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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 11, 2014 0:30:08 GMT -7
Shoji didn't like this test. Not in the least. In fact, the oddly and often charming psychopath detested it. Stealth wasn't too much of a problem. Sho was rather swift, particularly for his size, and he found it easy to hide in the shadows, often stalking his prey for periods of time.
What annoyed Shoji was the fact that he was supposed to take out his patron's guards (who knew not of the test) in the right wing, hiding their bodies and not getting caught in the process... and by take out it merely meant knocking them out cold. He was not to use his blade and carve up their measly bodies, spilling liquid rubies upon the stone floor, painting it a glorious crimson. Where was the fun in that? For this particular man, it was simply wrong on every level.
He grumbled lowly to himself as he hid in the shadows in the corner at the end of the hall. The mercenary had slipped through a window, after having climbed up the wall and knocking out three guards on the grounds beforehand by strangling them into commission, hiding them behind some shrubbery decorating the wall. Sho wanted to help release his irritation in a disgustingly non-violent manner, and the nearest guard would have to do. Having taken a stone from the ground earlier, the mercenary tossed it once, catching it and then taking aim, the man chucked it at the guard about fifteen feet away. The rock collided into his head, and the man toppled onto the floor.
This drew the attention of his partner, who ran to the man. He was shocked, kneeling down and seeing if the other was alright, trying to figure out what had happened. Using the shadows to his advantage, Shoji swiftly, like a panther in the night, crept forward, and, upon reaching them, pounced on the man. Before his yelp of surprise could sound in the air, the mercenary slammed his head against the floor and then wrapped his arm around the man's throat. Disoriented and choking, Sho went on his back and used his strength to keep the guard against his body. Losing oxygen fast, his kicks and scratches proved futile, and Shoji grinned, quite obviously enjoying the struggling.
"Mmm. Cozy. Feels kinda nice. Ahh... I like it when you move like that," whispered the psychopath in the ear of the man. Within less than a minute, the man's struggling stopped and the guard was out, and Shoji released his hold. "Always finishing before me. Tsk tsk~"
Rolling the body off of him, Shoji stood up and proceeded to drag the two unconscious bodies in a storage room, and he used used one of their shirts to wipe off the little bit of blood from the guy's nose on the floor, tossing it back in there with him.
Five down. Five more to go, it seemed. Half-way done. Lovely.
Shoji slipped silently through the hall, eventually inching along as he neared a man guarding a door. Wearing all black and pressing his tall form against the wall made Shoji blend in, and he pulled out a cloth with ether. He got as close as he possibly could before stopping a distance away so that the other man would not hear his breathing. Sho waited and waited, minutes passing, waiting for a moment to pounce that would not give the guard the opportunity to cry out.
Stretching his arms, the guard began to yawn, and that's when the mercenary struck. Attacking from the side, Shoji slammed the man against the opposite wall, body crushing his, and he roughly pressed the cloth against his face, covering both his mouth and nose. The guard struggled, but Sho took the blows to his sides, smiling widely. Within ten seconds, the other man's lids fluttered and he slumped. Shoji caught the man and sat him in a chair. At a moment's glance, it would appear as though he were simply resting.
Opening the door, Shoji moved on and knocked out another by the armory in a similar manner, locking him inside. Using that rock from earlier, the mercenary threw it to distract a patrolling guard, taking him out with a powerful left hook to the side of the head as he tried to investigate. The body went in the armory as well, and Shoji neared the entrance to the wing where the patron's bedroom was. Two guards stood there, and the psychopath pursed his lips. How was he supposed to get these final ones?
Footsteps coming from behind, the mercenary swiftly slipped into the shadows again and saw a small female servant walking with a basket. A smirk slowly crept upon his features as an idea formulated in his head, and Shoji stayed in place. As she passed him by, Sho left his place and clamped his hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. Hand covering her mouth, a cut off cry filled the air and Shoji embedded his knife deep within the woman's throat, slitting it with immense strength, nearly to the point where it severed her head.
The patron never said anything about maids, right? Shoji smirked and released the woman, her corpse collapsing on the floor, twitching and spasming as she bled out.
Hearing the guards being alarmed, talking to one another before running their way, Shoji retreated back, slipping behind a corner. Hiding at the nearby turn, Shoji waited, hearing them panic as they saw the body and make exchanges. One began to run off to tell others about what had happened, taking the turn, and Shoji took advantage. His hand gripped the guard's kimono, pulling him near, and the handle of Sho's katana collided into the guard's stomach. As the man hunched over, the merc slammed his hands on his neck, instantly knocking the guy out. Catching him with Sho's leg before he could collapse onto the floor, the samurai gently plopped him down and moved from around the corner.
The other guard was knelt on the ground by the body, desperately trying to search for a nonexistent pulse, and Shoji fell on top of him, putting the guard in a choke-hold and pinning him down face first on the ground in the ever-growing pool of blood. The struggles made the psychopath rather excited, and he licked his lips hungrily as his tall form pressed firmly against the length of the other man's body. It wasn't long before the struggles ceased, and Shoji dragged the bodies one-by-one into a nearby room, hiding them in the back.
Coming back to where he finished them off, he stared down at the cold woman. Should he hide this one as well? He thought it through with pursed lips, and eventually made his decision. Shoji would leave the girl's body out in the open, very much like a feline does for its master. The patron's order about hiding the bodies of the guards was rather explicit. There was room to wriggle in exceptions like this.
"Yeah, fuck you too, Hayashi-sama," he said tauntingly, emphasizing the suffix in a disrespectful manner.
