Fumetsu, Kuro Karasu
First of all, I do my OOC in normal text, IC text in italics. I also separate OOC and IC with 20 *'s. Woot, first big post on the RPG forum! ******************** The sky dripped slowly with a feint poweder. A house lay on a hillside; a medium sized house, ancient Sengouku Japanese style. Slight and minor, sounds could be heard from back behind the house. A tall Japanese man wearing but black pants and no shirt was in many movements at a time there, who seemed to be sparring with a rather short, chubby man with a beard. The tall man, Fumetsu; his long black hair swayed with the single movements of his long arms and long legs. His eyes would have normally been brown, but a white bandana had covered an visual perspective Fumetsu might need. Fumetsu launched a spider kick, and was easily blocked by the other man, knocking Fumetsu off of his balanced and stance, onto the ground. "Father I--" "Quiet, my son! Your eyes are in the way of your true vision." Fumetsu picked himself from the solid ground. He attempted many tricky movements, such as the Tiwsting Tiger Knuckle, and the Kuro Karasu. The first punch, the Twisting Tiger Knuckle, was a swift punch, which, after first contact, was to have the first twisted outward slightly for a second impact. Fumetsu was using his good hand, his left hand. His father took the fist without hesitation of movement of his feet, and turned Fumetsu's body around with the arm, and held him like a thief. "Fumetsu, you are trying to show off one move. Multiple movements of your arms and legs is what makes one swift." "Father..." Fumetsu backed his father's countering submission with a quaint sweep. This had succeeded, for once. He took his right foot while being in rfont of his father and put it behind his father's right foot, and kicked hard enoguh to flip them both. His father bounced his hand off of the tree, and landed on his feet. Fumetsu landed full faced body down on the dirt. "You need not to make excessive movements, my son." "Hm..." Fumetsu took a full defensive stance of Jujitsu. Right leg forward, right are forward. Left leg back and side, left arm on guard. His father took a Baji style stance, and Eagle's Nest. Legs spread, the left hand back as if it were a large tail feather, the right arm out in front, full extension, like the bird's beak. "Father, come and fight..." Fumetsu's father launched a series of punches and jabs, and an elbow here or there. His left arm completely took Fumetsu by suprise, and he was thrown to the side, but not off balance of guard. His father triedto follow up with a Bull Horn Kick, but Fumetsu was about to change the situation. Fumetsu, in on simoltanious movement, striaghtened his right left, bowed his left so the inside of his knee was facing his right leg, kept his left hand on guard, and rose his right hand like a mantis. His right arm, to its full extent went from waste area to above where shoulder length would be to him, on a 6'1" tall person. His father was struck in the face by three knuckles, and knocked to the ground. His father's Bull Horn kicked followed through, but eventually was knocked away by Fumetsu's guard hand. "My son... hahaha! Your training will now begin. You have studied my move, and now it is time to study me. You are ready to fully become a Master in your black belt of Jujitsu, as all of the Ikoma family has for generations since this country was founded." Fumetsu and his father both bowed, their right hand placed over their left fist at the left side of their body at the waist. Fumetsu and his father were interrupted by Koseki, Fumetsu's younger sister. "Ienaga-sama, Fumetsu-kun." She bowed, not like the two father and son, but like a lady. Her hands folded in front of her, and just a straight bow. "The Tono sano Haru Kiku officer's sent a messenger. They say that Yoshino-sama is... dead." Fumetsu's one and only brother, known as the Shiro Karasu, had been killed. ******************** That's about it for a first post for me. Cliffhanger... -=}N{=-

wow that alot of typeing..and alot of Reading..but i think we just have a one easy RPG right now or w/e not like the one your thinking of. first make a bio about your person ect and fight should be easy and your person cant be unbeatable and must have atlest 1 weakness or fault w/e.. *watchs the sun set EX Seph:what a nice sunset make ill sit on my roof and watch it*jumps on top of roof*(like that and then someone respond to that or dont u can posting on what u want your person to do or w/e.. like *looks at a pic of Seph Rika:How I miss him..so we should deside on what kinda RP should it be a High School RPG a Samurai RPG or current day Anime ect.. or w/e ill make a poll mabye. because we just cant have a whole bunch of RPG going on at the same time or w/e later we can add more if we want

