}}Level{1} Health{10} Strength{3} Defence{2} Magic{1} Resistince{0} Speed{4} Gold{0} 
Post by Sekitan An'ei on Sept 28, 2006 14:39:08 GMT -5
Name: Sekitan An'ei
Age: 19
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 172.3 lbs.
Appearence:
Class: Swordmaster
Weapons: Sword (I do not believe swordmasters possess another weapon catagory)
Status:
Health: 10
Strength: 3
Defence: 2
Magic: 0
Resistance: 1
Speed: 4
History:
His life began with the blade, always with the blade, and would end by the blade. From the moment he could stand and grip the hilt of a sword, he was trained to fight, conditioned so that he would prevail in the heat of battle. Xuenchu, his father, did not care much for Sekitan as a son, but as a soldier. A nightmarish childhood was all that Sekitan gained from birth, his soul being stripped bare, filled with a darkness that thirsted for battle on either side of the field, whether he was fighting for someone's army or just fighting alone against both.
At the age of sixteen, as Sekitan began to hone his skills to that close to the grace of a dance, he was forced to deal with an ultimatum. Either he was to kill his father in combat, thus ensuring that he was ready for the world, or he would die by his father's blade. The choice was simple for him, he decided to kill his father, so that he may live to battle more. Success was attained, his father left lying in a pool of his own blood, his head severed from his corpse. That is when Sekitan set out into the world, his blade by his side, becoming a wanderer who would fight for any as long as the fight promised to be a good one.
Age: 19
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 172.3 lbs.
Appearence:
Class: Swordmaster
Weapons: Sword (I do not believe swordmasters possess another weapon catagory)
Status:
Health: 10
Strength: 3
Defence: 2
Magic: 0
Resistance: 1
Speed: 4
History:
His life began with the blade, always with the blade, and would end by the blade. From the moment he could stand and grip the hilt of a sword, he was trained to fight, conditioned so that he would prevail in the heat of battle. Xuenchu, his father, did not care much for Sekitan as a son, but as a soldier. A nightmarish childhood was all that Sekitan gained from birth, his soul being stripped bare, filled with a darkness that thirsted for battle on either side of the field, whether he was fighting for someone's army or just fighting alone against both.
At the age of sixteen, as Sekitan began to hone his skills to that close to the grace of a dance, he was forced to deal with an ultimatum. Either he was to kill his father in combat, thus ensuring that he was ready for the world, or he would die by his father's blade. The choice was simple for him, he decided to kill his father, so that he may live to battle more. Success was attained, his father left lying in a pool of his own blood, his head severed from his corpse. That is when Sekitan set out into the world, his blade by his side, becoming a wanderer who would fight for any as long as the fight promised to be a good one.
}}Level{2} Health{9} Strength{9} Defence{2} Magic{0} Resistince{2} Speed{11} Gold{0} 
