Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 10, 2007 10:16:43 GMT -5
Name: Kenseirei Satonaro
Gender: Male
Age: 112 years (But appears to be 112, lol)
Time at TMA: 34 years
Class: Samurai
Race: Human
Weapon info: Hitoshirezumi- a long staff with a ring on top, the ring connected to the staff with a peice of intricately carved ivory, the wood itself carved with the design of a dragon wrapping around the wood, the claws inlaid onyx and the eyes dazzling rubies. It's name is written in kanji script, the words look as if they are about to be devoured by the feirce dragon on the wood. The weapon's name literally means 'Hidden Sword' which is really a practical name for it since the staff can come apart to reveal an old Katana that Satonaro had since he first started training to be a Samurai.
Special Abilities: Though Satonaro cannot perform magic in any way, shape or form he is a skilled swordsman and a master at using other's strengths and weaknesses against them. Some even say he's a more talented swordsman than the Samurai teacher himself, Raidon.
Background: Jiro was born into a fairly rich family, second son to a powerful samurai. But alas! Jiro was not 'destined' to become a samurai as his older brother Ryuichi who trained day and night to become as powerful as his father. As the second son Jiro recieved little attention from his parents who were constantly aiding Ryuichi achieve mastery of the sword. Jiro eventually left his home to make his own destiny where he wished, but he had timed it badly, being only twelve at the time and had left in the middle of an especially harsh winter he wasn't off too well. He had been on a mountain road, on his way to Kyoto- the capital. His feet blue with cold and body numb and devoid of pain as he pushed onward but the harsh weather was too much for him and he fell unconcious.
He awakened in a warm room, covered with mounds of thick blankets and a fire to his left. He looked around the room, it really wasn't all too great, the floor of cold earth but the walls were solid and kept out the cold. Everything was dirty in the little room and it was apparent that wherever he was, the people who lived there weren't exactly wealthy.
"Ah, so you're up." Came a strong voice as a man walked into the room, the man's name was Uyeda and he sat down next to the still tired Jiro. "I have some questions for you..." He said sternly.
Jiro, not wanting to be rude to the man who had apparently saved his life nodded, "Okay..."
"First off, what were you doing outside alone with the weather like this?"
"Well sir, I have no home anymore." Jiro responded dolefully.
"Nonsense, why don't you have a home?"
"Ran away."
"Oh... well then why?"
"My parents weren't the best at 'balancing thier priorities' and there wasn't much of a future there, they only focused on my older brother and his learning of Bushido."
"Ah... well then kid, what's your name?"
"Ochi Jiro, sir."
"No, no... that simply won't do..." the man muttered to himself as his mind bolted with synapses, thinking of some new name for the boy. "From now on you will be known as... Kinserei Satonaro. Understand?"
Satonaro nodded, confused and not really sure what to say.
"Get your sleep- your training will begin tomorrow." the man said as he stood up and began to leave the room.
"Training?!" Satonaro asked, a little worried.
"Yeah, I'm gonna make you a samurai- one of the best."
Satonaro indeed began his training the next day and he trained hard which he became accustomed to, though he was training to use a sword, though he'd never even touched one untill he was sixteen years of age and he recieved a staff, this staff was the Hitoshirezumi, the sword inside. When Satonaro asked why it was concealed in a staff, his sensei whom he had never been told the name of smiled, "You're going to run away."
To be honest, Satonaro hadn't been planning on it, not really wanting to leave since he believed he still had much to learn, but the knowlege he needed couldn't be learned here- his sensei knew that in order to master his swordsmanship and abilities as a Samurai he'd need to now progress to a less sheltered education so Satonaro was thrown out into the world (This time in early spring so he'd be better off.) and Satonaro began his new lessons, the world as his sensei now. He never became particularly wealthy but he eventually settled down to live in Osaka, just a little ways from the capital city.
Satonaro gained a few close friends at his new home and upon reaching the age of sixty he was relieved of his responsibilities to be an 'adult' and so he was able to be as much of an imbecile as he wanted. He soon learned of Twilight Moon Academy and came to teach here just to have something fun to do.
Physical Description: Satonaro is a wrinkly old coot, ofted wearing red robes that seem to be able to hold next to anything in the sleeves, which he ofted does. He has whispy white hair and happy green eyes surrounded by little liver spots on his face. He looks weak but he honestly isn't, stronger than the average human but he tends to hide that fact, shuffling about like a senile old man and speaking slowly, though he wouldn't be one to hold back on hitting one in the head with Hitoshirezumi if they happen to say or do something that annoys him.
