Musashi Yukimura, The Two Tails
Sept 10, 2021 15:05:55 GMT -8
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Name: Musashi Yukimura (武蔵 幸村)
Alias: The Two Tails
Species: 1/2 Human, 1/4 Beastman, 1/4 Kaibyo (Cat Demon)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Voice: Shiro Saito/Terrence Stone
Referred by: N/A
Appearance: Musashi is a 3’8”, 90 lbs white anthropomorphic cat who wears a distinct orange and black gi with an eared hood and cat paws on the sleeves. Three, razor sharp claws are capable of extending from the paw sleeves to be just as effective as slashing his foes as his blades are. On his back in a red sheath, he sports two katana-like swords called, “The Twin Tails.” Both swords sheath into opposite ends of the scabbard.
Beneath his hood, Musashi’s left eye is sanguine-red and his right is covered in an eyepatch. No one is certain if Musashi is missing an eye or has one hidden beneath his patch. It may just be another trick up the mysterious swordsman’s sleeves. As his alias describes, unlike normal cats, Musashi has two cat tails that are prehensile and capable of wielding his swords like an extra pair of arms. The cat is light and silent on his feet. His acrobatic fighting style and short height makes him a difficult target to hit.
Personality: Musashi is friendly and modest about his fighting capabilities. He is a wanderlust who never stays in the same place and travels the world seeking out opponents to test his strength against as a means to self-improve. While he is the spawn between a human and a kaibyo, Musashi was inspired by his parents’ love for each other and is determined not to transform into a monster like his mother. He has been given the chance to live and see this wonderful world he was born into, and Musashi is determined to see it to the end.
The cat tends to encounter people who need help during his travels, and like a hero, he tends to come to their aid. However, Musashi doesn’t like the spotlight, and so he always seems to vanish after he helps others, leaving behind a small legend.
Like cats, Musashi likes milk, fish, and cat nip. However, he doesn’t go chasing laser lights or fluffy objects on a string. His human genes have given him the discipline to resist such impulses. He can see in the dark, his balance is outstanding, and like a cat, he always lands on his feet. Musashi will often perch on the shoulders of taller characters, revealing some lazy qualities he has. If he doesn’t have to walk, then he’ll conserve his energy and nap.
History: Musashi was born to a human father named Date, and a nekomata mother. His mother started as Date’s pet calico bobtail named Momo who he believed was a maneki-neko for she always brought him good luck. When Date was a young man, he was a skilled samurai who traveled the world challenging martial artists. He always had Momo with him and was often mocked for having her. However, whenever Momo was present, Date won every single one of his duels. He even believed she saved his life once when he suffered a near fatal wound. Date and Momo were inseparable, and if there was ever an inn who refused to let Momo accompany him, then he would sleep in the wild or in the streets than be separated from her.
As Date and Momo both grew older, Momo started to undergo a horrible transformation. One night, she transformed into a cat monster and succumbed to her feral instincts. She committed murders in the village, and Date along with other hired swords were tasked with putting her down. Many swordsmen fell to Momo until Date faced her. While Momo ferociously attacked her master, Date never once attacked her. He tried desperately to call out to her heart until finally, his love reached and purified her. Momo transformed from a nekomata into a beautiful young woman with cat ears. Momo told Date her true name was Yuki like in his surname. As a cat, she couldn’t speak, but she didn’t mind the name he had given her.
Date and Yuki retreated into the mountains and married; and months after, she became pregnant. When Yuki gave birth to Musashi, Date was secretly disappointed that he came out being more cat than human. Growing up, Date didn’t show much affection to the kitten. He felt too embarrassed and would often tell others that he didn’t have a child. This angered Yuki, and they often argued. When Musashi grew older, he picked up a bokken one day and started swinging it, which had intrigued his father. The two spent time together training and Yuki was relieved to see that Date was finally starting to accept his son.
When Musashi turned sixteen-years-old, he decided to leave his mountain home to go travel the world. Yuki was against it, but Date, remembering how they both had done so together when they were young and foolish, convinced Yuki to let him go. It was a journey that would mature him and teach him valuable lessons; and Musashi has been traveling ever since.
