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Hanshi

Hanshi
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Hanshi  26d7172535349dcfd039c8d0c98356a5
Name:Hanshi Murasame
Country Affiliation: N/A (Wanderer)
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D-Class
Class: Warrior


Age + Birthdate: December 14 , 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Hanshi at his core is a very caring and passionate individual but due to his upbringing, he hides his emotions and closes himself off from people. As a youth, he’d act out in horrendous ways for attention, and get into fights for some form of acknowledgment from his young peers. For him, any attention was good attention but as he grew older he slowly grew out of this phase, his want for attention and chaos began to subside with time and he eventually mellowed out. He understood that not everyone would like him, and it was better to possess a couple of quarters and not a few hundred pennies. As such he values friendship and loyalty above all else but these must be earned, his affinity with getting along with animals comes from their free-willed nature; when they’re hungry, they eat, when they’re sleepy. they sleep. when they wanna leave, they leave, when they’re all hot and bother, they fuck something he aspire’s to live by and embody making him prone to harsh truths and not picking up well on social norms. Now on a very soft topic child abuse sets him off it reminds him of his childhood and will make him do things without thinking the consequences through. He traditionally comes off as blunt and rude but he is just extremely honest to a fault, he is also very fond of animals showing them human-like compassion.

Likes: Hanshi is man who delights in being lazy living with cats for years will do this to , stuffing his gullet with food and lounging about in the sun, once again a  cat thing also it makes him feel safe. he has a soft for cats and ravens , the cats are obvious but he loves ravens because they are natures clean up squad and at the end of every battle they where always there. he got a friend and the ravens got food.

Dislikes:The man has an extreme disdain for moronic simpletons as he deems his father to be one.all things must be calculated and accounted for , he refuses to run into things head first unless he feels the win is guranteed. he has a love hate relationship with battles , as they excite him to no end but the post battle clarity always makes him a little sad if he loses control in some fashion. violence without meaning or purpose makes his stomach churn and her blood boil , even saying you fight for the simple sake of fighting is a reason.

Aspirations: The young fanalis known as Hanshi does not want for much , nor does he have any grand aspirations like most that dwell in this world. For he has seen them struggle and seen them hate one another for years , he doesn't wish to partake in their glorified rat race. He seeks simply to enjoy his life , hone his skills and become someone worth remembering , he is still a fanalis after all and a warrior at heart. and thus he wants to make a name for himself as a warrior , but being part of something bigger than himself always has an appeal.

Phobias/fears:  Engulfment:The fear of losing oneself , Hanshi himself has a fear of being dominated and over powered. He fears being utterly and completely dominated , should this ever occur he will become extremly violent acting likie a cornered animal , but he's on friendly terms with said person he will just become unresponsive. his secondary fear would be to run out of people to fight though the world is big , the amount of people who can take a punch is few and far in between.


Face-Claim: SCP- 073
Hair Color: deep crimson almost black
Eye Color: Red
Height: 177 cm (5'10")
Weight: 79 kg (175 lbs)
Appearance: Hanshi posses a very thin and slender frame , don't let that deceive you as he is of faunalis  descent. Though he may not have an excess of bulging muscles his body posses rather defined and cut muscles , along with these is an assortment of tattoo's. The tatoo's that mire hanshi's body are actually a birthmark of unknown origin , they are a naturally occurring presence on his body. He has smooth clear olive skin that has a healthy glow when under the moonlight , when moving onto his face it's pretty unremarkable besides his tatoo's his face is rather forgettable. Atop his crown is a long flowing river of what apperas to be ebony hair , but upon closer inspection his hair is simply a very dark and deep shade of red. His eyes are the same color as the ruby's one would seek in a dungeon , they shine with the same beauty as those gems. when it comes to attire he wears nothing but a dirty raggedy tattered loin cloth that reaches his knees , the loin cloth is actually white but seeing as it's never touched water it appears to be brown. dont ask but he never seen without his crude black iron dagger , he clings to his blade as if it where his only life line.
Rukh Alignment: White Rukh
Special Features: A body covered in tatoo's from head to toe

History: To know the story of Hanshi one must know the story of his parents, Shuna his mother and Doraku his father were miners who fell in love on the job. His mother worked in the mines running food and water to the men who were mining out the mountainside, they would dig for ores used in chakra reactive blades which they would then sell off to the major neighboring villages. It was dangerous work but it was honest work and it gave them each a living, as years passed they grew closer and closer to one another till eventually, they fell to the flames of their passion on a warm spring night. Shuna would become pregnant with their first son on a joyous occasion but she still had to work as her husband, despite his wishes of her staying home while he worked.