This is my thread, so I decide what kind of RP this thread is. It's old Sengouku, but still after the coup of the Oda (Ikoma, my characters family name, are Oda vassals). Each thread has its own type of RP. -=}N{=-

well u can do your won rpg if u want

This is my default RP thread. If I get into a fight or do a different storyline, I'll start a different thread. People who RP in this thread are a part o the storyline, and it is their thread, also. May I propose a few rules to be stickyed somewhere? RP -1 storyline=1 thread -Fight in separate thread -Storylines fraying into different stories must go to a different thread, but not two stories at a time on the same thread. -Please, PLEASE don't one line. Atleast 1 small paragraph of 6-7 FULL setences. -No using numbers for words (4 for for, 8 for ate) -Use correct and full English. Please don't use any form of 1337 speech (pwnz, j00, i, u, teh, wat, wht, any words replacing E/e with 3, n00bz, etc) It's just to keep things serious. When I read some of the peoples' posts on this board, I want to get my English teachers from now an dyears passed and edit that thing to be ready to be ratified like the US constitution. I'm good about not saying anything about correction errors, but, please, when you RP with me, RP right. And if I might ask, now, I would like to continue my role playing with someoen else posting IC? Thank you. -=}N{=-

ah people can RP how they want there are no rules on how to RPG BUT I guess Ill make your rules a sticky and make a topic about them or w/e but these rules are olny for u and people who post in your topic! anywhere else them may post and RP how they want if u want to talk to me about anything else PM me

So we're good? Great. Let's start this thing... ******************** The wind was blowing lightly to the east. The weather was mild despite the falling snow this time of the season, and the few birds that were left chirped lightly. But upon the arrival of bad news, it seemed that all was quiet. There was a large tree a few yards outside the large manor. The leaves had fallen, and all that remained was a bare twig of the foliage it once held during the spring and summer seasons. When the winter was over, it would blossom once more in its own vibrant hues. Up in the tree, however, sprawled a young man. His hair, blowing in the wind, was light brown. Laying on one particularly strong branch, you would not be able to tell that at full height he was six feet and four inches tall. He wore blue shaded pants tied at the top by a brown rope. On a wager one day, he coloured his tattered shirt several bright shades, some would say in a 'flowery pattern', often gaining an odd glance or hushed comment from time to time. In a crowd, he literally stood out like a sore thumb. Regardless, he sat high in the tree, unbeknownst to the folks who resided in the manor beside him. He tossed a stone into the air, and catching it with succesion each time. After each throw, he would send the stone higher until it plummeted back into his grasp, ready to be thrown again. He sent the stone flying too high, and failed to retrieve it. Bored, he gazed upon the house in his midst. He began to watch as a young warrior, and what he could only assume was his father paracticing hand to hand combat. It was slightly exciting. But Makaru could never understand why someone would train so hard. It wasn't in his blood. With quick precision, the younger lad managed to trip the older fellow and they both fell. Or something. They were far away, and he couldn't tell that much. The Father was able to recover, but the young lad was not, and he landed hard. Makaru laughed. The two proceded to fight, and after a few unsuccesful tries, the kid was finally able to land a blow on his old man. He heard the father laugh as he got back up. They started talking once more, but Makaru was too far away to hear what it was that they were saying. At that moment, someone else entered the courtyard. A girl, slightly younger than the son, walked up to them, her head bowed slightly. She was of moderate beauty, but nothing worth whatever wrath her brother and father would most likely bring if he tried something. He tossed the thought aside, and continued to watch the events unfold. She had said something to her father, and started to cry. She ran back into the house. The father looked down and walked to one edge of the yard, where there was a dried up koi pond. The son sat down and thought hard. Makaru was bored again. He leapt from the tree and retrieved his travel parcel from the base. He slung the bag over his back and walked down the beaten path to a nearby town. Maybe there was something there to do. Whatever it may be, it was certainly better than hanging out here. ******************** Not as eventful as Fumetsu's post, but a nice entry, I think. Just so you know: name: Makaru age: 18 weapon: None. Could change as time passes. If I need to put anything else put down in writing, just let me know.

