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Description


||PROFILE

Tatsuya Yoshimatsu
24 | hombre | 180cm | 82kg
Hooman | Oct 8th | Hoshido

||CLASS
Samurai | Iron Katana | D
  Skill: Sharpened senses - If Tatsuya's HP below half, he will receive +10 to hit and avoid.

||STATS

Lv 1
  || HP 24 - Str 12 - Mag 0 - Skl 12 - Spd 8 - Lck 5 - Def 4 - Res 4 - Mov 5

||PERSONAL INFO

Personality: +Reliable +Caring +Calm +Friendly ~Silent -Stubborn -Hard to read/understand -Picky -Rebellious

Tatsuya is a calm and benevolant man, caring and reliable he is sure to accomplish the tasks given to him as long as he has something to make out of it. Though while he looks like that it doesn't stop the man from trailing off from time to time, spending a day to relax instead of exercing himself on what he was meant to do. And when he took a decision it's hard to change his mind, even something as simple as not eating this weird looking pie. While he is sociable and shows a gentle side of himself he is still quite independant in his way of acting and had never really been used to teamworking, often disappearing silently and trailing off to the beaten path just because his 'instincts' tell him there's something interesting there.

Likes: Sweets - Minted Green tea - Relaxing breezes
Dislike: Loud peeps - Food spoiling - People just as stubborn as him

History:

TLDR: Just a countryside bobo in Hoshido that wants to proove he can be a strong samurai although being close to blind.

As a kid Tatsuya had no idea of the future he'd choose. Being the son of farmer parents and born with a visual impairment, his familly often overprotected him, scared that he would accidentally harm himself by falling or get lost and not be able to find his way back in the vast and 'confusing' fields in the outskirts of Hoshido as every of its angle would seem the same to the boy. They also assumed working in the fields with them would be a task too hard for him, and since they are fine as they are like that, he could just stay home. A thought that he was always fond of rebelling against, often playing outside of the "safe zone" his parents told him not to cross -which was simply their home- adventuring in the abundant fields of the land fighting the idea that his vision rendered him useless.

At first he would be brought home by the neighbors or easily found at a friend's place, sometimes helping them in their tasks and training his memory in order to eventually come back safely without any help. His parents impressed slowly let the boy do as he wished, as long as he would tell them where he was heading and be home every night or if he wished, to help them working and harvesting the soil. A rule he had never failed to obey, until he slowly started adventuring farther and father away to places harder to access. One day he got caught by the night, when his vision is the worst, having no landmarks to recognize as rain was pouring on his misery. Luckily he found shelter in a shed to pass the night but found himself yelled at in the next morning, by none other but the owner, pulled up by the collar as an angry woman was blaming him for breaking into her workshop and asking if the little rascal was here to mess with her belongings until she noticed his eyes and suddenly let go, making the boy crumble on the floor as she grumpily checked her creations' state.

Looking towards her the boy noticed long... fancy and silvery sticks? that reflected the light as she was scrutinizing them one by one. Curious, the boy stood up and walked closer, trying to see what he thought were sticks, pulling a hand out to grab one -quickly slapped away by the woman before she spoke. "What kind of idiot grabs a weapon by the blade-" she huffed before sighing "Amazed huh? I'm a blacksmith and those are for the army." she said to the ignorant teen whose face seemed quizical at the statement. She sighed again "your eyes are pale, I assume you're what- blind? how did you find yourself here?" she questioned the kid who had simply told her what happened to him and how she ended up in her workshop. "I see... Well I have a delivery to make, let's visit your parents after that." She said inviting him to eat while the boy sheepishly followed her. "Raise your chin soldier, to think you came this far with your condition is impressive, you deserve a meal. ......Also I made too much food for myself anyway and it's not like the land has none to spare." Both of them ate, talked about eachother letting the conversation be about everything and anything allowing the boy to vent about him feeling useless, something he considered a stigma in which the woman proposed for him to be an apprentice, saying that teaching him a bit of swordmanship wouldn't hurt. A proposition he was intrigued in but quickly thought about refusing, saying his parents wouldn't allow him to if they knew it involved blades. An answer she noted as she stood up to prepare for the trip, readying a cart with weapons and securing the whole. "Let's ask them directly then."

