Post by yoritomo on Dec 8, 2007 12:31:24 GMT -5
Name:Hirashin, Myaku
Age:51
Nation/bender:Fire Nation/Master Firebender
Other Skills:Master Swordsmen & Photographic Memory
Rank:Colonel
Weapons/items:
Customized Wakazashi
Hidden Arm Blades
Armor under cloak (Neck, Torso, arm guards, greaves, shoulder pauldrons & plates on each foot)
Backpack with various supplies (Small amount of food, Canteen of water, jug of oil, jug of wine, his money, bedroll & a helmet he wears in fights)
Small jug filled with wine & two broad-brimmed cups
Long-stem Pipe & Tabac pouch
Apperance:
Myaku's is often summed up as average when described standing at 5'11'' and weighing 187 lbs. He has average grey hair from age, standard fire nation eyes of burnished gold and his overall physic is what would be expected of a soldier. He has a decent texture to his body from working outdoors most of the day, either training himself or training the men under him. This average tan merges flawlessly with his already average appearance. The only real defining feature ever seen in daylight is a small scar running from the corner of his mouth back across the cheek, just shy of the ear. However, if one were to see him without a shirt on, perhaps in a hot spring they would see a multitude of various scars and old burns across his body. This is from the brutal training he had gone through when younger and to this day continues to put himself through even at his age. One might think this crazy at his age, but it is really one of the things keeping him young in body and mind.
His clothing is also rather plain and hiding to keep the scars from view, not because he regrets or is embarrassed of them, but merely because he thinks people do not want to see them. To keep these hidden he wears loose clothing, though tight enough around the ankle to keep from tripping him. These clothes cover his arms when not slide back and his legs are completely hidden other than his feet which are hidden by socks and thin metal plates. Under this he has various pieces of armor to cover vital points and to help him defend attacks. This is greaves, arm guards which have arm blades placed on the bottom, body plate, shoulder pauldrons and even small plates on each foot. Tied at his waist is his sword, much shorter than most swords used in the military it is a wakazashi which has a all black blade from a coat of soot he puts on so it does no make any reflections that are unwanted (Which would give away position if sneaking) and it has four openings in the center of the blade near the base. These are normally used to catch opponents weapons and twist them out of their hands or to at least catch them while myaku sends a powerful blast of fire. Tied to the other side of his waist is a small jug which is filled with his favorite wine which he takes everywhere. He is also normally is seen carrying a large backpack which contains all the little personal items he likes to carry, some food and water, some of his favorite wine, his bedroll and money and a little oil for certain situations. Over all this he normally wears a large deeply colored crimson cloak. The only real defining features of the clothing is a single piece of jewelry. A ring which has four gems within the gold metal. A diamond, a emerald, a sapphire and a ruby. Each gem is carved with a nation's symbol. The diamond carved with the air nomad symbol, the emerald carved with the earth kingdom symbol, the sapphire the water tribes' symbol and the ruby carved with the fire nation symbol.This was made when Myaku reached the rank of colonel in remembrance that while he may show loyalty to the fire nation, he believed all nations were equal. He however never says this, he is not stupid enough to risk that, not for his life, but in the hope of lowering the death count.
Personality:Most people would think that Myaku would have had a bad temper and possibly hatred at everything because of what happened to him over the many years, however these people would be horribly mistaken. In fact, Myaku is almost the exact opposite of that. He is a rather care free person in his leisure time, often sitting around drinking wine or tea at some remote place, whether it be on a cliff facing a forest with the sweet smell of pine blowing towards him or on a beach facing the ocean with the salty air drifting around him. He is also known to chase women about and gamble during this time, he does whatever makes him happy when he has no responsibilities. He is a man of small needs and wants. While he does his duty in the war, commanding his soldiers to their orders, whether it be to defend a town or to burn one to the ground he follows that order, this does not mean he likes it though. He normally will try to have all civilians and soldiers who do not wish to fight evacuated before he attacks, often using his age to go under the guise of a old wanderer before he attacks. He may do his duty and is loyal to the fire nation, but he does not support the war... Another major point in his personality is a more serious side to this man that is usually reserved for when in combat or ordering his troops around. This side usually keeps a air of command in his voice, his back seems straighter and his eyes seem to pierce one to their very soul...Needless to say, he is a very strong willed individual.....
