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Description
Name: Ken Seija
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Class: Fighter/Mage
Alignment: Neutral Good

Quotes: "My philosophy in life is that Evil must be destroyed at all cost lest people suffer, but never at the cost of innocent lives. Otherwise you'd be no different then the rest of them and I'd have to kill you."

"The three keys of surviving a fight: speed, analysis and patience."

Appearance: Keither is almost always seen wearing his red robes with the cowl over his face. He has a rather normal build which belies his prowess in combat and magic. He wears his two katanas on either side which indicates that he can use both simultaneously if need be. Though, everything about him looks fine, he has two signature identification which is known by most criminals of which he hunts down: The first is a scar in the form of an X on his right hand hidden by a black glove and the other his pupiless eyes...

Bio: Keither was one of the most powerful swordsman in the land. Though other people were stronger and tougher than him, Keither used three things in order to best them: his speed, skill and wits. At first his parents and friends saw nothing spectacular in him, until that one day an old Fighter passed by his home town.

Whether it was by fate or coincidence a small orc party raided the town led by a huge ogre. Keither never saw anything like it. The fighter slayed each orc with little effort and ran to face the ogre. But the ogre was just too powerful for the old veteran and it was evident that the fighter didn't stand a chance. Keither knew this somehow and wanted to help. He took the only weapon he could find: a shortsword his father hid in case of any burglar. Wishing his father we?re there to help, he knew he had to do something or else he and rest of the town were doomed.

Just as the Ogre was about to deliver the final blow, he was surprised to see his mace deflected by a small boy with a shortsword. The fighter who was lying wounded and weakened in the fight cried out, "Run lad! You?re no match for the beast!"

But Keither was desperate and the thought of his friends and family in danger gave him courage and started parrying and dodging each lethal blow. At that moment both combatants were amazed with what was happening. Even the fighter could only stare in disbelief that such a young boy could survive this long against such a brutal beast.

But all Keither could do was evade each blow. He knew he had to do something or he would soon tire and make a fatal mistake. He thought furiously about what to do and suddenly the ogre cried out in pain and was momentarily distracted. Keither saw this opportunity and with all this strength stabbed the highest part of the oger he could reach, the ogre's stomach. He rolled under the beast's legs and turned gracefully, which again surprised him, and saw that a bolt was sticking out the back his opponents back. He looked behind him and ducked under three more arrows and hit the beast on the back. Keither looked up and was relieved to see his father and his fellow hunters.

"This lad has some potential in him." said the fighter who was resting on a bed. "You should have seen him! It looked like he could fight all day. Why not let me train him?"

The father, though reluctant at first, saw the pleading eyes of his son and the fighter's seriousness allowed him.

"Great! Now let me rest, else I make a mistake and fall on my own sword!", laughed the Fighter who slept almost immediately upon reaching his room in an inn..

In the next few months, the fighter got more than he expected. He saw great potential and skill in the boy and soon did all he could. "Well lad, I've done all I could. You could probably best me in combat right now." he said.

"I really doubt that." Keither replied.

"Say what you will, but it be true. It's time you sought other masters and learn from them. See you around, lad.", and with that the fighter left the town for good the next day.

He followed his advice and trained under some of the best swordsmen in the land. He traveled from place to place, seeking them out and learning their skills and techniques. However, some of them were not his style and sought one which suited his abilities. He later trained under the mysterious and deadly art of the East which emphasized on using speed and precision rather than strength and toughness. There, he mastered the use of the katana. While everyone preferred using one sword, Keither saw that it would be a waste if he did not use both hands and soon became the only master and expert of fighting with both hands. He rose through the ranks in a few short months. He left after defeating the masters and, by ritual and custom, was presented with a powerful Katana to protect him. He soon became a reputed adventurer and was hired by many for countless reasons. Contented with what he learned, he set off back to his home town which he hasn't seen in over 5 years.

Disaster struck when he saw that his hometown was burned and corpses were all around. He ran to his house and was devastated to see his parents burned along with the town. It seemed that this has recently happened. He began burying the dead and set off once again in search of whoever did this.

His travels led him to an inn, in which he overheard that a powerful wizard was the one responsible for the tragedy. He left immediately, with vengeance in his mind, to where the mage was rumored to be.

He confronted the mage, but was overpowered quickly. The wizard laughed at him and sent him away with a message that made Keither even angrier, "Weakling! You?re not worth my time. Come back only if you want to die."

With that, Keither vowed he would have his revenge. Desperately he sought the help of Wizards and became a powerful spell caster after many years of training. He was warned that such power can be dangerous, however, yet ignored this warning and set off for the last time back to the murderer's castle.

"You again? Do you really intend to die, whelp? So be it!", screamed the Wizard.

A huge battle followed. In respect and fairness, he tossed both his katanas aside. Spells were cast and countered and finally the battle was almost over. Both exhausted Keither stared at the body of his foe.

"Wretched murderer! Your time has come!" and casted his final spell.

The spell hit and finally killed the wizard but backfired and hit keither square in the face. Though he felt nothing wrong, he looked at the mirror and saw his pupils were gone. "A small price to pay." he whispered to himself and left the castle content with his vengeance.

He returned to his adventuring and over the years earned a reputation as hired sword. His skills with the blade never diminished earning him the name ?Ken Seija? or in English ?Sword Saint?. When not hired, he is a wanderer and used his skills to defeat all evil. This is where his real adventures begins...

Fighting style: Though extremely dangerous with one sword, wielding both will make him almost unstoppable. He has little offensive spells and will only use them in dire situations.