Shoji began to head for the exit so that he could leave, have a couple drinks, and go to his bed at the opposite wing. Whistling a jovial tune, the merc toyed with his bloodied knife in his hands, unable to help himself from grinning darkly from time to time.
All he could think was, while internally laughing, 'Don't hire a killer to do a pussy-ass thief's job.'
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 10, 2014 1:03:16 GMT -7
She was a dream. A demonic wet dream that caused shivers to course up and down Shoji's spine, his pink-haired goddess. The mercenary's world was turned upside-down and inside-out by Kurai, and the man simply couldn't get enough of her. She was his everything now, and, since meeting her, the woman was just about all that swam through his dark mind.
Practically in a love-induced daze, the tall figure entered an inn in a relatively good sized village. A broad smile was smeared across his lips, lighting up his handsome features, and Shoji made his way around the crowd. Sitting down at the bar, the man rested his chin on his hands, elbows on the table, and the bartender came up, asking him what he wanted to drink. After asking for warm sake, Shoji waited, thinking about that first night that had been filled with violence, blood, and sex, and his grin only increased in size.
When the other came back, giving Sho his drink, the mercenary leaned forward, taking a sip, and asked, tone warm and rich, and filled with cheer, "Why thank you, Sakamoto-san. I must ask you a question. Have you ever been... in love~?"
Shoji closed his eyes and chuckled, and if he had a tail it certainly would have been wagging.
[[I'm realizing how the timing of this works with Valentine's Day, and looool! xD]]
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 8, 2014 19:27:17 GMT -7
Her thumb ran slowly along his lips, and they parted, tongue slipping out and tasting the tips. Oh, how she tasted like no other! Shoji's whole body shuddered, and he purred at her words. Not only would his kindred spirit belong to her for an eternity, but she would belong to him as well... forever and ever. It was clearly destiny, and nothing would stop them from being together besides death itself. And even would not stop them. He was sure of it.
Sho didn't have time to speak, and he didn't give a damn. His passion was answer enough that he felt the same about her, once again that dance starting again. With ease, he helped pull up her tiny form, hand gripping her ass and pressing her lower body more roughly against his groin as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. There was no doubt the pink-haired doll would be able to feel his excitement fully, and he grinned behind that kiss, even as her grip tightened and she tugged at his hair and scratched at his flesh. In fact, it felt phenomenal and his smile was all the wider.
He wanted to rip off her clothes, and to tear away his loose kimono and hakama, to remove everything between them and the blood. Ripping away from the heated kiss, Sho sat up tall, untying the belt to his kimono and allowing the clothing to fall from his muscled, exposed, blood soaked chest. He chuckled and gave a half-smirk, leaning down and, in doing so, pushing his goddess even further against the corpse, the squish sounding in the air.
Long, strong fingers ripped at her black wrap, not caring in the least that he ruined it in the process. There was a tearing sound and, lifting her up, he quickly removed the top and threw it to the side. Allowing her to fall back on the body, his smirk grew into a full-on grin, and he hovered over her small form. Gripping one of her hands, the tall mercenary rested her hand over the top of his hakama, fingers creeping their way in.
Lids drooped and Shoji purred, licking his lips in the process and later slowly emphasizing his words, "Do you want to see your full power over me, my goddess? Every... single... part of me... worships you."
He then chuckled lowly, sensuously.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 8, 2014 18:14:51 GMT -7
Oh, how he hoped she gave him multiple names. He would gladly torment men, women, children, anyone and anything to please her.
"Mmm," he shortly responded with a little nod. It was true. Everyone wanted to be so good, and it was fucking disgusting. He wanted to relish in blood and death, to cause people to writhe in agony and unspeakably torment them before their miserable lives were finally snuffed out. Licking his lips, he whispered, purred, "But we are enough, now that we have found one another."
The man chuckled at that prospect of the bitch liking him. Oh, he was sure this cur liked him, wanted him, this... that is, she wanted it all to disappear and end. But she wouldn't get off so easy. They would make her suffer right up until the end, which came soon enough for her after he started brutalizing her.
Shoji was covered in blood, with this little goddess pressed against him, and it was beyond pleasurable. This was the greatest experience of his life, and he had never felt anything so incredible. Shoji never wanted it to stop.
The knife slipped from their hands. She brushed her face against the corpse's and her words as she dragged her nails roughly against the jaw of his flesh elicited a groan. The female spun around and brought him forward, and he fell atop of this pink-haired beauty and the corpse, the two sandwiching his goddess. Grabbing at his hair, she pulled him into a passionate kiss, and quickly Sho's tongue danced a fiery tango with hers. It was as though no matter what he couldn't get enough of her, and the man wanted to consume the woman. He could taste both her and the coppery flavour of the dead girl's blood, and his hand gripped at her pink locks, moaning behind her kiss.
She pulled him in even closer, and his broad chest and hips pressed firmly against her tiny form, and hot sparks ignited from the intimacy mixed with blood. When the woman tore away from him, Shoji panted heavily, lids drooped with lust and a dark smirk tugging at his lips as crimson red met with cerulean blue. Sho had always felt pretty satisfied and happy, and yet he realized now that with this demoness he had been missing something so crucial from his life. Her.
Sho, he needed this woman, had been empty without her, and only she could fill that newfound emptiness. He had to have her and would do anything for her, to make her his.