Little did she know that having worked in the mine for so many years had slowly but surely killing her, her body was flooded with particles from the ore. normally this type of thing wouldn't show any forms of health issues till old age, but her pregnancy was taxing and it made the side effects of the mine kill her much quicker. Unbeknownst to her the baby in her womb was falling victim to her reckless abandon, but instead of perishing it began to mutate causing the child to grow rapidly within her.

When he was born his mother sat on death’s door for the better part of three years being confined to her home and bed, Hanshi was never allowed to visit his mother and his father treated him like a parasite. The boy's body was disfigured in terms of coloration his tattoos in cat being birth marks; along with anatomy thanks to his mother's time in the mines. As the boy grew into the age of five his mother grew sicker and sicker, it wasn’t long before the small village began to think the boy was cursed and the boy would often be thrown out into the streets by his father.

The boy would begin spending a lot of his time in dark alleyways and the forest near the village after a while, he began spending longer and longer periods away from his home. He had been spending time with wild cats in the forest, hunting with them, sleeping alongside them, and living as they would freely enjoying life. While he was gone due to his age and small stature he was able to subside cooked rats and birds that he caught sometimes the occasional fish. He began to pick up mannerisms from the cat’s such as hissing at people and peeing on things he wanted, as you can imagine this didn’t go over well with school staff; as you know peeing on girls to mark your territory is rather…...not so politically correct.

By age seven his deformity had worsened as it spread from his arms to his left pectoral and left eye, which was now discolored as the white part of the eye was now black. He would begin rapping that section of his face in rags along with his arm to hide them, he felt nothing but shame for the way he looked and self-hatred roiled within him. It wasn’t his fault he was born this way he didn’t know why everyone scorned him as they did, he did his best to make them see who he was past his deformation. With time the markings and “deformation” as the doctor put it would encompass his whole body

At the age of ten the boy had honed his speed well beyond someone of his age should be capable of, this was simply from the fear of getting caught and spending time with the wildcats of the nearby forest. He would make a show of stealing food despite being well fed at home, he did this because he wanted attention from those around him and his father whether it be good or bad. For him, love and acceptance were things he wanted, but all he ever earned was scorn; and being treated as if he didn’t exist. This leads to a spiral of questionable behavior on  hanshi's part, but to be honest what would be expected of him in such a situation.

When the boy turned ten the beating from his father began to grow worse, they’d leave the boy in severe condition; not enough to kill him but just enough to make him wish he was. The pain wasn’t permanent but it clung and it caused something to fester within him, a great and unrelenting storm of hatred was born; each blow upon his body made it grow stronger. His admiration, his longing, his desire for his father's love was dead; he only wanted to make this man suffer. Hanshi would begin to train day in and day out staying out in the forest for a total of two years training in the wilderness, he would come back to the village on occasion to check in on his mother. He would eventually take up bounty hunting though being so young he had his fair share of beatings, and merchants swindled him for everything he was worth.

When his mother’s illness grew severe he would decide to move back in, his father no longer moved to strike him but hate-filled the man's eyes. Eventually, when his mother passed things weren't the same at home anymore his father blamed the whole ordeal on him, they would constantly go back and forth. One would think years of training would give him the edge but this was not the case, he feared no man but the one who stood before him his brain hardwired to recoil at his father’s voice and grasp. These fights always ended with the boy running out of the house battered and beaten to his mother's grave where he would curl up shivering and sobbing as he drifted to sleep, this continued for years until he was twelve this time he fought back giving his father a firm knee to the nads. Normally for a guy that would be the end but it only infuriated his father more he would grab a knife off the kitchen table and slash his son across the face, he could have reacted, he could have disarmed his father, he could have pulled his knife in response but he didn’t he froze his primal fear kicking in. His brain screams for him to run as the foe before him has nearly killed him on multiple occasions, so he did what any animal with an escape route would do; he ran as fast and as far as his legs would carry him.

His father would give chase trying to find the boy, to finish the job? To seek redemption? No one knows but the man was never seen again. Some think he threw himself off a cliff from the shame of having a disfigured son; and a cursed son. As for his son Hanshi now works as a traveling bounty hunter he was never any good, but over the years with the practice, he has perfected his craft although all he does is bring in low-rank criminals he has a sense of fulfillment.

With these new sets of skills his ability to capture and or kill his targets grew exponentially. Along his travels, he picked up a small black kitten that seemingly never strayed too far from him. Throughout his years in solitude, he has come to trust this feline as a friend, no longer seeking the validation of others he wishes to find a place where he may hang his sword and call home on his path to strength. He hopes to one day make a difference in the world cleaning it up one scumbag at a time but one has to wonder if maybe a greater purpose awaits him in the future.