RP Sample: The tavern was lively this time of night. The blizzard had snowed most of the houses in, but rather than be a victim trapped in their own homes, those determined and desperate for human contact trudged through the snow and ice to the pub. The pub was in high spirits with music. A traveling music troop were taking shelter in the establishment and singing folk songs that eased the hearts of the frustrated villagers.
A barmaid waded between the busy tables carrying fistfuls of steins. She walked over to a table occupied by sellswords. The riff-raff were eyeing her, watching how she set the eight beers—she had four per fist—upon the table without spilling even the foam. They were hired help who were supposed to be clearing the roads and protecting the village from monsters, but they had mainly been lazing about the place.
One mercenary wearing a red headband leaned forward on the table to shamelessly eye the barmaid’s cleavage when she had bent over. When she straightened, she rested her hands upon her jean-clad hips and smiled as she marveled her skills.
Not a single drop spilled! That’s eight today, she proudly thought.
“You’re pretty good at that,” the merc noted.
The barmaid blushed and said, “Thanks! I used to be really bad, but I kept practicing.”
She performed a bicep curl, flexing a bump of a muscle as she stated, “I must be getting stronger.”
“I like strong women.”
Crap. Not another one, the barmaid thought. It hadn’t been the first-time mercenaries had flirted with her. The other bar staff told her that she should see it as a compliment, but she couldn’t. What did these goons know about her any way besides her looks? She bluntly ignored his comment as she bade, “Enjoy your drink gentlemen. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.”
The merc quickly snatched her wrist and turned her back around. There was a lecherous grin on his face as he replied, “I know what you can help me with.”
The barmaid felt the palm of her hand heat up in preparation for a slap when out of nowhere, a child wearing an orange hoodie casually walked between them. His sleeve-covered hand was a blur, touching the merc’s wrist and leaving behind three, bloody slash marks. The barmaid was immediately released as the mercenary howled: “AGH! WHAT THE HECK!”
The barmaid’s head snapped in the child’s direction, and her eyes lowered down his back to see two black tails oscillating from beneath his clothing. The merc immediately stood to his feet, spurring the others at his table to stand if only to hopefully excite a fight.
“Hey, you little shit! Get over here!” he demanded.
The mysterious cat named Musashi continued over to the bar as though he hadn’t heard him. He leapt up to the stool and briefly sat on his haunches before his paws settled on the countertop. The mercenary’s face turned red in his anger. The barmaid attempted to quell him. She raised her hands and begged, “Please don’t start a commotion. Everyone is just trying to relax.”
The mercenary shoved the barmaid out of his way nearly sending her to the floor. “Get outta my way!”
Him and three other goons marched over to the counter and before they could get close, there was a gleam that pierced his eyes. The merc’s eyes snapped shut and he stopped. When his eyes opened again, a tip of a sword was at his nose, leading down to the tail that was holding it.
“You should show some manners, nya,” Musashi calmly stated.
The merc’s eyes were nervously wide and yet he still seemed determined to get his revenge on the cat. “You…you scratched me!”
“You’re lucky I didn’t take your hand off, nya. So how about you and your buddies head back to your table and enjoy your beers.”
“We got this flea-bitten-”
As soon as the other mercs attempted to draw blaster pistols, Musashi’s triangular ear twitched beneath his hoody, and he backflipped into the air. He landed upon the shoulder of the merc with the headband, and his left tail slashed the barrel off the first pistol, while his right one drew his second sword and took the barrel off the second pistol. He held his paw between the headband merc’s chin. His claws were splayed like karambits, shining in the light just inches from his throat.
Musashi was purring, while he smiled at the headband merc. His crimson eye peered into his green one. “Those were my last warnings.”
The headband merc gulped and told the others, “Let’s…head back to the table.”
The two mercs behind him slowly started to back away. Musashi’s tails flipped the swords around and slid them back into their sheath at his back. His claws retracted like switchblades.
“Good man. No hard feelings, nya?”
“Get away from me,” the merc growled with a hard scowl on his face.
Musashi sprang back over to the stool, and the bartender happily addressed him as though nothing had happened, “Good Evening, Sir. What can I get you?”
“Some warm milk please,” Musashi ordered. He then placed a canteen on the counter. “Could you also fill this up with some of your strongest whiskey please?”
The bartender’s brows rose in surprise at the cat’s request. He stared at his sharp teeth bared in a cheesy grin. Taking the canteen, he nodded. “I’ll get that taken care of.”