Her hand moved from his chest and ran along his jaw, his cheeks, further staining blood on his flesh and smearing the already present splatters. While always one to want to be in control, he felt he must worship this woman. His god finally surfaced, never believing one before, and he had to serve her, to be with her, to love her. She leaned forward, grazing her teeth along his bottom lip as she spoke again, continuing to speak all that was now true to him.
And he would obey. He could not do otherwise.
As she dragged her sharp nails along the side of his neck, Sho sighed, tilting his head as her nose pressed against his own. Her scent and that of blood overwhelmed him, and acted as the most powerful aphrodisiac. Wanting her so terribly that the entirety of his body ached to the point where he thought he would quite literally die if he didn't have her, Shoji moaned, "You are my one and only god, my goddess, my everything. You... You have nullified everyone and thing else in my life. You are all that's left, and all I want. You fulfill me, have given me... purpose."
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 8, 2014 1:32:34 GMT -7
[[Ahh, that post was so gorgeous. Had some phenomenal poetic moments. <33333]] "I shall not disappoint, my goddess. Whatever man you wish. I will do unspeakable things to him, anything you ask of me to show you my devotion," Shoji said with a smile that was simultaneously soft and cruel.
The psychopath caught the message conveyed in her eyes, and nodded in understanding. He wanted her, but, unlike others he desired, he would not simply take this woman. She was beyond any other being on the planet. The most prized of treasures! Shoji had to fight for her, to prove himself. He had to win her, and he would be damned if he couldn't. The psychopath was prepared to go beyond the most fucked up things he had done in the past tenfold just to show her that he was the one.
Of course his suggestion hadn't been too much. It would have been severely disappointing if it had been. This delightful creature of darkness relished in the idea, and took his hand, pulling him forward, and he followed entirely willing, allowing the small woman to lead him. His front pressed against her back, and a satisfied sigh left his lips. Just this contact felt incredibly and his arm eagerly wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer.
Leaning down, the tall man whispered with a smirk and a chuckle ringing like soft bells, "I have heard it said before that great minds think alike."
The hand with the knife moved into his own, and his large hand clasped hers. Sho felt himself growing aroused by that request, lust overwhelming him. Could it really be true? Could there be a woman this true to his heart, that was just as evil as he?! It was! And she was his queen, his goddess. He absolutely worshiped this dreadfully delightful demon.
Shoji dropped to his knees so he was on same level as woman. As he moved closer to the hanging woman tied to the tree, his body pressed more closely to the pink-haired lady's, hips grinding against her lower body. He led her hand forward, pressing the knife against the woman's bloodied thigh. Knowing what was going to happen to her, she whimpered and weakly cried out, but none of that would help her. With him coming into the picture and these two being together, what was going to happen to the girl was far worse than it probably would have been.
The tip of the blade slid up the inside of the woman's thigh, lifting up her robe. Cutting the obi, the robe hung open and exposed the woman's bloodied, tattered body, and Shoji smiled. His cheek rested against the top of his goddess's head, lips pressing against her pink locks, and as he tenderly touched his new beloved, the smooth part of the blade moved along the most sensitive part of the woman. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she wailed, and he just grinned darkly.
"Oh, I think she likes it, my lady," he cooed tauntingly, his chuckle low and sultry. His free hand slid down his idol's thigh, slipping along the innermost part, and he whispered sensuously against her ear, "I want you to enjoy it too."
[[Since there is no possible way for me to write this without it going rated X and proboards banishing me, I just... yeah. YOU KNOW WHAT HE FUCKING WANTS TO DO!!!! AND DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dx]]
Shoji started laughing like a maniac as the thrusts with the knife intensified and quickened. He leaned forward, face lit up demonically, and he exclaimed excitedly, and with the utmost sadism, "CUM, YOU FILTHY, FUCKING BITCH! YOU STUPID CUR! HAHAHAHAHA!" She was dead by this point, having bled out already, and, while he himself grinded and worked his goddess, the mercenary ripped the blade out of the fresh corpse so that she was now entirely mutilated, inside and out. Shoji kept laughing, the darkness and pleasure consuming him, and he wrapped his blood drenched arm holding her own around her front.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 7, 2014 23:42:39 GMT -7
His crimson hues followed her knife and how it slid along her inner thigh, and it made him hunger for the woman all the more, crave her unadulterated darkness. Shoji swore this demoness would drive him mad, and he would enjoy every second of it.
Of course she questioned him and his worthiness, and he grinned. The goddess was proving to him more and more of her worth, that she was sheer perfection. She was no fool. If one were to serve her, he must be worthy, and Shoji would do anything to prove his worth to her, that he was the only one right for her, to serve her, to wreak havoc with her.
"Because, simply put, my goddess, no one else could serve you better than I, can appreciate your dark ways and protect you as I can," the man admitted with a smirk, eyes lit up, fiery, passionate, yet dark flames flickering within. "At least, I highly doubt it. I would castrate and maim beyond repair any man who would believe otherwise." His eyes clearly conveyed, 'I want you to be mine. For me to belong to you.'
As she teased him, the man parted his lips and allowed her bloody finger to slip within his mouth. His tongue swirled around her finger, sucking at it and nibbling gently. Oh, how delicious the blood was, and yet it could not compare to this woman's scrumptious flavour. It was like nothing he had had before, and Shoji would never be able to have enough, he already knew. This woman would become his everything, was quickly already becoming so.
The mercenary chuckled deeply, the vibrations felt against her flesh. "Not as sweet as you, my goddess."
Normally the samurai wouldn't put himself in such a position, with a knife on his throat and knelt on the ground, and yet there was no fear or anger, or even that need for control. No, no. Sho felt utterly intoxicated by this woman. He saw what she did with that knife, and he growled deep within his belly as that same blade slid along his own flesh. It was so intimate, and so incredibly euphoric.