All right lets do this thing... Cestria was in a hurry. Moving quickly down the street. In fact she was running, full out running after the scumbag she was after. She could easily see the man. He was dirty and his clothes were torn from the fight they had in the alley not long ago. Though the fight had started out in her favor the scum's buddy came out and distracted her long enough for him to get away. She cursed herself silently for dropping her guard and for not watching her back. It still hurt when she was running where the man had hit her with his staff across the small of her back. But the scum in front of her trying to get away was enough incentive to keep after him. He was one of the dirty bastards that had killed her family not more than a month ago and she was definatly after revenge. She was closing in on the man though. His short stubby legs and his weight were working against him. And Cestria was more fit, taller, and thin so she was gaining on him quickly. They were weaving in and out of the people on the streets, and Cestria barely saw any of them. She could feel them staring at her from behind as she ran past, but she didn't care she had a target in mind. Cestria almost had him, he was only about ten yards in front of her. But as she was running she was only concentrating on her target now that he was so close she didn't see the young man that stepped out in front of her. She plowed right into him, knocking both of them to the ground hard. The young man underneath her gave a grunt as she fell on top of him. She cringed as she raised herself up on her elbows to get her weight off of her unsuspecting victim. She saw that he was dressed in the most odd clothes. His shirt was made of many different colors and a bit worse for the wear. His blue pants were held up by a single rope belt. She looked into his eyes knowing that she looked just as shocked as he did. "I'm so sorry" she stuttered. Cestria Age 16 Weapon Sword Family: Parents died in a pirate raid.

Kids today... ******************** The stars in Makaru's eyes slowly dissipated. Go figure. His first day in town, and he'd already been thrown out of two dining establishments, approached by a rather unruly group of youths, chased after by a few -as one might say- careful fathers. And now he'd been involved in a collision. "Big cities," he thought to himself. He grumbled something under his breath, about to tear into the man who struck him blindly. But when he looked up, he didn't meet the rugged eyes of some yokel, but rather the calm, appolegetic eyes of a young girl. She was panting after what was probably quite a chase, blushing from either the rush of blood to the head, or the rather awkward position she was in. She wore rather tattered clothing for someone living in this town. But Makaru wasn't much to judge himself. He quickly attempted to salvage some dignity for the poor girl. "Uh... no worries, miss. Just a few scrapes and bruises. No harm done. But if I may be so bold to ask, where were you off to in such a hurry?" She sat up, and told him a story of a bandit who had some doings with the death of her family. Or something like that. He looked off to the direction where she was going. A short, stocky brute was peeking around the corner. "That's him!" she cried. He took off again, but this time Makaru would have none of it. He got up and ran after him. The chase was short. The stout man was no match against Makaru's legs, which were probably as long as he was tall. Grabbing him by the collar, he dragged him back to where the girl still sat, dumbfounded. "I believe you owe my friend an apology." Still grasping the squirming, pleading crook, he grabbed the waistband of his trousers, and with one swift heave, Makaru tossed him into an alleyway. He motioned for the girl to proceed into the alley. Makaru stood guard at the front of the alley, leaning lazily against the wall. If he was bothered -or amused- by the sound beating in the alley, he didn't show it. Another ruffian, just a few inches shy of Makaru's hieght tried to run to the aid of his partner in crime. Makaru held out his hand and caught him by the collar and pulled him close to his face. "Scram."