After the delivery the boy was excited, he had never been in the city nor been so close to the army. He was already imagining himself wielding a katana and acting like a kid would with such ideas: acting like he was blocking and counteratacking with all the cool special sounds effects. Soon they arrived at the fields and the woman relied on him to show her the way to his place, which was easy since he now could notice the usual landmarks he had memorized to compass his way. Arriving home his parents scolded him, wondering where he went off, a moment the blacksmith took to well, explain that at least he was unharmed and she had a deal to propose to them, directly mentioning Tatsuya's stigma about feeling useless and how she wouldn't mind an apprentice to help her at her workshop but he was thinking they would try to stop him.
The parents were confused, never noticing that was how their son felt, asking him if she was telling the truth and to that the boy silently nodded, slightly embarassed. They felt a bit ashamed and accepted that he would follow the path he would want to take.

Years had passed and the boy was now a man, the road wasn't easy but he had learned to use weapons like the extension of his arm, well, with the training he had. Knowing how to forge them he was often found testing the ones he was most proud of, the katana turning out to be his favorite choice as he focused to use techniques his master taught him, being attentive to his surroundings and analysing before striking. A general who had only been visiting his master as a friend noticed him training and saw potential in him to become a samurai, talking about it to his mentor before giving him a proposal to enter the army and be trained over there. Tatsuya was skeptical at first - to think such a proposition was offered to him? he remembered the times he had acted as if he was part or the infantry as a kid, making him grin as he accepted, only requesting for some time to talk about it to his familly.

His parents more accepting at the time, and thrustful of his capabilities were not hard to convince, simply giving him the rule to not die, give them some news from time to time and visit when he can.

Trivia:
  -When relying on his vision he can be found squinting really hard.
  -His sharp hearing compensates for his 'blindness', and sometimes he can be heard clicking his tongue to have better information about his surroundings.
  -When saying visual impairment he is not exactly blind, his eyes are clouded by cataract which lead to poor vision.
_Surprisingly good singer.
_Since he can't see he tends to juge someone beautiful or not by their kindness. Soothing voices are a plus though.

  - more tba

RP Preferences script / hc / semi-lit over lit, 2 paras is usually the most lit I do tbh i'm surprised i came with such a long ass history tho. Discord. Skype. Line.

Description


||PROFILE

Tatsuya Yoshimatsu
24 | hombre | 180cm | 82kg
Hooman | Oct 8th | Hoshido

||CLASS
Samurai | Iron Katana | D
  Skill: Sharpened senses - If Tatsuya's HP below half, he will receive +10 to hit and avoid.

||STATS

Lv 1
  || HP 24 - Str 12 - Mag 0 - Skl 12 - Spd 8 - Lck 5 - Def 4 - Res 4 - Mov 5

||PERSONAL INFO

Personality: +Reliable +Caring +Calm +Friendly ~Silent -Stubborn -Hard to read/understand -Picky -Rebellious

Tatsuya is a calm and benevolant man, caring and reliable he is sure to accomplish the tasks given to him as long as he has something to make out of it. Though while he looks like that it doesn't stop the man from trailing off from time to time, spending a day to relax instead of exercing himself on what he was meant to do. And when he took a decision it's hard to change his mind, even something as simple as not eating this weird looking pie. While he is sociable and shows a gentle side of himself he is still quite independant in his way of acting and had never really been used to teamworking, often disappearing silently and trailing off to the beaten path just because his 'instincts' tell him there's something interesting there.

Likes: Sweets - Minted Green tea - Relaxing breezes
Dislike: Loud peeps - Food spoiling - People just as stubborn as him

History:

TLDR: Just a countryside bobo in Hoshido that wants to proove he can be a strong samurai although being close to blind.

As a kid Tatsuya had no idea of the future he'd choose. Being the son of farmer parents and born with a visual impairment, his familly often overprotected him, scared that he would accidentally harm himself by falling or get lost and not be able to find his way back in the vast and 'confusing' fields in the outskirts of Hoshido as every of its angle would seem the same to the boy. They also assumed working in the fields with them would be a task too hard for him, and since they are fine as they are like that, he could just stay home. A thought that he was always fond of rebelling against, often playing outside of the "safe zone" his parents told him not to cross -which was simply their home- adventuring in the abundant fields of the land fighting the idea that his vision rendered him useless.

