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Ongaku Koibito

2017-09-20T13:24:09Z

AkumKasai:

'''Appearance'''

A six foot one Miqo'te Male with long, black hair that was tied at the end to keep from swaying so much. His former teacher regularly dyed parts of his hair purple, a habit he keeps to this day. He has dark, deep bags under his eyes from his severe insomnia, constantly looking as though he is on the verge of passing out. His skin is a pale white, caused from his tendencies to not wander around outside for long periods of time. He has a scar on his right eye and left cheek from past exchanges of steel, and his eyes are a dark amber.

'''History'''

As a child, his name was originally A'kexi, living among his tribe as a proud Seeker. When he was about the age of seven, a mysterious Katana wielding man came into his village and talked to the young Miqo'te. After convincing him of his truthful and honest intentions, he sent the boy to bed, proceeding to murder every-other member of the tribe. Upon awakening, A'kexi was devastated to see what had happened to his family, his loved ones. The swordsman took him into his arms, promising that he would watch over him, unaware that the man that held him was the one who killed his family. The swordsman would give him his new name: Ongaku Koibito, and train him in his specialty of swordfighting, Iaijutsu, the art of drawing the blade from the sheathe, attacking a few times with a devastating assault, then sheathing the blade once more. He showed a natural aptitude towards the ways of the blade, and at one point in time figured a way to expel certain magics from the blade, though this is extremely taxing on him. As the years passed by, Ongaku slowly realized the truth of what happened that night when his clan was murdered. Taking action into his own hands, he killed his teacher using the same techniques that he had taught him, taking the swordsman expertly crafted blade and never to think back on him ever again. However, all those years studying under him and taken its toll. His teacher would often encourage him to drink, turning his like of drink from 'enjoyable' to addiction. Also, he no longer knew what it meant to have a home, as he and his teacher would constantly be on the move, going from place to place in the flick of a wrist. With these problems constraining his options at permanent work, he turned to an option that his teacher would speak of frequently.

He found himself taking contracts. Assassinations and Bounty hunting being the most common. He made a name for himself in the black market as "the codeless pirate". Pregnant aristocrats, peasant children, widowed miners, if anyone brought him the right coin, any target would be dead eventually. Slowly but surly, he climbed his way up into the realm of the notorious, placing fear into the hearts of the targets and contractors alike. Due to this, he would receive the best contracts available, always getting somewhat of a bonus as no one really knew what his standards of payment was. However, this also caused some needs for concern. The other assassins and hunters would become enraged with him as he was hogging all the good contracts and taking in the smaller ones before they could accept them. He would kill anyone who came after him, of course, but is was extremely inconvenient for his contacts to have to worry about a killer coming after them out of spite. Once he saved up enough, he would hire the best personal ship one could buy, heading towards a new coast, and a fresh market for getting scores. He would repeat this action on a regular basis, only moving whenever he could no longer take contracts from the local market. Along with changing his clothes every time he reaches a new land, he would also change the sheath of his blade to better hide himself among the crowds.

His current whereabouts are currently unknown, though there have been many rumors of people seeing him in Uldah and Limsa. While little to no people actually know what he looks like, the description of a half dead, drunken samurai is a hard one to misplace.

'''Personality'''

Due to his severe insomnia and heavy drinking, he always has an air of dullness surrounding him. Some have described it as being as though he was talking while dead, rarely showing signs of enthusiasm or any deep-rooted emotion. However, this changes when drinking. As he drinks he slowly becomes more and more 'alive', getting more talkative and sociable. The highest point of this change in appearance being the tipping point between tipsy and drunk. Occasionally one will find him right after he just got some decent sleep, which produces a similar effect, though this is a rare event.

'''Characteristics'''

Nicknames: None that he knows of

Age: 24

Nameday: 25th Sun of the Twelfth Umbral Moon

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Height: 6'2

Weight: 149 lbs

Body: Toned and slightly muscular on torso and arms

Hair: Black with purple dyed highlights

Eyes: Dark Amber

Skin: Pale white

Clothing: Usually a leather lined chest-piece with cloth pants, gloves, and leather shoes.

Likes: Most forms of alcohol, Nightfall, getting paid.

Dislikes: Cheats. Talky people. Lightning magic.

'''Areas of Expertise'''

Martial: Masterfully trained in Iaijutsu. Experience in hand-to-hand combat and learning how to wield a firearm.

Crafting: Fixes most of his armor when slight damage occurs, bare basics of cooking.

Other: Able to slip into most crowds unnoticed, occasionally uses the art of distraction.