History:
Born to one of the smaller clans that were still considered middle class, but were wealthier than most. a lot was expected from Myaku. His Father being a Colonel in the Fire Nation Army and his mother one of the few female officers (A Lieutenant) in the Fire Nation Navy gave reason that almost everyone expected a lot from him. His parents even made a oath that they would do whatever was necessary in order to make sure their son became a strong solider. So for the first few years of his life he was lectured by his father on what a solider should be. Though he did not fully understand this, he did get a vague idea of what it meant to be one and was instantly attracted to the idea of becoming a Solider. At the young age of only five years his father began his training. At first it was just attempting to get down basic sword skills and firebending. This training was rather easy at first with Myaku flying through the courses due to his photographic memory, allowing him to remember the exact stance for every single technique, but as time went on his father became more.....brutal in training. He began to at first give light beatings to Myaku, but after the first year of training it virtually became full fledged torture. Most sessions involving hot coals, various blades and other devices of pain. His father did not really want to do this, but in essence it was much like Iron Body training if slightly increased in pain. In reality his father wanted to kill himself every time he touched one of the hot coals or blades to his son's body, but he forced himself remembering what he said. Whatever it took he would make his son strong...even if he had to make the both of them suffer greatly.
So the beatings progressed right along with his training which included: Swordsmanship, Firebending, Strategic Maneuvering and Interrogation Techniques. All of this was taught by his father before he moved on to join the Military Academy, though he did go to the academy he would continue his training while at home with his father. His stay at the academy was rather pleasant, it more like a vacation then something that should have challenged him. He had realized the first day how much his father's training had helped him when the class began to fumble through basics of firebending, where as he could already perform that level of techniques flawlessly. So while at the academy he could normally sleep and slack off, yet still get near perfect marks in all his classes. This attitude however made most of the other students despise him utterly for how he acted. They believed that he was a show off and hated him or it, but really he was just trying to rest before his next session with his father... This life style continued for years with him falling into the rhythm of training with his father and being beaten, which would be followed by sleeping in school, yet getting perfect marks, due to having been ahead of what the academy was teaching by weeks due to his father's training. However, before long the other student's finally got sick of Myaku's (Attitude) and they all beat him within a inch of his life, the all had actually been hoping for him to die. When he was finally found he was rushed to the hospital where he stayed for three days unconscious.
When he finally made his way home he saw his father standing outside the front door looking towards the hospital, was the man actually worried about him? Really though it did not matter, he still hated the man for what he had done....He marched straight towards the man that was his father, stopping five feet from him where he waited while the man turned and looked him over for a few moments before waving at him to follow him to the small dojo he had made inside the house where most of their previous training had been. They started out as usual, training in various firebending techniques and sword techniques as well as a little hand to hand combat. This training would go on for a few hours until the sun began to set slightly. That is when the physical resistance training began. His father had him beat his hands off stones and would have him take up stances while he was beaten. His father called this "Iron Body Training" which was supposed to make his body strong enough to take a pummeling from opponents and make his body keep going even after being wounded by weapons
After a few years in the academy Myaku would graduate at the age of nineteen, almost twenty with his birthday looming only two weeks away. This was probably one of the happiest moments in Myaku's life. After all of his training he was finally a real solider, he was finally a solider as his father and mother were and how his father always wanted him to be. His first assignment was to be stationed in one of the fire nation colonies where he would act as a police force and help keep in order within the town. He was thrilled by this at first, but when he finally got over there he was faced with something no boy his age wanted to see....no action what so ever. The most interesting thing he might do in a week would be to break up a fight at a local bar.....
Needless to say this was nothing like what he had expected. He had thought that he would be on the front lines of conflict, right in the fray facing Earth Kingdom soldiers face to face, but he was stuck on the back lines keeping rowdy citizens under control. Catching petty thieves who were not even worth reporting, but just given a slap on the wrist.... In his eyes it was a very harsh mental torture that he endured for nearly six months. Finally however he was transfered from the rear lines to somthing more dangerous, not quite the front lines of the war yet, but at least at his new position guarding a supply camp he saw some action. He had to protect the supplies from everyone, whether it was enemy soliders trying to delay supplies to the front lines or a mere refugee trying to steal food he would stop them, though usually if it was a refugee his own personel food would somehow find it's way to that person. He trully enjoyed being where he was, he could serve his nation, yet at the same time he could make sure innocnets did not need to suffer more than they had to.
