Name: Enatsu Ryoko, previously Mei Kurozawa.
Age: Twenty-Three.
Gender: Female.
Height: 5' 6"
Affiliation: Rogue(?).
Status: Alive and well.
Occupation: Rogue. Or a.. A mercenary.
Partner:
Me, Zeda, her personal narrator within her mind.
History: Her childhood is totally not important.. What IS important is when she began her career as a swordsman ('Cause it's cooler). Or woman. Swordswoman. Whatever..
Mei Kurozawa, as she was called as a child (Which is not cool at all), took up the sword at the tender age of thirteen as a bandit out necessity, being newly alone in the world, lacking any really applicable skills, and finding prostitution to be much less than savory. She wasn't particularly skilled with a blade, but she could kill folks that resisted easy enough and she could wave it around real menacing like, which she was very good at.
Mei played traveling bandit 'till she was fifteen or so, when she came across a small aged group on the road to.. ********. Her natural instinct when spotting some codgers is to hold 'em up, which she did with haste, but, after two years, this was apparently the first group that wasn't just a bunch of bellyaching peasants, but rather a group of traveling swordsmen on their way to the call of a wealthy fellow in need of extra muscle.
But, she did not know that yet, and ran up quick as a flash, pulling her sword to apparently lop off a head, but stopped at the last second more to actually scare an old guy for laughs. Now, Old Guy was not scared, and in fact had already drawn his sword by the time she'd reached him, blocking her feint and shoving her to the ground.
Mei may be unskilled and rash, but she's not a complete moron. She knew she wasn't gonna win that fight. She clambered back up, collected herself, apologized heavily, and turned to leave. 'Cause like, that's so cool... (I said, sarcastically.) As she was headed off, one of the swordsmen stopped her, appreciating her speed and quick thoughts if nothing else, and offered her a fledgling spot on their band of mercenaries. Naturally, she accepted his offer (Only a loser would decline), and that was roughly the same time that she decided on the moniker 'Enatsu Ryoko' for reasons she does not divulge easily.
Eventually, she learned they were a specialized blitz team of warriors that would use flash bombs and smoke or just sheer speed to stun enemies while they went through and cut them down in seconds flat. They were called the "Combat Wombats". Don't ask me where they heard what a wombat was, 'cause I still don't know, but it sounded cool and that's what mattered.
She worked with them under the ronin for another two years before they found out he got jacked for all his scratch and couldn't pay them. Then she spent three years with them traveling and doing jobs that required people who's specialty was killing rooms of people in the blink of an eye until the leader of the group met some dame and done R-U-N-N-O-F-T on 'em, leading them to disband and go their separate ways. Since then, she's spent the last three years wandering as an on-again off-again bandit and mercenary for hire, but more as a thug than anything, due to her simple "Get in, kill everything, get out" tactic.
And that's pretty much where we are today, yay!
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Likes:
Money, swords, chicken, clothes, looking cool, and doing cool stuff.
Enjoys hastling strangers, scaring old people and kids, and talking s**t to anyone that can stand her.
Dislikes:
People calling her a kid or telling her what to do, anyone that says 'shrimp' weird, badly prepared chicken, being poor, being alone, and people not listening to her when she says stuff.
Orientation:
Straight, but says she likes girls to make guys stop asking.
Marital Status:
Single and likely to stay that way.
Personality:
She's rude, angry, haughty, possessive, rowdy, and brutish. Basically just a punk hooligan, but she's not a bad person! I guess! I mean.. She's got a good heart deep down, y'know?
Or something.
Eh, ******** it, I don't feel like defending her..
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Weapon of choice:
Mainly uses katanas as she picks them up. Runs with whatever looks coolest or feels best in her hands at the time, switching out depending on changing moods and tastes.
Sidearms and whatnot are explosives and flintlock weapons.
I'm skilled in:
Blitz tactics! Get in a safe position, toss in a distracting element such as flash or smoke bombs, then while the recipients are all turned about, cut them to ribbons!
Also pretty good at quick-draws, whippin' out a sword in the blink of an eye, which can usually trick some finks into thinking she's a few grades above herself, for better or for worse.
Not horrible with explosives and powder projectile weapons.
Learned this at: the feet of those that would see her perish and at the hands of her "mentors", the Combat Wombats, during her run with them.
I'm not so good at:
Extended combat, properly assessing enemy strength, shutting up when it would benefit her, and quickly regaining her footing after a heavy blow.
At a lesser note, her reading skills could use a few years of brushing up, but knows enough to get b.
Song that suits me:
Main Theme - King (Hip Hop Instrumental) - Ronin.
CbWb Theme - Genesis - Justice.
 Zeda Ennd · Sat Apr 13, 2013 @ 03:52pm · 0 Comments |
