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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 8, 2014 17:24:23 GMT -7
Shinsuke is my kinda guy. xD
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 6, 2014 21:44:42 GMT -7
"I do what I do because justice must be served for my father, a man too weak to take it for himself. I will pay any price to achieve my goals."
Takeda Nobutoyo would stop walking with the Daimyo and freeze. He had heard all he needed to here and now there was work that had to be done, many things.
"I will acquire the name of an officer of high rank as soon as I can, however now I must return to Kofu as my absence may be noticed before too long. I don't suppose I'd have to explain where I was due to how often I travel, but all the same I'd rather avoid the question altogether."
Nobutoyo pulled the hat down lower and turned away to begin heading out of the village, back the way he came. It'd take him a while to return to the main Takeda camp and he really wasn't looking forward to making a trip he'd already done. Nobutoyo had seen all the sights, smelled all the smells, so there wasn't a whole lot of excitement to be had. He could barely be heard grumbling about it as he departed.
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 6, 2014 20:51:29 GMT -7
Takeda Nobutoyo knew that the Daimyo wouldn’t be able to resist his cryptic offerings and this was affirmed when Takehiro motioned for Nobutoyo to follow him. He personally had no inclination to do as the man wanted and could care less about his position or rank, but all the same he desired to not instigate a conflict with the very person he sought to win over. So he followed him, without protest, and listened to what he had to say. It was all fairly straightforward. Takehiro wanted to know what Nobutoyo was offering.
“What you get out of this deal is entirely up to you. I don’t care how you profit from it; I just desire to see Takeda Shingen suffer. If you want to go to such an extreme as seeing the man’s head on a pike, I have no qualms about it. My recent revelations had erased any nostalgia I once had for the man. So the better question is what do you want? You tell me what would assist you, as well as Amakusa as a whole, and I’ll begin working on it.”
Takeda Nobutoyo wasn’t powerful enough on his own to accomplish much besides causing strife within the ranks and most certainly he couldn’t take on Takeda Shingen, Yukimura, or even that damned ninja Sasuke, whom he’d ensured was well away from Totomi before he’d ever thought of crossing the border and meeting with Amakusa Takehiro. That man was crafty and extremely good at his job, so he had to take precautions to ensure that there wasn’t the possibility of him watching.
“Question, Amakusa Takehiro, how well are your borders secured? Takeda is known for its ninja corps, and that’s the last thing I need right now, an eavesdropping shinobi.”
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 6, 2014 19:35:28 GMT -7
It would appear as though Takehiro was infinitely more aware of his surroundings, and what transpired within them, than even Nobutoyo had theorized. The man’s response was anything but pleasant, but it was to be expected given the nature of the current relationship between Takeda and Amakusa. He couldn’t do anything to make it better, in fact, he might be making it worse very soon if all went to plan. The prospect of this and the “justice” it would bring to this world was something that brought a momentary smile to his face.
“If I could be perfectly honest with you Takehiro of Amakusa, I am seeking justice for a wrong perpetrated upon my father by his older brother, Takeda Shingen. While I don’t expect you to take up my cause, I’d be hard-pressed to think that you couldn’t see this is a beneficial situation for you and Amakusa.”
Nobutoyo stretched his arms wide and a faint yawn could barely be heard above the clamoring noise of the people working in the background. Takeda Nobutoyo glanced around for a moment as he waited for the Daimyo to respond to the words he’d just spoken. Seeing Lord Shingen weakened would be very helpful to Amakusa Takehiro and he highly doubted the man would be able to turn down what he was implying. Nobutoyo personally didn’t have a reservation about being used in this situation. He’d play the role of a pawn if it meant accomplishing his goals.
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 6, 2014 18:23:15 GMT -7
The lands of Totomi were some of most enjoyable Nobutoyo had ever come across in all his travels and he’d always took pleasure in passing through the region whenever the opportunity presented itself. In those days he was an aimless drifter searching for a purpose, but this time was different, he knew why he’d come to Totomi. In recent days Takeda Nobutoyo had done a bit of soul searching as to why he was so adamant about justice and it dawned upon him. The reason he was so dedicated was because he had unresolved issues with his childhood, but more specifically his father who had been wronged.
