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The Story:

There is a man who travels Edo that smells of liquor and blood. His skill, however, is not with any sword or knife but rather with tools of every craft imaginable. He has lost his way both literally and figuratively as he wanders around this now foreign countryside in search of something, anything to numb the pain. His usual outlets are excessive amounts of drink, opiates, violence, and fornication. To this day nothing fills the emptiness deep in his soul and the shambles of his sanity cling loosely threaded together by memories destroyed and/or nearly forgotten.
His past is a story he'll tell to anyone that cares to listen: How his pirate crew traveled the seas in search of treasure and adventure and his role as the ship's repairman granted him a front row seat to all the knowledge and wonders of the world. Until one fateful day when his mates came upon a vessel so large and so dreadful it was said to have been captained by the Devil himself. That night they all met their death, all except for him who somehow survived floating amongst the wreckage until eventually being deposited on a remote island. It was there that he became truly lost as he struggled for years to survive isolated and afraid with only his haunting nightmares to accompany him. He was finally found by a medical ship that was in search for new herbs and roots, they nursed his body back to health but his mind was beyond repair. Their most puzzling discovery was that he had somehow subsisted off of eating several types of vegetation known to be highly toxic and deadly poisonous. Yet the only result from this was his constantly emaciated figure and an almost constant level of illness that gives him a rather weak appearance. Despite numerous attempts to kill himself with various kinds of overdoses, he remained alive and conscious much to his dismay and the medic’s confusion. Later they discovered that his body had done more than just build up an immunity to poison but that he actually assimilated the poisons and became toxic to the touch depending on what he ingests.
Mr. Fixit grew tired of failed suicide attempts and tried to meet his end in a more honorable way- through combat- only to find another reason to live: Blood. Violence. Rage. The intensity of combat that he had long shunned as a pirate was introduced to him anew stirring up overwhelmingly passionate feelings within him and his demented soul. In his tragic life, he had at last found a joy, albeit a perverted one, in making tangible the insane vertigo of torture and torment that crawled around in his mind. He found his way to the Japanese islands after wandering aimlessly from port to port and set up shop there as a general mechanic and repairman. He has gained local fame despite being a foreigner for his ability to eat the poisonous fugu fish as well as ingesting lethal amounts of alcohol and drugs without dying. Despite being constantly drunk he has impeccable skill with almost any tool around and although his talk is usually nonsensical and to himself, in rare moments of sobriety he reveals some of his worldly knowledge.
Due to his troubled past coupled with a constant influx of various toxins, Mr. Fixit suffers from severe delusions and an overall disconnect with reality; this sometimes aids him in fights as his altered mind often grants him a supernatural amount of durability and strength. He is trained in no formal combat but has picked up every dirty trick and tactic imaginable in his travels and uses them to every advantage. He has a garish code of morals and prides himself on his dirty fighting and lust for sin. Among his dirtiest tactics is his own poisonous body as he is able to sometimes concentrate the toxins at specific points, which he can infect others with but he risks inadvertently damaging himself in the process. His tools are the weapons he feels most comfortable with and has a wide variety of artifacts for any occasion that arises. Most likely a psychological defect, he seems to gain a great deal of strength, stamina, focus, and speed after intimate contact with a woman. It is during these times that he is best suited for battle and can use his poisonous attacks with the least detriment to himself. Others seem to be impressed first by his skill with tools, but more recently for his inability to die no matter how much damage his body takes.
Indeed Mr. Fixit has a sense of absolute recklessness and almost masochistic fervor when it comes to fighting. He becomes physically, mentally, emotionally, even sexually aroused at the sight of blood or the feel of parting flesh. His relentless quest to seek destruction drove him to enter the dueler's league in hopes of quenching his sadistic thirst. Now for the first time in a long time a once proud man has found a specific mission...
will it help bring order to his chaotic life or prove to be another catalyst in his ever increasing insanity... ?

Height: 6’4”
Weight: 190 lbs
Build: Slim/emaciated
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black (always half in cornrows and half as messy tendrils)
Hobbies: Painting and Wood Carving
Likes: Blood, liquor, drugs, sex, slicing, stabbing, the sound of something breaking, women (especially Asian), dark colors (specially in liquids), cemeteries, spiders, and cats
Dislikes: Boredom, non-uniform patterns (i.e. uneven cobblestone or tiling), blonde hair, and water
Favorite Food: Shrimp
Date of Birth: Feb. 21
Sign: Pisces

OK, so if you know me you shoulda seen something like this in the works. My submission for the Samurai Duelers League hosted by I'm so MAD at how long it took me to get this done but hopefully it looks professional. Plus I think the story is kick ass. Wish me luck