Personality: Kinda crazy.
Students: Yuna
Gender: Male
Age: 112 years (But appears to be 112, lol)
Time at TMA: 34 years
Class: Samurai
Race: Human
Weapon info: Hitoshirezumi- a long staff with a ring on top, the ring connected to the staff with a peice of intricately carved ivory, the wood itself carved with the design of a dragon wrapping around the wood, the claws inlaid onyx and the eyes dazzling rubies. It's name is written in kanji script, the words look as if they are about to be devoured by the feirce dragon on the wood. The weapon's name literally means 'Hidden Sword' which is really a practical name for it since the staff can come apart to reveal an old Katana that Satonaro had since he first started training to be a Samurai.
Special Abilities: Though Satonaro cannot perform magic in any way, shape or form he is a skilled swordsman and a master at using other's strengths and weaknesses against them. Some even say he's a more talented swordsman than the Samurai teacher himself, Raidon.
Background: Jiro was born into a fairly rich family, second son to a powerful samurai. But alas! Jiro was not 'destined' to become a samurai as his older brother Ryuichi who trained day and night to become as powerful as his father. As the second son Jiro recieved little attention from his parents who were constantly aiding Ryuichi achieve mastery of the sword. Jiro eventually left his home to make his own destiny where he wished, but he had timed it badly, being only twelve at the time and had left in the middle of an especially harsh winter he wasn't off too well. He had been on a mountain road, on his way to Kyoto- the capital. His feet blue with cold and body numb and devoid of pain as he pushed onward but the harsh weather was too much for him and he fell unconcious.
He awakened in a warm room, covered with mounds of thick blankets and a fire to his left. He looked around the room, it really wasn't all too great, the floor of cold earth but the walls were solid and kept out the cold. Everything was dirty in the little room and it was apparent that wherever he was, the people who lived there weren't exactly wealthy.
"Ah, so you're up." Came a strong voice as a man walked into the room, the man's name was Uyeda and he sat down next to the still tired Jiro. "I have some questions for you..." He said sternly.
Jiro, not wanting to be rude to the man who had apparently saved his life nodded, "Okay..."
"First off, what were you doing outside alone with the weather like this?"
"Well sir, I have no home anymore." Jiro responded dolefully.
"Nonsense, why don't you have a home?"
"Ran away."
"Oh... well then why?"
"My parents weren't the best at 'balancing thier priorities' and there wasn't much of a future there, they only focused on my older brother and his learning of Bushido."
"Ah... well then kid, what's your name?"
"Ochi Jiro, sir."
"No, no... that simply won't do..." the man muttered to himself as his mind bolted with synapses, thinking of some new name for the boy. "From now on you will be known as... Kinserei Satonaro. Understand?"
Satonaro nodded, confused and not really sure what to say.
"Get your sleep- your training will begin tomorrow." the man said as he stood up and began to leave the room.
"Training?!" Satonaro asked, a little worried.
"Yeah, I'm gonna make you a samurai- one of the best."
Satonaro indeed began his training the next day and he trained hard which he became accustomed to, though he was training to use a sword, though he'd never even touched one untill he was sixteen years of age and he recieved a staff, this staff was the Hitoshirezumi, the sword inside. When Satonaro asked why it was concealed in a staff, his sensei whom he had never been told the name of smiled, "You're going to run away."
To be honest, Satonaro hadn't been planning on it, not really wanting to leave since he believed he still had much to learn, but the knowlege he needed couldn't be learned here- his sensei knew that in order to master his swordsmanship and abilities as a Samurai he'd need to now progress to a less sheltered education so Satonaro was thrown out into the world (This time in early spring so he'd be better off.) and Satonaro began his new lessons, the world as his sensei now. He never became particularly wealthy but he eventually settled down to live in Osaka, just a little ways from the capital city.
Satonaro gained a few close friends at his new home and upon reaching the age of sixty he was relieved of his responsibilities to be an 'adult' and so he was able to be as much of an imbecile as he wanted. He soon learned of Twilight Moon Academy and came to teach here just to have something fun to do.
Physical Description: Satonaro is a wrinkly old coot, ofted wearing red robes that seem to be able to hold next to anything in the sleeves, which he ofted does. He has whispy white hair and happy green eyes surrounded by little liver spots on his face. He looks weak but he honestly isn't, stronger than the average human but he tends to hide that fact, shuffling about like a senile old man and speaking slowly, though he wouldn't be one to hold back on hitting one in the head with Hitoshirezumi if they happen to say or do something that annoys him.
Personality: Kinda crazy.
Students: Yuna
