The Tale of Jonacin Options

[Wolfie]

Ok, so this is the story of my RP character, Jonacin

The Tale of Jonacin

Jonacin was born in Sentinel, Hammerfell. His father was a Sword Singer of above average power, and his mother was the daughter of a wealthy merchant. He was born after they had been married for several years, and was their first son. Even when in the cradle, his parents knew he would grow to be a powerful Ansei, for he would frequently form a Shehai as he played. The sword was always the same, a long katana with stylized wreaths of flame curling up the blade. He was always a very serious child, even as a baby he rarely laughed or cried. At the age of three, instead of playing with other children, he spent a lot of his time reading The Book of Circles, encouraged by his parents to learn all he could from it. As time passed, his skills became more pronounced, and he frequently formed a true Shehai. He entered the local Hall of the Virtues of War at the early age of 7, and quickly rose to the top of his class, even though all of his fellow students were several years older than him.

At the age of 12, he first formed a true Shehai in battle conditions. He was in a sparring contest with one of his classmates, and his blade snapped. Rather than stop the fight to get a new one, he instinctively concentrated and formed the Shehai. Within seconds after doing so, the fight was over, his opponents blade cut in half and the tip of the Shehai resting against his jugular. The instructors were all amazed at this feat, as were his fellow students. He was judged worthy to claim the rank of Master Ansei, a Sword Saint, despite his young age.


An Ansei is a person who can call up a Shehai in any form
A Shehai is an indestructable spirit sword that can cut through pretty much anything

[Wolfie]

ok, time for an update
Enjoy

Jonacin had gained the rank of Master Ansei, but he stayed in The Hall of the Virtues of War to continue his training and improve his technique. Two years after he was elevated to Master Ansei, he was in another sparring contest. His opponent was very skilled, and the contest was close, a constant exchange of thrusts, slashes, parries and ripostes. Jonacin’s blade lanced towards his opponents chest, only to have it parried by his opponent, who sent a riposte ripping towards his throat. Jonacin leapt back, spinning as he did so, sweeping his sword round in a wide arc. He was rewarded for this dangerous maneuver by his blade thudding home against his opponent’s side, the unexpected move breaking through his guard. Sweating heavily, both combatants raised their blades in salute and they retired to other activities.

This was Jonacin’s third bout of the day, and he was beginning to tire, He had defeated all his opponents, but the last bout had been very close, and he had nearly lost several times. An instructor crossed the floor, coming to a stop in front of where Jonacin sat. He told him to prepare himself, as his next bout was to be a duel to the death. A foolish young Master Ansei had challenged Jonacin, determined to crush the young upstart before he got any further. Enraged, Jonacin stood and strode swiftly to the specially prepared dueling arena. He reached for a sword on a nearby rack, but the instructor grabbed his wrist, telling him that this duel was to be fought with Shehai only.

Jonacin stepped into the circle of sand that denoted the arena. He called up his sword and ran through a few of the forms, loosening his muscles and calming his mind. He looked across to the other side of the ring and saw his opponent, a man called Davik. Jonacin had never liked the young man, who was several years older than himself. Davik was constantly putting others down, scorning those that could not form the true Shehai. He was arrogant, but he remained in the Hall because his prowess was undeniable.