#takashiro

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Name: Takashiro Miyamoto

Alias/Nickname: Taka, Taki, Mochi Boy

Species: Usagi (Rabbitfolk)

Height: 2'6"

Weight: 35lbs

Occupation: Mochi Farmer/Adventurer

Personality: Bright and Cheerful and wise of words, Taka is as insightful as he is skilled with his blade. He always knows how to calm minds and sees the best in everyone no matter how dark things may get. He isn't above speaking truth even when it is hurtful if he believes those words are needed. He has a strong sense of honor and justice and follows a monk like code of bushido he's developed himself. Despite his kind heart, and gentle words--- do not mistake it weakness! when his blade must be drawn! Taka has a will unlike any! and will push himself till victory is won!

Powers and Abilities

Usagi Physicality: Despite being small Usagi are quite nimble fast, and can jump to amazing heights! Making all Usagi quite acrobatic naturally so.

Moon Shadow Style: Spending years learning a unique stye of swordsmanship from his sister and spending countless hours watching the monk vagabonds train and practice as they passed through his town. Taka would go on to develop a unique form of swordsmanship he'd call Moon Shadow Style. Using both the mystic arts of his clan, and the speed and intuition of a monk making him both faster and more agile then others of his people and unleashing blades of vibrant elemental energy from his blade!

Moon Shadow Magick: Focusing his Qi into his blade, Taka is able to transmute his Qi into tangle force and unleash it in waves of energy from his blade. This allows him to hit enemies from far away, up close and produce a variety of powerful techniques.

Sixth Sense: Taka has an innate sense for danger and in combat can avoid incoming attacks almost as if he knows what is going to happen before it does. This danger sense is quite potent, and a skill he's honed over his many years of training but somewhat unrefined in real combat.

Backstory

Born in a small rural village deep in the spirit forest, Taka grew up surrounded by his loving family making mochi, and working in the rice patties. His childhood was rather boring and he often found himself dreaming of samurai, facing great yokai and glorious battle! but as a common boy such thoughts were flights of fancy! Yet he could not let go of those stories his grandfather told of his families once great history as yokai hunters and slayers!

With his heads in the clouds, and no sign of giving up! Taka found himself in trouble more often then one would dream! wandering into the forest! and causing no end of a ruckus through out the village! always eager for his big sister to return home! as she was a sellsword who traveled the land in search of work, profit, and new challenges!

Each season that she would return for the great moon festival she spent her nights with Taka. Teaching him the way of the sword, and of ancient bushido or the way of the sword. His parents were not thrilled yet the discipline that came from the lessons tempered his mind and body both! as the years passed Taka embraced the call of the sword! and began teaching himself whenever he could!

However the season came when his sister did not come home. He stood on the bank of the river gazing at the sun as it fell. Deep down he knew she would never come home again. As a warrior life was always going to end this way for her, and she had even told him that. So when word came of the fall of the empire, to the west--- It saddened Taka, yet deep down he never gave up hope of seeing her again. Deep down promised he'd never stop training!

By the time Taka was 16, he had perfected his own unique style of the sword, mixing his familys mystic arts with the way of the sword and the local monks wisdom. Taka trained more then ever, but now it was more about self improvement then any thoughts of being a hero...

But then, the season of ghosts came... and in the end what was left of his home was tragedy bad memories and loss. Picking up his blade Taka setout across the land. With the thought of finding his long lost sister or at least... learning of her fate and putting the last memory of his past to rest.

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Bright eyed and always carrying a smile Takashio has always dreamed of a life of adventure! To follow in his Sister's footsteps and travel the world and become a great Swordsman like his sister! As a child Taka was obsessed with Samurai stories, of great sword battles and fighting evil to honor his family! For once his family were great spirit hunters, and defenders of the spirit forest. Though those days are long gone--- taka can't help but get excited hearing his grandfather tell old stories passed down through the ages.

Yet his family had long ago put down there blades, and taken up the simple life of mochi making. Spending there days toiling the rice fields, and making mochi to sell at market. Taka knew the chances of him ever living his dreams were non-existent! His father gruff as ever always telling him to get his ears out of the clouds and focus on the farm! his mother humoring him but deeply worried he might end up like his sister--- despite all of that Taka still dreams!

He wasn't ready though... when the mists covered his home, and screams filled the night. He thought adventure would be like the stories! but it wasn't...

With lives on the line... Taka was faced with the cruel reality, people were dying and he was helpless to save them. Still He took up his bokken and remembered his sisters teachings--- he couldn't run away or turn his back now!

His heart beat like fire in his chest as his vision was blurred and unfocused. He could hear the Buso, stomping, thundering and raging near by. His shoulders slumping as his body burned with exhaustion, and yet he pushed himself forward. He gripped the wooden blade in his hands tightly dancing left and right to avoid the massive blade from cleaving him in half. His soft white fur stained red with blood, as the skies cried blood, and the moon behind him rose ominously crimson in the sky.

Taka's gaze drifted behind him to the body of Tsukihana his friend, they'd been through alot in the last 24 hours. Yet her head lie a full 7 feet away with a shocked look on her face. He grit his teeth biting back tears as he tried to refocus on the battle! Yet that massive blade came down slicing across his body as his distraction cost him! He stumbled, and nearly faltered! but held his ground! the bellowing of the Buso only enraged him--- but he felt as if this battle was lost, and he feared he could not stop this beast!

Yet his rage, his anger, his fury filled him with that second wind! Taka dug his toes into the ground, and gripped his bokken tightly turning the blade over as the tip touched the earth!

" Sister--- Please guide my hand ... "

He whispered softly as he took a deep breath and exhaled, reaching up he tore the top of his outfit away and threw it to the side! Before grabbing his sword and focusing all his anger and rage into the blade of his Bokken! The wooden runes along his blade began to lite up one after the other!

" Met... Chi... Soha!! "

He spoke firmly, the mantra for this sword technique! his blade erupting with Chi, as he lifted his sword above his head and let his Chi run along the blade! Extending into the sky above! like a great lantern of light! He poured himself into this attack and gripped the bokken in both hands before swinging downward! unleashing a wave of pure Chi that tore through the ground and rumbled across the earth! the Buso and his Jinkin allies let out a scream! before they were engulfed in Taka's fury! It left a long line of destroyed earth and stone along its path!

Taka fell to his knees after, and held onto his bokken to stop from falling over and his eyes focused on the destruction and dust that was left in its wake! Yet the Buso lumbered forward, its body seared, and scarred by the outpouring of Ki! it seemed poised to lunge at Taka! He braced for an attack he couldn't hope to defend against! But the Buso never made it as its body fell over! with a thump and a final choked gasp!

He'd won--- yet looking back at his allies, and friends who huddled close battered and broken by the battle. Knowing that Tsukihana was gone, that they had perished in the battle. He didn't feel like this was a victory. He didn't feel like he'd won anything tonight--- with the blood moon still hanging over head, and with this blood red rain still pouring down on his white fur staining it...

He chuckled lightly and tipped his hat up