Valiente

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OOC: One of my most popular RPs on other sites. First come, first post. There are only three spots available as i dont want more than 4 in this thread. Battles, etc. are realistic. Not high-octane anime stuff. Put a character profile, but again, keep it realistic, no invincible warriors, an so on. Character control is allowed but only minor, use your common sense. Experienced RPers only, please.
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Yojimbo

Japan. 1602. The civil war that has gripped Japan for centuries has stopped and fallen into an uneasy peace. It is the time of Samurai, of honour and glory. The Portugese and Spanish discovered Japan two years ago, led by the Society of Jesus (also known as the Jesuits), they convert thousands of Japanese. The greatest daimyos of the realm fight for its control, the victor will decide the fate of the Jesuits and their conquest, as well as effecting the peace that Japan has longed for.

Sayuri breathed in the sweet smell from the falling cherry blossom, the air was crisp but warm and with a fresh kimono on and food in his belly he felt good. It was the morning his Lord, the Lord Toranaga, returned from Osaka.

He was barely half way through his twenties, but he was already a Samurai to Lord Toranaga, one of the most powerful daimyo in Japan. He stood just under 6 feet tall, athletically built and attractive. His skin was pale, his hair black and tied back in a top-knot. His eyes like two glimmering emeralds.

Watching the gardner rake the gravel of his home brought him calm, it centered his harmony, his 'wa'. He listened to the stones scratching against one another until he was brought from his meditation by the sound of a voice at his feet.
"So sorry, Sayuri-sama," the headman of the village, Mura, was kneeling in front of him, head lowered in a deep bow. He was old and thinning on top and he quickly returned the bow so the man could stand, he looked like he was suffering.

Oh, may i be commited to the void long before old age, he thought. "What is it, Mura-san?" He asked, though he knew the answer already.
"Lord Toranaga has arrived, everything is prepared."
"You should hope so, if you want to keep your head." He said flatly, and stalked down the path from the house like a wild cat, as he was so well known to do. Just as dangerous and unpredictable.

Yoko was a fishing village on the coast, the building made of wood set apart from one another and surrounded by trees and long grass. Sayuri walked down the winding path, his dark blue kimono had Toranaga's seal attached on the back. A red hawk. With that symbol and the swords tucked into the tabi belt of his kimono the villagers bowed as he passed, as was his right as Samurai.
"Ready for our Lord," he said sharply to a nearby man who was preparing a sitting platform for them to observe the village. He hoped that everything was in order, if his master was pleased he might even have his fief increased, though money was unimportant to a Samurai, only duty and honour, his young consort would certainly be pleased. He was a few paces from the dock that led out for a ship to weigh anchor, and he could already see the ship approaching. It was time.