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Okita Reimeiroku. ![](http://37.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lidjh3Fwvs1qh8dtio1_500.jpg "enter image title here") Unmatched in all of Kantle with a longbow, superbly skilled with his sword, he was a soldier of Kantle. Without large sums of money, or bloodlines, there were whispers of him becoming a Knight due to his great skill. Married to a beautiful young woman, a baby on the way, Okita was blessed by the Gods! It all would end. His small village near the capital was targeted by a dissident group of rebels. Deep in the night he heard the call to arms and quickly went to fulfill his duty. The battle which ensued can not be recalled to this day by Okita. Thinking back to that night brings only the image of his wife burning as she ran out of there house engulfed in flames. Of the axe that sliced her abdomen open, the pain in her eyes, the unborn baby falling from the freshly ripped flesh. The only thing to end the vision is the blinding, searing pain that comes next that he would later learn to be the memory of his left arm being sliced off. That is the story of Okita the Beautiful, Okita the Skilled, Okita the Blessed. Age- 27

Okita Reimeiroku sat straight up cursing all the known gods and wiping water from his face with his hand. "From what damnation have you come forth woman!?" he cried over his pounding headache. Reaching inside his coat he felt around for a bottle of alcohol but found none. Grunting he stood mumbling at the woman about needing something to drink and made his way to the kitchen. A few bumps and muttered curses later, he found a good size bottle of beer. Leaving the kitchen, Okita entered the living room and noticed the mute Rosilian, a Kantle woman, and Zoren-Thiea. Introducing himself to Lindria, he talked briefly with her, learning the Rosilian's mans name. As Okita conversed with her, he realized Lindria seemed to be taken with him, and remembered how much the girls at the brothel had cleaned him up. Politely retreating to a corner of the room he sat and listened to the three converse and come up with a horrendously crazy plan, although the nearer he came to the bottom of his large bottle, the more he was inclined to be dragged along. Okita had followed them for a while down the streets of kantle, but his beer had quickly run out and he began to meander about looking for a way to gain more alcohol. The streets had begun to dry as the sun baked the water out of them, though sections were still muddy as before. As he passed shops and houses he managed to "acquire" a small bottle of Sake from a sleeping gentleman. Taking a few quick sips he caught up to his crazy acquaintances near the castle's gatehouse.

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