Post by Takeo Ishiari on Feb 23, 2009 14:40:51 GMT -5
Name: Ishiari Takeo
Age: ~50
Gender: Male
Position Requested if Applicable: Dojo Master
Description: Elder had decided to once more settle down, none knowing for how long this time, before wanderlust got the better of him once again. He wore clothing more suited for everyday life, and still enacting his birthright as a noble; white kimono tucked neatly and tidily into sky blue hakamas that carried not a single spot or stain on them, a black haori covering the top of his body, the family crest of the white maple leaf exposed on his back. Naturally, he wore his hair in the original topknot, hair which was kept clean, not a single strand where it shouldn't be, and of course, the trimmed goatee about his mouth. Getas worn over tabi socks, and precious katana was found in obi.
Personal Items: Clothing, katana, pipe and tobacco.
Weapons: Katana, wisdom? (
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A Sample post: The old samurai sat comfortably beside the little noodle shop besides the path in the forest, spending some time relaxing before he continued his walk. Though surely it would not last, for a thug-looking man approached, with a hostile manner about him. Once he spotted the warrior, he pulled up his obi in a thingyy manner, thinking the old man easy prey. "Hey, old man. Cough up the cash.", the youth demanded at the point of his drawn sword. Though 'old man' only sported a single healthy eye, left one marred by an old scar, a quick, smooth move had him standing, sword in right hand, blade pressed in under youth's chin. "If you beat me, I'll give it to you freely."
Age: ~50
Gender: Male
Position Requested if Applicable: Dojo Master
Description: Elder had decided to once more settle down, none knowing for how long this time, before wanderlust got the better of him once again. He wore clothing more suited for everyday life, and still enacting his birthright as a noble; white kimono tucked neatly and tidily into sky blue hakamas that carried not a single spot or stain on them, a black haori covering the top of his body, the family crest of the white maple leaf exposed on his back. Naturally, he wore his hair in the original topknot, hair which was kept clean, not a single strand where it shouldn't be, and of course, the trimmed goatee about his mouth. Getas worn over tabi socks, and precious katana was found in obi.
Personal Items: Clothing, katana, pipe and tobacco.
Weapons: Katana, wisdom? (
)A Sample post: The old samurai sat comfortably beside the little noodle shop besides the path in the forest, spending some time relaxing before he continued his walk. Though surely it would not last, for a thug-looking man approached, with a hostile manner about him. Once he spotted the warrior, he pulled up his obi in a thingyy manner, thinking the old man easy prey. "Hey, old man. Cough up the cash.", the youth demanded at the point of his drawn sword. Though 'old man' only sported a single healthy eye, left one marred by an old scar, a quick, smooth move had him standing, sword in right hand, blade pressed in under youth's chin. "If you beat me, I'll give it to you freely."