'''Strengths'''
* Able to keep calm, even when losing
* Fast learner
* Improvised fighting style
* Intuitive

'''Weaknesses'''
* Extreme Insomnia
* Functioning Alcoholic
* Quick to assume
* Slow to trust

'''Religion'''

*No current Religion due to lack of belief

'''Quirks'''
* Habit of zoning out at random times
* Constantly looks like he is about to pass out due to his insomnia
* Habit of staring
* Not very good at reading how people feel about him

'''Equipment'''

* The master crafted sword he took from his teacher and a specially made large flask he keeps in his jacket at all times.
* Recently obtained a small handgun for occasional use in battle, though mostly for practice use

'''Rumours'''

'''Common rumours'''
* "Him? Ah, he comes to the bar almost every night. It's a wonder he isn't dead from alcohol poisoning..." -Local Inkeep
* "Why d'you think he always looks so tired? Must have nightmares or summat." - Lominsa Merchant.

'''Uncommon rumours'''
* "He looks a bit like a sellsword don't he? Might be a bodyguard of some sorts." -Gridanian Lookout
* "Best steer clear of him... I've heard of a bounty hunter what looked like him." - Lominsa Adventurer

'''Rare rumours'''
* "Some people say he used to be a regular at the black market. Organs, people, information... no one dared to ask just what he would do." -Ul'Dahn Merchant
* "He'd tell me tales of his most recent target. I stopped showing when he started talking about the children." -Old Drunkard
* "No. I'm not telling you a damn thing about him, because I don't want your entrails on my doorstep." -Info broker

Ongaku Koibito

2017-09-19T19:28:42Z

AkumKasai:

'''Appearance'''

A six foot one Miqo'te Male with long, black hair that was tied at the end to keep from swaying so much. His former teacher regularly dyed parts of his hair purple, a habit he keeps to this day. He has dark, deep bags under his eyes from his severe insomnia, constantly looking as though he is on the verge of passing out. His skin is a pale white, caused from his tendencies to not wander around outside for long periods of time. He has a scar on his right eye and left cheek from past exchanges of steel, and his eyes are a dark amber.

'''History'''

As a child, his name was originally A'kexi, living among his tribe as a proud Seeker. When he was about the age of seven, a mysterious Katana wielding man came into his village and talked to the young Miqo'te. After convincing him of his truthful and honest intentions, he sent the boy to bed, proceeding to murder every-other member of the tribe. Upon awakening, A'kexi was devastated to see what had happened to his family, his loved ones. The swordsman took him into his arms, promising that he would watch over him, unaware that the man that held him was the one who killed his family. The swordsman would give him his new name: Ongaku Koibito, and train him in his specialty of swordfighting, Iaijutsu, the art of drawing the blade from the sheathe, attacking a few times with a devastating assault, then sheathing the blade once more. He showed a natural aptitude towards the ways of the blade, and at one point in time figured a way to expel certain magics from the blade, though this is extremely taxing on him. As the years passed by, Ongaku slowly realized the truth of what happened that night when his clan was murdered. Taking action into his own hands, he killed his teacher using the same techniques that he had taught him, taking the swordsman expertly crafted blade and never to think back on him ever again. However, all those years studying under him and taken its toll. His teacher would often encourage him to drink, turning his like of drink from 'enjoyable' to addiction. Also, he no longer knew what it meant to have a home, as he and his teacher would constantly be on the move, going from place to place in the flick of a wrist. With these problems constraining his options at permanent work, he turned to an option that his teacher would speak of frequently.

He found himself taking contracts. Assassinations and Bounty hunting being the most common. He made a name for himself in the black market as "the codeless pirate". Pregnant aristocrats, peasant children, widowed miners, if anyone brought him the right coin, any target would be dead eventually. Slowly but surly, he climbed his way up into the realm of the notorious, placing fear into the hearts of the targets and contractors alike. Due to this, he would receive the best contracts available, always getting somewhat of a bonus as no one really knew what his standards of payment was. However, this also caused some needs for concern. The other assassins and hunters would become enraged with him as he was hogging all the good contracts and taking in the smaller ones before they could accept them. He would kill anyone who came after him, of course, but is was extremely inconvenient for his contacts to have to worry about a killer coming after them out of spite. Once he saved up enough, he would hire the best personal ship one could buy, heading towards a new coast, and a fresh market for getting scores. He would repeat this action on a regular basis, only moving whenever he could no longer take contracts from the local market. Along with changing his clothes every time he reaches a new land, he would also change the sheath of his blade to better hide himself among the crowds.