I was kinda hoping Fumetsu would eventually jump in. Oh well. ******************** The sounds of the brutal fight had died down. Makaru had not moved since it began, and the shady character he had prevented from aiding the man in the alley had long since left. Halfway through the day, the snow had stopped and the sun shone. A surprisingly nice winter afternoon, all things considered. He heard the girl walk out of the alley a few minutes later. She sheathed her sword and looked glumly to the ground. He turned to look into the alley, but saw no signs of gore or brutality. "I could not kill him. I would not kill him. Not even in revenge," she said. She continued, looking at Makaru, "I refuse to sink to his level. He may be able to live with himself, but I never could. Besides, whatever the gods chose to do to him is a better punishment then what I can do." Makaru was quite impressed. He fully knew that if he were in the same position that he would probably not have made the same choice as her and taken the higher road. Provided that someone could somehow make him that mad. He was always a calm man, never letting his skin get too thin. It took more effort than most cared to put into making him angry. She turned fully to face him. She bowed saying, "My name's Cestria. I'm sorry we have not had a formal greeting. May I ask you your name?" "Makaru," he recipocated, "call me Makaru."

I guess we'll just continue on until he decides to jump back in... Cestria stood there in the mouth of the alley with Makaru, not really knowing where to go now. She had gotten her revenge on one of the bastards that had killed her family. She was happy with the choice of not killing him, she had never killed a person and wouldn't start now. "Makaru, well I want to thank you for your help today. Without you I wouldn't have been able to catch him. And I'm sorry for running into I was blindsighted I guess." Cestria said looking into Maraku's eyes. What she saw in his bright and understanding eyes wasn't sympathy which was something she didn't want, what she did see was kindness. Cestria blushed knowing she was staring and looked away. She stared down the street bustling with people that had no idea what had transpired in the alley. She was grateful to Makaru for what he had done for her. Helping her catch the purp helping keep his buddy in his place. Cestria could probably had taken both but she would have worn herself out keeping both of the away and not gotten the revenge she needed. Now she felt a little more complete. She knew that she wouldn't track down the others they weren't worth the time it would take. And only to beat them up down some alley wasn't worth it either. She was lucky today running into Maraku but she probably would never be so lucky again. But now she had a different problem... "I'm not sure what to do or where to go now." She admited taking another look into Makaru's understanding eyes. He looked down the street as she had done earlier.