He would stay at that camp for quite awhile, learning the trade as it would and honing his skills more and more as the time went on, sucking up everything his commanding officers had to show and reading every book in the camp and any others he could lay his hands on. This alone made him very knowledgable, but when added to all the conversations he had with reugees from almost every nation he learned a great deal about their histories, their beliefs and even what they liked and disliked about every nation. It was probably one of the highest peaks in his studies thinking back on it. This little paradise of his would not last however, his happiness in where he was would be crushed when he turned twenty three and was promotted to a Lieutenant in the Fire Nation army. He was assigned to the front lines under a new commander. It was his first time up in the fray. His first battle scared him to near death and was where he recived his fire battle scar which ran from the right corner of his mouth back to his right ear. The scar had been made by a Earth Kingdom solider wwho would have killed Myaku with a spear thrust had he not lost balance and tilted to his left. It was also where he killed his first enemy with his sword, having only used firebending to kill before. Though he was terrified, he was at the same time...exponetially thirlled about it all. The adrenline going through his veins and his blood feeling like fire itself as he fought. No concept of time or exhaustion, just the thrill of the fight.
After his first battle when he returned the base he could not sleep, both from adreniline going through his body still and because his mind was restless. It constantly analyzed what had happened in the fight, this one of the most useful points in his unique memory. H e analyzed the attack patterns of all the soliders he had fought with and analyzed his own movements singling out all of the openeings he had left and thinking on all of them for a long time to remember not to leave those openings next time.....
He would stay at this forward command post for some time, ingaging in countless battles and skirmishes against the Earth Kingdom soliders. He did however lose taste for battle during this time. He still felt adrenaline and his blood on fire when fighting, but he no longer enjoyed it, for many years he saw friends come and go everyone he became friends with would eventually be transfered to some other base or die in battle. The whole time he only got two letters from home, one to inform him of his mother's death and one to inform him of his father act of coming out of retirement to go back to the battlefield once more.
He would stay at this post for some time, in fact it took a great many years before he was transfered into a even farther post with his new rank of captain. He also had the new honor of serving under the greatest general of the Fire Nation. For the longest time Myaku had seen the General as one of the greatest men on the face of the planet, he was deeply proud and honored to serve under such a man. However, when the general was struck down in battle Myaku was terribly saddened as well as nervous, due to when the general died he was next in the chain of command. He reacted quickly of course ordering soliders to hold as they can, push the enemy back slightly then to retreat using a large wall (courtes of firebenders) to hide their retreat. He retreated with the rest of the men when the time came. Though he returned home part of the heroic battalion that had survived without a general he was still sadden. Even when a higher officer gave him the rank of Colonel he did not feel happy. He would not feel happy for a good deal of months where commanding his troops on the front lines once again made him feel happiness. Now it was his goal to try and keep as many as possible from dying on both sides because death was such as horrible thing..... Till this day he cotinues to try and stop death in all nations, even as a hand of death he tries to stop it. It is very hard place for him to be in and though he wishes the whole war would stop he follows his orders as they come and he orders attacks as he is ordered to. Now having trained for a very long time he has attained master level in both firebending and his sword style which he created using parts from drunken fighting and a realitvly unknown sword style known as the blade that parts the silk. With this knowledge behind him he hopes to use it not to destroy lives, but to slow the process of destruction on all sides and save all he can.
RP Sample: (I will not do a fighting sample as I believe them overdone)
As the first light of the dawning morning began to illuminate the surrounding area a man would stir slightly, at first only opening his eyes to stare at the sky for a few moments still breathing easily as if still asleep. After a few moments of laying there staring out into the endless violet morning sky he would sit up pushing himself into the sitting position with a hand in the loose soil around him. It seemed it would be a fine day, there where a few whispy clounds in the air, but nothing to indicate bad wheater and the tempature was mild. After staying in the sitting position he would suddenly push off the ground standing up to look out over the surounding area. It was a pleasant area filled with loose soil,tall pine trees and thick bushes all around. Behind him lay a slight slope upward where it fell off drastically becomning a cliff that over looked the dark blue ocean. There as a faint smell of salt all around him from the sea air and he loved it.
Smiling which was more a brieff flash of his teeth he went about making his breakfeast. At first starting a fire from the coal from the fire the night before which he had piled ash on to keep from going out. He would throw on a small amount of wood he had collected the night before and as it began to crackle with the flames starting to catch he would move over to a small hole he had dug and covered with a large rock. He moved the rough stone aside and withdrew a small bag from the hole. Bringing it back to the now steadily burning fire he would draw a few things from the bag, a crusty loaf of bread, a large wedge of yellow-white cheese and a small bag which had two more bags inside, one filled with dried meat and the other filled with tea leaves. He set all of this on the ground atop a small ragged patch of grass while he reached into the bag once more to pull out a canteen and a kettle.
