Post by Sage on May 25, 2006 2:25:41 GMT -4
Name: Iori
Gender: Male
Age: Early 20's
Occupation: Free-sword
Nationality: Half Japanese, half European.
Physical Appearance: One of Iori's eyes is a very light gray do to a childhood injury. He is of average height and build, his hair is short, dark brown, and usually unkempt.
Weapons/Fighting Style: Telescoping/collapsible cross spear. Iori uses an unusual Sojutsu variation (I'll post the moves later X,x) Iori also uses a 'perfected' form of Gotatsu that he learned from the aging Saito (After a confrontation where he stated that the Gotatsu's true strength could only be used with a spear). His style is vulnerable to dual weapons and those using chains.
Clothing/Armor: Iori wears a long gray coat with no sleeves and a loose collar, the top half is buttoned and it is split up the back and sides allowing unhindered movement. Under this he wears a light green shirt and black pants. Iori wears plated swordsman's gloves with forearm guards with he uses for parrying (picture coming when I draw it X,x)
Personality: Iori is hard to describe. Ones first impression upon meeting him is that he is very quiet and reserved. Though he often carries himself with a laid-back, content air, perceptive people can sometimes see flashes of anger eating away at him. In battle Iori makes no effort to hide his fighting aura and his attitude becomes aggressive and almost bloodthirsty, almost mimicking the warriors of the bakamatsu.
History: Iori was born in Osaka (apparent by his kansai dialect). His mother is Japanese but his father was a visiting merchant (reportedly of great stature) who left before Iori was born. From a young age Iori enjoyed play fighting with the other local children and joined a sword school as soon as he was able. Though he was very skilled with the sword he grew to think of it as lacking versatility, it's only use being killing. A short time after abandoning the sword Iori watched a ronin hunt a boar with a spear and felt it was a superior tool, the rest is history.
After several years (leaving home at a young age) of honing his Sojutsu to near perfection he met the aging Fujita Goro at the museum where he was now a guard. After discovering that Fujita was in fact Hajime Saito he sought to learn anything he could from him. Saito however, was unwilling to teach him. At the best Iori was able to persuade Saito to show him the Gotatsu, but when he saw it he felt that such an attack was limited when executed with a sword. After several days of heated discussion Saito told Iori that if he believed that than he should perfect the Gotatsu and prove him wrong. 3 Years have passed since Iori first started traveling to perfect his spear.
Affiliation: Currently unaffiliated
Sample RP:
"Come on, If your gonna pic a fight at least put on a good show," Iroi muttered as he rested his spear on his shoulder looking at the defeated thug. There were slight jeers from the crowd as the thug stood up, holding the deep but non-fatal wound in his side. He was the boss of this town through bullying and exstortion but he found himself on the end of the skilled strangers spear (whitch seemed to come out of nowhere). Now he sat defeated as the stranger turned to walk off as if he disn't think of him as a threat.
Knowing he had to do something or loose his hold over the town foreverhe reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small dagger. Without warning he darted up despite the wound to his side and charged the man who stole his power.
Though it happenned in the blink of an eye it seemed to go in slow motion to all who saw. The thug opened his mouth to let out a killing shout, but before his breath could leave the man turned. His eyes met the thugs, suddenly burning with an inner fire. His right hand pulled the lower half of his spear down using his shoulder as a fulcrum and turning at the same time. By the the time the spear came off his shoulder and began its arc the thugs foot had just touched the groun with his full weight on it. Before the other foot could move forward the spear swung into the side of his knee just below the cross bars with not only enough force to shatter the joint but jerked his lower body to the side.
The thug landed on his side, the killing yell was instead an earsplitting scream as the man clutched his leg, "WHO THE **** ARE YOU!?" he screamed in agony at the man.
"I'm nobody important," Iori said resuming his exit, "just a guy with a pointy stick"
Gender: Male
Age: Early 20's
Occupation: Free-sword
Nationality: Half Japanese, half European.
Physical Appearance: One of Iori's eyes is a very light gray do to a childhood injury. He is of average height and build, his hair is short, dark brown, and usually unkempt.
Weapons/Fighting Style: Telescoping/collapsible cross spear. Iori uses an unusual Sojutsu variation (I'll post the moves later X,x) Iori also uses a 'perfected' form of Gotatsu that he learned from the aging Saito (After a confrontation where he stated that the Gotatsu's true strength could only be used with a spear). His style is vulnerable to dual weapons and those using chains.
Clothing/Armor: Iori wears a long gray coat with no sleeves and a loose collar, the top half is buttoned and it is split up the back and sides allowing unhindered movement. Under this he wears a light green shirt and black pants. Iori wears plated swordsman's gloves with forearm guards with he uses for parrying (picture coming when I draw it X,x)
Personality: Iori is hard to describe. Ones first impression upon meeting him is that he is very quiet and reserved. Though he often carries himself with a laid-back, content air, perceptive people can sometimes see flashes of anger eating away at him. In battle Iori makes no effort to hide his fighting aura and his attitude becomes aggressive and almost bloodthirsty, almost mimicking the warriors of the bakamatsu.
History: Iori was born in Osaka (apparent by his kansai dialect). His mother is Japanese but his father was a visiting merchant (reportedly of great stature) who left before Iori was born. From a young age Iori enjoyed play fighting with the other local children and joined a sword school as soon as he was able. Though he was very skilled with the sword he grew to think of it as lacking versatility, it's only use being killing. A short time after abandoning the sword Iori watched a ronin hunt a boar with a spear and felt it was a superior tool, the rest is history.
After several years (leaving home at a young age) of honing his Sojutsu to near perfection he met the aging Fujita Goro at the museum where he was now a guard. After discovering that Fujita was in fact Hajime Saito he sought to learn anything he could from him. Saito however, was unwilling to teach him. At the best Iori was able to persuade Saito to show him the Gotatsu, but when he saw it he felt that such an attack was limited when executed with a sword. After several days of heated discussion Saito told Iori that if he believed that than he should perfect the Gotatsu and prove him wrong. 3 Years have passed since Iori first started traveling to perfect his spear.
Affiliation: Currently unaffiliated
Sample RP:
"Come on, If your gonna pic a fight at least put on a good show," Iroi muttered as he rested his spear on his shoulder looking at the defeated thug. There were slight jeers from the crowd as the thug stood up, holding the deep but non-fatal wound in his side. He was the boss of this town through bullying and exstortion but he found himself on the end of the skilled strangers spear (whitch seemed to come out of nowhere). Now he sat defeated as the stranger turned to walk off as if he disn't think of him as a threat.
Knowing he had to do something or loose his hold over the town foreverhe reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small dagger. Without warning he darted up despite the wound to his side and charged the man who stole his power.
Though it happenned in the blink of an eye it seemed to go in slow motion to all who saw. The thug opened his mouth to let out a killing shout, but before his breath could leave the man turned. His eyes met the thugs, suddenly burning with an inner fire. His right hand pulled the lower half of his spear down using his shoulder as a fulcrum and turning at the same time. By the the time the spear came off his shoulder and began its arc the thugs foot had just touched the groun with his full weight on it. Before the other foot could move forward the spear swung into the side of his knee just below the cross bars with not only enough force to shatter the joint but jerked his lower body to the side.
The thug landed on his side, the killing yell was instead an earsplitting scream as the man clutched his leg, "WHO THE **** ARE YOU!?" he screamed in agony at the man.
"I'm nobody important," Iori said resuming his exit, "just a guy with a pointy stick"