Post by sansaba on Sept 21, 2019 14:19:09 GMT -5
Name: Sansaba Odo (Sans)
Age: How old is your character? 16
Village: Which village are you joining? Kirigakure
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Samurai
Element: Lightning
Skills: Bukijutsu Expert. Sensory
Novice.
Appearance:
Face Claim: Sabito - Demon Slayer
PGP/Sexuality: Male. He/Him
About You: Sansaba is a very driven swordsman, focused on honing his technique to become one of the best in the world, as well as ridding it of "spiritual" beings, believing that when the gates between realms are opened, they sometimes let in unwanted things.
Dubbed "Songbird" or "The Sansaba Songbird" by his peers, his unique fighting style makes him a force to be reckoned with. He is confident and kind, but also a realist and knows when his kindness is being taken for weakness. He understands that he alone cannot stop all the evil in the world, and so he does what he can and only wants to move forward.
His name when he was born was actually Tokugawa, but due to his village's traditions, once he became a samurai, he was renamed Sansaba, believed to be a reincarnation of the village's hero and namesake, Sansaba Kondo, a samurai who died 300 years ago.
Writing Sample:
"Ack!"
Sans' feet slid against the floor, his sandals digging deep into the ground beneath him, but the force against him was just too much to reconcile. Quickly disengaging, Sansaba rolled right, putting distance between himself and his opponent. Wiping the blood off his cheek, Sansaba would close one eye, readying his katana once more. The large body turned to face him, taking an almost relaxed pose, which scared Sans. This guy was different than the other spirits he had fought.
They all varied in sizes, and Sans had fought much bigger, but this guy knew HOW to use his size to his advantage. Standing at almost 10 feet tall, the demon towered over the boy samurai, his muscles tight and bound, his aura of killing intent present. The cuts that Sans had made in the demon's skin began to close, the areas wounded so hot due to increased cellular activity, that steam emitted from the wound until it was closed. The demon's red skin was vibrant inside the ruined inn, the lighting of the lanterns around them giving Sansaba clear view at his opponent. This was good, especially if he had to use that technique.
"What's the matter, are you stricken with fear?" The demon asked, tilting his head at Sans. All four of his eyes gleamed in excitement as he focused on Sans, hoping to make the boy his next meal. "Can't you tell when you're in the presence of pure evil? If you just hand yourself over to me, I'll make your death quick but if you fight," The demon would stomp his leg to the side, taking a stance similar to a sumo wrestler, "I'm going to keep you alive as long as I can while I have some fun!" His arms outstretched wide and he opened his mouth, which would expand, the skin on his chin splitting, then his neck, all the way down to his stomach. With his body flayed open, thousands of teeth filled the inside of him, he would breathe a torrential breath inwards. Sans planted his feet, sheathing his sword, using both hands to get as low to the ground as possible. The debris around them would quickly get sucked in through the demons body, which was acting almost like a shredder for everything. It was now or never.
Closing his eyes, Sans balanced himself enough to stand up. The wind power would increase, his body slowly being pulled towards the demon. Inhaling sharply, Sans would brace his front knee, extending his back leg back, focusing his energy into his blade.
"I've only got one shot...I've got to make this count!" Sans would open his eyes.
Launching from his position, he would use the increased wind power to his advantage, increasing his momentum as he sped towards the demon, the entire movement happening so fast, if you blinked, you would miss it. Landing behind the demon, slightly offset, Sans would stand up straight, his sword still in hand. Blood encased the steel, and the the ringing of the blade echoed through the inn. It almost sounded like the chirping of birds on an early morning. Almost relaxing.
The demon would turn to Sans, confused.
"How did you....?" It would ask, as the wounds caught up, and the demon's head rolled off it's shoulders, the body kneeling, then falling flat. Sans would wipe the blood from his blade, careful so it wouldn't rust, and then sheathed the blade. He would look around the inn, not seeing any bodies, assuming the demon ate everyone who had stumbled upon this place. Sighing, he gathered himself, then exited the building. The demon's body would decay by morning, but Sans didn't know if he felt good leaving the place untouched, like he was asked. Something felt off about it, but it wasn't his call to make. He couldn't wait to sleep.