He pured some of the water into the small silver kettle and set it upon the little fire and heard the kettle begin to heat the instant it touched the filckering flames that licked it's sides. He smirked slightly in though of actually having hot tea for breakfest and suddenly yelled in anger as he realized he had forgotten to put tea leaves in the pot which he hurridly did before the pot got too hot to open for fear of burning steam. With the tea now brewing he turned to his found and went about tearing the bread in half, sticking the other half back into the bag which he had emptied. After that he turned to the yellow-white cheese tearing off a good sized hunk of it. After he threw the rest of the cheese back with the bread he looked at what he had for his meal and sighed slightly. It was a better meal than he had eaten for some time, but it also meant that he was running low on supplies again. It seemed he would have to find a town some time soon.
He went back to his task and quickly pulled the small silver kettle of the flames and setting it down on the cool ground muttering slightly due to his now burned fingers. He sighed slightly before he looked into the bag for a moment and finally withdrew a small white cup which had a small chip on the handle and a crack runing down it's side. He sighed once more before pouring some of the tea into the cup, it a green color and smelling slightly of lemons. He smiled once more, once against a flash of the teeth before he began to eath rythmically: Bread, cheese, tea, dried meat, tea and repeat. While it was not the best meal he had ever eaten, it was much better than he had eaten lately. He ate everything he had laid out with a quiet dignity.
After he finished his meal and finished the pot of tea he washed the cup and kettle out lightly and packed everything away once more. After everything was packed he slid the pack on his shoulders and began to walk, heading towards the closest town he knew of which was ironically the home he had abandoned a long time ago. It would be best if he came and went fast. He did not want to be remembered he did not want people asking what he was doing now. He didn't want to have to say how he was now a mercenary. While he did not look it and most would not believe it that is what he was and he was not exaclty happy with it, but it was what he was good at. The next job would get him supplies he needed he supposed.....
(This is not supposed to be this character, but just a sample of my rp skill.)
Age:51
Nation/bender:Fire Nation/Master Firebender
Other Skills:Master Swordsmen & Photographic Memory
Rank:Colonel
Weapons/items:
Customized Wakazashi
Hidden Arm Blades
Armor under cloak (Neck, Torso, arm guards, greaves, shoulder pauldrons & plates on each foot)
Backpack with various supplies (Small amount of food, Canteen of water, jug of oil, jug of wine, his money, bedroll & a helmet he wears in fights)
Small jug filled with wine & two broad-brimmed cups
Long-stem Pipe & Tabac pouch
Apperance:
Myaku's is often summed up as average when described standing at 5'11'' and weighing 187 lbs. He has average grey hair from age, standard fire nation eyes of burnished gold and his overall physic is what would be expected of a soldier. He has a decent texture to his body from working outdoors most of the day, either training himself or training the men under him. This average tan merges flawlessly with his already average appearance. The only real defining feature ever seen in daylight is a small scar running from the corner of his mouth back across the cheek, just shy of the ear. However, if one were to see him without a shirt on, perhaps in a hot spring they would see a multitude of various scars and old burns across his body. This is from the brutal training he had gone through when younger and to this day continues to put himself through even at his age. One might think this crazy at his age, but it is really one of the things keeping him young in body and mind.