She pulled away and there was disappointment, but it soon evaporated away at the realization that she desired to finish the cur off. The mercenary picked himself up, his tall form towering again, and his brows arched as he looked over at the dying woman. His crimson hues fell on that knife of hers again and Sho licked his lips.
"Hmm... I liked where you were going with that knife on yourself," he purred, grinned maliciously, like the Cheshire Cat. There was that all too familiar sadism glinting within Sho's crimson eyes. "She should feel it within her womanly depths before she slips away, again and again until she is gone, ripping her apart just as much from the inside."
Shoji snickered darkly, tilting head. He grin was wide, revealing pearly teeth, and he inquired teasingly, "Or is that too much, my goddess?"
He highly doubted it. They seemed to have the same set of mind, the same immoral, cruel thoughts and desires. Oh, the havoc the two would be able to wreak if together, side-by-side. Shoji shuddered in delight at the thought and felt consumed by wanton, devilish desire, for both her and chaos, pain and death.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 7, 2014 22:43:56 GMT -7
Another scream hit the air, and a satisfied sigh left his lips. While he was not the one inflicting the pain, Sho still derived pleasure from seeing this succubus, this goddess of a woman torturing the measly cur, killing her slowly, painfully, delivering the final blows that would end it all for her.
There was almost an innocent way the pink-haired girl tilted her head and looked over at him, but the demon knew it was nothing more than show. Just like his warm, kind smiles and the flicker of honesty within his crimson hues. It was all a charade and there was nothing genuine about Shoji, besides his most evil nature, and he knew that to be true about the woman standing before him, drenched in the other's blood.
A single corner of his lip curved upwards at her lascivious comment, and his eyes greedily took in the sight of her curvaceous form, the blood smearing over her exposed flesh. Oh, how he shuddered in delight and hungered for her like no other. Not even his little sister, Sayuri (lol awkward name coincidence oops.)
"I would like little else more, my goddess," besides her herself. Oh, how Sho wanted her, to make her his, and yet she wasn't like the other bitches he conquered. After seeing just a glimpse of what she was capable, Shoji actually respected this person, and that was a far stretch beyond everyone else, with perhaps one or two exceptions.
His crimson hues consumed her form, and he could tell she thoroughly relished in that fact. It was rare to find a woman so open about her sexuality and so sensuous, and that made him crave her all the more.
He was far from being a gentleman (although he could act accordingly if need be), but Sho strode over to the pink-haired doll and knelt down. A devilish smile tugged at his lips and a large hand rested upon his chest, over his heart. He bowed his head, not lowly as many others did. Yet he was being far from disrespectful. No, he wanted to look her directly in the eyes and continue to take in the sight of her.
The merc introduced himself, his voice deep and a low, sultry purr, "Wakeshima Shoji, at your service, if you so wish, my goddess. I am a... ronin, I suppose you could say. A mercenary, and I have seen many a battle... and much death and despair, such as what you displayed to me so beautifully earlier. I have never seen anything so delightful from another being besides myself, my lady. You truly are a one of a kind. The rarest and most precious of gems."
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 7, 2014 21:54:41 GMT -7
Shoji was out of a job. Unable to resist his carnal desires, he had slept with his patron's wife, and, boy, was she talented. He suspected her husband couldn't satisfy her enough, and slept around as a result, not that Sho was complaining. It had been quite the invigorating night. But he had been lucky to escape with his life after the patron found out, the samurai fleeing the grounds. Sho wondered if it was the wife who in fact spread the rumours and told, and that she was just as sadistic as her husband, enjoying to see him kill off her short-lived suitors.
He couldn't be sure, and it didn't matter now. What Shoji needed now was a job.
A sigh escaped his lips, and, as the exceptionally tall Japanese man walked through the forest, he played with his knife. Sho found himself bored, and began cleaning out his fingernails whilst walking. But, at hearing a scream erupt within the air, the samurai paused, coming to a stop.
"What the...?"
A single brow furrowed while the other arched. It had sounded like the cry of a woman, and a cruel smile tugged at his lips. Were a group of bandits violating some poor village girl, or perhaps a woman got lost and was being ravaged by animals? Either way, he screams, which went off and on, caused his body to shudder in delight. Unable to resist, Sho simply had to see the sight for himself and, sheathing the knife, he quickly headed in that direction.
It wasn't difficult to find the source of the screams, and eventually the scene was laid out before his crimson eyes, and it was far from what the psychopath expected.
The first thing he saw was pink, and he squinted. It was such a bright colour, and one he was not used to seeing. Adjusting his eyes, they widened upon realizing it was, in fact, hair. Hair? Pink hair? How could that possibly be? He had never seen such a thing, and his feet carried him closer.
It belonged to a petite woman, who stood before enough who was hanging by wire and covered in blood. It was an unusual sight, and not one Shoji had seen before. A woman torturing another? Physically so? And with pink hair? The merc found himself entirely fascinated and he stood by a tree, silently watching in awe as this pink-haired demon played with her prey.
And did it cause his libido to kick into gear! As she purred to the other woman, sliced and diced at her flesh, and tortured the helpless bitch, Shoji continued to shudder in delight. Never before had he ever felt so attracted to a single person. This woman was a succubus, a demon of the night, and Sho felt himself entirely drawn to her. He wanted to run his fingers through her pink locks, to feel her body, to torture the woman with her, and bathe in the broad's blood with this other being, who he saw as supreme in every which way. She was a goddess!