Description
Name: Ken Seija
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Class: Fighter/Mage
Alignment: Neutral Good

Quotes: "My philosophy in life is that Evil must be destroyed at all cost lest people suffer, but never at the cost of innocent lives. Otherwise you'd be no different then the rest of them and I'd have to kill you."

"The three keys of surviving a fight: speed, analysis and patience."

Appearance: Keither is almost always seen wearing his red robes with the cowl over his face. He has a rather normal build which belies his prowess in combat and magic. He wears his two katanas on either side which indicates that he can use both simultaneously if need be. Though, everything about him looks fine, he has two signature identification which is known by most criminals of which he hunts down: The first is a scar in the form of an X on his right hand hidden by a black glove and the other his pupiless eyes...

Bio: Keither was one of the most powerful swordsman in the land. Though other people were stronger and tougher than him, Keither used three things in order to best them: his speed, skill and wits. At first his parents and friends saw nothing spectacular in him, until that one day an old Fighter passed by his home town.

Whether it was by fate or coincidence a small orc party raided the town led by a huge ogre. Keither never saw anything like it. The fighter slayed each orc with little effort and ran to face the ogre. But the ogre was just too powerful for the old veteran and it was evident that the fighter didn't stand a chance. Keither knew this somehow and wanted to help. He took the only weapon he could find: a shortsword his father hid in case of any burglar. Wishing his father we?re there to help, he knew he had to do something or else he and rest of the town were doomed.

Just as the Ogre was about to deliver the final blow, he was surprised to see his mace deflected by a small boy with a shortsword. The fighter who was lying wounded and weakened in the fight cried out, "Run lad! You?re no match for the beast!"

But Keither was desperate and the thought of his friends and family in danger gave him courage and started parrying and dodging each lethal blow. At that moment both combatants were amazed with what was happening. Even the fighter could only stare in disbelief that such a young boy could survive this long against such a brutal beast.

But all Keither could do was evade each blow. He knew he had to do something or he would soon tire and make a fatal mistake. He thought furiously about what to do and suddenly the ogre cried out in pain and was momentarily distracted. Keither saw this opportunity and with all this strength stabbed the highest part of the oger he could reach, the ogre's stomach. He rolled under the beast's legs and turned gracefully, which again surprised him, and saw that a bolt was sticking out the back his opponents back. He looked behind him and ducked under three more arrows and hit the beast on the back. Keither looked up and was relieved to see his father and his fellow hunters.

"This lad has some potential in him." said the fighter who was resting on a bed. "You should have seen him! It looked like he could fight all day. Why not let me train him?"

The father, though reluctant at first, saw the pleading eyes of his son and the fighter's seriousness allowed him.

"Great! Now let me rest, else I make a mistake and fall on my own sword!", laughed the Fighter who slept almost immediately upon reaching his room in an inn..

In the next few months, the fighter got more than he expected. He saw great potential and skill in the boy and soon did all he could. "Well lad, I've done all I could. You could probably best me in combat right now." he said.

"I really doubt that." Keither replied.

"Say what you will, but it be true. It's time you sought other masters and learn from them. See you around, lad.", and with that the fighter left the town for good the next day.

He followed his advice and trained under some of the best swordsmen in the land. He traveled from place to place, seeking them out and learning their skills and techniques. However, some of them were not his style and sought one which suited his abilities. He later trained under the mysterious and deadly art of the East which emphasized on using speed and precision rather than strength and toughness. There, he mastered the use of the katana. While everyone preferred using one sword, Keither saw that it would be a waste if he did not use both hands and soon became the only master and expert of fighting with both hands. He rose through the ranks in a few short months. He left after defeating the masters and, by ritual and custom, was presented with a powerful Katana to protect him. He soon became a reputed adventurer and was hired by many for countless reasons. Contented with what he learned, he set off back to his home town which he hasn't seen in over 5 years.

Disaster struck when he saw that his hometown was burned and corpses were all around. He ran to his house and was devastated to see his parents burned along with the town. It seemed that this has recently happened. He began burying the dead and set off once again in search of whoever did this.

His travels led him to an inn, in which he overheard that a powerful wizard was the one responsible for the tragedy. He left immediately, with vengeance in his mind, to where the mage was rumored to be.

He confronted the mage, but was overpowered quickly. The wizard laughed at him and sent him away with a message that made Keither even angrier, "Weakling! You?re not worth my time. Come back only if you want to die."

With that, Keither vowed he would have his revenge. Desperately he sought the help of Wizards and became a powerful spell caster after many years of training. He was warned that such power can be dangerous, however, yet ignored this warning and set off for the last time back to the murderer's castle.

"You again? Do you really intend to die, whelp? So be it!", screamed the Wizard.

A huge battle followed. In respect and fairness, he tossed both his katanas aside. Spells were cast and countered and finally the battle was almost over. Both exhausted Keither stared at the body of his foe.

"Wretched murderer! Your time has come!" and casted his final spell.

The spell hit and finally killed the wizard but backfired and hit keither square in the face. Though he felt nothing wrong, he looked at the mirror and saw his pupils were gone. "A small price to pay." he whispered to himself and left the castle content with his vengeance.

He returned to his adventuring and over the years earned a reputation as hired sword. His skills with the blade never diminished earning him the name ?Ken Seija? or in English ?Sword Saint?. When not hired, he is a wanderer and used his skills to defeat all evil. This is where his real adventures begins...

Fighting style: Though extremely dangerous with one sword, wielding both will make him almost unstoppable. He has little offensive spells and will only use them in dire situations.