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]

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Jonacin and his opponent now circled each other warily, each looking for an opening, a weakness in the other’s guard. Jonacin suddenly spotted his opening, and leapt to the attack as fast as his heavy armour would allow. However, his opponent was faster and dodged nimbly aside, the attack going past him harmlessly. He span lightly as he dodged, and Jonacin’s armour rang like a bell as his attack connected.

Momentum and the cumbersome armour made Jonacin continue a few more steps before he turned again. He raised his sword and shield in a guarded stance and waited for the next attack. It was sudden when it came, and blows rained down on him. He blocked as best he could, and those he couldn’t block he parried. His riposte was vicious, and his opponent struggled to block. Jonacin followed up on his sudden advantage, and kept attacking. His opponent was fast enough to dodge or parry most of the attacks, but eventually one slid past his guard and thudded into his chest. The match was now tied again at two blows each.

Jonacin was determined to win this match, but the heavy armour was taking its toll on him and he was tiring rapidly. His opponent could sense this, but knew that an all out attack would be foolish. He bided his time, probing Jonacin’s defenses for weakness and slowly wearing him down. Jonacin knew he was finished if he didn’t end the match soon, and made a choice. He suddenly launched an all out attack, reasoning that if it didn’t work, he had only brought about the end of the match a little earlier.

His attacks came at his opponent from all directions, yet still he parried or dodged them all. Jonacin was almost out of energy, and knew it was now or never. He attacked with a wide slash that made his opponent leap backward, and then raised his katana over his head for a powerful downward cut. His opponent, not having enough time to dodge, raised his sword to parry, but Jonacin had put his full weight behind the blow and the lighter blade was knocked aside. The blow smashed into his shoulder, and the sound of breaking bone was clearly audible. The instructor quickly raised his arm to end the match, and the combatants stepped apart. Wearily, Jonacin raised his sword in salute, and his opponent did the same, even though his eyes showed how much pain he was in from his smashed shoulder.