With a large grin plastered across his handsome features, Shoji stepped forward into view. His crimson hues were drooped and filled with lust and awe, with utter fascination and devotion to this woman. He didn't even know her, and yet he felt such intense feelings towards someone else of his own kind. Another demon, a psychopath.
"Why, I've never seen blood suit another so well, so perfectly. You, my lady, are nothing short of a goddess," he cooed with a deep chuckle, eyes glinting in delight, tongue licking his lips hungrily.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 7, 2014 20:07:54 GMT -7
Shoji never did like archery. He much preferred the art of swordplay, to have a blade within his hands. To kill with blades was so intimate and sensual, passionate even. One was so very close to their victim, and their blood covered one's body, slipping down flesh in droplets. The splatter of blood hitting his skin and the crimson liquid pooling in his palms, seeping out of his fingers, was an almost orgasmic sensation.
Nevertheless, the samurai didn't disrespect ranged weapons. He saw their value, and didn't disagree when his new wealthy patron demanded he train in archery. And so for the last three days, a bow was in Shoji's hands. For hours upon hours a day, the tall man practiced. Even Shoji had to admit that he was pretty terrible in the beginning, but, overtime, the merc's aim improved and it came to the point where he generally hit most of his targets. Perfectly? Of course not. But he at least hit them, and that was good enough for the samurai.
Now was the day of the test. If Shoji didn't pass then the patron would fire him, and this was one of his best thus far. And so the samurai was determined to show his worth.
There were dummies placed out and Shoji was expected to hit them in the head from one-hundred yards away. Miss enough times and the watching patron would be displeased, and the samurai's ass would be kicked back out on the streets. Even though he was an excellent swordsman. That was rather frustrating, but what was Shoji to do but hold it in?
With a sigh, the man took the bow and his crimson eyes glanced over at the patron, who was staring at Sho and the other mercs sternly. Closing his eyes, the samurai inhaled deeply and went up first. Might as well get it over with first, right?
Shoji spent about four or five minutes taking aim and firing. He made sure to be slow about it, not wanting to screw up. As he made his targets, Sho's speed increased, and his confidence rose. He was doing pretty well! There were only a few arrows that didn't quite hit the mark, and no complete misses. That had to mean something, right?
After finishing, Sho was grinning satisfactorily. He passed this round fortunately, and watched the other mercenaries. All but one made it as well, and the man threw down his down and stormed off, clearly frustrated with the ordeal. They were all swordsmen being forced to take up a bow. Sho understood his annoyance, but there wasn't really any sympathy there. After all, the samurai made it, and so did the others. The other was a failure and that was that. He could find a job elsewhere.
The three men were separated and the tall Japanese man found himself before his patron, who sought him out specifically. The next ordeal was, well.... it intrigued the man, brows quirking up as the details were laid out. A man by the name of Yusuke had been caught defiling his wife, and instead of making the affair public and ruining his and the wife's name, the patron wished for one of his men to take him out in secret. The patron had decided on Shoji after getting to know him and seeing his skills. Hearing all of this, the samurai supposed he wouldn't be messing around with this man's women. Despite that, he found this guy to be quite deliciously cruel, and there were plenty of other fish in the sea, so Sho wasn't too worried about being unable to go after his wife and daughter.
In order for this to fit with the test, Yusuke was going to be released in the field they were in and Sho was required to shoot at his legs. From there, he would take his katana and behead the man, and, at hearing that, a large grin spread across Sho's face. Why, he was starting to like this fellow more and more!
Yusuke had been dragged out, and the man was filthy and bruises covered his body. Obviously, he had been imprisoned for some time, and the guards certainly weren't gentle. Or perhaps it had been the patron himself. Either way, it didn't matter. His injuries made the man an easier target and tormenting and killing him would be entirely enjoyable.
The prisoner was released and told to run for his freedom, and he did just that, making his way for the trees. Sho was told to give him a minute start, and he did just that, standing in place, waiting in silence. When the time was up, Shoji was given three arrows and the bow. He took aim and a smile crept upon his face.
His first shot was a long-shot and Sho internally scolded himself. He wasn't used to moving targets, and fired again. It narrowly missed the man's foot, and the samurai bit down on his bottom lip. He had one more shot and that was it, and the confident man grew a little nervous. Taking aim once more, Sho inhaled slowly and, on the exhale, released the string. The arrow whizzed through the air and struck Yusuke in the heel. A cry rang out in the air and Sho began to chuckle as Yusuke collapsed onto the ground. Now that Sho passed his trial, it was time for the fun part.
As the merc and patron neared, Yusuke was trying to crawl away, and, with a smirk, Shoji stomped on the arrow and the man screamed in agony. He knelt down and twisted the arrow, and from the corner of his eyes he could tell that this pleased the patron. Good.
He pulled out the arrow and tossed it to the side, standing up and kneeling down, gripping the man's brown hair. Shoji yanked his head up and twisted him around so that he was on his back. The merc's foot stomped on the man's throat, and he watched at Yusuke struggled, trying to pry Sho's foot off. But it was a pointless endeavor, and Shoji didn't stop until the man nearly passed out.
The samurai stepped back and removed his katana, staring down at the fool, the dog on the ground. He was even weaker now, gasping for breath, and Sho found himself still smirking. In fact, the smile only widened. Sho waited until after Yusuke started getting his colour again, regaining himself a bit, before stepping forward.
