Name: Toshiya Yorimoto

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Number: 1

World: Second of the Twelve; Kyoto, Japan; 1863 (Meji period)

Appearance: He wears the same thing as this guy
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wearing light straw sandals. Toshiya has the same pale complexion of a Japanese but is much more well built due to his own training as a samurai when he was young. He has jet black hair of the same hairstyle in the picture which large dark brown eyes.

Personality: Toshiya is a peace-loving samurai and prefers not to use brute force to win a battle. He believes in not killing his enemies and has pretty much a stoic nature. He loves serenity and silence and would stand up to anyone who seeks to ruin his environment or harm the people around him.

History: Toshiya is one of the few remaining samurai in the Meji Era of Japan. Because of the restrictions placed on carrying and using swords, Toshiya has learnt to control his anger and not show his emotions much. When he does fight, however, he can be a pretty formidable foe with his agility. He is a decendent of one of the great samurai of the past, Minomata Yorimoto. He is now just a wanderer around the streets of Kyoto.

Weaponry: He carries with him his trusty katana, which is slightly longer than most katanas, that he hangs by his hip. He keeps the blade very well sharpened even though he rarely uses it.

Other Items: All he brought along a straw hat which he wears when it rains.

Other Information: Love the plot


Toshiya Yorimoto ~ Second of the Twelve ~ The Magician
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What was I doing here... This weird place. An unfamiliar Bushido appeared and explained to us what was going on. But it didn't really help. Kill a God? The God? This was too much. How could I - who had not killed a single creature for most of my life kill something so.. Big. As soon as the fellow Bushido dissapeared, I felt at a lost. I glanced around me and the people on the other side of this place. They looked so different from me. Some look like the foreigners that visit our government back home. A few others looked liked me but were dressed in such weird fashion. Most just looked alien.

Now, I had to make a choice. The underground or the surface. I paused then looked around. I had better not court bloodshed. I patted my katana, knowing I would have to employ it again sooner or later. Just that I wasn't ready for it now. I shifted to the side of the stairs to the surface and waited for the others to make their choice.

edit: changed color and make it clearer where I was going.