His clothing is also rather plain and hiding to keep the scars from view, not because he regrets or is embarrassed of them, but merely because he thinks people do not want to see them. To keep these hidden he wears loose clothing, though tight enough around the ankle to keep from tripping him. These clothes cover his arms when not slide back and his legs are completely hidden other than his feet which are hidden by socks and thin metal plates. Under this he has various pieces of armor to cover vital points and to help him defend attacks. This is greaves, arm guards which have arm blades placed on the bottom, body plate, shoulder pauldrons and even small plates on each foot. Tied at his waist is his sword, much shorter than most swords used in the military it is a wakazashi which has a all black blade from a coat of soot he puts on so it does no make any reflections that are unwanted (Which would give away position if sneaking) and it has four openings in the center of the blade near the base. These are normally used to catch opponents weapons and twist them out of their hands or to at least catch them while myaku sends a powerful blast of fire. Tied to the other side of his waist is a small jug which is filled with his favorite wine which he takes everywhere. He is also normally is seen carrying a large backpack which contains all the little personal items he likes to carry, some food and water, some of his favorite wine, his bedroll and money and a little oil for certain situations. Over all this he normally wears a large deeply colored crimson cloak. The only real defining features of the clothing is a single piece of jewelry. A ring which has four gems within the gold metal. A diamond, a emerald, a sapphire and a ruby. Each gem is carved with a nation's symbol. The diamond carved with the air nomad symbol, the emerald carved with the earth kingdom symbol, the sapphire the water tribes' symbol and the ruby carved with the fire nation symbol.This was made when Myaku reached the rank of colonel in remembrance that while he may show loyalty to the fire nation, he believed all nations were equal. He however never says this, he is not stupid enough to risk that, not for his life, but in the hope of lowering the death count.
Personality:Most people would think that Myaku would have had a bad temper and possibly hatred at everything because of what happened to him over the many years, however these people would be horribly mistaken. In fact, Myaku is almost the exact opposite of that. He is a rather care free person in his leisure time, often sitting around drinking wine or tea at some remote place, whether it be on a cliff facing a forest with the sweet smell of pine blowing towards him or on a beach facing the ocean with the salty air drifting around him. He is also known to chase women about and gamble during this time, he does whatever makes him happy when he has no responsibilities. He is a man of small needs and wants. While he does his duty in the war, commanding his soldiers to their orders, whether it be to defend a town or to burn one to the ground he follows that order, this does not mean he likes it though. He normally will try to have all civilians and soldiers who do not wish to fight evacuated before he attacks, often using his age to go under the guise of a old wanderer before he attacks. He may do his duty and is loyal to the fire nation, but he does not support the war... Another major point in his personality is a more serious side to this man that is usually reserved for when in combat or ordering his troops around. This side usually keeps a air of command in his voice, his back seems straighter and his eyes seem to pierce one to their very soul...Needless to say, he is a very strong willed individual.....
History:
Born to one of the smaller clans that were still considered middle class, but were wealthier than most. a lot was expected from Myaku. His Father being a Colonel in the Fire Nation Army and his mother one of the few female officers (A Lieutenant) in the Fire Nation Navy gave reason that almost everyone expected a lot from him. His parents even made a oath that they would do whatever was necessary in order to make sure their son became a strong solider. So for the first few years of his life he was lectured by his father on what a solider should be. Though he did not fully understand this, he did get a vague idea of what it meant to be one and was instantly attracted to the idea of becoming a Solider. At the young age of only five years his father began his training. At first it was just attempting to get down basic sword skills and firebending. This training was rather easy at first with Myaku flying through the courses due to his photographic memory, allowing him to remember the exact stance for every single technique, but as time went on his father became more.....brutal in training. He began to at first give light beatings to Myaku, but after the first year of training it virtually became full fledged torture. Most sessions involving hot coals, various blades and other devices of pain. His father did not really want to do this, but in essence it was much like Iron Body training if slightly increased in pain. In reality his father wanted to kill himself every time he touched one of the hot coals or blades to his son's body, but he forced himself remembering what he said. Whatever it took he would make his son strong...even if he had to make the both of them suffer greatly.
So the beatings progressed right along with his training which included: Swordsmanship, Firebending, Strategic Maneuvering and Interrogation Techniques. All of this was taught by his father before he moved on to join the Military Academy, though he did go to the academy he would continue his training while at home with his father. His stay at the academy was rather pleasant, it more like a vacation then something that should have challenged him. He had realized the first day how much his father's training had helped him when the class began to fumble through basics of firebending, where as he could already perform that level of techniques flawlessly. So while at the academy he could normally sleep and slack off, yet still get near perfect marks in all his classes. This attitude however made most of the other students despise him utterly for how he acted. They believed that he was a show off and hated him or it, but really he was just trying to rest before his next session with his father... This life style continued for years with him falling into the rhythm of training with his father and being beaten, which would be followed by sleeping in school, yet getting perfect marks, due to having been ahead of what the academy was teaching by weeks due to his father's training. However, before long the other student's finally got sick of Myaku's (Attitude) and they all beat him within a inch of his life, the all had actually been hoping for him to die. When he was finally found he was rushed to the hospital where he stayed for three days unconscious.
