JBCBlank said:
OOC:Well I'm pulling out... Inuyasha If you wan't I'm sure they'll let you take my carector... I don't mind...
<< Keh. I got my own ideas.>>
Name: Katajii
Age:...technically over 100, but only in his early 20's.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: 5'8", Long hair - midnight black, put into a pony tail near the top of the back of his head. He wears a black yukata and hakama set, but his left sleeve has a slit for his forearm to be exposed. On that arm is a thick leather glove he uses for his pet Falcon. He has eyes that change in accord to his mood it seems, a cat claw like scar of his cheek (the three claw marks like inuyasha has, only more of a downward slant).
Personality: ... it's no fun if you know... ><
Past: He was born to the Village elder of "Mikatsu-yo." When he was old enough to challenge the village's men for the right to succede his father, a swarm of beasts attacked an outcropping of settlers near his village. The strongest warriors could not kill this swarm, and Katajii was forced to be put into stasis and guarded by the Dwarves. He does not know what has become of his village, nor does he know who the woman was that haunted his dreams as he slept for nearly a century.
Weapon: A sacred blade given to his father by a servant of the Fire God, it's name is 'The Sword of Heaven's Cleansing Flames,' but he refers to it as the 'Tengoku.'
Magic abilities: He learned how to talk to animals, and can read their thoughts. Guess you can put that as light... but he's a fire person... xD
SUmmoned beast: >.> whichever one is left i guess... if now, Firien.
It had been a while since he had last seen the sky. His eyes needed time to adjust to the light of the full moon. Light that he had missed for so long.
"Kyo... Come." He shouted, waiting a moment before he picked up a small whistle at his neck. Blowing gently, he held his other arm out. Minutes later a small dot appeared in the dark sky, centered in the moon. A bird - his bird- swooped in and landed on his thickly gloved forearm. "Kyo... it's been a while. You've been hunting well."
"Scree!" The falcon responded. The man smiled warmly before he looked about the land. It was farthen from home then he'd realized... of course, by then... there was no home left.
There was no village. No family. There was no one left. Just a face, imprinted in his mind. A face he was pulled towards, seemingly by some mystical force. He checked his things, the dwarves had repaired his heirloom sword, and it had never looked better. For being over a hundred years old, it held it's mettle. The young man laughed, thinking of how he had gotten the sword when it was only a year old.
"So, chicken..."
"SKREE!! -peck-"
"OW! Danigt... I was only going to ask you to lead me home before I went on my journey." His falcon had pecked him in the forhead, but he was glad, for the magic had no longer held him captive... blood was flowing freely from his wound. He was no longer a human statue, sleeping through the plague that devoured his home town. He was no longer forced to hide, but he was free to fight.