That man was supposed to be the heir to Takeda Shingen and Nobutoyo’s father’s father, but the sly man that Shingen was threw a proverbial wrench into the situation and he came out the heir. His father would be remembered as a man who didn’t hold a grudge for the slight, but that’s not the whole truth. In secret, behind the closed doors where only Nobutoyo’s eyes were allowed, he was very torn up about it. He felt betrayed by his older brother and he carried the shame of it to his grave. It was unforgivable in Nobutoyo’s eyes and although everyone else had forgotten, he hadn’t.
The memories of this troubled time came flooding back to the young Takeda warrior and he knew what had to be done. Justice had to be served and Takeda Shingen would need to pay for his past transgressions, but to do that would require assistance. Lord Shingen was a legendary strategist and accomplished commander of a caliber that few men could hope to achieve in numerous lifetimes and to take down such a man would require someone special. Nobutoyo knew of Amakusa’s leader Takehiro only through reputation & rumors, but knew the Daimyo to be an infamous warrior of great strength, strength that could compete with Takeda Shingen’s.
He discarded his usual clothing, the stuff he wore while representing someone of the Takeda, and instead wore a simple commoner’s attire that consisted of ill-fitting trousers and a long-sleeved top. He carried a simple katana on his waist, supported & held into place by a sash, but it wasn’t his trademark serrated katana. That weapon was too noticeable and he needed to fly under the radar, so to speak. Finishing off his attire were some simple sandals and a wide-brimmed hat atop his head to both keep the sun out of his eyes and to obscure his face from view.
He’d learned of where Takehiro was reported to be through various resources he’d acquired while traveling and headed for there at first light. It took him a number of days to reach the destination and when he arrived in the village he could see that construction & fortification was underway. His eyes scanned the people as he passed them, searching intently for the Daimyo that he’d come all the way to Totomi to see. He traveled through the village for several moments before at last his brown irises settled upon a figure next to a pond.
Nobutoyo knew this to be Takehiro and approached him from his blind-spot, but ensured to make plenty of noise with his movements so that there’d be no chance of his accidentally catching the man off guard if for some reason he happened to be lost in his own thoughts as he appeared to be. When he’d closed the distance between them to about 20 feet, he’d call out in a calm, pleasant, tone.
“Takehiro of Amakusa, you are a hard man to track down and I’ve come so very far to meet you. Allow me to introduce myself I am Takeda, Takeda Nobutoyo, nephew of Lord Takeda Shingen.”
He was straight to the point and didn’t even attempt to be coy with the Daimyo. He figured he wasn’t the type of person to have an abundance of patience for mysterious people, much less someone from the Takeda. There’d been some conflict between them as of late and everyone seemed to be rather on edge. Hell, he had to look like anyone other than a Takeda to even make it this far into Totomi and he was in a village that rested on the border. If things were this tense here, lord only knows what it’s like closer to where Takehiro has his base of operations.
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 6, 2014 15:06:51 GMT -7
OOC: Stealth, subterfuge, and harassing tactics.
"Thank you for coming so quickly to my call for aid. The leader of the group of ronin is located on the very top floor of my castle, and he has at least fifteen or more men under his command, if I had to estimate, most likely twenty."