Please, don't god-mod. That would be RPing for other player's characters and making them perform actions which you cannot make them do. Only the player can make the character do something. No mind control! Also, when you fight or hit someone, you can't just say that it happens, you have to post your attack, and then you have to let your opponent post something to block, evade, or get hit. Now... ******************** ~Fumetsu had gone back inside, grabbing his shirt and bokken to take with him. He had gone to rest after the tiring fight. He was resting in the east section of the house, where the sun was stil shining in this morning. He dreamt... His eyes opened, for he had fallen asleep, asunder to the sounds of battle and flame. Embers churned behind him, as if he had fallen unconscious in battle. He arose, and grabbed his blade from the ground. His doutanuki... a reinforced katana; full tang, and slightly longer, but not a no-dachi. His green armor shone in the flames, as the Ikoma army, Oda vassals charged agaist the Takeda. The Takeda Invasion of cavalry has broken through the Oda ranks, and Fumetsu was confronted with an enemy: their leader, Takeda Shingen. The man wore red and white armor, and a grim mempo. Fumetsu had seen the tessen, and had known that he had commanded the rest of the cavalry to charge through. Nonetheless, Fumetsu drew his blade at the daimyo, and stood his guard. The man on the horse road right through, and impaled Fumetsu from behind with his katana, make a fist-lke jab after he had passed Fumetsu. Blood ran wild through his middle, and onto the flames of battle and the flames of the new war. He woke in such fury, immediately sitting up straight, and he shook, for he was not in his house, anymore. He looked out the curtain, and he could see that 6 men were carrying a giant carriage. So it would have been called, it was a very tiny room, just enough room for Fumetsu to curl up into. His maid handed him a kimono and gi to put on. "Fumetsu-sama, the Tono sano Haru Kiku had summoned us to Shiro sano Haru Kiku. You are to attend your brother's funeral. Your sister will also finally pass her gempukku, today." Fumetsu abruptly put on his attire. It was a white, and golden-brown kimono with a glowing green and white gi... like how his armor shone in battle, from the dream. He strapped and tied his doutanuki to his right side and waited to get to Shiro sano Haru Kiku, the Castle of the Red Lotus. The Castle of the Red Lotus was a vibrant brown, black, and green colored structure. Its head Lord was none other than Ikoma Ryoukumonsennin, Fumetsu's grandfather. The carriage stopped; it then was palced down slowly. A man peeked in the curtain and gave a signal to come out to meet the ambassadors. As he walked towards the castle gates, he couldn't help but see two peasants fighting over something. It was a ma nand a woman, or a boy and a girl. It was quite a distance, and over in an ally; quite hard to see. "Fumetsu-sama, right this way." A palace guard directed him to the front castle gate. Fumetsu had never been inside this castle, but he had fought for it, and he intended to find out what he fought for, what was inside. "Hm..." he had responded to the guard with a simple nod. As he made his way in, he had been greeted by his older sister, Mieko, and his father. Fumetsu gave bows to botrh of them, and approached his grandfather at the far end. His grandfather had been sitting with hsi legs crossed, in full armor, wearing some pointed helmet. He had a grey beard, and could barely move with shaking and makign subtleties. "My grandson. I'm am sorry aout the death of Yoshino-san. It was unfortunate, but war is war. We were able to retrieve his body for the funeral to receive a proper burrial. On another occasion, your sister will be accepting her sword, and finishing gempukku at an early age, as you and your brother did." Fumetsu bowed to the old man. He nodded after everything his grandfather said. "Yoshino-san was a great officer in a small war. IT will pass, and he will be remembered... When Koseki-chan has finished her gempukku, she will be returning to the castle, correct?" The man spoke in a slow, old man's voice. "Yes... Koseki-chan will be returning for this funeral event." His grandfather made a gesture to a man in full armor. The man returned. Fumetsu's grandfather whispered something to him. The man returned to the gates outside, and shut them, and then shut the giant castle doors. He returned to each successfully important member in the castle, such as Mieko and Fumetsu's father. He spoke to them, Fumetsu overhearing, saying that the castle doors were now to be shut to block out the noise of the noisy peasants outside. Time passed, and Koseki had not returned... why?~ ******************** Sorry, I hadn't had time earlier to post so greatly. -=}N{=-

I am sorry, I didn't mean to "God Mod" as you call it. This is my first RPG and nobody seemed to mind what I was writing so I didn't figure anything was wrong with it. I was just going with the flow. I'll try to be better in the future. Did I God Mod? I don't really know what that is but I'll do my best.

God-Moding is me making you walk away from killing someone. Well, that stops now. Thanks, Fumetsu. ******************** "I'm not sure what to do or where to go now," spoke Cestria. Makaru looked to the street, pondering what to do. He had little money left over from his last errand. Everyone in the town had floccked in the same direction that the carriage had gon, not so long ago. "I saw a carriage and a procession go by. We could go see what that was all about." Cestria nodded casually, and they left for the same direction as the procession. ********** The two peasants finally found out what was going on. Apparantly a man of great importance to the town -and somehow connected to the family he had watched from a tree today- had died, and they were holding his funeral. No one was going into the castle, and hung around on the outside. Some weeping, some showing no emotion at all. Makaru had asked a passerby what was going on, and explained the details. He couldn't make heads or tails of the intricacies of the ceremony that were being described to him, and wish that someone could explain it to him. But admitting he didn't know something would mean that someone would know he didn't know something, and no one must ever know that. After the ordeal, Cestria walked back up to Makaru and had asked him what the event was. "A vassal, by the name 'Shiro Karasu' has died in this time of war. The town is paying their respects," Cestria bowe her head in silence and respect. Makaru did the same. "But I can't help but think," he continued, "That I've heard that name somewhere before..."