end, the doctor found Jōichirō to be in great, one can even say inhumanly good, health. What the doctor was unable to discern was how it happened. Or the fact that a change has indeed taken place within Jōichirō that no one could see...

When Jōichirō was 21 years old, he was involved with the Shogun's most recent quest in expansion. Jōichirō was appointed General of the Armies for this expedition. They set out to conquer the rebels in the south, looking to bring them in under the Shogun's banner before moving on to other Shogunates. On the field, Jōichirō was as efficient, some would even say ruthless, as usual. Dispatching scores of enemy warriors without much thought.His black blade glistened with the blood of the slain, seemingly singing between swings. During the battle, a message came from the Shogun. The message was to capture the opposing Shogun alive, and to spare the civilians. Jōichirō had no interest in the civilians. But the opposing Shogun. He Jōichirō would gladly kill. Working his way through the waves of enemies, Jōichirō fought his way to the opposing leader, essentially challenging him to a duel. The shogun was swiftly notified of this act and the Shogun dispatched his fastest messenger to hopefully stop Jōichirō, from both directly disobeying his orders and from killing the opposing Shogun.

However, when the messenger reached the battlefield, he was greeted with the sights of Jōichirō dragging the lifeless body of the opposing Shogun behind his horse, circling the gates of the city in shock to see such blatant disrespect. Jōichirō, laughing manically, cut the cord to the body and rode to the messenger and said "You're here to take me in? Thats fine. This battle has bored me anyways. I'm sure the boys left can finish the job." He then rode off, back to the capital city.

Upon arrival, he was apprehended and brought before the Shogun. Taking into consideration of the work he has done for the Shogunate, and their friendship, the Shogun exiled him. Cast out, but allowed to keep his armor and weapons, Jōichirō left Akitsushima and traveled to Thaln eventually.

Upon his arrival at Thaln, he had to take up odd jobs to scrape a living and a roof over his head. Soon, his deeds were recognized by the locals and he slowly ascended their ranks, finally reaching a position where he can potentially become a Knight of the Iron Roses...

Equipment:

Kokuto, Yoru: A sword made by a master smith from Akitsushima that was a coming-of-age gift to him from the Shogun. The blade is pure black with a simple hilt and guard of Jōichirō's choosing. The blade is imbued with ancient spells preventing it from dulling, cracking or warping.

Jōichirō also carries a cane, for walking and another short blade of unknown name and nature.
Skills:
Jōichirō is a master of bladed weapons, namely the sword and specifically the swords from his country.His hand to hand combat abilities are above average, that is to say he would rather draw his blade than fight with his fists. His speed, strength, endurance and pain tolerance are all beyond that of a normal human being.

Six Swords of the Meridian No one truly knows what this means, and Jōichirō does not disclose it to others. When asked, he simply smiles and says "If I told you, I'd have to kill you~"

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@Yamet Er Lang Shen was the first one that came to mind. But to be honest, I didn't have one specific god in mind.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaAR

I’ll move this to a PM presently.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaAR Nice. I’ll try to come up with an acceptable CS.

Quick question. Does the character have to be somewhat Caucasian? I have a ‘samurai’ type character in mind...