Appearance : Wears mostly black, he has black eyes, and black hair, and no visible facial hair. He stands at around 5 feet 9 inches tall and has a mid muscular frame. From head to toe, he wears a silk black hood and mask. Over the silk mask he wears a secondary black iron mask. He sports a black silk Keikogi with black iron shoulder pads. He has spiraled iron on his arms that flare out at the wrists for weaponry use. On his hands he wears simple black silk fingerless gloves.
On his waist is a simple black leather belt that on the back has three straps, one for carrying his Katana and one for his chain scythe, and one for a pouch that he uses to carry scrolls, smoke pellets, caltrops, and shuriken. Over the belt he wears a black silk sash that was given to him by his mentor. He wears black silk pants and over his left knee a single black iron plate to protect an old injury. The outfit is completed by a pair of black tabi on his feet.
Weaponry:
Primary - Double sided chain scythe.
Secondary - Katana
Other - He carries around caltrops that he can drop if somebody is in pursuit of him. Shurkien, smoke pellets created from charcoal and ash, and various magical scrolls
Short Histroy - He was born in Edo during the 1500s but moved to Okinawa while he was still young after his parents strangely disappeared. He grew up alone, having to steal to survive. When he was still in his teens, he tried to steal from a man who turned out to be the leader of the Kei-Fu-To, a shady underworld group. Instead of being killed, the leader was intrigued and somewhat surprised by the boy’s courage to try and steal from such a powerful man. So he took him into the clan where he was trained to become an assassin, thief, or whatever else they needed from him. For 15 years he stayed with the clan, training, and even eventually becoming the leader’s right hand man. But that position was short lived, he made a mistake and didn’t kill his target, instead he stabbed him and left him for dead unknowing that he didn’t hit a vital organ. That man came back in full force and nearly killed off the entire Kei-Fu-To.. They barely managed to fend off the onslaught but in it’s wake, Amakage was left responsible
He was sentenced to death, but managed to escape the grasp of the Kei-Fu-To by escaping into Osaka..
Pachuco wrote:
My character will sit in a corner and get drunk all the time. He’s a misteriou guy, and he holds secrets. Will I end up dying cause someone will stab him or something in my drunk state? That would suck.
I’ll be the judge of that. Anyways...
Ryu Nabasa leaned back on his chair, coughing loudly. After a few minutes of coughing, he addressed his followers. He spoke slowly, with a voice dripping like poison. “It seems," he said, “that our good friend, Mr. Kishima, has come to us, for our... services.
“He wants us to..." he took a moment to snicker, “eradicate someone."
“It will be a simple operation. We sneak into his house, and cut his throat. We know where he sleeps. However, this is not the best way to kill him. People will know he had been murdered. His clan members will panic, and our operation may be discovered.
He pointed to a small group of assassins kneeling in front of his chair, about a metre away from him.
“You six have yet to gain my trust. I am very eager to see what you can do. Prove to me that you can provide a quick and efficient kill, and you will be favoured. You never know, you may even get a spot in my Elite Four. One of them apparently died on a mission. He inadvertently alerted some guards during an assignment. We had no choice but to kill him."
One of the guards near his chair piped up. “But sir, why are you sending all six of them?" “Because," replied Ryu, “they will try to best each other. I will be able to see whom I will choose to send on more complicated assignments."
And he sent of his five assassins out the door.
The guard from earlier gestured towards a building to the north-west. It was tall, with a sloping roof and three floors.
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It was late evening. Soon it would be pitch black. “He is on the second floor," he whispered. He pointed to a green light in the distance. “There is an enemy guard with a giant lantern keeping this place well lit. There are many guards on the 1st and 3rd floors. There are two guards near the entrance to the Clan Leaders bedroom. Good Luck."
He walked away, barely muttering “I’ll be watching."
Amakage makes his way to the castle at a brisk pace, he managed to avoid all the sentries posted around the outside of the castle by observing the routes they walked and sneaking past them using the shadows as cover. His dark outfit made it fairly easy to keep hidden. He approached the castle doors, but decided not to take a direct entrance, instead he made his way around to the eastern side, looking up at the balcony above him he spotted a shadow move quickly along the roof.
“ahou” He muttered to himself as he surveyed the surrounding area, it seems like one of the watchmen caught that other person and was making his way over to the area. “Tch”
Ruffling through his bag he pulled out a scroll, looking at the katakana imprinted on it a thin smile broke onto his lips underneath his mask. “kamereon” He hastily unraveled the scroll and mentally incited an incantation, at that moment he disappeared from view.
Looking up, he began counting in his head. “ichi, ni, san” Taking out a small hook and stabbing it into the side of the building he began scaling it at a quick pace. “juusan” He was nearly at the top already, and due to his chameleon scroll, he was virtually invisible in the night. He silently made his way across the deck, still keeping his count. “nijuu ni, nijuu san” It was almost as if he knew where he was going, an open door here and open door there.
“sa-ti”
He walked through the doorway of the master’s chambers just as he hit the thirty second count, the spell began wearing off and his shadowy form appeared in front of a bed.
“chikushou”
He muttered in an annoyed voice, the bed had been disturbed already, and judging by the small scraps of ice on the covers, it was done by one of his 'comrades'
He felt the bed, it was still ice cold, implying he had been just seconds too late for the kill.
Tementeye, one of the guards of the 3rd floor, sat quietly reading a book, while his companion sat writing a letter. It was another night, boring and quiet. He sighed and closed the book, leaving his bookmark at the page, and stood up and stretched. He rested a hand on the katana on his back. It seemed as if nothing would happen on a night like this. He grew bored and sat down again, reading his book.
Tementeye stood up, thinking he heard something. He gestured to his partner, and they descended the stairs. He approached the door to the master’s room and opened it silently, not wanting to disturb the master. He peeked in the room, and his heart skipped a beat: the master was gone. Not only that, but there was an intruder in the room. He drew his Dark Katana and shouted as loud as possible, “INTRUDER!! WE HAVE AN INTRUDER!!" He screamed the message again as his partner jumped up, and drew his spear.
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