Description
The Story:

There is a man who travels Edo that smells of liquor and blood. His skill, however, is not with any sword or knife but rather with tools of every craft imaginable. He has lost his way both literally and figuratively as he wanders around this now foreign countryside in search of something, anything to numb the pain. His usual outlets are excessive amounts of drink, opiates, violence, and fornication. To this day nothing fills the emptiness deep in his soul and the shambles of his sanity cling loosely threaded together by memories destroyed and/or nearly forgotten.
His past is a story he'll tell to anyone that cares to listen: How his pirate crew traveled the seas in search of treasure and adventure and his role as the ship's repairman granted him a front row seat to all the knowledge and wonders of the world. Until one fateful day when his mates came upon a vessel so large and so dreadful it was said to have been captained by the Devil himself. That night they all met their death, all except for him who somehow survived floating amongst the wreckage until eventually being deposited on a remote island. It was there that he became truly lost as he struggled for years to survive isolated and afraid with only his haunting nightmares to accompany him. He was finally found by a medical ship that was in search for new herbs and roots, they nursed his body back to health but his mind was beyond repair. Their most puzzling discovery was that he had somehow subsisted off of eating several types of vegetation known to be highly toxic and deadly poisonous. Yet the only result from this was his constantly emaciated figure and an almost constant level of illness that gives him a rather weak appearance. Despite numerous attempts to kill himself with various kinds of overdoses, he remained alive and conscious much to his dismay and the medic’s confusion. Later they discovered that his body had done more than just build up an immunity to poison but that he actually assimilated the poisons and became toxic to the touch depending on what he ingests.
Mr. Fixit grew tired of failed suicide attempts and tried to meet his end in a more honorable way- through combat- only to find another reason to live: Blood. Violence. Rage. The intensity of combat that he had long shunned as a pirate was introduced to him anew stirring up overwhelmingly passionate feelings within him and his demented soul. In his tragic life, he had at last found a joy, albeit a perverted one, in making tangible the insane vertigo of torture and torment that crawled around in his mind. He found his way to the Japanese islands after wandering aimlessly from port to port and set up shop there as a general mechanic and repairman. He has gained local fame despite being a foreigner for his ability to eat the poisonous fugu fish as well as ingesting lethal amounts of alcohol and drugs without dying. Despite being constantly drunk he has impeccable skill with almost any tool around and although his talk is usually nonsensical and to himself, in rare moments of sobriety he reveals some of his worldly knowledge.
Due to his troubled past coupled with a constant influx of various toxins, Mr. Fixit suffers from severe delusions and an overall disconnect with reality; this sometimes aids him in fights as his altered mind often grants him a supernatural amount of durability and strength. He is trained in no formal combat but has picked up every dirty trick and tactic imaginable in his travels and uses them to every advantage. He has a garish code of morals and prides himself on his dirty fighting and lust for sin. Among his dirtiest tactics is his own poisonous body as he is able to sometimes concentrate the toxins at specific points, which he can infect others with but he risks inadvertently damaging himself in the process. His tools are the weapons he feels most comfortable with and has a wide variety of artifacts for any occasion that arises. Most likely a psychological defect, he seems to gain a great deal of strength, stamina, focus, and speed after intimate contact with a woman. It is during these times that he is best suited for battle and can use his poisonous attacks with the least detriment to himself. Others seem to be impressed first by his skill with tools, but more recently for his inability to die no matter how much damage his body takes.
Indeed Mr. Fixit has a sense of absolute recklessness and almost masochistic fervor when it comes to fighting. He becomes physically, mentally, emotionally, even sexually aroused at the sight of blood or the feel of parting flesh. His relentless quest to seek destruction drove him to enter the dueler's league in hopes of quenching his sadistic thirst. Now for the first time in a long time a once proud man has found a specific mission...
will it help bring order to his chaotic life or prove to be another catalyst in his ever increasing insanity... ?

Height: 6’4”
Weight: 190 lbs
Build: Slim/emaciated
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black (always half in cornrows and half as messy tendrils)
Hobbies: Painting and Wood Carving
Likes: Blood, liquor, drugs, sex, slicing, stabbing, the sound of something breaking, women (especially Asian), dark colors (specially in liquids), cemeteries, spiders, and cats
Dislikes: Boredom, non-uniform patterns (i.e. uneven cobblestone or tiling), blonde hair, and water
Favorite Food: Shrimp
Date of Birth: Feb. 21
Sign: Pisces

OK, so if you know me you shoulda seen something like this in the works. My submission for the Samurai Duelers League hosted by I'm so MAD at how long it took me to get this done but hopefully it looks professional. Plus I think the story is kick ass. Wish me luck