Personal Info
Name: Renji Muramasa
Alias: N/A
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 195
Zodiac Sign: Horse
Personality: My path is my own, I take no refuge in alliances or unkempt chaos, but move to the flow like a river. From years spent under the tutelage of Muramasa, I have become cold in demeanor. It isn't unusual to see me looking pissed off about something, like I've got a bone to pick with someone---I usually do. I have a very combative and aggressive spirit, most likely a trait from my great-grandfather. Speaking of which, with his spirit residing in his katana, his doctrines have influenced a major portion of my personality.
Attached as an aura to me, the spirit of Gengyo. my ancestor guides me with what wisdom he bestows upon me, even if it is sinister and dark in content. Having spent so long attached to the blade of Muramasa, I have fallen to his will throughout the time that I have held the longsword. I've become bloodthirsty since my first kill; I am a stoic killer who doesn't believe in contempt, I just perform to my own insatiable desires. While it isn't uncommon for me to find common ground with a person or a group, I would prefer to steer clear of any guild since I am more inclined to kill as I please. Other people don't mesh too well with me given my Aura of Misfortune, which tends to bring the group morale down with its sadistic tendencies.
I tend to drink, which causes me to become more sensual and aggressive depending on the situation. While I am a man that kills, I do have a much softer and reserved side, which only a female can bring out of me. I come off as arrogant and I get annoyed quickly by other people who disagree with me. I guess you could say that my rash demeanor will lead to my defeat... I usually strike first and ask questions later, if that person has even managed to survive my initial attack. One thing I dislike the most is to waste my time and have my time wasted by another. This is usually why I tend to move along my path alone with the ever-present spirit of Gengyo being my only source of solace.
Appearance: 
Erect, I stand at 6'2" tall; I am lean and defined like the mountains. Since I am a swordsman and an active believer in physical arts, I boast a muscular build when compared to most other men. I was raised to fight. Weighing 170 pounds works at my benefit: it allows me to move fluidly, still, yet also attack with either finesse or sternness. My skin has been tanned from the exposure to the sun in the coarse lands of Sword Country, which lays west beyond the desert regions of Wind Country. I possess the tribal clan tattoos of the Muramasa on my body, gained from winning consecutive kenjutsu battles between the neighboring clans. My full torso displays the markings, as does my back, neck and arms.
Crimson hair flows on my head like blood. I prefer it down, as it natural, but I will put it into a high ponytail on occasion; doing this reveals my widow's peak and more tattoos that I possess on my face. Looking in clear water, I can see that my reflection has a strong nose and a naturally stern look. I possess amber eyes that can appear brown, another trait that I had inherited from my great-grandfather. My lips can become thin when I feel terse and sharp featured whenever I leer my eyes viciously at an opponent. The usual face I don is one that looks totally uninterested and annoyed unless its either drinking or sword fighting involved.. preferably both.
There are times that I do wear headbands to aid in keeping my hair up. Starting with my standard attire, I don a black kimono and a white undergarment underneath that. The sleeves of the kimono are fairly long, as are the pants. My feet rest in tabi sandals. I will wear looser clothing to hide the lithe look of my body, and prefer dark colors like black, red and maroon to wear over other colors. On my wrists, I wear black gauntlets and bandages around my forearm; the gauntlets aid me in hand-to-hand scenarios. I do sport a black cloak over my body, wherein I keep my smaller items like knives and scrolls.
The Muramasa-katana is my most prized possession. It is a finely crafted weapon, forged by great-grandfather Gengyo himself. The hilt of the weapon is wrapped in black cloth with maroon accents with a black rounded pommel. The blade of the longsword is incredibly acute, which Gengyo-hiouji prided himself on. Through this weapon I am able to commune with his spirit. He bestows wisdom upon me, yet is also my source of misfortune---making this weapon truly a double-edged sword.