His current whereabouts are currently unknown, though there have been many rumors of people seeing him in Uldah and Limsa. While little to no people actually know what he looks like, the description of a half dead, drunken samurai is a hard one to misplace.

'''Personality'''

Due to his severe insomnia and heavy drinking, he always has an air of dullness surrounding him. Some have described it as being as though he was talking while dead, rarely showing signs of enthusiasm or any deep-rooted emotion. However, this changes when drinking. As he drinks he slowly becomes more and more 'alive', getting more talkative and sociable. The highest point of this change in appearance being the tipping point between tipsy and drunk. Occasionally one will find him right after he just got some decent sleep, which produces a similar effect, though this is a rare event.

'''Characteristics'''

Nicknames: None that he knows of

Age: 24

Nameday:

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Height: 6'2

Weight: 149 lbs

Body: Toned and slightly muscular on torso and arms

Hair: Black with purple dyed highlights

Eyes: Dark Amber

Skin: Pale white

Clothing: Usually a leather lined chest-piece with cloth pants, gloves, and leather shoes.

Likes: Most forms of alcohol, Nightfall, getting paid.

Dislikes: Cheats. Talky people. Lightning magic.

'''Areas of Expertise'''

Martial: Masterfully trained in Iaijutsu. Experience in hand-to-hand combat and learning how to wield a firearm.

Crafting: Fixes most of his armor when slight damage occurs, bare basics of cooking.

Other: Able to slip into most crowds unnoticed, occasionally uses the art of distraction.

'''Strengths'''
* Able to keep calm, even when losing
* Fast learner
* Improvised fighting style
* Intuitive

'''Weaknesses'''
* Extreme Insomnia
* Functioning Alcoholic
* Quick to assume
* Slow to trust

'''Religion'''

*No current Religion due to lack of belief

'''Quirks'''
* Habit of zoning out at random times
* Constantly looks like he is about to pass out due to his insomnia
* Habit of staring
* Not very good at reading how people feel about him

'''Equipment'''

* The master crafted sword he took from his teacher and a specially made large flask he keeps in his jacket at all times.
* Recently obtained a small handgun for occasional use in battle, though mostly for practice use

'''Rumours'''

'''Common rumours'''
* "Him? Ah, he comes to the bar almost every night. It's a wonder he isn't dead from alcohol poisoning..." -Local Inkeep
* "Why d'you think he always looks so tired? Must have nightmares or summat." - Lominsa Merchant.

'''Uncommon rumours'''
* "He looks a bit like a sellsword don't he? Might be a bodyguard of some sorts." -Gridanian Lookout
* "Best steer clear of him... I've heard of a bounty hunter what looked like him." - Lominsa Adventurer

'''Rare rumours'''
* "Some people say he used to be a regular at the black market. Organs, people, information... no one dared to ask just what he would do." -Ul'Dahn Merchant
* "He'd tell me tales of his most recent target. I stopped showing when he started talking about the children." -Old Drunkard
* "No. I'm not telling you a damn thing about him, because I don't want your entrails on my doorstep." -Info broker

Ongaku Koibito

2017-09-19T19:00:21Z

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'''Appearance'''

A six foot one Miqo'te Male with long, black hair that was tied at the end to keep from swaying so much. His former teacher regularly dyed parts of his hair purple, a habit he keeps to this day. He has dark, deep bags under his eyes from his severe insomnia, constantly looking as though he is on the verge of passing out. His skin is a pale white, caused from his tendencies to not wander around outside for long periods of time. He has a scar on his right eye and left cheek from past exchanges of steel, and his eyes are a dark amber.

'''History'''

As a child, his name was originally A'kexi, living among his tribe as a proud Seeker. When he was about the age of seven, a mysterious Katana wielding man came into his village and talked to the young Miqo'te. After convincing him of his truthful and honest intentions, he sent the boy to bed, proceeding to murder every-other member of the tribe. Upon awakening, A'kexi was devastated to see what had happened to his family, his loved ones. The swordsman took him into his arms, promising that he would watch over him, unaware that the man that held him was the one who killed his family. The swordsman would give him his new name: Ongaku Koibito, and train him in his specialty of swordfighting, Iaijutsu, the art of drawing the blade from the sheathe, attacking a few times with a devastating assault, then sheathing the blade once more. He showed a natural aptitude towards the ways of the blade, and at one point in time figured a way to expel certain magics from the blade, though this is extremely taxing on him. As the years passed by, Ongaku slowly realized the truth of what happened that night when his clan was murdered. Taking action into his own hands, he killed his teacher using the same techniques that he had taught him, taking the swordsman expertly crafted blade and never to think back on him ever again. However, all those years studying under him and taken its toll. His teacher would often encourage him to drink, turning his like of drink from 'enjoyable' to addiction. Also, he no longer knew what it meant to have a home, as he and his teacher would constantly be on the move, going from place to place in the flick of a wrist. With these problems constraining his options at permanent work, he turned to an option that his teacher would speak of frequently.

