Name: Skyla Gavriel
Weapon(s): short, medium and long ribbon katana set, a fan
Occupation: Librarian, Dance teacher at her parents Dojo.
Powers/Special Abilities/Magic: She uses her inventive dances to hypnotise those who watch. She still hasnt fully mastered this, nor does she know how it came about, the one's who have been under this hypnotic trance continue to carry a trace of it untill they die or a reverse effect is established.
Appearance: Black shoulder length hair, wears geisha makeup for her dances. Usually has her hair in two messy buns, slopped at the opposited edges of her head. She's short-middle height, roughly 5'4. Wears short cut furisode kimonos usually with a clashing or messy obi. Always carries her fan and shortest ribbon katana in her obi.
Personality: An active youth who's creates dances and uses fans and swords as props. She also catalogs scrolls and texts at the great library.
She's rarely ill-tempered and is usually, in not always cool and collected. She rarely lets her emotions show unless it with someone close. An effective liar, but rarely has the need to.
Bio: She comes from a family of shamed samurai, her grandfather was a respectable governor, an aid to the emporror. He let a band of theifs into the palace treasury and they stole many valuable scrolls and dust collectors. Her mother died in labour and was raised by her father untill he was assassinated by person[s] unknown[When she was nearing the age of 8]. She was left in the care of her so called 'corrupt' grandfather who ended up selling her[at the age of 9] to his widowed sister-in-law, Sophi. This is where Skyla meets an odd girl named Allaya who she grows up with. Had a friend who promised he'd become stronger so he could avenge her father, hasn't seen or heard of him for a little over a year.
The clear night slowly steaped itself with the contrasting glow of the moon. The rice feilds bathed in the moonlight as shadows of stray clouds moved across the landscape. It was like watching dancing on water. A piercing howl echoed through the hills as frosted leaves fell to the ground, a few caught in some messy strands of hair, like flies in a web. The young woman watched as her first love rode away on his horse. It seemed like he was leaving her forever.
"I wonder if you'd stay if I was bedridden by the cause of an illness... would dare leave my side then?" She voiced in a melancholic tone. Her hazel eyes gazed off, her face returned to its emotionless state.
Name: Tetsu Sugisaki
Weapon(s): He leaves with no powers... possibly comes across something later
Appearance: A slightly towering height[6'1] and medium build. He has waist length dark brown hair, which is usually tied back in a tidy knot. His black eyes are eerie against his pale skin. Wears traditional mens kimono with a grassy green haori and black hakama. With white tabi socks and two inch high getas[making him taller ^-^] He bears a the kamon of the fallen daimyo, an eleven pointed star with a white flower in the center.
Personality: He's easily maniputlated, because of his weak will and neutral beliefs. He rubs off as a selfish and snotty child, but he's just never known how to keep his thoughts tidy nor how to express himself. He's usually doing things for the benifit of others.
Bio: His parents enrolled him in one of Tokyo's best dojo's for ten years, to become the next daimyo of a neighboring area. His uncle Kuyura was a well known Shaman who sdudied botany. His uncle often took him on what he called plant catching stakeouts, where they found new plants that were edible.
The sunlight glissened through the arching verdant branches. The large glossy leaves reflected more light causing everything to have green tinges. Two figures were making their way through this tangled forest, clearly they were humans. One short and thin, the other tall with larger features. They both carried strapped bags on their shoulders and wore woven straw hats. "How much farthur now uncle?" The younger one inquired. "My legs are getting real sore."
The man pulled off his hat and raised a finger to his lips to hush the boy. He kneeled and pressed his ear to the forest floor, listening. What he heard was.... nothing. "Perfect," he said. "We have arrived."
"But I don't hear the sicada-" The young boy began but was given the hushing gesture again. He listened intentively, there... here heard them. I sweet humming noise.