History: I.. I don't even know where to begin. I suppose my story began before my birth, with the passing of my great-grandfather. He was a famous Lord in the Land of Anguish; his skill as a practitioner of kenjutsu spread the clan name of Muramasa throughout the jagged lands of our far-off country. There had been several families--namely the Muramasa---that had been at wars for years for the right to daimyo, each one claiming that their bloodline had been far superior than their rivaling ichizoku's. My great-grandfather harbored many conflicting emotions against these other natives of Anguish. He was a man driven by a passion for Muramasa steel that turned into a bitter hate for other tempered metals. It would seem that I was born to continue this "Curse of Muramasa" that my great-grandfather--Gengyo--started.
.. And it all is carried on through our blade.
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Having been born while my grandfather was nearing his death, my father was considered the next head-of-house while my uncle would fall to become his underling. Even with the animosity between the three rivaling clans spiraling out of control, there were still situations of in-family rivalries that caused bad blood between two brothers. Most of it boiled down to who would inherit the sword of their grandfather---my great-grandfather: would it rightfully fall to me, their heir apparent, following suit of my father once I had grown of age; or my cousin, who was four years older than I, and already working with civilians in their art. Yet once I emerged from my mother's womb, it had been unanimously decided that I would inherit the Muramasa-katana - I possessed the same red hair that my great-grandfather did.
There were many times in my youth that I was subjected to fighting against my elder cousins and other children from the surrounding areas of anguish. Through many experiences as an adolescent, I was pit against people older than me in simple bouts, to test the strength and skills in combat of the upcoming descendants of the three greatest royal clans in Anguish. Many times I failed to stand strong as the future head of the Muramasa. Most of it was because once my grandfather had passed, I had lost the meaning of competition; I had no drive. Even though I was eight at the time of his passing and old enough to get over that sullen loss, I could not shake it for the life of me. By this time I still hadn't proven myself to be worthy of my inheritance, so rigorously I trained and relentlessly I fought against those of the outer family. During one intense annual kenjutsu battle, I lost control.
It all happened so suddenly. When I saw that he had fallen for my feint, I moved in for the final blow. I didn't expect for it to be so lethal, though, for as soon as my blade reached his flesh, his dominant arm slid smoothly off of his body. At first, I panicked. What had I done? I was only nine or ten at the time, even though I knew how gory the history of our clans had been, I didn't expect to rekindle it so suddenly at that young an age. The father of the young Kanenobu swordsman was outraged at the loss of his son's dominant arm. I had been coerced to take his life by the word of his father, as he would have just lived his days as a disgrace to his ichizoku had I not. I panicked at first because I didn't understand that truly cutting someone had felt so good. My reward for showing superior swordsmanship in that uneventful bout would end up becoming the prelude to the acquisition of my great-grandfather's personal katana, crafted almost a century and a half ago. Little did I know, was that the Muramasa-katana had been cursed with the spirit of my ancestor.
Great-grandfather Gengyo had---long before my time---traveled to the continents of the Great Shinobi Villages to train in the ninjustu style of the ibwa clan. The man who had created this clan had taken my great-grandfather under his tutelage in the Land of frost, where he would grow later to become a master of the style, but his name had been barred from the true masters. Gengyo was a very dark and evil man and according to the old scrolls of my ichizoku, he had killed several of his students when they failed to acknowledge the acuteness of the Muramasa-branded jashin belief. That is why his name had been removed from the known roster of the masters; yet he would return to the south and desert lands of anguish to teach his children of the jashin way, prompting his descendants to want too learn the techniques initially. Others would travel to various clan areas in the land to continue their understanding of the way of the immortal while many others remained in the home country to hone their skills in kinjustu and juinjustu as scholars. It wasn't a surprise that I had been taught of these techniques when I had first learned how to wield a blade.
I remained in the lands of anguish watching over the family home and eventually gaining my birth right as lord of the family once i was prepared and the war had died down however i set my sights on the greater lands of immortals, where my great-grandfather had began his journey so long ago...
Human Civilian
Land of Origin: Land of Anguish
Clan: Muramasa(Royalty)
Primary Work: Lord
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Subject: Renji Muramasa 
4th January 2015, 3:47 pm