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Alias: The Two Tails
Species: 1/2 Human, 1/4 Beastman, 1/4 Kaibyo (Cat Demon)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Voice: Shiro Saito/Terrence Stone
Referred by: N/A
Appearance: Musashi is a 3’8”, 90 lbs white anthropomorphic cat who wears a distinct orange and black gi with an eared hood and cat paws on the sleeves. Three, razor sharp claws are capable of extending from the paw sleeves to be just as effective as slashing his foes as his blades are. On his back in a red sheath, he sports two katana-like swords called, “The Twin Tails.” Both swords sheath into opposite ends of the scabbard.
Beneath his hood, Musashi’s left eye is sanguine-red and his right is covered in an eyepatch. No one is certain if Musashi is missing an eye or has one hidden beneath his patch. It may just be another trick up the mysterious swordsman’s sleeves. As his alias describes, unlike normal cats, Musashi has two cat tails that are prehensile and capable of wielding his swords like an extra pair of arms. The cat is light and silent on his feet. His acrobatic fighting style and short height makes him a difficult target to hit.
Personality: Musashi is friendly and modest about his fighting capabilities. He is a wanderlust who never stays in the same place and travels the world seeking out opponents to test his strength against as a means to self-improve. While he is the spawn between a human and a kaibyo, Musashi was inspired by his parents’ love for each other and is determined not to transform into a monster like his mother. He has been given the chance to live and see this wonderful world he was born into, and Musashi is determined to see it to the end.
The cat tends to encounter people who need help during his travels, and like a hero, he tends to come to their aid. However, Musashi doesn’t like the spotlight, and so he always seems to vanish after he helps others, leaving behind a small legend.
Like cats, Musashi likes milk, fish, and cat nip. However, he doesn’t go chasing laser lights or fluffy objects on a string. His human genes have given him the discipline to resist such impulses. He can see in the dark, his balance is outstanding, and like a cat, he always lands on his feet. Musashi will often perch on the shoulders of taller characters, revealing some lazy qualities he has. If he doesn’t have to walk, then he’ll conserve his energy and nap.
History: Musashi was born to a human father named Date, and a nekomata mother. His mother started as Date’s pet calico bobtail named Momo who he believed was a maneki-neko for she always brought him good luck. When Date was a young man, he was a skilled samurai who traveled the world challenging martial artists. He always had Momo with him and was often mocked for having her. However, whenever Momo was present, Date won every single one of his duels. He even believed she saved his life once when he suffered a near fatal wound. Date and Momo were inseparable, and if there was ever an inn who refused to let Momo accompany him, then he would sleep in the wild or in the streets than be separated from her.
As Date and Momo both grew older, Momo started to undergo a horrible transformation. One night, she transformed into a cat monster and succumbed to her feral instincts. She committed murders in the village, and Date along with other hired swords were tasked with putting her down. Many swordsmen fell to Momo until Date faced her. While Momo ferociously attacked her master, Date never once attacked her. He tried desperately to call out to her heart until finally, his love reached and purified her. Momo transformed from a nekomata into a beautiful young woman with cat ears. Momo told Date her true name was Yuki like in his surname. As a cat, she couldn’t speak, but she didn’t mind the name he had given her.
Date and Yuki retreated into the mountains and married; and months after, she became pregnant. When Yuki gave birth to Musashi, Date was secretly disappointed that he came out being more cat than human. Growing up, Date didn’t show much affection to the kitten. He felt too embarrassed and would often tell others that he didn’t have a child. This angered Yuki, and they often argued. When Musashi grew older, he picked up a bokken one day and started swinging it, which had intrigued his father. The two spent time together training and Yuki was relieved to see that Date was finally starting to accept his son.
When Musashi turned sixteen-years-old, he decided to leave his mountain home to go travel the world. Yuki was against it, but Date, remembering how they both had done so together when they were young and foolish, convinced Yuki to let him go. It was a journey that would mature him and teach him valuable lessons; and Musashi has been traveling ever since.
RP Sample: The tavern was lively this time of night. The blizzard had snowed most of the houses in, but rather than be a victim trapped in their own homes, those determined and desperate for human contact trudged through the snow and ice to the pub. The pub was in high spirits with music. A traveling music troop were taking shelter in the establishment and singing folk songs that eased the hearts of the frustrated villagers.