☼ Takeda Nobutoyo didn’t even pretend to listen to the Daimyo speak as he tried to rally his band of hired soldiers to his cause. He didn’t really care what he had to say and had found himself wandering off from the grove, towards the village before the riveting speech had even begun. While he was traveling through the forested area he took care to adorn himself in some common samurai attire and not the usual crimson colored garments he traditionally wore. He stashed his personal weapon in the woods with his original clothes and instead went in without any weaponry. It was important that he not look like a Takeda soldier, but rather a grimy vagabond, a ronin. ☼
☼ Takeda believed in absolute justice, but he also believed in doing whatever it took to get the job done. The end justified the means in his eyes and he knew what he had to do. He wouldn’t spend his time scurrying around the dark corridors of the castle, nor would he fight the disgraced samurai head on. He was smarter than that and that’s when his clever little mind got to work. He wondered why the locals hadn’t banded together, formed a mob, and taken the fight to those cutthroats in the castle and it donned on him. They must have let the villagers go and hadn’t harmed them for whatever reason. ☼
☼ Having smeared dirt on his face, body, and old clothing, he looked like a rather unsavory character to say the least. Takeda Nobutoyo would head into the town and begin stirring up trouble. He wrecked merchant’s stands, roughed up some women, and even set fire to some older buildings. As the villagers began to grow more uneasy and violent towards what they assumed was a few lowlifes, Takeda Nobutoyo shouted out with exuberance. ☼
“ I am a ronin, one of many, who have taken up residency in the castle not far from here. We run this area from now on! “
☼ To spur them over the edge, Nobutoyo would abduct a young girl, only about 4 or 5 years old from his estimation, and took off with her draped over his left shoulder. He ran like hell at this moment and headed for the castle. He’d lose the pursuing villagers in the woods, release the girl, stash her somewhere safe, and get back to the castle to see what effects his actions would take. He was fairly confident though as he’d taken a few precautions such as talking to a few of the villagers, informing him of their plan, and getting them to go along with it in the hopes of accelerating the formation of an angry mob. ☼
☼ He didn’t have any money at the moment so he made pledges of favors to them for their assistance. He informed these people that all they needed to do was add fuel to the fire, get people riled up, and pretend to go with them to fight. He made sure to stress the importance that they didn’t actually have to fight and could simply slip away in the resounding chaos. The last thing Nobutoyo did was make a deal with the parents of the child he’d “abducted.” He promised more favors than the others and swore that no harm would come to the young girl. ☼
☼ This took place when the others were gearing up to assault the castle and although he knew his mob wouldn’t arrive when the fighting began, they’d show up later and offer a huge distraction. In the ensuing anarchy, Nobutoyo would take additional steps to harass the enemy, keep them off balance, and make it easier for the main forces to get in there and kill them. ☼
Current Stats
Str: 15 [ 20 ]
Dex: 10
Con: 12
Wis: 8
Spr: 10
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Serrated Katana: A standard katana with a serrated edge, making it more suited for ripping and tearing than cutting cleanly through flesh, though the blade is dull and the reach is limited, it serves its purpose as a blade. +2 Str
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 6, 2014 14:00:32 GMT -7
☼The rain didn't want to cease, didn't want to bestow a reprieve for Takeda Nobutoyo as he made his way through the village. He'd been away from Kofu for a couple of weeks sorting out some personal matters and now he was finally on his way home. He'd been traveling throughout the sordid night and had hoped to get some food & perhaps a drink in this quaint village before hitting the road once more, at least that was the current plan he'd had in mind. It resided in place until a deafening boom was heard and this piqued his interest for some unknown reason and he felt more away than he had in the past couple of days. ☼
☼ He broke into a light jog and headed towards where the sound had come from and when he reached it, he was surprised by what he saw. Sanada Yukimura, a famed Takeda general, and some other guy whom he did not know, were exchanging words that didn't really strike him as being friendly. He estimated the distance between them to be roughly 50 yards and proceeded to call out, to Yukimura. ☼
"Sanada Yukimura, what's going on here?"
☼ Though their ages were similar, Nobutoyo's tone was reminiscent of how an adult would talk to a child or something who was in the midst of doing something asinine. Nobutoyo couldn't tell if the two of them were friends, enemies, or acquaintances. ☼
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 6, 2014 9:44:58 GMT -7
Type of Quest: Protection/Escort
Quest Info: Takeda Nobutoyo has been tasked with escorting an unnamed ambassador from another faction to meet with unknown number of people within the Takeda. He assumes it has to do with Lord Takeda Shingen, but details were kept from him.
Location: Kofu
People Involved: Nobutoyo and ambassador
Plot-Important: Perhaps. The amambassador could be an assassin or he might be used as a pawn by an unknown party to attempt to cause strife between the Takeda and another faction.
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 5, 2014 21:03:34 GMT -7
☼ Takeda Nobutoyo stood across from a lithe Takeda soldier who eyed him with curiosity. It was to be expected on some level as Nobutoyo hadn’t been around in years and most people wouldn’t recognize him, even if they’d been around at the time. This man hadn’t. Nobutoyo clutched his sword in his right hand and had it pointed towards the ground. He walked up to the man in a casual pace and lifted his sword when he’d crossed the point that resided halfway between the two of them. In response his adversary’s sword was raised. ☼
☼ Takeda eyed the man up and gauged him to likely be a bit quicker than he was, but also that Nobutoyo was a bit stronger. He slashed quickly from top to bottom and brought the slightly serrated blade down upon his opponents head. It was intercepted as he’d expected and as soon as it was, Nobutoyo threw a punch with his left hand and caught the man square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Takeda Nobutoyo had been on the road for many years and in that time he’d abandoned all notions of fighting in a chivalrous manner. ☼
☼ He aimed to win and that gave him the right to do whatever it took. He must have had a friend on the outside of the ring because someone jumped up and proceeded to rush him from behind. Takeda Nobutoyo had to fight three people & defeat them before he could leave, so this actually worked in his favor. Nobutoyo spun on his assailant, but miscalculated his quickness, for the only thing he saw was a fist coming straight into his face. He leaned back to try and take some of the strength out of the punch, but it wouldn’t be much & it was still going to hurt. ☼
☼ Nobutoyo staggered for a second before realizing his nose was bleeding. He licked up the blood quickly, taking it into his mouth as he was spun around by the force of the hit. When he finally reoriented himself to his attacker he was faced with a man without a weapon. This meant the man was going to fight him with his bare hands or at least attempt to. Nobutoyo discarded his sword by tossing it to the write and that’s when the other man, who was much more physically imposing than the one he’d knocked out, charged him. ☼
☼ This wasn’t something he was going to win with brute force, so he needed a plan. When the powerful martial-artist came upon Nobutoyo with the fury of a typhoon, he was met with an unorthodox tactic. The blood Nobutoyo had collected in his mouth was spin into the face of the other man and temporarily reduced his vision, while also simultaneously pissing him off even more. This left him an opening that was swiftly exploited with a quick jab to the throat. ☼
☼ It was a weak point for most men and it caused a serious bout of coughing in Nobutoyo’s enemy, as well as fit of labored breathing. As the man dropped to his knees to continue coughing, and trying to cuss Nobutoyo out, the man sidestepped and kicked the other in the face, ending their brief skirmish. He was tired and didn’t feel like continuing any longer, so he declined another fight and headed over to the edge of the ring where a couple of other fighters were getting ready. He was being chewed out by the officer in charge for quitting, but such was a ruse.
☼ He didn’t feel like trying very hard to beat someone else, so he feigned quitting and simply sucker punched one of the fighters that passed him on his way to the center of the platform. The man went down like a sack of potatoes. After this he hauled ass out of there because everyone was upset at the shit he’d just pulled and from that day forward nobody wanted to spar Takeda Nobutoyo because of how cheap he fights, so really he killed two birds with one stone. ☼
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 5, 2014 21:01:41 GMT -7
☼ A thunderous cacophony was uttered forth by the tumultuous heavens and it was evident that a storm was brewing, oh yes, and the weather outside was growing fairly inclement. Takeda Nobutoyo’s upper lip was twitching slightly as he glared with bared teeth at the scene before his eyes, like some phantasmal nightmare pulled forth from the furthest, darkest, reaches of hell. The downpour had caused an absurd amount of mud to be formed where was once solid, agreeable, dirt. Nobutoyo had been awoken from his peaceful slumber by one of Lord Shingen’s retainers and instructed that he was going to be taking part in a physical fitness exercise this morning, not something to get worked up over. ☼
☼ That changed when he’d learned that he was being forced to do this in this rain and mud. I mean Takeda Nobutoyo hated getting dirty; hell he despised even breaking a sweat, so the prospect of going out there in that shit was utterly horrifying to him. Perhaps “horrifying” isn’t the right word to use, because it wasn’t as though he feared the mud. I think the more suitable word would be nothing short of animosity. He was angry about the weather, about the fact that he was going to have to be out in it, but most of all he was livid with his uncle Shingen. He knew damn well how Nobutoyo felt about getting dirty and he could just picture that giant bastard laughing his ass off as he gave his retainer the order to rouse his nephew from his bed. ☼
☼ All the pissing & moaning wasn’t going to change a thing, so he did the only thing he could do. Channel all his rage into action and completely destroy the competition that he’d been pitted against on this abysmal morning. Nobutoyo broke off into a sprint at the moment the officer opened his mouth, showering the others in a flurry of mud that sprang forth from the furious swiftness of his feet. It wasn’t much of a contest as Nobutoyo had completed his first 5 laps before the others had even finished their 3rd. He wasn’t usually this hasty, but he had the motivation and he silently hoped his frenzied energy would last long enough to give Shingen a piece of his mind. ☼
☼ The next segment of the day’s fun & adventure would consist of 150 pushups. Takeda Nobutoyo wasn’t aware if Shingen was familiar with Nobutoyo’s morning routine, but he regular did upwards of 80 to 90 one-handed pushups on both hands before he even set a single foot outside his quarters. So the fact that he’d have to complete 150 normal pushups wasn’t any cause for concern to the warrior. He knocked those things out like he was enjoying a cup of tea and stood up before everyone else, eyeing them with a begrudging eye. He saw someone who wasn’t doing them correctly and his upper-lip twitched slightly as he regained his anger in an instant. ☼
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
☼ Takeda Nobutoyo glared down at the young man who in turn looked up at him. The face of the man still doing pushups adequately reflected what he saw and this was evident by the sudden appearance of fear on his perspiring, dirty, face. Takeda Nobutoyo’s eyes were shadowy and the already cloudless day seemed to grow a bit darker. The tenseness in the air was so palpable you could cut it with a knife and it was only broken when the officer in charge had barked an order at Nobutoyo to resume his routine, which only consisted of sit-ups.
☼ Shingen had knowingly subjected him to this filth, the weather was garbage, and now he was in the midst of cheaters. This day wasn’t going well and he pitied the next person to do something against the rules. Such a person would be in harms way as his patience for the day had almost expired, dried up, much like he wished this god-forsaken day would. The sit-ups were performed just as easily as the pushups were and it’d only taken him a couple of hours to accomplish everything that’d been assigned to him, thereby leaving plenty of time to pay his dearest uncle a visit. ☼
☼ He was in the process of heading back to the main compound when the officer who’d been overseeing their actions demanded to know where he was going. Takeda Nobutoyo explained that he was going to get cleaned up and then have a couple words with Lord Shingen, but that was not going to happen. It would seem his suffering wasn’t quite over and now he was being sent off to do one more thing. In truth, Nobutoyo had to take a moment to collect his thoughts and bring his anger under control. He wasn’t going to get to change his absolutely filthy clothing and now he apparently was going to have to fight people, in such a shabby state. Nobutoyo marched off, against his will, to the next event. ☼
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 5, 2014 19:46:44 GMT -7
☼ The sun hadn’t even begun its unhurried ascent into the cloudless morning sky when already there was movement in the fertile lands beneath, within the large territory possessed by none other then the famed Takeda clan. It was here that a youthful man named Takeda Nobutoyo, son of Lord Takeda Shingen’s youngest brother, was preparing to begin his day. A recent directive had come down through the chain of command that the various soldiers of the Takeda were to brush up on their horseback combat maneuvers. It was a valued & functional skill that those of the Takeda were renowned for and somebody like Takeda Nobutoyo was expected to maintain a certain level of proficiency in it. ☼
☼ Nobutoyo had been away for numerous years, traveling the country, and as much as he disdained having to admit it, some of his skills were becoming rather dull, one of which was the very thing he’d be doing today. Being that Takeda Nobutoyo was going to be out and about for some time on this wonderful spring day, but not in any sort of conflict, he’d elect to not garb himself in his usual military attire and would instead adorn himself in a simplistic set of crimson colored cottons. The top was long-sleeved with a deep v-necked collar and the trousers were just that, ordinary trousers with a thin length of similarly colored cloth tied around the waist to keep them securely in place. ☼
☼ The only sound that could be heard in the immediate area was the noise generated by his leather boots as they came down against the earth each time he took a step. It was still fairly dark and Nobutoyo only caught glimpses of guards and retainers as they went about their duties, whatever those happened to be. Such people weren’t numerous as most people were still sound asleep, but not Takeda Nobutoyo. He wasn’t the kind of person to spend the day lounging about. A horse hand been made ready for Nobutoyo the previous night and all he had to do was place his feet into the stirrups, seat himself in the saddle, and take off. ☼
☼ The soldier started off at a relatively slow trot. It’d been a number of years since he’d done anything more than rudimentary horseback riding and he suspected his abilities had become somewhat lacking over the course of this time. It was best to take things slow and regain familiarity with the beast and how it maneuvered, because it’d be a real annoyance if he ended up injuring himself. Nobutoyo had been made aware of the course the previous night and was already well on his way towards the first of numerous jumps that’d been laid out upon the course he was being tasked to go through three times before he could call it a day. ☼
☼ Takeda Nobutoyo approached the first jump, a small one, and readied himself. It was rather fortuitous of him that this was the smallest variety of obstacle he’d encounter on the course because he barely managed to get the horse to clear it. The commands were sloppy at best and without a doubt he’d have to step his game up if he didn’t want to look like a fool. The first of the jumps knocked out and completed, he prepared for the next one, thankfully the same size as the previous. This one was easier and Nobutoyo managed to maintain his poise upon the animal & keep everything looking professional. ☼
“Shit.” He thought.