Blade hovering over the man's neck, the merc leaned down and cooed, emphasizing the dog's name and not using a suffix, to taunt him even more, "Have fun in the afterlife, Yu-su-ke~"
And, standing up straight, his arms lifted up and he then brought the blade down. With a single swing, Yusuke's head was severed from his body, and crimson sprayed up in the air. Sho wiped off the blood from his blade, if only because he was in the presence of his patron, and, the other giving an approving nod, the two walked away. Shoji had a feeling tonight would be good, and filled with much merrymaking with fine wine and, if lucky, women.
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 7, 2014 17:44:56 GMT -7
This is not what Shoji had in mind when he offered to help the commanding general. He had been expecting to battle, to take lives, to help satisfy his bloodlust, to possibly pillage and rape... but this... this! Helping people rebuild their village? If Shoji wasn't living like royalty with the general, and fucking his middle daughter, there was no way the samurai would be doing this bullshit.
Because of Shoji's tall, muscular form, he was asked to carry wood and to essentially do all of the heavy lifting. The sun beat down on the psychopath, and his top was removed. Sweat beaded down his face, the back of his neck, and the length of his body, and he wiped his brow while carrying a large piece of wood.
How many hours had the man been working? His work started a 7AM, and he began with helping the town blacksmith. There was a low supply of horseshoes, and Sho helped make the pieces. And with his experience with working with horses, the samurai helped reshoe the beasts. It was vigorous work, but fortunately his strong form and domineering personality made it easier to control some of the more aggressive stallions. The geldings were simple enough, and after shoeing about fourteen or fifteen horses, it was noon and Shoji took a break. After lunch, the samurai went with three other men to cut down some trees for wood. This was work Sho didn't seem to mind as much, if only because there was a blade within his hands. A couple of hours passed and eventually they cut down several trees, cut them up, and were carrying them into town. The men bored Shoji with their idle conversation, and overtime it got on his nerves.
His charismatic attitude had drained hours ago, and the man avoided talking to people. He was in a foul mood from having to help these stupid villagers, who he would much rather kill. Imagining their screams and pleas for mercy was the only thing that kept him doing the work, dropping his load in front of the new inn that was being built.
A man waved over Shoji to help him with the building process, and the samurai released an exasperated sigh. Just a few more hours and he would be back with the general. Just as a fuck you to him, he mused that he could be rougher with his daughter later that night. Perhaps mark her. Oh, the embarrassment they would feel, and there was no way she would tell her father just who it was she was sleeping with. It would ruin her even further. He envisioned their reaction if she ended up pregnant, and laughed aloud. That would be just rich!
Such morbid thoughts brought the man cheer and he smiled while helping lift up walls, pulling down on the ropes with the other strong men in the village, and bring up the structure of the building. It took some time and hammering, and there were a few close calls, but eventually the outer-structure was finished. Running low on water, Shoji went into the forest and filled several buckets on poles, dowsing himself to cool down. He continued working, helping the other villagers with more menial tasks, such as helping carry in supplies for the women and elderly into their homes and wrangling in animals for the nighttime to keep them safe from the predators, until sunset, before having a quick drink and mounting his horse to ride off.
Maybe one of these days he could help destroy the very village he had just helped build up, and Shoji smirked. Now wouldn't that be nice?
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 6, 2014 0:12:20 GMT -7
Sho internally sighed exasperatedly. Of course this had to be a mock battle. To test his abilities on the battlefield and impress the wealthy patron, he had to lead this men and pretend to fight. There was no real bloodshed and death. The worst that would happen is maybe an accidental scrape, or shot from an arrow. The likelihood that something fatal would occur was low, and that greatly disappointed the psychopath.
But, even so, Sho wanted to spend the evening dining with the patron, and perhaps secretly bedding his well-endowed wife. Oh, the man had noticed how she oggled him earlier, and Sho couldn't disappoint, now could he?
Crimson eyes overlooked this sorry group in the abandoned cabin. Most of his men were "down", only ten remaining, and most looked prepared to throw in the bag. They were all hiding, avoiding the windows and unable to leave the building from the front. At the slightest movement, arrows were fired, and so they were effectively trapped. Or so they all thought.
Shoji was standing at the back of the cabin, eyes closed, thinking through the battlefield. They could effectively go through the forest and circle around, flanking the enemy, but the issue was leaving the hut. As he leaned back against the wall with his full weight, there was a loud creak and the man's eyes opened. He glanced over to the side and furrowed his brows. Putting more force behind his weight, he found that the wood was weak. The hut was old and falling apart. With enough manpower, they could an opening large enough to escape.
The man called out and relayed the information to the group, and then drew out the plan on the dirt floor with his foot. Four archers remaining behind and firing back to prove as a distraction, while three others with bows and two swordsmen went with Shoji in the woods to attack the enemy. But some of the men still didn't seem convinced, tired and wanting this to be over. It would take some bribing, of sorts, to have them get through this.
"If we win this, men, we'll be dining with Camui-sama. We'll have all of the sake and women we want," he exclaimed cheerily, smiling widely. For the first time in an hour, there was a light of hope in the men, a sense of excitement, and Sho knew he hooked them. Now it was time to reel them in. "We'll party tonight! Alright? Alright! Who's with me?"
The entire group cheered, raising their arms up, and Sho internally smirked. Yeah, he was good. Too good. Except there was no such thing as too good. They all worked at ripping out the wooden planks and, after a good half an hour (since others were distracting the archers outside), there was a hole through the building large enough for them to slip through. Swiveling around, and began barking out orders, pointing at the men already at the windows.