A barmaid waded between the busy tables carrying fistfuls of steins. She walked over to a table occupied by sellswords. The riff-raff were eyeing her, watching how she set the eight beers—she had four per fist—upon the table without spilling even the foam. They were hired help who were supposed to be clearing the roads and protecting the village from monsters, but they had mainly been lazing about the place.
One mercenary wearing a red headband leaned forward on the table to shamelessly eye the barmaid’s cleavage when she had bent over. When she straightened, she rested her hands upon her jean-clad hips and smiled as she marveled her skills.
Not a single drop spilled! That’s eight today, she proudly thought.
“You’re pretty good at that,” the merc noted.
The barmaid blushed and said, “Thanks! I used to be really bad, but I kept practicing.”
She performed a bicep curl, flexing a bump of a muscle as she stated, “I must be getting stronger.”
“I like strong women.”
Crap. Not another one, the barmaid thought. It hadn’t been the first-time mercenaries had flirted with her. The other bar staff told her that she should see it as a compliment, but she couldn’t. What did these goons know about her any way besides her looks? She bluntly ignored his comment as she bade, “Enjoy your drink gentlemen. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.”
The merc quickly snatched her wrist and turned her back around. There was a lecherous grin on his face as he replied, “I know what you can help me with.”
The barmaid felt the palm of her hand heat up in preparation for a slap when out of nowhere, a child wearing an orange hoodie casually walked between them. His sleeve-covered hand was a blur, touching the merc’s wrist and leaving behind three, bloody slash marks. The barmaid was immediately released as the mercenary howled: “AGH! WHAT THE HECK!”
The barmaid’s head snapped in the child’s direction, and her eyes lowered down his back to see two black tails oscillating from beneath his clothing. The merc immediately stood to his feet, spurring the others at his table to stand if only to hopefully excite a fight.
“Hey, you little shit! Get over here!” he demanded.
The mysterious cat named Musashi continued over to the bar as though he hadn’t heard him. He leapt up to the stool and briefly sat on his haunches before his paws settled on the countertop. The mercenary’s face turned red in his anger. The barmaid attempted to quell him. She raised her hands and begged, “Please don’t start a commotion. Everyone is just trying to relax.”
The mercenary shoved the barmaid out of his way nearly sending her to the floor. “Get outta my way!”
Him and three other goons marched over to the counter and before they could get close, there was a gleam that pierced his eyes. The merc’s eyes snapped shut and he stopped. When his eyes opened again, a tip of a sword was at his nose, leading down to the tail that was holding it.
“You should show some manners, nya,” Musashi calmly stated.
The merc’s eyes were nervously wide and yet he still seemed determined to get his revenge on the cat. “You…you scratched me!”
“You’re lucky I didn’t take your hand off, nya. So how about you and your buddies head back to your table and enjoy your beers.”
“We got this flea-bitten-”
As soon as the other mercs attempted to draw blaster pistols, Musashi’s triangular ear twitched beneath his hoody, and he backflipped into the air. He landed upon the shoulder of the merc with the headband, and his left tail slashed the barrel off the first pistol, while his right one drew his second sword and took the barrel off the second pistol. He held his paw between the headband merc’s chin. His claws were splayed like karambits, shining in the light just inches from his throat.
Musashi was purring, while he smiled at the headband merc. His crimson eye peered into his green one. “Those were my last warnings.”
The headband merc gulped and told the others, “Let’s…head back to the table.”
The two mercs behind him slowly started to back away. Musashi’s tails flipped the swords around and slid them back into their sheath at his back. His claws retracted like switchblades.
“Good man. No hard feelings, nya?”
“Get away from me,” the merc growled with a hard scowl on his face.
Musashi sprang back over to the stool, and the bartender happily addressed him as though nothing had happened, “Good Evening, Sir. What can I get you?”
“Some warm milk please,” Musashi ordered. He then placed a canteen on the counter. “Could you also fill this up with some of your strongest whiskey please?”
The bartender’s brows rose in surprise at the cat’s request. He stared at his sharp teeth bared in a cheesy grin. Taking the canteen, he nodded. “I’ll get that taken care of.”
Equipment:
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2.
3.
4.
Inventory:
Item Classifications
Weapons:
Outfits:
Restorative:
Grenades:
Supplementary:
Vehicles: