Mirumoto Hiro, Dragon Bushi and Investigator
Statistics
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Schticks
- Sorcery schticks:
- Summoning (Banishment, Corruption, Domination, Exorcism, Invocation,
Purification)
Countermagic (Disenchant, Dirsrupt Magic, Disrupt Beings, Ki Dissolution, Soul Mask)
Weapon Schticks:
- Sure Hand (equivalent to Gun schtick Eagle Eye in melee)
Hair-Trigger Neck Hairs
Weapons: Daisho (Damage 10)
Wealth level: working stiff
Image
Hiro is a tall, lean young man. He has a scar running down the left side of his face, and the eye the scar crosses has turned a brilliant green. Hiro often wears a hat low over his face to conceal this oddity, and can turn on the charm a little to avoid negative reactions to his appearance. He usually wears very little armour, as he finds it prevents people from talking to him openly.Hiro is driven to hunt down his father's killer, and this affects almost
everything he does. He has sworn to never lose another companion while
he draws breath. Sometimes, he lives as one already resolved to die, and
other times the black mood lifts and glimpses of the young man he should
be can be seen.
Background
I suppose I should start as near the beginning as possible. My name is Mirumoto Hiro - I was born into a relatively minor branch of the Mirumoto clan 23 years ago. My father was a respected bushi, and my mother the sixth daughter of a Lion clan noble. My father trained me from very early in life to follow the Way, and I strove to emulate his example with every breath I took.As I approached my 18th birthday, my father took me on a hunting expedition - he told me that his father had done the same thing with him when he was nearing 18. We spent several days in the wilds of Rokugan without incident - fishing, camping, and telling stories to each other until late at night. On what was to be the last day of our trip, we came across the remnants of a trading caravan. The traders had been almost completely wiped out - only one survived the onslaught. She told us that the attackers had been few in number, but had overwhelmed their guards with a fearsome display of magical power. They had taken no goods, but had kidnapped all of the children. Upon hearing this, my father's face hardened, and he opened his pack on the ground.
"I would have preferred to give you these tonight, under the light of the full moon, as my father did for me, but it seems events have overtaken us, Hiro. Take these - I know you will use them well. They were my father's before me."
He handed me the most exquisite daisho I had ever seen - plain, yet somehow all the more beautiful for their simplicity. They had obviously been crafted by a master.
We made the trader as comfortable as possible, and headed off in pursuit of the raiders - my father had trained me as a tracker, and I was able to pick up their trail with little difficulty.
After half a day's travel, we came upon the bandits' lair. My father's fury was a sight to behold, and I felt privileged to fight alongside him. We cut our way through the gangsters like steel through silk, until we came upon the leader. He was taller even than I, and his face was contorted into a hideous rictus of rage. I charged forward, and he casually hurled a roiling ball of sorcerous energy that threw me into the wall and stunned me. All I could do was watch in dismay as my father attacked the leader without me to help him. The battle flowed back and forth, with neither gaining the upper hand, until my father was able to land a telling blow. The leader screamed in rage, and his body rippled as it changed into something... else. The beast caved in my father's chest with one blow. My cries of anguish alerted the beast to my presence, and it moved to stand over me. Reaching down with one giant claw, it scratched a line down the side of my face, and chuckled.
"You, I will save until later. My name is Ashikaga - I will enjoy killing you as I did your father."
After that, I could remember no more. When I woke, I was being tended to by monks at a nearby temple. A passing patrol had found the caravan and followed our tracks to the bandit lair. Of Ashikaga, they found no sign.
Upon my return to my family, I resolved to improve myself until I had a chance at defeating Ashikaga. I moved to the daimyo's palace to train with his warriors, and one of the shugenja noticed that I had the potential to use sorcery. Anything that could be of use, I would learn. In the next few years, I learnt much of the demons from the Shadowlands, and I became able to use magic, after a fashion. I became a valued investigator for the daimyo - often aiding magistrates in their duties when magic was involved.
The time for my training is past. Now I must find Ashikaga, and put my father's soul to rest.
Note:
Hiro's picture is actually an ink painting of Tachibana Ukyo from Samurai Spirits, a.k.a. Samurai Shodown, a NEO-GEO anime-style fighting game. The picture was obtained from the Konru Chise -Samurai Spirits page. Used without permission. No copyright challenge intended. I had added the scar at first, but I decided that was passing the bounds of fair use into downright copyright infringement, so you can just imagine it for yourself or decide that it's hidden by the long hair.
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