"You four! Keep distracting the other side with fire. The rest of you will come with me. The woods are thick and they won't expect us from behind." After they all slipped out of the building, the samurai released a wide grin and said excitedly in a hushed voice, "Let's go!" They quietly made their way deep into the woods, making a wide circle and slowly heading towards the back of the other side. Some time later, they drew near and Sho made a sign for them to stop. One of the men with a bow was a true archer and Sho had him climb up a tree and scope out the layout. Knowing it, Shoji came up with a plan of attack. The warriors would slip in silently while three archers would be at the edge of the trees, up on branches. They would lay in a barrage of attacks, and the rest would attack the distracted men, who would be taking fire from both the front and behind. There was no way they would lose!
And they didn't. Everything went smoothly and Sho's side won. At this point, all of his men were with him and they were talking excitedly, some even cheering, and Shoji grinned widely, winking and wrapping his arms around two beside him.
"Time to have some fun, boys~"
Of course, they would all just get drunk drinking with the servants and if any of them got lucky it would only be with the so-so whores. Now Sho? The patron wanted him specifically to converse and discuss plans, making his new top man comfortable, and so did his wife, but in an entirely different manner. Tonight would be long and oh so delightful, and he smirked wickedly.
Oh, was he going to have fun~
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Post by Wakeshima Shoji on Feb 4, 2014 20:01:07 GMT -7
Name: Wakeshima Shoji (Sho) Faction: Mercenary Ethnicity: Japanese Age: 24 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 6'3" Weight: 195 lbs Eye Color: Crimson Hair Color: Black Appearance:Sho is incredibly tall for a Japanese man, and has quite the intimidating stature. He has a pretty muscular build, but is not so huge as to just look like a large brute. The man is closer to medium-build, if not a little on the larger size, and he has a large package. Lololololooool!Ahem. Anyway... The mercenary is nearly always adorned in black, typically black hakama and loose kimonos exposing his chest (although he was given Western clothes, and is sometimes seen in black pants, tight shirts, and wearing a leather jacket) and with his ebony hair it is often hard to see him in the dark or at night, which is his favorite time of day. He typically wears Western leather gloves and has on numerous rings, making his punch all that more potent. He is quite handsome and has attractive features, and Sho not only knows this but takes full advantage of it. It is rare to see him without a smile, and his lids are often drooped, nonchalant, if not filled with warmth and lust, depending on who he is around. What is most noticeable about the man, besides his height, are his eyes, which are a peculiar crimson in colour. His family was never sure as to why his eyes were this way, but they seem to glow at times and are the colour of blood. What is also unusual about him is that, unlike other samurais, his hair is cut short, finding that long hair can easily get in the way and be used against him in fights. Personality:Sadistic: Ever since Sho can remember, he has loved inflicting pain upon others. Whether the subject of his "affections" are animals, people, men, women, children... it doesn't matter. When he kills, this man is especially cruel, and will have his way with his victims. If he is able, the deaths will be slow and painful. But, if he has a large quantity of people to kill, he will happily go on a massacre as though it were a parade, with a cheerful and sick smile tugging at the corners of his lips. If he has a job to slaughter a village leader, Sho may very well pillage, rape, and kill the villagers. Sho simply thoroughly enjoys killing, and when he can get paid for it then all the better. His sadism can also leak into the bedroom, and he is known to get rough and even pretty twisted at times. Whether you like it or not doesn't particularly matter to him, as he thoroughly enjoys having power over others. Charismatic: Despite his sadistic streak, he is generally pretty good at hiding that side, and comes across as friendly, trustworthy, carefree, and kind much of the time, and is very good at conversation. Sho is incredibly charming; his smile is infectious and Sho is prone to laughter and cracking jokes. He often draws others to him and seems like a pretty good guy on the outside. Think of men like Ted Bundy. Greedy: If he wants something (or if someone he cares for/loves wants something), he will take it by force. Sho is drawn towards expensive items and has no problem taking what he feels is his (and he can feel like he is entitled to things he truly isn't.) Rings, gold, fine wines and clothes, and various riches attract him, and he wears and consumes them when he can, and Sho envies the wealthy. Because of this, there are times he will seduce and work for the rich, just to be in such a nice setting. When he kills, Sho will loot everything of worth and can be prone to hording, locking his things up at various places he has set up. He can also feel greed for others, and enjoys searching for things to possibly please those he may hold a fondness for. Lustful: He is definitely a ladies man, led by lust and wanton desire; Sho is pretty much like a Casanova, doing whatever he may need to in order to attract whoever has captured his attention. If that means being a charming gentleman, a crude badboy, or whatever, he will be a chameleon and turn into whatever he needs to in order to satisfy his ever-present lust. Except no is never an acceptable answer. If it is beneficial for him in some way, Sho may go for men (such as to live richly and comfortable, tying in with his greed), but women are who he is truly most attracted to. Immoral: Sho is pretty much a high-functioning psychopath, a natural-born predator. He understands morals, but holds no desire to follow them. The man has no sense of morality and, in fact, scoffs at them. Purity is meant to be tainted in his eyes. He truly is a damnable human being. Protective/Possessive: While doesn't give a damn about most, if he does so happen to care about someone, he will be incredibly protective of them, to the point of possessiveness. The person or persons belong to him and he will be damned if they are taken away from him through death or by other means. Towards what Sho believes belongs to him, he will protect with his very life. Clever: While he is pretty much led by his penis, he's not an idiot; Sho is often clever and smooth in his pursuits. Being the kind of psychopath that he is, Sho is very adept at fitting in with others, and that makes him rather intelligent. He is well-read, and observes what he feels is important. Sho generally has a pretty decent knack at figuring people and things out, and it is not unlike him to lay out an elaborate plan and to manipulate others to get whatever it is he wants. History:
