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Character Name in Subject of Comment
Player Name: Jessie
Journal: talia_of_eragon
E-mail: taliaoferagon@gmail.com
Age: 26
Character Name in Subject of Comment
Character Name: Himura Kenshin/Hitokiri Battousai
Series: Rurouni Kenshin (manga) Info on Himura Kenshin specifically
Point in canon: Pre-series, at the end of the Meiji Revolution, several months before the battle of Toba-Fushimi
Character Background and Personality: Rurouni Kenshin is a classic example of a typical shonen samurai series, set primarily during the Meiji Restoration (1878), and with parts during the revolution itself. At the canon point I'm requesting, Himura Kenshin (or Hitokiri Battousai) is a pivotal part of the Meiji revolution because of his skill with the sword (gaining the title as the strongest hitokiri--and some would say a deciding factor in the war itself--though he would deny that himself).
Kenshin's outward personality at this point is cold and aloof--if not downright irritable depending on the circumstances. He avoids letting people get too close to him, both emotionally and often times physically. Despite his seemingly bad attitude, he is surprisingly slow to anger and lets most trivial things go. The only things that really make him angry to the point that he will act is seeing abuse of power. If someone does this in front of him they will more than likely be in for a world of hurt because he finds it next to impossible to keep from acting in such situations. Kenshin is very convicted (and very stubborn) in what he feels is right, and once he makes the decision to do something he will see it through to the end, for better or worse. (i.e. joining the revolution in the first place, then taking up his no-kill vow after the war.)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. By the end of the series he married two different women and has shown no romantic interest in anyone but those two women.
Sample Post:
He came to slowly, head spinning at first as though he'd drunk far too much sake the previous night--except it had been months since he'd so much as touched any alcohol. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, jerking his head a little before slowly lifting a hand to his head. Had he been drugged? His eyes cracked open to see gray walls. His lips parted, brows drawing down. He'd never seen a room like this before in his life. He turned his head to take in the rest of the room. It was all alien to him. He caught a glimpse of his daishou, propped against a western door across the room. If he had been abducted what fool captor would leave his weapons right there with him...? Were it not for the grogginess he would have been on edge--but there didn't appear to be any other people nearby--at least he couldn't sense any ki at all...
"Welcome to Micro-Metropolis," at the sound of the voice he went up on pins and needles, all but leaping up from the surface he was lain on, eyes slightly wild and now darting about the room before he moved in a rush to get his sword back in his hands before putting his back to one of the walls in order to keep watch of the rest of the room. The voice continued, but he didn't fully descern what was being said simply from the shock of hearing it in the first place.
"Who's there!?" he dropped down into a battou-jutsu stance, holding his katana at his side. Tt was probably an interesting sight, standing there ready for attack in a paper hospital gown, un-bound red hair falling around his shoulders and wild sleely eyes glaring outward. He looked like a wild animal. Or perhaps a demon.
He held the position for some long minutes, senses searching for any glimmer of ki anywhere in the room, or even outside of it. But there was nothing. Finally, he rose to a normal stance before slowly padding around the room, eyes coming to stop on... well, he didn't rightly know what it was... other than it was giving off light... He moved forward slowly to invesitgate it more closely. Whatever it was... there was text on the lit portion. Looking down, there were keys and buttons on the lower half with what he assumed was a western alphabet on them. He blinked... realizing that for some reason he recognized the letters, and looking at the text on the screen... he could read it...
"What is this...?" he muttered.
He turned again, looking back to where he'd left his wakizashi where it had been propped. He noted there was a bag there as well, and he moved back to it, taking the bag up, noting that his clothing was inside--and more importantly, at least to him, there was an old journal tucked inside as well. He touched his fingertips to the journal briefly before tearing the contents of the bag out and quickly dressing himself, eyes locking on the door which he felt was probably the exit. He slid his daishou into his belt before tucking his wife's journal safely into his kimono. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what was going on. But he was going to find out.
