Name: Katajii Yureru Hono'o Fala
Age: 21
Holy blood: Fala
Inventory: 'Hi' -the supposed 'Flame Katana', A claw weapon, a healing potion, and a Ruby jeweled pendant.
Looks: He's 5'7", 150lbs. His eyes have this innate ability to change colors, but they are mostly an amberish color. He wears ancient garments that is granmother brought from village she grew up in that reselmbe a yukata top and hakama pants. These garments are plated with a crude scale like armor that runs from his left shoulder to his left hand, and from his waist to each shin. He carries an heirloom sword that is a katana like style of weapon, and an iron clawed glove (not woulverine claws... more like long fingernails of steel claws.) His waist long black hair is usually in a pony tail, with a few of his bangs hanging in front, that is tied higher up on his head, like (old school) Kenshin almost... and he has several small markings on his face that are symbols of some ancient language.
History: As a child, he was an outcast for his ability to change his eye color. His mother was always trying to get him to be cautious of doing so, but he found he had little control over it. Due to his lonesome childhood, he grew up without friends and spoke about himself and his feelings very little. After his mother died when he was 10, he joined the army and then trained there until he was proclaimed adept as a mage. He recently was offered a promotion to General of Sorcery, but instead he passed up the offer to live a quiet life. No living person, save himself, knows what the symbols are on his face, and He tends to shy away from people, preferring the quiet of nature to the babbling of humans. He developed a strong sense of duty, and is quite serious in his actions. He never wants to waste time, but he feels other people's weaknesses need to be addressed soas to complete the tasks ahead of them.
Personality: Think Squall Leonhart and you'd be about right. I dont like givin away my personality... gomen... >.>
Mounted?: Undecided. Being military trained, he can ride if he desires, walk if he doesnt. If he does ride, he preferes to ride a mounted Black dragon.
Class: This one is gunna be odd... I wanna say Swordsman, but he's also s'pposed ta be the Fire Mage... If you'd allow, I'd rather say Fire Mage and have him use his katana... if not I can edit and decide... >.> As for the "Fire mage with a sword" thing, it will make sense, I promise...
I hope this suffices...
*Edits in his intro... *
It was a cold night, the stars making the veil of blackness seemingly shimmer, as if specks of silver were being laid on black velvet. Katajii had been walking for days now after the battle, although they were small, his wounds were getting the best of him.
'Curse-ed blade...' He thought to himself, feeling the scabbard of his weapon, 'You are supposed to summon brimstone and hellfire... yet you cannot engulf a few skilled bandits.
"Bah." He spoke aloud, his voice hoarse from thirst. The young man walked on, stumbling into the clearing before the village watch post. It was unknown territory for him, as this wasnt Mitzu Village. As he made his way towards the gate, he heard the snap behind him. The bandits had followed.
"Raise the alarm!" One of the guards yelled, seeing the swarm of men surround the lone figure. Katajii drew his blade again, his armored clothing squeeked as he stood upright. It was armor... but it was barely enough to stop the shuriuken the bandits launched from their slings. He was too weak to chant a spell, he was too weak to fight.
'Adept... and I cant cast more then three ice attacks...' He scolded himself for believing the village coouncil. They had named him an Adept... yet he was barely able to cast the minimum requirement for novice. He was handed a katana that was said to contain immense fire magic, but he couldnt light his campfire at night. 'They just wanted to get rid of me...' He said, his eyes turning a slate grey color. He turned to them, he circled about, trying to watch the first to strike. First one came, drawing a wakizashi and swinging carelessly. Katajii parried it and spun, digging his hand into the mans chest and he slashed at another, cutting the bandit's hand off at the base of the thumb.
"Company, FIRE!" The guards launched a volley of arrows into the group, death rained from the sky in waves of metal tipped wood. One pierced his left shoulder plate, another drove into his side through his back.
"Company, second drove, FIRE!"
'They're all dead... now... guys...' He thought as he collapsed to the ground, gasping as he felt an immense heat pouring from his body.