When he finally made his way home he saw his father standing outside the front door looking towards the hospital, was the man actually worried about him? Really though it did not matter, he still hated the man for what he had done....He marched straight towards the man that was his father, stopping five feet from him where he waited while the man turned and looked him over for a few moments before waving at him to follow him to the small dojo he had made inside the house where most of their previous training had been. They started out as usual, training in various firebending techniques and sword techniques as well as a little hand to hand combat. This training would go on for a few hours until the sun began to set slightly. That is when the physical resistance training began. His father had him beat his hands off stones and would have him take up stances while he was beaten. His father called this "Iron Body Training" which was supposed to make his body strong enough to take a pummeling from opponents and make his body keep going even after being wounded by weapons
After a few years in the academy Myaku would graduate at the age of nineteen, almost twenty with his birthday looming only two weeks away. This was probably one of the happiest moments in Myaku's life. After all of his training he was finally a real solider, he was finally a solider as his father and mother were and how his father always wanted him to be. His first assignment was to be stationed in one of the fire nation colonies where he would act as a police force and help keep in order within the town. He was thrilled by this at first, but when he finally got over there he was faced with something no boy his age wanted to see....no action what so ever. The most interesting thing he might do in a week would be to break up a fight at a local bar.....
Needless to say this was nothing like what he had expected. He had thought that he would be on the front lines of conflict, right in the fray facing Earth Kingdom soldiers face to face, but he was stuck on the back lines keeping rowdy citizens under control. Catching petty thieves who were not even worth reporting, but just given a slap on the wrist.... In his eyes it was a very harsh mental torture that he endured for nearly six months. Finally however he was transfered from the rear lines to somthing more dangerous, not quite the front lines of the war yet, but at least at his new position guarding a supply camp he saw some action. He had to protect the supplies from everyone, whether it was enemy soliders trying to delay supplies to the front lines or a mere refugee trying to steal food he would stop them, though usually if it was a refugee his own personel food would somehow find it's way to that person. He trully enjoyed being where he was, he could serve his nation, yet at the same time he could make sure innocnets did not need to suffer more than they had to.
He would stay at that camp for quite awhile, learning the trade as it would and honing his skills more and more as the time went on, sucking up everything his commanding officers had to show and reading every book in the camp and any others he could lay his hands on. This alone made him very knowledgable, but when added to all the conversations he had with reugees from almost every nation he learned a great deal about their histories, their beliefs and even what they liked and disliked about every nation. It was probably one of the highest peaks in his studies thinking back on it. This little paradise of his would not last however, his happiness in where he was would be crushed when he turned twenty three and was promotted to a Lieutenant in the Fire Nation army. He was assigned to the front lines under a new commander. It was his first time up in the fray. His first battle scared him to near death and was where he recived his fire battle scar which ran from the right corner of his mouth back to his right ear. The scar had been made by a Earth Kingdom solider wwho would have killed Myaku with a spear thrust had he not lost balance and tilted to his left. It was also where he killed his first enemy with his sword, having only used firebending to kill before. Though he was terrified, he was at the same time...exponetially thirlled about it all. The adrenline going through his veins and his blood feeling like fire itself as he fought. No concept of time or exhaustion, just the thrill of the fight.
After his first battle when he returned the base he could not sleep, both from adreniline going through his body still and because his mind was restless. It constantly analyzed what had happened in the fight, this one of the most useful points in his unique memory. H e analyzed the attack patterns of all the soliders he had fought with and analyzed his own movements singling out all of the openeings he had left and thinking on all of them for a long time to remember not to leave those openings next time.....
He would stay at this forward command post for some time, ingaging in countless battles and skirmishes against the Earth Kingdom soliders. He did however lose taste for battle during this time. He still felt adrenaline and his blood on fire when fighting, but he no longer enjoyed it, for many years he saw friends come and go everyone he became friends with would eventually be transfered to some other base or die in battle. The whole time he only got two letters from home, one to inform him of his mother's death and one to inform him of his father act of coming out of retirement to go back to the battlefield once more.