At first he would be brought home by the neighbors or easily found at a friend's place, sometimes helping them in their tasks and training his memory in order to eventually come back safely without any help. His parents impressed slowly let the boy do as he wished, as long as he would tell them where he was heading and be home every night or if he wished, to help them working and harvesting the soil. A rule he had never failed to obey, until he slowly started adventuring farther and father away to places harder to access. One day he got caught by the night, when his vision is the worst, having no landmarks to recognize as rain was pouring on his misery. Luckily he found shelter in a shed to pass the night but found himself yelled at in the next morning, by none other but the owner, pulled up by the collar as an angry woman was blaming him for breaking into her workshop and asking if the little rascal was here to mess with her belongings until she noticed his eyes and suddenly let go, making the boy crumble on the floor as she grumpily checked her creations' state.

Looking towards her the boy noticed long... fancy and silvery sticks? that reflected the light as she was scrutinizing them one by one. Curious, the boy stood up and walked closer, trying to see what he thought were sticks, pulling a hand out to grab one -quickly slapped away by the woman before she spoke. "What kind of idiot grabs a weapon by the blade-" she huffed before sighing "Amazed huh? I'm a blacksmith and those are for the army." she said to the ignorant teen whose face seemed quizical at the statement. She sighed again "your eyes are pale, I assume you're what- blind? how did you find yourself here?" she questioned the kid who had simply told her what happened to him and how she ended up in her workshop. "I see... Well I have a delivery to make, let's visit your parents after that." She said inviting him to eat while the boy sheepishly followed her. "Raise your chin soldier, to think you came this far with your condition is impressive, you deserve a meal. ......Also I made too much food for myself anyway and it's not like the land has none to spare." Both of them ate, talked about eachother letting the conversation be about everything and anything allowing the boy to vent about him feeling useless, something he considered a stigma in which the woman proposed for him to be an apprentice, saying that teaching him a bit of swordmanship wouldn't hurt. A proposition he was intrigued in but quickly thought about refusing, saying his parents wouldn't allow him to if they knew it involved blades. An answer she noted as she stood up to prepare for the trip, readying a cart with weapons and securing the whole. "Let's ask them directly then."

After the delivery the boy was excited, he had never been in the city nor been so close to the army. He was already imagining himself wielding a katana and acting like a kid would with such ideas: acting like he was blocking and counteratacking with all the cool special sounds effects. Soon they arrived at the fields and the woman relied on him to show her the way to his place, which was easy since he now could notice the usual landmarks he had memorized to compass his way. Arriving home his parents scolded him, wondering where he went off, a moment the blacksmith took to well, explain that at least he was unharmed and she had a deal to propose to them, directly mentioning Tatsuya's stigma about feeling useless and how she wouldn't mind an apprentice to help her at her workshop but he was thinking they would try to stop him.
The parents were confused, never noticing that was how their son felt, asking him if she was telling the truth and to that the boy silently nodded, slightly embarassed. They felt a bit ashamed and accepted that he would follow the path he would want to take.

Years had passed and the boy was now a man, the road wasn't easy but he had learned to use weapons like the extension of his arm, well, with the training he had. Knowing how to forge them he was often found testing the ones he was most proud of, the katana turning out to be his favorite choice as he focused to use techniques his master taught him, being attentive to his surroundings and analysing before striking. A general who had only been visiting his master as a friend noticed him training and saw potential in him to become a samurai, talking about it to his mentor before giving him a proposal to enter the army and be trained over there. Tatsuya was skeptical at first - to think such a proposition was offered to him? he remembered the times he had acted as if he was part or the infantry as a kid, making him grin as he accepted, only requesting for some time to talk about it to his familly.

His parents more accepting at the time, and thrustful of his capabilities were not hard to convince, simply giving him the rule to not die, give them some news from time to time and visit when he can.

Trivia:
  -When relying on his vision he can be found squinting really hard.
  -His sharp hearing compensates for his 'blindness', and sometimes he can be heard clicking his tongue to have better information about his surroundings.
  -When saying visual impairment he is not exactly blind, his eyes are clouded by cataract which lead to poor vision.
_Surprisingly good singer.
_Since he can't see he tends to juge someone beautiful or not by their kindness. Soothing voices are a plus though.

  - more tba

RP Preferences script / hc / semi-lit over lit, 2 paras is usually the most lit I do tbh i'm surprised i came with such a long ass history tho. Discord. Skype. Line.