Post by yamaguchiya on Feb 23, 2009 17:43:26 GMT -5
Name: Yamaguchiya Masayuki
Age: Appears in his mid-to-late thirties, keeps his real age to himself.
Gender: Male
Position Requested if Applicable: Gambling Den Proprietor
Description: Proclaimed sojutsu roukou--speech slurred with Osaka-ben. Grin planted upon pale lips of rather wickedly attractive Devil, kiseru often caught within grasp of his mouth; hazy, crimson eyes'n tuft of fur upon his chin finished it off. Clothing described as barbaric to some. Haori left open, otherwise exposing bare chest; arms heavily inked. Embroidered hakama, hanten-obi, and geta finished it off. Stylish daisho hung from his waist, whilst Jumonji-yari within hand, such of the mochi-style.
Personal Items: Besides his kiseru and the odd jug of sake, what's in his description is all he really carries, and a bit of money.
Weapons: Jumonji-yari is carried with him at most times, though it's left at home from time-to-time. Daisho is always attached to his hip though. A tanto is hidden within his clothing as well.
A Sample Post: Masayuki Yamaguchiya’s fingers peeled at the shoji leading to the back room, lazily dressed fella’ stepping out into the main area of the gambling den, cup of cold sake gripped within his fingers, kiseru plucked between his lips. The room packed with the many inhabitants of Kyoto. Wealthy nobles, men of the Doshin, ronin, labourers, right down to the sleaziest scum of the city. All seemed fine, drunken hollers of men scoring big, to others cursing under their breath after loosing their weekly earnings – all but one man who happened to be causing trouble at one of the Chô-Han tables. Intoxicated beyond belief, the male obviously of the Samurai status, screaming that he was cheated by the dealer, and thus sparked Masayuki’s interest. The man slurred his words, stumbling even whilst sitting down, and when he became more infuriated with his situation, he reached for his daisho – a swift knee to the side of the face, the confrontation ending in violence. Half-conscious man grabbed by the scruff of his neck, dragged to the door by the owner, only to be tossed out into the street, “I don’t appreciate the idea of ya’ tryin’ to harm those who work under me, or accusin’em of cheating. We play fair at my fine establishment here, fella’. Cause crap ’round here again, and I aint’ gunna’ play so friendly.” Finished with his speech, shutting the door behind him to return to scouting about his den, before finally returning to the back room where he emerged before.
Age: Appears in his mid-to-late thirties, keeps his real age to himself.
Gender: Male
Position Requested if Applicable: Gambling Den Proprietor
Description: Proclaimed sojutsu roukou--speech slurred with Osaka-ben. Grin planted upon pale lips of rather wickedly attractive Devil, kiseru often caught within grasp of his mouth; hazy, crimson eyes'n tuft of fur upon his chin finished it off. Clothing described as barbaric to some. Haori left open, otherwise exposing bare chest; arms heavily inked. Embroidered hakama, hanten-obi, and geta finished it off. Stylish daisho hung from his waist, whilst Jumonji-yari within hand, such of the mochi-style.
Personal Items: Besides his kiseru and the odd jug of sake, what's in his description is all he really carries, and a bit of money.
Weapons: Jumonji-yari is carried with him at most times, though it's left at home from time-to-time. Daisho is always attached to his hip though. A tanto is hidden within his clothing as well.
A Sample Post: Masayuki Yamaguchiya’s fingers peeled at the shoji leading to the back room, lazily dressed fella’ stepping out into the main area of the gambling den, cup of cold sake gripped within his fingers, kiseru plucked between his lips. The room packed with the many inhabitants of Kyoto. Wealthy nobles, men of the Doshin, ronin, labourers, right down to the sleaziest scum of the city. All seemed fine, drunken hollers of men scoring big, to others cursing under their breath after loosing their weekly earnings – all but one man who happened to be causing trouble at one of the Chô-Han tables. Intoxicated beyond belief, the male obviously of the Samurai status, screaming that he was cheated by the dealer, and thus sparked Masayuki’s interest. The man slurred his words, stumbling even whilst sitting down, and when he became more infuriated with his situation, he reached for his daisho – a swift knee to the side of the face, the confrontation ending in violence. Half-conscious man grabbed by the scruff of his neck, dragged to the door by the owner, only to be tossed out into the street, “I don’t appreciate the idea of ya’ tryin’ to harm those who work under me, or accusin’em of cheating. We play fair at my fine establishment here, fella’. Cause crap ’round here again, and I aint’ gunna’ play so friendly.” Finished with his speech, shutting the door behind him to return to scouting about his den, before finally returning to the back room where he emerged before.