Player Name: Jessie
Journal: talia_of_eragon
E-mail: taliaoferagon@gmail.com
Age: 26
Character Name in Subject of Comment
Character Name: Himura Kenshin/Hitokiri Battousai
Series: Rurouni Kenshin (manga) Info on Himura Kenshin specifically
Point in canon: Pre-series, at the end of the Meiji Revolution, several months before the battle of Toba-Fushimi
Character Background and Personality: Rurouni Kenshin is a classic example of a typical shonen samurai series, set primarily during the Meiji Restoration (1878), and with parts during the revolution itself. At the canon point I'm requesting, Himura Kenshin (or Hitokiri Battousai) is a pivotal part of the Meiji revolution because of his skill with the sword (gaining the title as the strongest hitokiri--and some would say a deciding factor in the war itself--though he would deny that himself).
Kenshin's outward personality at this point is cold and aloof--if not downright irritable depending on the circumstances. He avoids letting people get too close to him, both emotionally and often times physically. Despite his seemingly bad attitude, he is surprisingly slow to anger and lets most trivial things go. The only things that really make him angry to the point that he will act is seeing abuse of power. If someone does this in front of him they will more than likely be in for a world of hurt because he finds it next to impossible to keep from acting in such situations. Kenshin is very convicted (and very stubborn) in what he feels is right, and once he makes the decision to do something he will see it through to the end, for better or worse. (i.e. joining the revolution in the first place, then taking up his no-kill vow after the war.)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. By the end of the series he married two different women and has shown no romantic interest in anyone but those two women.
Sample Post:
He came to slowly, head spinning at first as though he'd drunk far too much sake the previous night--except it had been months since he'd so much as touched any alcohol. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, jerking his head a little before slowly lifting a hand to his head. Had he been drugged? His eyes cracked open to see gray walls. His lips parted, brows drawing down. He'd never seen a room like this before in his life. He turned his head to take in the rest of the room. It was all alien to him. He caught a glimpse of his daishou, propped against a western door across the room. If he had been abducted what fool captor would leave his weapons right there with him...? Were it not for the grogginess he would have been on edge--but there didn't appear to be any other people nearby--at least he couldn't sense any ki at all...
"Welcome to Micro-Metropolis," at the sound of the voice he went up on pins and needles, all but leaping up from the surface he was lain on, eyes slightly wild and now darting about the room before he moved in a rush to get his sword back in his hands before putting his back to one of the walls in order to keep watch of the rest of the room. The voice continued, but he didn't fully descern what was being said simply from the shock of hearing it in the first place.
"Who's there!?" he dropped down into a battou-jutsu stance, holding his katana at his side. Tt was probably an interesting sight, standing there ready for attack in a paper hospital gown, un-bound red hair falling around his shoulders and wild sleely eyes glaring outward. He looked like a wild animal. Or perhaps a demon.
He held the position for some long minutes, senses searching for any glimmer of ki anywhere in the room, or even outside of it. But there was nothing. Finally, he rose to a normal stance before slowly padding around the room, eyes coming to stop on... well, he didn't rightly know what it was... other than it was giving off light... He moved forward slowly to invesitgate it more closely. Whatever it was... there was text on the lit portion. Looking down, there were keys and buttons on the lower half with what he assumed was a western alphabet on them. He blinked... realizing that for some reason he recognized the letters, and looking at the text on the screen... he could read it...
"What is this...?" he muttered.
He turned again, looking back to where he'd left his wakizashi where it had been propped. He noted there was a bag there as well, and he moved back to it, taking the bag up, noting that his clothing was inside--and more importantly, at least to him, there was an old journal tucked inside as well. He touched his fingertips to the journal briefly before tearing the contents of the bag out and quickly dressing himself, eyes locking on the door which he felt was probably the exit. He slid his daishou into his belt before tucking his wife's journal safely into his kimono. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what was going on. But he was going to find out.