☼ A larger obstacle was quickly approaching and admittedly he was unsure if he could pull this one off in an acceptable manner. He wasn’t the type to stop or turn around when faced with a challenge and therefore spurred the animal into a faster gallop, deciding that speed would be his ally in the face of this inanimate adversary. Speed, as Nobutoyo had hoped, was the only thing that saved him. His jump was a bit sloppy and had the horse not been going so fast, he would of collided with the obstacle and likely been thrown from the horse where he’d be lucky if his neck broke his fall. ☼
☼ The first lap went in this fashion, but the second was much smoother and there was a noticeable improvement. Takeda Nobutoyo was starting to regain his muscle memory of the actions and they were much easier to pull off with both success and style, the latter being something he’d been recently lacking. The third lap was even better and by the end of it you’d be hard-pressed to say that the young man was a novice. Not an expert by any means, but someone who could be counted on to pull his weight & do his part in a mounted skirmish with enemy forces. ☼
☼ Nobutoyo returned the horse to the stable when he was finished and went off to his quarters to get bathed and changed into some clean clothes. He wasn’t finished with his training for the day, but he couldn’t allow himself to be in the clothes he was wearing for any longer than what was needed. They’d become sweaty & soiled when he was out riding and they needed to be changed. Cleaned up and clothed freshly once more in the same manner of clothing, Takeda Nobutoyo set off for his next task, a mandatory fitness exercise. ☼
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Post by Takeda Nobutoyo on Jun 4, 2014 17:40:17 GMT -7
Name: Takeda Nobutoyo
Faction: Takeda
Ethnicity: Japanese
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 176 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: Nobutoyo is very formal & proper, always seeking to maintain an immaculate appearance. His skin is unblemished and he tries his best to keep his hair neat and slicked back, but it’s unruly and almost always becomes disheveled, but every other aspect of himself well groomed & maintained.
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Personality: Nobutoyo is a firm believer in absolute justice. He sees right & wrong in black & white, believing there to be no grey area between the two. He is a pleasant enough person to be around & is perfectly able to exchange friendly banter with others, but he does have a dark nature when confronted with someone he believes has chosen to stray from the path of righteousness. To such people he is cold and completely without mercy. A peculiarity about Nobutoyo is that he disdains getting dirty or even working up a sweat, so often he'll try to get people to turn themselves into the proper authorities when he's witnessed a crime. He's also not a very patient man and isn't prone to asking too many times before he'll take matters into his own hands. By this time he's rather peeved and is less inclined to hold back.
History: Nobutoyo is the son of Takeda Shingen’s younger brother and has grown up with high expectations. This caused him to be a bit rebellious in his youth and the spent many years traveling around the countryside, seeing things & meeting new people. These years were between 19 and 24, but he’s now 25 and has settled down. He still travels, but he’s a much more serious person now. This profound change occurred when he had been away on his journey. Nobutoyo saw the hardships that others had to endure and witnessed first hand the cruelty of men & their potential for great evil. It was the viewing of these things that molded him into the man he is today & ingrained within him his desire for absolute justice. In his youth he was trained in the use of the sword and has kept up with his training over the years, adopting a fighting style that isn’t so much formal stances and forms, but a technique based upon instinct & personal experience.
Stats
Strength: 15 (20)
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 10 (+10 when mounted.)
Wisdom: 5
Spirit: 10
Inventory:
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| | Primary | Serrated Katana: A standard katana with a serrated edge, making it more suited for ripping and tearing than cutting cleanly through flesh, though the blade is dull and the reach is limited, it serves its purpose as a blade. +2 Str
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| | Kimono |
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| | Belt |
| | Greaves |
| | Boots |
| | Miscellaneous |
| | - |
| | - |
| | - |
| | - |
| | Stored |
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Bio Approval Phrase: Admin Edit.
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