He found himself taking contracts. Assassinations and Bounty hunting being the most common. He made a name for himself in the black market as "the codeless pirate". Pregnant aristocrats, peasant children, widowed miners, if anyone brought him the right coin, any target would be dead eventually. Slowly but surly, he climbed his way up into the realm of the notorious, placing fear into the hearts of the targets and contractors alike. Due to this, he would receive the best contracts available, always getting somewhat of a bonus as no one really knew what his standards of payment was. However, this also caused some needs for concern. The other assassins and hunters would become enraged with him as he was hogging all the good contracts and taking in the smaller ones before they could accept them. He would kill anyone who came after him, of course, but is was extremely inconvenient for his contacts to have to worry about a killer coming after them out of spite. Once he saved up enough, he would hire the best personal ship one could buy, heading towards a new coast, and a fresh market for getting scores. He would repeat this action on a regular basis, only moving whenever he could no longer take contracts from the local market. Along with changing his clothes every time he reaches a new land, he would also change the sheath of his blade to better hide himself among the crowds.

His current whereabouts are currently unknown, though there have been many rumors of people seeing him in Uldah and Limsa. While little to no people actually know what he looks like, the description of a half dead, drunken samurai is a hard one to misplace.

'''Personality'''

Due to his severe insomnia and heavy drinking, he always has an air of dullness surrounding him. Some have described it as being as though he was talking while dead, rarely showing signs of enthusiasm or any deep-rooted emotion. However, this changes when drinking. As he drinks he slowly becomes more and more 'alive', getting more talkative and sociable. The highest point of this change in appearance being the tipping point between tipsy and drunk. Occasionally one will find him right after he just got some decent sleep, which produces a similar effect, though this is a rare event.

'''Characteristics'''

Nicknames: None that he knows of

Age: 24

Nameday:

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Height: 6'2

Weight: 149 lbs

Body: Toned and slightly muscular on torso and arms

Hair: Black with purple dyed highlights

Eyes: Dark Amber

Skin: Pale white

Clothing: Usually a leather lined chest-piece with cloth pants, gloves, and leather shoes.

Likes: Most forms of alcohol, Nightfall, getting paid.

Dislikes: Cheats. Talky people. Lightning magic.

'''Areas of Expertise'''

Martial: Masterfully trained in Iaijutsu. Experience in hand-to-hand combat and learning how to wield a firearm.

Crafting: Fixes most of his armor when slight damage occurs, bare basics of cooking.

Other: Able to slip into most crowds unnoticed, occasionally uses the art of distraction.

'''Strengths'''
* Able to keep calm, even when losing
* Fast learner
* Improvised fighting style
* Intuitive

'''Weaknesses'''
* Extreme Insomnia
* Functioning Alcoholic
* Quick to assume
* Slow to trust

'''Religion'''

*No current Religion due to lack of belief

'''Quirks'''
* Habit of zoning out at random times
* Constantly looks like he is about to pass out due to his insomnia
* Habit of staring
* Not very good at reading how people feel about him

'''Equipment'''

* The master crafted sword he took from his teacher and a specially made large flask he keeps in his jacket at all times.

'''Rumours'''

'''Common rumours'''
* "Him? Ah, he comes to the bar almost every night. It's a wonder he isn't dead from alcohol poisoning..." -Local Inkeep
* "Why d'you think he always looks so tired? Must have nightmares or summat." - Lominsa Merchant.

'''Uncommon rumours'''
* "He looks a bit like a sellsword don't he? Might be a bodyguard of some sorts." -Gridanian Lookout
* "Best steer clear of him... I've heard of a bounty hunter what looked like him." - Lominsa Adventurer

'''Rare rumours'''
* "Some people say he used to be a regular at the black market. Organs, people, information... no one dared to ask just what he would do." -Ul'Dahn Merchant
* "He'd tell me tales of his most recent target. I stopped showing when he started talking about the children." -Old Drunkard
* "No. I'm not telling you a damn thing about him, because I don't want your entrails on my doorstep." -Info broker