Role-Play Sample:

The sound of cicadas fills the night air as the moon rises in kumo on this solemn night a thin fog had rolled in on the village once more slithering throughout the streets of the kingdom like some snake carrying with it omens of bad tiding. The place seemed a bit more dark than usual on this night , it had been three days since Hanshi located a lead on a kult that had made it’s home in the deadly poison swamp that lay near his homelands farms. Things in his village seemed to slow down for him after that night , he had yet to go and give his report to the higher up’s as he didn’t know where the chief was or who was second in the rusting chain of command. The boy he brought back was a child of the fang clan apparently , it so happened that a slew of genine had been sent along with him and now there was a possibility that a rescue mission would need to be mounted to retrieve the bodies of the children should they be dead.


Hanshi had taken residence in a tree outside the boy’s window about fifteen feet away from the building , the tree wasn't gargantuan in size but it was large enough and sturdy enough to support his weight. He leaned against the trunk of the tree, his right leg on the branch while his left dangled from the branch. His choice in clothing also gave him the ability to act quickly , he could easily fall forward or backwards to descend to the ground rapidly which would also allow him to dodge if he felt an oncoming attack from the shadows. As a warrior of the mighty nation he held dear he needed to be vigilant at all times , lest he was caught unaware and made to suffer the consequences.



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2Hanshi  Empty Re: Hanshi on 25/07/20, 12:05 am

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3Hanshi  Empty Re: Hanshi on 25/07/20, 06:24 pm

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Now that you have been accepted, you should go on to creating all the things you'll need. Keep in mind, you may start role playing now but I would suggest getting all the following out of the way before entering any sort of combat:

  • Create your vault! Everyone on the forum is required to make a vault. It is something that you manage personally to keep track of your character's development and belongings. The forum you post this in is located under The Room of Fortitude [Creation Center] > Vault. The link to the template is here. Your vault should have the elements of the template in it but you can customize it however you want!

  • Create your starter weapon! Since you're a Warrior-- you'll want to create a weapon. The forum you post this in is located under The Bazaar [OOC Shop] > Merchant's Alley > Hakim's Smithy > Weapon Smithing. The link to the template is here.

  • Create your starter abilities and traits! The forum you post this in is located under Room of Fortitude [Creation Center] > Abilities/Traits. The link to the template is here. Keep in mind you start out with 2 trait points. Also, when creating starter abilities-- you will create 4 D tier and 1 C tier.

  • If you have any questions, comments, or concerns-- please don't hesitate to message me. I'll be more than happy to help you out the best I can. Thank you for joining us and I hope you enjoy everything the site has to offer!

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[b]Name:[/b]Hanshi Murasame
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] N/A (Wanderer)
[b]Race:[/b] Fanalis
[b]Tier:[/b] D-Class
[b]Class:[/b] Warrior
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[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] December 14 , 21
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual
[b]Personality:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]Hanshi at his core is a very caring and passionate individual but due to his upbringing, he hides his emotions and closes himself off from people. As a youth, he’d act out in horrendous ways for attention, and get into fights for some form of acknowledgment from his young peers. For him, any attention was good attention but as he grew older he slowly grew out of this phase, his want for attention and chaos began to subside with time and he eventually mellowed out. He understood that not everyone would like him, and it was better to possess a couple of quarters and not a few hundred pennies. As such he values friendship and loyalty above all else but these must be earned, his affinity with getting along with animals comes from their free-willed nature; when they’re hungry, they eat, when they’re sleepy. they sleep. when they wanna leave, they leave, when they’re all hot and bother, they fuck something he aspire’s to live by and embody making him prone to harsh truths and not picking up well on social norms. Now on a very soft topic child abuse sets him off it reminds him of his childhood and will make him do things without thinking the consequences through. He traditionally comes off as blunt and rude but he is just extremely honest to a fault, he is also very fond of animals showing them human-like compassion.[/font]

[b]Likes:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS] Hanshi is man who delights in being lazy living with cats for years will do this to , stuffing his gullet with food and lounging about in the sun, once again a  cat thing also it makes him feel safe. he has a soft for cats and ravens , the cats are obvious but he loves ravens because they are natures clean up squad and at the end of every battle they where always there. he got a friend and the ravens got food. [/font]

