Name: Kaishin Demache
Currency: 200 Yen
Physical Description: This man has unfriendly, jade-colored eyes that glow strangely. He has neck-length, straight, cobalt blue hair which partially conceals his eyes. His build is rather thin; in fact, Demache is quite a frail person for his age and class since his training revolved around forms and concentration. He was never really used to fighting, save for a little sparring, and even that was made safe. His skin is fairly tan due to his outdoor hobbies and his love for the sun’s rays.
Personality: A person can find out so much about a person by his emotions, but only when they're displayed. That is why Kaishin tries hard to remain expressionless, unless he wants a person to know how he feels. During battle, he tries to maintain a continuous smirk, not to indicate that he feels cocky, but happy to battle them. One of the big hobbies Kaishin has is expressing his individuality and neutralism towards everyone around him. Something random about Demache is that he really enjoys planting flowers.
‘There will always be good and evil. So?’~Kaishin
‘Whoah. Calm down man.’~Kaishin
‘A Battle? Yes Please!’ ~Kaishin
History: Kaishin Demache was once a kind hearted young man with little intent of fighting or saving anyone in the world. He was an artist, a planter, and a lover of the forest. But when the newest problems of Edo occurred, his entire life changed. The boy now is cold-hearted and has a continuous lust for battle (however week he may be). This is the story of the young child who would never be the same.
Fires consume Kaishen’s family and home, the new force destroying everything that was important to him at the time. Kaishen had been traveling in the forest, drawing pictures of plants and animal when this occurred. He came back to his village with devastation and sadness in his eyes. Fleeing to the capital of Edo like everyone else, Kaishen was able to avoid the destruction. After two years of living as an orphan, Demache’s life revolved around a goal, a promise to help save the world from the destructive force.
At the age of sixteen, the boy joined an expensive martial arts school. For two years he worked very hard to pay for this school only to realize that it was all fake. They only taught him forms and how to punch, they never taught him how to really fight; they only took his money. So, now sixteen, he left that school and joined a more practical school that didn’t cost him a thing save for the wooden katana he would have to pay for in order to learn how to become a Samurai. With his training started he would someday take down that stupid school and the new force.