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Age: How old is your character? 16
Village: Which village are you joining? Kirigakure
Rank/Title: Genin
Clan: Samurai
Element: Lightning
Skills: Bukijutsu Expert. Sensory
Novice.
Appearance:
Face Claim: Sabito - Demon Slayer
PGP/Sexuality: Male. He/Him
About You: Sansaba is a very driven swordsman, focused on honing his technique to become one of the best in the world, as well as ridding it of "spiritual" beings, believing that when the gates between realms are opened, they sometimes let in unwanted things.
Dubbed "Songbird" or "The Sansaba Songbird" by his peers, his unique fighting style makes him a force to be reckoned with. He is confident and kind, but also a realist and knows when his kindness is being taken for weakness. He understands that he alone cannot stop all the evil in the world, and so he does what he can and only wants to move forward.
His name when he was born was actually Tokugawa, but due to his village's traditions, once he became a samurai, he was renamed Sansaba, believed to be a reincarnation of the village's hero and namesake, Sansaba Kondo, a samurai who died 300 years ago.
Writing Sample:
"Ack!"
Sans' feet slid against the floor, his sandals digging deep into the ground beneath him, but the force against him was just too much to reconcile. Quickly disengaging, Sansaba rolled right, putting distance between himself and his opponent. Wiping the blood off his cheek, Sansaba would close one eye, readying his katana once more. The large body turned to face him, taking an almost relaxed pose, which scared Sans. This guy was different than the other spirits he had fought.
They all varied in sizes, and Sans had fought much bigger, but this guy knew HOW to use his size to his advantage. Standing at almost 10 feet tall, the demon towered over the boy samurai, his muscles tight and bound, his aura of killing intent present. The cuts that Sans had made in the demon's skin began to close, the areas wounded so hot due to increased cellular activity, that steam emitted from the wound until it was closed. The demon's red skin was vibrant inside the ruined inn, the lighting of the lanterns around them giving Sansaba clear view at his opponent. This was good, especially if he had to use that technique.
"What's the matter, are you stricken with fear?" The demon asked, tilting his head at Sans. All four of his eyes gleamed in excitement as he focused on Sans, hoping to make the boy his next meal. "Can't you tell when you're in the presence of pure evil? If you just hand yourself over to me, I'll make your death quick but if you fight," The demon would stomp his leg to the side, taking a stance similar to a sumo wrestler, "I'm going to keep you alive as long as I can while I have some fun!" His arms outstretched wide and he opened his mouth, which would expand, the skin on his chin splitting, then his neck, all the way down to his stomach. With his body flayed open, thousands of teeth filled the inside of him, he would breathe a torrential breath inwards. Sans planted his feet, sheathing his sword, using both hands to get as low to the ground as possible. The debris around them would quickly get sucked in through the demons body, which was acting almost like a shredder for everything. It was now or never.
Closing his eyes, Sans balanced himself enough to stand up. The wind power would increase, his body slowly being pulled towards the demon. Inhaling sharply, Sans would brace his front knee, extending his back leg back, focusing his energy into his blade.
"I've only got one shot...I've got to make this count!" Sans would open his eyes.
Launching from his position, he would use the increased wind power to his advantage, increasing his momentum as he sped towards the demon, the entire movement happening so fast, if you blinked, you would miss it. Landing behind the demon, slightly offset, Sans would stand up straight, his sword still in hand. Blood encased the steel, and the the ringing of the blade echoed through the inn. It almost sounded like the chirping of birds on an early morning. Almost relaxing.
The demon would turn to Sans, confused.
"How did you....?" It would ask, as the wounds caught up, and the demon's head rolled off it's shoulders, the body kneeling, then falling flat. Sans would wipe the blood from his blade, careful so it wouldn't rust, and then sheathed the blade. He would look around the inn, not seeing any bodies, assuming the demon ate everyone who had stumbled upon this place. Sighing, he gathered himself, then exited the building. The demon's body would decay by morning, but Sans didn't know if he felt good leaving the place untouched, like he was asked. Something felt off about it, but it wasn't his call to make. He couldn't wait to sleep.
