Hira Makura, This is what 7 months gets you.

[Neo Hishota]

Name: Hira Makura

Class: Ranger

Race: Ni'nha

Gender: Male

Equipment: Subtlety is the key. "Dont you think people notice a 4 foot blade sticking out of your side?" Hira once said. So, the closes thing that Hira carries to a sword compared to the "safety hazards" most people carry around is a 1 1/2' kodachi at his right side. On his legs, hidden by his long pants are two dagger holders filled, of course, by short daggers.

Ability: Moving right along with the idea of subtlety, we go to his ability. Hira has to ability to go into a crystal clear state and is able to take others with him. That is to say, he becomes transparent. But this has its downfalls. One, he can only hold this for a limited time, even shorter with others. Also, this takes a heavy toll on his body.

Description: Hira is what you would call your average green pointy eared elf. At a height of 5'1", he isnt extremely tall or short, and his body build is not much more than average. He is not someone you could pick out of a croud. The only distinguishable traits on his body are a scar that reaches from the top of his cheekbone to his lip and a large scar in the shape of a x on his back. You cannot see these because they are covered up by a bandana and a travelers cloak. And if you ever get close enought to see these things, then take a good look, because they might be the last thing you ever see.

Personality: Hira is one of those people that will give everyone 1 chance, but after that one chance, dont push your luck. Watching for himself before anyone else is not a choice for him. When the person he cared for the most died, he learned something: Don't care. It would take many meetings to get him to feel for you.

Age: 162

Skills: 12 Language - Ni'nha
10 Language - Latin
7 Language - J'hara
9 Stealth
8 Arctic Survival
8 Forest Survival
9 Short Sword
6 Magic: Healing

Bio: Though an elf by blood, he was abandoned by her parents one week after birth, for reasons unknown. A human street walker named Melanie found him, named him, and, being a good woman at heart, raised him to the best of her abilities, teaching him to steal, beg, and earn the funds necessary to survive the filthy streets of Rome, giving him shelter at her shop.

Shortly after Hira turned 67, his foster-mother's daughter named Kaila, who had continued to watch him after her mother passed on. was brutally beaten and murdered by a rough customer, who appeared to be angered because she wouldn't give him something he wanted. He had a tattoo of an Arrowhead on his forearm, partially hidden by the fabric of his sleeved tunic. "An Order will take your life at a whim, my dear, so be cautious of those bearing an Arrow. They are crazy, and they think they're gods. Sadly, they might be right..." From behind a nearby barrel of dried salted pork, he heard the screams, and heard those words in his mind. But something was amiss, for he had never heard the words before. He could feel his blood begin to boil, as he lost focus, and couldn't see straight. He couldn't even see his hands in front of his face. His anger must have clouded his vision, because he passed the murder as he left, wiping his fresh blood from his broken skin.

Now, with no one to turn to, and no idea where to go, he ran. Ran through the gates of the city. Ran relentlesly. He knew he had to run. He didn't know what was chasing him, but he knew he couldn't let them get him. For 80 years, he ran. He ran during the winters. He ran during the summers. He ran during the War Against the Shadow, knowing he could not stop to fight in this war. And they chased him.

But one day, he desided to stop running. The hunters would become the hunted. He ran 1 last time. And that was to a uncharted small village, with no more that 60 people. Here lived a swordsman that was said to be one of the best human fighters around, or so the word went around the town. If these words were true, then he could train him. He brought himself upon the mercy of the swordsman named Spisam. He had pity on the elf. He traind him in the art of the sword. He prepared him. And after 15 years of training, Hira left to confront the people who had killed Kaila and taken away the closest thing he had to a family. And at age 162, he is now heading back to Rome to confront his past and deside his future.

[Isawa]

Problems...

1-1/2" isnt a nodachi. An inch and a half is fucking crap.

If its 1-1/2' youre looking for... kodachi.

[Isawa]

Approvated.