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Character Sheets: Hentai: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com...2eb079288e.jpg Name: 勇翔 (Yuuto; the kanji can be read as "brave flyer") Age: 200 years (Dragons are near immortal, so he still appears to be in his mid-twenties) Gender: Male Human Form: Height: 6'1" Build: On the thin side, but extremely toned Fighting style: Graceful, dancer-like movements; quick and deadly Weapon of choice: Telepathic Enchantments; blue fire bursts from his palms (Note: Can also do a partial dragon shift; claws, eyes, teeth. Can be triggered by anger.) Dragon form: Type: Traditional Japanese Dragon http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/20...ne-d6tiv86.jpg Size: Around 10ft long and 3ft wide Color: Light and Dark Blues (covered in light blue flames when angered, also applys to human form) Fighting style: Swift and serpent-like; brutal and lethal Weapon of choice: Sharp talons; breathing blue flames Bio: Born in the secretive Order of Dragons, Yuuto was raised in the ways of magic and sorcery. Mastering the ability to take on a dragon form, he went out into the world to seek his fortune, making his home as the guardian of a forest. Personality: Raised to look down on humans, Yuuto can behave extremely proud and rude, doing things without thoughts of others. Despite that, he has a heart of gold and is stubbornly loyal, though he doesn't like to admit it, viewing emotions as a sign of weakness. ______________ First Post: Yuuto was relaxing near a calm stream, enjoying the smells and sounds of the forest, when a disturbance was felt in the air, making him restless. "Huh? I wonder what's going on? It's making the forest anxious, I should go see what it is. Its probably humans, but I can just scare them off." In a fluid motion, gained by years of experience, his body shifted into his dragon form. Taking off through the trees, he quickly made his way to the source of the disturbance. Yuuto hid amoung the treetops, taking a moment to assess the situation. There, in front of him, were a group of at least a dozen men, all armed to the teeth. "Ah, these are the bandits that have been trying to make their camp in my forest. I thought they had left... No matter. I'll just have to get rid of them more permanently, this time- but wait, what is that?" His attention was drawn to the center of the group, where a young human was clearly fighting for his life. "Things just got interesting. I wonder if he'll be so kind as to take care of the bandits for me?" He continued observing, amused by the young human's desperate attempt at survival. When he seemed to become overwhelmed, Yuuto decided to step in. "Well, now," his voice boomed as he stepped into the small clearing, "I think it's about time I ended this, don't you agree, humans?" The bandits had all had turned to look at him, terror and hatred clear on their faces as he made his way towards them. With a yell, they advanced apron him, fighting with brutal skill. Despite their best efforts, however, they were no match for the dragon, who made swift work of finishing them off, leaving only one left, burned, but alive. Yuuto roared, "Run, human. And tell your people that this forest is mine." The man stumbled into the trees, shrieking in agony from his wounds. When Yuuto sensed the man had gone, he shifted back to his human form. Turing to the young man, he was a bit taken aback to see that he had collapsed. Rushing forward, he checked the young man for injuries. Relived to find him relatively unharmed, Yuuto searched his clothes and belongings for any form of identification. His fingers enclosed apon a seal in the young man's breast pocket. He smirked to himself as he picked up the young man, carrying him gently to his abode. "Well, now! I wonder what business a Prince would have here?” Ash: http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbs...gthumbnail.jpg Name: Takamoto Masayuki Age:20 Height:5'7 1/2 Body features: skinny and frail-looking Fighting style: fast movements with agility, but isn't expirence in fighting Weapon: prefers small blades. Bio: Masayuki is the 5th son of Takamoto Masahide. He was a rebel prince, uninterested with his father's plans. Discriminated for being the son of one of his father's concubines, he was constantly bullied by his siblings and the other concubines as well as his father's wife, Takamoto Sakura. Being fed up with the mis-treatment, Masayuki caused trouble around the castle grounds. When brutally confronted by his siblings, the concubines, and Masahide's wife, Masayuki fled, vowing never to return... ____________________ The flames of hatred grew endlessly inside Masayuki with every confrontation--every word said was poison to his ears. Those poisonous words dripped from the mouths of those wretched snakes whom his father would bed, leaving a dis-satisfied wife to pleasure herself alone. That wife harbored a deep envy--a hatred so deep it could form into its own being--for masayuki's mother, an deceased concubine his father favoured the most. His father's wife also despised Masayuki, for being the son of the person his father truly loved. As did his siblings. Half siblings to say the least. They hated Masayuki with a burning passion and always found it their right to make his life miserable. They worked like clockwork. Every morning they would drag Masayuki out from the comforts of his bed into the wetness of the koi pond. In the afternoon it was to have the ninjas attack him when he was the most vulnerable. At night they'd throw food at him and call him filthy. Not even the concubines had mercy upon him! They would pull and tear away at his clothing and tug his hair. Having finnally had enough of the endless harassment, Masayuki took a stand. Whenever he was thrown in the koi pond, he'd drag his siblings with him, grabbing a random victim to nearly drown. When attacked by ninjas, he would out-smart them and harass them himself. When dinner was held he would stampede in, tipping over the tables and throwing all the food to the ground. He'd beat the concubines with his bear fists when they'd approach him. He was a force to be reckoned with. But it was that one day. Pathan one eventful day. That changed Masayuki forever. He wasn't expectant of this, nor was he prepared. His father's wife, his siblings and concubines behind her, came to deal with him herself. Wounded badly from being whipped at and slapped around, Masayuki was forced to submit and retreat. And he ran. He ran as far as he could. Away from them. Away from the pain and the sorrow. Masayuki had been wandering for days, haven't anything to eat. He had water though. Often there would be streams and creeks to nourish him on. He had left his valuables behind as well. So he hand nothing but a small kunai he had recovered from a forgetful shinobi. What came next for him he was prepared for. One by one bandits came towards him, armored heavily. With ease he dodged them, but he could not dodge for long. Now they've read his movements and had caught on with him. It became harder for him to fend for himself. And he thought he was hallucinating as has flames shrouded him. His vision was weak and he grew ever so dizzy. His mind went blank has his body fell to the ground.