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Str: 24(71+34)
Dex: 24(87)
Con: 24(86)
Wis: 24(40)
Spr: 23(37)

Takehiro was letting loose his urine on a bush as he was between jobs, regaining a contract he'd lost because of Bishamonten in the first place. Not even five minutes after defeating Bishamonten's men the second time, he was pulled back in, mid-pee. Cursing, the warrior let his long pride hang out, taking his glaive in his hand.

"You wanna take me mid-pee, you can fight me mid-pee, you bastard!"

Pulling a ball of dark energy from his pride hand, he would launch it in the crowd to knock them back and deal dark poison damage on them, before charging forward and striking with his fiery-glaive indiscriminately.

With only sixteen opponents left, Takehiro simply smirked. As the group rushed him, he would pull a similar maneuver as the one he did before, blasting out a wave of darkness to knock the men back! As they would fly away, he would wrap tendrils around their legs and slam them into the ground repeatedly, and if that wouldn't kill them, he would quickly begin to cleave their heads off!

It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, and Takehiro was going about his usual business, skipping around the country in giant leaps that no one had ever seen as possible throughout their lifetime. In a single bound, he covered more distance than a carriage could, traveling along side him, and jumped higher than a burly man could throw a sack of sand. Needless to say, Takehiro felt wonderful, happy, free. There was not a single thing that could deter him this day, as life was basically perfect.

Singing happily, the dark mercenary looked all around him to view the wonderful, beautiful landscape of Japan, expecting to see only that. However, as he observed his surroundings, he would see a man, stark naked, leaping higher and farther than he ever could, even in his wildest dreams! He came crashing to the ground heavily, dirt flying up into the air in a cloud of dust! As he fell, so too did his self-esteem, his self-worth as a warrior. He felt like he was the highest, furthest jumper in all the land, and then he saw this naked man jumping even more freely, his manhood and hair flowing in the breeze so perfectly as if to taunt Takehiro, and assert that he would never be worth anything as a Samurai. Even worse, as he fell to the ground, a note would fall from between the naked man's legs, falling atop Takehiro's forehead. It read, simply, "Time is running out."

In that moment...

... his pride...

... was stolen.

"Oh, how fare thee, traveler?" The man asked, landing gracefully at Takehiro's side, shortly after he had fallen from grace. He smiled down on him, and that kind smile on the naked man only served to taunt him, angering him. Without speaking a single word, the mercenary stood to his feet, pushing the naked man aside. Intent on proving his worth, he dashed forward, leaping as high and far as he could into the air. Catching on quickly, the naked man simply laughed, taking off after Takehiro and leaping even higher and further. Every bound he made just continually cemented the fact that Takehiro was nothing compared to him.

"How dare you mock me?!" he cried, the naked man turning around with a puzzled expression. By the look on his face, it seemed evident he meant no harm. "Why, whatever do you mean, my good man?"[/font] He seemed thoroughly offended. Takehiro, however, was not having any of that! With an almighty roar (Yukimura anyone?) he would slam the flat of his glaive into the man's kneecap and shatter it, and he would fall to the floor in pain.

"OH GOD! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DO YOU EVEN REALIZE HOW MUCH THIS HURTS?! DO YOU?!" The mercenary simply knelt down and stared him in the eye. "You stole my pride. Because of this, I will still your ability to ever jump again, and my pride will return to me."

And that is the cheery story of how Takehiro got his pride back.

[OoC: Word Count: 486 and then some. Ideekay. Exp please.]

Takehiro would bring his glaive in, shooting out a wave of dark energy from all around him to knock the group back before their weapons could reach him! From there, he would impale one in the chest and swing the body at the group, before thrusting his fiery glaive at them like mad to put the group on the defensive!

Takehiro stood to his feet, letting out an almighty roar as the food hit him in the face. He questioned how that even happened, but at this point it was irrelevant. His doppelganger was even upset, standing to its feet and tackling Haji's into the dirt and punching it in its light face!

"What the hell," he said quietly, wiping the grease off his face with his DAMAGE NEGATING GLOVES, before he sat back down and handed the woman a fish on a stick. "It's already done, uh... Jina." He took a hint from Hiroshi's little outburst that that happened to be the woman's name. Then his gaze went back to Haji and Hiroshi, and he sighed. "Didn't mean to offend, but I already knew about you two."

Now that that was done, the red-eyed man turned to the woman! "The name's Amakusa Takehiro, Miss."