He would stay at this post for some time, in fact it took a great many years before he was transfered into a even farther post with his new rank of captain. He also had the new honor of serving under the greatest general of the Fire Nation. For the longest time Myaku had seen the General as one of the greatest men on the face of the planet, he was deeply proud and honored to serve under such a man. However, when the general was struck down in battle Myaku was terribly saddened as well as nervous, due to when the general died he was next in the chain of command. He reacted quickly of course ordering soliders to hold as they can, push the enemy back slightly then to retreat using a large wall (courtes of firebenders) to hide their retreat. He retreated with the rest of the men when the time came. Though he returned home part of the heroic battalion that had survived without a general he was still sadden. Even when a higher officer gave him the rank of Colonel he did not feel happy. He would not feel happy for a good deal of months where commanding his troops on the front lines once again made him feel happiness. Now it was his goal to try and keep as many as possible from dying on both sides because death was such as horrible thing..... Till this day he cotinues to try and stop death in all nations, even as a hand of death he tries to stop it. It is very hard place for him to be in and though he wishes the whole war would stop he follows his orders as they come and he orders attacks as he is ordered to. Now having trained for a very long time he has attained master level in both firebending and his sword style which he created using parts from drunken fighting and a realitvly unknown sword style known as the blade that parts the silk. With this knowledge behind him he hopes to use it not to destroy lives, but to slow the process of destruction on all sides and save all he can.
RP Sample: (I will not do a fighting sample as I believe them overdone)
As the first light of the dawning morning began to illuminate the surrounding area a man would stir slightly, at first only opening his eyes to stare at the sky for a few moments still breathing easily as if still asleep. After a few moments of laying there staring out into the endless violet morning sky he would sit up pushing himself into the sitting position with a hand in the loose soil around him. It seemed it would be a fine day, there where a few whispy clounds in the air, but nothing to indicate bad wheater and the tempature was mild. After staying in the sitting position he would suddenly push off the ground standing up to look out over the surounding area. It was a pleasant area filled with loose soil,tall pine trees and thick bushes all around. Behind him lay a slight slope upward where it fell off drastically becomning a cliff that over looked the dark blue ocean. There as a faint smell of salt all around him from the sea air and he loved it.
Smiling which was more a brieff flash of his teeth he went about making his breakfeast. At first starting a fire from the coal from the fire the night before which he had piled ash on to keep from going out. He would throw on a small amount of wood he had collected the night before and as it began to crackle with the flames starting to catch he would move over to a small hole he had dug and covered with a large rock. He moved the rough stone aside and withdrew a small bag from the hole. Bringing it back to the now steadily burning fire he would draw a few things from the bag, a crusty loaf of bread, a large wedge of yellow-white cheese and a small bag which had two more bags inside, one filled with dried meat and the other filled with tea leaves. He set all of this on the ground atop a small ragged patch of grass while he reached into the bag once more to pull out a canteen and a kettle.
He pured some of the water into the small silver kettle and set it upon the little fire and heard the kettle begin to heat the instant it touched the filckering flames that licked it's sides. He smirked slightly in though of actually having hot tea for breakfest and suddenly yelled in anger as he realized he had forgotten to put tea leaves in the pot which he hurridly did before the pot got too hot to open for fear of burning steam. With the tea now brewing he turned to his found and went about tearing the bread in half, sticking the other half back into the bag which he had emptied. After that he turned to the yellow-white cheese tearing off a good sized hunk of it. After he threw the rest of the cheese back with the bread he looked at what he had for his meal and sighed slightly. It was a better meal than he had eaten for some time, but it also meant that he was running low on supplies again. It seemed he would have to find a town some time soon.
He went back to his task and quickly pulled the small silver kettle of the flames and setting it down on the cool ground muttering slightly due to his now burned fingers. He sighed slightly before he looked into the bag for a moment and finally withdrew a small white cup which had a small chip on the handle and a crack runing down it's side. He sighed once more before pouring some of the tea into the cup, it a green color and smelling slightly of lemons. He smiled once more, once against a flash of the teeth before he began to eath rythmically: Bread, cheese, tea, dried meat, tea and repeat. While it was not the best meal he had ever eaten, it was much better than he had eaten lately. He ate everything he had laid out with a quiet dignity.
After he finished his meal and finished the pot of tea he washed the cup and kettle out lightly and packed everything away once more. After everything was packed he slid the pack on his shoulders and began to walk, heading towards the closest town he knew of which was ironically the home he had abandoned a long time ago. It would be best if he came and went fast. He did not want to be remembered he did not want people asking what he was doing now. He didn't want to have to say how he was now a mercenary. While he did not look it and most would not believe it that is what he was and he was not exaclty happy with it, but it was what he was good at. The next job would get him supplies he needed he supposed.....
(This is not supposed to be this character, but just a sample of my rp skill.)