(Will be susceptible to change, depending if a certain someone joins and makes a character, and then I'll tie him with her, most likely.) Sho was born as the second son to a well-to-do samurai, the third child of six surviving siblings. With mother busy raising all of the children and his father constantly fighting, Shoji was often left to his own devices, and they didn't notice the mischief he involved himself in from a young age. By the age of five, he was removing the wings and legs of insects and small animals, and by seven he was torturing and killing animals like dogs and cats. His siblings, specifically his four sisters and younger brother, were particularly fearful of their brother, especially as he grew older and much bigger. Behind closed doors, Sho was prone to physical and emotional bullying and would threaten his siblings if they told their parents. But, of course, whenever he was around the adults in his family, he acted like the perfect son of a samurai. He learned to fit in and be “good” because once he was caught hitting his younger sister, Yuki, and his parents had punished him. From then on, they never caught Sho, the boy making sure of it. At seven, his father put Sho in classes for martial arts and swordplay, and this only made the boy more dangerous, and caused his siblings to be more fearful, as he would often practice his newly learned techniques on them. He was the best in his classes and was praised by his senseis and parents, which only further fed his ego. When hormones kicked in, Sho only grew worse. By thirteen, he was having sex, having a relationship with a woman much older, his dojo master's wife, in fact. With his size, most believed he was older, although this woman knew better and didn't particularly care. She taught him the ways of the bedroom, for which he is quite grateful (she is one of those few he is fond of.) As he grew older, he had flings with other women, while growing in the ranks of his dojo and classes. Because of his busy “schedule”, Sho had less time to abuse his siblings, and spent much of his time away. At fifteen, Sho was enlisted to fight and fought alongside his father and older brother, and Sho loved the bloodshed when fighting, craved it even. In battle, his father was killed, and his older brother was a high-ranking soldier and had a family. So Shoji came back at age 17 to act as the head of the family. After being away for two years, his remaining siblings in the household had changed, and his focus was directed on his twelve-year-old sibling, Sayuri. She had developed early, and was quite beautiful, and his attention moved solely on her, as he had little time to spend outside of the home like he had before. When he wasn't fighting or guarding to make money, training, and the other family members were gone or busy, he would drag Sayuri to secluded areas outside of the home and both physically and sexually abused his sister. He made sure none of her injuries were visible and threatened her life so she wouldn't tell, and she never did. This went on for four years and Sayuri eventually stopped fighting, and acted compliant, and, while still abusive, he was also sometimes “tender” and would tell his little sister he loved her. At twenty-one, Sho's younger brother, Jiro, came of age and, with the help from the eldest of the child, they took over financing the rest of the family. This left Sho free to go off on his own, which his mother suggested would be good for him. And so he listened, becoming a mercenary and every so often sending money to his family, although admittedly not as much as he could, hording the majority of it for himself. He has been fighting, killing, and indulging himself for the last three years, sending gifts every so often to his old dojo master's wife and his sister, Sayuri creepy fucker. Making a name for himself, he has come to work for some wealthier people, and he has done some rather lewd and even unsavory things to be in some of the wealthier families graces (such as satisfying some with fetishes and certain tastes, either himself or by bringing them what they want, or even killed those that may have threatened their positions.) StatsStrength: 15 Dexterity: 13 Constitution: 6 (+5) Wisdom: 11 Spirit: 5 Inventory:Slot | Item(s) | Weapons | | Primary | Steel Katana: This Katana is very well-made, and seems extremely sharp. Along the base of the blade are ridges, allowing carving to be much easier. Unbreakable. +4 Str. | Secondary | Hidden Dagger: Limited in range, this blade is typically used for assassinations. +3 Str when stabbing | Back | Short Katana: The blade is dulling, and the reach is limited. Still, it serves its purpose as a blade. +2 Str | Legs | | Head | | Helmet/Bandana | Wanderer's Hat: This straw hat makes you look mysterious. +1 Str | Mask | Glasses of Alter Ego: Hey, if it worked for Clark Kent, it works for you. +1 all stats. Power: When wearing these glasses, people really believe you're someone different! ... Maybe. | Earrings | | Torso | | Chestplate | | Shoulders | | Necklace | Tiger-tooth Necklace: This necklace shows the wearer's strength. +3 Str. Good Luck Charm: Meant to protect you in battle. Add on Item: Can be worn in any slot along with another item. +8 Wis, +8 Str, +8 Dex, +8 Spr, +8 Con | Kimono | Wanderer's Robe: This robe seems slightly long, but at least it looks good. +1 Con | Arms | | Arms | | Gauntlets | Wanderer's Gloves: These help your grip! +1 Str Birthday Charm: This charm was given to you on your birthday, and is said to give you some good-er luck! +3 Str. Any slot Add-On Item.
| Rings | | Legs | | Hakama | Wanderer's Hakama: A comfortable pair of hakama trousers, but they seem a little long. +1 Con Sexy Panties: This pair of underwear fills you with great courage on the battlefield! Add-On Item: can be used in any item slot along with another item.+1 Spr | Belt | | Greaves | | Boots | Wanderer's Sandals: Straw sandals that actually fit your feet, surprisingly. +1 Dex | Miscellaneous | | - | | - | | - | | - | | Stored | |
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