As he slew every man on the ship, Takehiro looked around to observe his new back-up. It seemed the Totomi had finally amassed their militia, and the seafarers of the Chosokabe had been in the right place at the right time to provide their support. Smirking, the mercenary slammed his fist into the deck, shattering it, and would begin to shatter the ground beneath him until a hole was made in the bottom of the ship, to sink it. In a single bound, he leaped up to the topmast, and from there, would kick off of it and propel himself to the nearest ship. His arm would thrust toward another ship in the fleet, the knuckle-whip on his gauntlet extending and slamming into the side of it with an explosive impact, allowing water to get in and make it sink. Landing atop the ship he did, he drew his glaive and began to cut each of the Kitabatake soldiers down.

Ryunosuke would find, on the next ship he went to, a warrior made completely of dark energy. This warrior would be fighting off the Kitabatake soldiers, slamming into them with blasts of darkness that would send them flying off the ship, and the blasts that hit the ship would leave it rotting and destroyed. The dark warrior turned to look at Ryunosuke and smirked, giving him a thumbs-up, before sending out a massive wave of dark energy to destroy the ship they were on, making it sink, before he would run and take the little man and leap over the sea to the next ship.

Add-Ons are going to be reserved for drops from quests or dungeons, or whatever other sort of awarded you receive from GMs.

Considering set bonuses, yes, they are something you could obtain through building your own custom item sets. If you make an actual set, and its obvious (Like every item in that set shares a name), a member of staff will grant you your item set bonus based on what that set gives.

EDIT: Yeah, I know they kind of cause inflation of stats, Maki. Tak's got three item sets equipped, so from those alone, he's got +30 stats.

Type of Quest:
Assault and extermination
Quest Info:
The Hojo has launched a full-scale assault on the Yoritomo clan, looking to exterminate them before they can rise to power. He has sent his best to go and put an end to them, and make sure that none of them live to see the next day.
Location:
The Yoritomo village outside Hojo territory.
People Involved:
PCs: Takehiro, Hideyasu. NPCs: Takehiro's assault unit, Hideyasu's ninja squadron, the Yoritomo warriors.
Plot-Important: This is a big chunk of Takehiro's and Hideyasu's past, and helps shape who they are now.

"Man, these flavor sticks really add to the... flavor!" The mercenary remarked, grinning. He poured a powder from a strange stick onto a piece of the fish the two cooked over the open flame, and took a bite out of it. It wasn't amazing by any means, but it was certainly something. Grinning, he handed the food to Nega-Takehiro, the dark doppelganger himself taking a large bite as well. He, too, grinned, nodding in agreement. "They really do!" The doppelganger regarded, before finishing off the meal. Takehiro looked at his dark self for a moment, frowning.

"Dick."

He muttered some other stuff under his breath, taking another fish and beginning to cook it. While he was doing so, he took a moment to look around, and in doing so, noticed a smaller figure approaching. "Hey!" he called, waving. "Wanna try some flavor sticks?!"

As the people were ushered into their spots, Takehiro noticed there was no pair for him, and he turned to look at this Shibata Katsuie character. He cocked a brow as the man seemed to get into some sort of fighting stance, and popped his neck. If he had to fight one of Lord Nobunaga's generals, he was sure it was going to be a fun time.

"Do your worst, Shibata!"

As the man charged, Takehiro would bend his knees and look to catch Katsuie mid-charge by the shoulders, and stop his assault. If successful, the mercenary would place the man's head between his thighs and grab his hips, before launching him overhead and behind himself, sort of as the man himself had planned.

The heat of Gassantoda was, to the mercenary, welcomed, at this time. He'd had a lot of time to reflect on his life, and it was time he'd certainly needed, considering everything that was going on, lately. Perhaps this would mean the more appropriate phrase would be that the heat did not affect him, then? Yes, we will go with that.

In the heat that he welcomed yet cared almost nothing for, Takehiro would find himself wandering. His great glaive atop his shoulder, resting, its flames seemed to do little to help the temperature. But, his thoughts were elsewhere, currently. He had thought of the pale woman, the one who decided to help him for no reason; he thought of his allies, Yukimura and Hiroshi; he thought of his friends, Haji and Shou, and most of all; Takehiro thought of the lives he took, the lives of the Yoritomo clan, the lives of the villagers who could not defend themselves against the bandits he assisted. What did his life really mean? What was it he was fighting for?

Seeking an answer to his questions, Takehiro would find none, though this would cause him to get lost in the desert. Amidst his travels, he would hear the sounds of warriors fighting, and naturally his attention was drawn. Looking up, he would see two men... humping each other. That was enough adventure for one day. Our hero decided he would head home, quickly turning on his heel and taking his leave.