Post by Kaito on Aug 2, 2005 16:52:11 GMT -5
Name- Kaito Sanjiyan
Age-18
Appearance- Kaito Stands at about 5'11 tall and is somewhat slim. Not much can be seen of him due to a cloak made from white silk which stretched to form the mask that covers the bottom half of his face to a few inches above the ground stopping just below the tops of his combat boots. When one looked upon his face one saw his dull gray eyes and his short, untamed brown hair that stood out on end.
Equipment- A single, hand made katana with a leather hilt and a thick, wood sheath. His cloak also has many inner pockets along it and on the inside so he can place small items in there such a money, healing supplies, keys, etc. etc.
Bio- As a child, Kaito witnessed the slaughtering of countless people by the Mass. Somehow he managed to escape with a few other refugees yet scared by what he had seen he ran into the woods where he stayed living off anything he could find and occasionally trading or begging at the nearest settlement yet he would go back into his solitary for he had no wish to be near people after what he had seen. He would learn things from people as much he could while near a population such as little tips and skills for lone survival. Until one day he came across a man that was living in the woods as well there was something strange about this man as he always wore a long silk cloak that covered his entire body. The man claimed to be a warrior who had long tired of seeing the bloodiness of battle. Kiato saw that he had something to gain from this man by staying near him. The man taught Kaito all he knows now, how to defend himself and even how to live off the land more efficiently than before. But soon the MASS attacked the section of woods where they were at. Kaito begged the man to fun with him yet the man stood and threw his cloak off and handed it to him along with his katana. He told Kaito to escape as he drew his wakazashi. As Kaito was fleeing through the trees he gave one last glance and never saw the man again. From then on Kaito donned the cloak and ventured from place to place. He never really had a home and he never needed one, but he never forgot that one brave man who saved him.
Age-18
Appearance- Kaito Stands at about 5'11 tall and is somewhat slim. Not much can be seen of him due to a cloak made from white silk which stretched to form the mask that covers the bottom half of his face to a few inches above the ground stopping just below the tops of his combat boots. When one looked upon his face one saw his dull gray eyes and his short, untamed brown hair that stood out on end.
Equipment- A single, hand made katana with a leather hilt and a thick, wood sheath. His cloak also has many inner pockets along it and on the inside so he can place small items in there such a money, healing supplies, keys, etc. etc.
Bio- As a child, Kaito witnessed the slaughtering of countless people by the Mass. Somehow he managed to escape with a few other refugees yet scared by what he had seen he ran into the woods where he stayed living off anything he could find and occasionally trading or begging at the nearest settlement yet he would go back into his solitary for he had no wish to be near people after what he had seen. He would learn things from people as much he could while near a population such as little tips and skills for lone survival. Until one day he came across a man that was living in the woods as well there was something strange about this man as he always wore a long silk cloak that covered his entire body. The man claimed to be a warrior who had long tired of seeing the bloodiness of battle. Kiato saw that he had something to gain from this man by staying near him. The man taught Kaito all he knows now, how to defend himself and even how to live off the land more efficiently than before. But soon the MASS attacked the section of woods where they were at. Kaito begged the man to fun with him yet the man stood and threw his cloak off and handed it to him along with his katana. He told Kaito to escape as he drew his wakazashi. As Kaito was fleeing through the trees he gave one last glance and never saw the man again. From then on Kaito donned the cloak and ventured from place to place. He never really had a home and he never needed one, but he never forgot that one brave man who saved him.