[b]Dislikes:[/b][font=Comic Sans MS]The man has an extreme disdain for moronic simpletons as he deems his father to be one.all things must be calculated and accounted for , he refuses to run into things head first unless he feels the win is guranteed. he has a love hate relationship with battles , as they excite him to no end but the post battle clarity always makes him a little sad if he loses control in some fashion. violence without meaning or purpose makes his stomach churn and her blood boil , even saying you fight for the simple sake of fighting is a reason.[/font]

[b]Aspirations:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]The young fanalis known as Hanshi does not want for much , nor does he have any grand aspirations like most that dwell in this world. For he has seen them struggle and seen them hate one another for years , he doesn't wish to partake in their glorified rat race. He seeks simply to enjoy his life , hone his skills and become someone worth remembering , he is still a fanalis after all and a warrior at heart. and thus he wants to make a name for himself as a warrior , but being part of something bigger than himself always has an appeal.[/font]

[b]Phobias/fears:[/b]  [font=Comic Sans MS]Engulfment:The fear of losing oneself , Hanshi himself has a fear of being dominated and over powered. He fears being utterly and completely dominated , should this ever occur he will become extremly violent acting likie a cornered animal , but he's on friendly terms with said person he will just become unresponsive. his secondary fear would be to run out of people to fight though the world is big , the amount of people who can take a punch is few and far in between.[/font]
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[b]Face-Claim:[/b] SCP- 073
[b]Hair Color:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]deep crimson almost black[/font]
[b]Eye Color:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]Red[/font]
[b]Height:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]177 cm (5'10")[/font]
[b]Weight:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]79 kg (175 lbs)[/font]
[b]Appearance:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS] Hanshi posses a very thin and slender frame , don't let that deceive you as he is of faunalis  descent. Though he may not have an excess of bulging muscles his body posses rather defined and cut muscles , along with these is an assortment of tattoo's. The tatoo's that mire hanshi's body are actually a birthmark of unknown origin , they are a naturally occurring presence on his body. He has smooth clear olive skin that has a healthy glow when under the moonlight , when moving onto his face it's pretty unremarkable besides his tatoo's his face is rather forgettable. Atop his crown is a long flowing river of what apperas to be ebony hair , but upon closer inspection his hair is simply a very dark and deep shade of red. His eyes are the same color as the ruby's one would seek in a dungeon , they shine with the same beauty as those gems. when it comes to attire he wears nothing but a dirty raggedy tattered loin cloth that reaches his knees , the loin cloth is actually white but seeing as it's never touched water it appears to be brown. dont ask but he never seen without his crude black iron dagger , he clings to his blade as if it where his only life line.[/font]
[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]White Rukh[/font]
[b]Special Features:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]A body covered in tatoo's from head to toe[/font]

[b]History:[/b] [font=Comic Sans MS]To know the story of Hanshi one must know the story of his parents, Shuna his mother and Doraku his father were miners who fell in love on the job. His mother worked in the mines running food and water to the men who were mining out the mountainside, they would dig for ores used in chakra reactive blades which they would then sell off to the major neighboring villages. It was dangerous work but it was honest work and it gave them each a living, as years passed they grew closer and closer to one another till eventually, they fell to the flames of their passion on a warm spring night. Shuna would become pregnant with their first son on a joyous occasion but she still had to work as her husband, despite his wishes of her staying home while he worked.

Little did she know that having worked in the mine for so many years had slowly but surely killing her, her body was flooded with particles from the ore. normally this type of thing wouldn't show any forms of health issues till old age, but her pregnancy was taxing and it made the side effects of the mine kill her much quicker. Unbeknownst to her the baby in her womb was falling victim to her reckless abandon, but instead of perishing it began to mutate causing the child to grow rapidly within her.

When he was born his mother sat on death’s door for the better part of three years being confined to her home and bed, Hanshi was never allowed to visit his mother and his father treated him like a parasite. The boy's body was disfigured in terms of coloration his tattoos in cat being birth marks; along with anatomy thanks to his mother's time in the mines. As the boy grew into the age of five his mother grew sicker and sicker, it wasn’t long before the small village began to think the boy was cursed and the boy would often be thrown out into the streets by his father.

The boy would begin spending a lot of his time in dark alleyways and the forest near the village after a while, he began spending longer and longer periods away from his home. He had been spending time with wild cats in the forest, hunting with them, sleeping alongside them, and living as they would freely enjoying life. While he was gone due to his age and small stature he was able to subside cooked rats and birds that he caught sometimes the occasional fish. He began to pick up mannerisms from the cat’s such as hissing at people and peeing on things he wanted, as you can imagine this didn’t go over well with school staff; as you know peeing on girls to mark your territory is rather…...not so politically correct.

