Name: Tokunaga, Masaru
Faction: Kabuki-Mono.
Position/Profession: Ronin.
Age: Twenty-Seven (27).
Gender: Male.
Items: -Several small blades hidden around his body.
-Slender pipe and tobacco.
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Odoroki no ken: A straight bladed katana hidden within a cane. The blade is thinner than most katana, made for faster and more accurate strikes. Though because of this it cannot take a direct blow, at all.
Abilities: Masaru focuses almost solely on speed, agility and accuracy. Often times people have described his fighting as a blur, the untrained eye often unable to keep up with his nearly blindingly fast motions. Because of this Masaru is rather weak, in any grand sense, so taking direct heavy blows even with a held defense would leave him rather damaged and disoriented. So often Masaru resorts to tactical evasion with his speed and agility making it a rather easy task.
(Note: Masaru has the strength of the average adult man in peak health. So try not to think he is a weakling, his strength is just nothing special.)
Personality:Masaru, despite his position in the world, is a rather charming and seeming higher class man. Though behind this is a deceptive arrogance that leads him to delusions of grandeur. It is rare for Masaru to think someone equal to him. But alas not many see this side of him, often hidden behind a mask of kindness and charm most anyone would not expect the dagger in their back once Masaru found them no longer use.
Why Masaru has developed this facade of charm is because of his appearance. Since birth most had thought him to be an Oni, his blonde hair and almost red eyes. So through his growing he learned to win people over with charm and silk words. Eventually this lead him to find people rather dumb and beneath him, being so easily won over by simple words and forced smiles. This slowly leading him to his grandiose complex. His hard earned skill no help in his self-view.
Biography: Born to a street Urchin and a father unknown little was expected of the white hair and red eyed boy. Most thought the boy was a demon, but in truth he was just a boy with a pigment condition. Growing up Masaru had nothing handed to him, his mother to mad to really pay him any attention and his appearance seeming to warrant scorn left him rather isolated. He was often picked on, push to the ground and kicked, being called a freak or whatever other cruel names the other children could think up. Masaru just wanted people to like him, to treat him better then this. So he learned how to charm people, get them what they want and get on their good side. It took several years but slowly he won them over, one after the other until he was loved by the other children. He began to think about how easy it was to flip these simple minded mongrels minds just by kind words and actions. How easy it was to completely change them to what he wanted. And thus began his spiral into delusions of grandeur.
Many years later a grand sword master bumped into Masaru, him turning around and putting on the charm. Trying to win him over like he did everyone else, but he saw through the facade and his true identity. Intrigued he decided to offer Masaru an apprenticeship under his tutelage, seeing a natural gift in the boy and wanted to sculpt it into something greater. Though little did he know the true extent of his evil. Masaru trained under the man tirelessly, he was naturally gifted in the fast sword style. Easily picking up the advanced techniques of finishing an opponent in one blinding strike. And maybe Masaru was too naturally gifted as after many, many years he began to feel the master could no longer teach him anything new, he cut his throat in his sleep. Not wanting anyone else with the same technique to be competition.
That is when he returned to Satu. Having left a boy and returned a grown man, that same wickedly charming grin pasted across his lips. He then went to the Kabuki-Mono, picking a fight with a renowned fighter and cutting him down with a blindingly fast strike. A tactical decision to get the attention of the leader of the Kabuki-mono, and it worked. Having displayed his skill he then offered his blade in service, for one condition. To be his right hand man and one day successor. And thus begins Masaru's story.
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