By age seven his deformity had worsened as it spread from his arms to his left pectoral and left eye, which was now discolored as the white part of the eye was now black. He would begin rapping that section of his face in rags along with his arm to hide them, he felt nothing but shame for the way he looked and self-hatred roiled within him. It wasn’t his fault he was born this way he didn’t know why everyone scorned him as they did, he did his best to make them see who he was past his deformation. With time the markings and “deformation” as the doctor put it would encompass his whole body

At the age of ten the boy had honed his speed well beyond someone of his age should be capable of, this was simply from the fear of getting caught and spending time with the wildcats of the nearby forest. He would make a show of stealing food despite being well fed at home, he did this because he wanted attention from those around him and his father whether it be good or bad. For him, love and acceptance were things he wanted, but all he ever earned was scorn; and being treated as if he didn’t exist. This leads to a spiral of questionable behavior on  hanshi's part, but to be honest what would be expected of him in such a situation.

When the boy turned ten the beating from his father began to grow worse, they’d leave the boy in severe condition; not enough to kill him but just enough to make him wish he was. The pain wasn’t permanent but it clung and it caused something to fester within him, a great and unrelenting storm of hatred was born; each blow upon his body made it grow stronger. His admiration, his longing, his desire for his father's love was dead; he only wanted to make this man suffer. Hanshi would begin to train day in and day out staying out in the forest for a total of two years training in the wilderness, he would come back to the village on occasion to check in on his mother. He would eventually take up bounty hunting though being so young he had his fair share of beatings, and merchants swindled him for everything he was worth.

When his mother’s illness grew severe he would decide to move back in, his father no longer moved to strike him but hate-filled the man's eyes. Eventually, when his mother passed things weren't the same at home anymore his father blamed the whole ordeal on him, they would constantly go back and forth. One would think years of training would give him the edge but this was not the case, he feared no man but the one who stood before him his brain hardwired to recoil at his father’s voice and grasp. These fights always ended with the boy running out of the house battered and beaten to his mother's grave where he would curl up shivering and sobbing as he drifted to sleep, this continued for years until he was twelve this time he fought back giving his father a firm knee to the nads. Normally for a guy that would be the end but it only infuriated his father more he would grab a knife off the kitchen table and slash his son across the face, he could have reacted, he could have disarmed his father, he could have pulled his knife in response but he didn’t he froze his primal fear kicking in. His brain screams for him to run as the foe before him has nearly killed him on multiple occasions, so he did what any animal with an escape route would do; he ran as fast and as far as his legs would carry him.

His father would give chase trying to find the boy, to finish the job? To seek redemption? No one knows but the man was never seen again. Some think he threw himself off a cliff from the shame of having a disfigured son; and a cursed son. As for his son Hanshi now works as a traveling bounty hunter he was never any good, but over the years with the practice, he has perfected his craft although all he does is bring in low-rank criminals he has a sense of fulfillment.

With these new sets of skills his ability to capture and or kill his targets grew exponentially. Along his travels, he picked up a small black kitten that seemingly never strayed too far from him. Throughout his years in solitude, he has come to trust this feline as a friend, no longer seeking the validation of others he wishes to find a place where he may hang his sword and call home on his path to strength. He hopes to one day make a difference in the world cleaning it up one scumbag at a time but one has to wonder if maybe a greater purpose awaits him in the future.[/font]

[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b]
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The sound of cicadas fills the night air as the moon rises in kumo on this solemn night a thin fog had rolled in on the village once more slithering throughout the streets of the kingdom like some snake carrying with it omens of bad tiding. The place seemed a bit more dark than usual on this night , it had been three days since Hanshi located a lead on a kult that had made it’s home in the deadly poison swamp that lay near his homelands farms. Things in his village seemed to slow down for him after that night , he had yet to go and give his report to the higher up’s as he didn’t know where the chief was or who was second in the rusting chain of command. The boy he brought back was a child of the fang clan apparently , it so happened that a slew of genine had been sent along with him and now there was a possibility that a rescue mission would need to be mounted to retrieve the bodies of the children should they be dead.


Hanshi had taken residence in a tree outside the boy’s window about fifteen feet away from the building , the tree wasn't gargantuan in size but it was large enough and sturdy enough to support his weight. He leaned against the trunk of the tree, his right leg on the branch while his left dangled from the branch. His choice in clothing also gave him the ability to act quickly , he could easily fall forward or backwards to descend to the ground rapidly which would also allow him to dodge if he felt an oncoming attack from the shadows. As a warrior of the mighty nation he held dear he needed to be vigilant at all times , lest he was caught unaware and made to suffer the consequences.[/font]


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