[Bounty Hunter]-[Vitani "Kikan" Tsubaki]-[The Mirrored Flower Hunter]

Name: Vitani “Kikan” (“Mirrored Flower”) Tsubaki

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Hometown: Lloviendo Ciudad Incendio (“Town of Burning Rain”)

Combat Preference: Silent Swordsman, Bounty Warden

Position at Sea: Although a skilled Swordsman, Vitani’s keen eye also makes her a perfect lookout. Able to judge with great accuracy, a location where a sound or sight is located to be.

Personality:
Growing up with the elders had made her very disciplined and stern in nature. Although she does enjoy reading it’s often to contemplate thoughts in her own time or practice combat training alone. She had lived a very secluded life and often finds the presence of others more of a curse than a blessing, often keeping to herself in terms of discussion.

Meanwhile she often hangs out in places where her services could be of use or approach someone that would be willing to pay her. Often finding dark, worn and tired places, like taverns or abandoned housing, as a place to wait until she finds work. Sitting alone with a keen eye for anyone who could use her services or possibly be a good target to steal from.

Her training with the Elders has given her great understanding of her blade and wields it as easily as she eats and breathes. Often planning attacks carefully and deciding without considering anyone else, stubbornly follows her own way of fighting, despite the odds. Nevertheless she also has great reflexes and speed, often being able to dodge a bullet in time, however exhausts herself quickly afterwards; only ever used in dire situations.

She has never known the meaning of mercy and would often kill someone that stands on the spot, however inside there’s a kind nature to her: providing anyone lives long enough to see it, she tends to keep this hidden for professionalism and reputation.

During her childhood, she has grown a vengeful hatred of pirates and Naval Marines. Often taking the chance to kill one if there’s a bounty or an act of misdeed, however Vitani finds it difficult to retrain herself from killing them, even when they’re innocent of crime.

Appearance:
Vitani stands 5’6, clad in a Crimson shirt that can be fastened by a small strap that goes over the opening of her top, often used to maintain a consistent shape during stealth operations or when disguising as someone of the opposite sex; nevertheless the additional strap was originally intended as an accessory towards appearance.

Yellow hair as bright as the morning sun that glimmers in the light and dulls in the dark, surrounds all but her face, yet a single strand that flickers over her forehead, her hair flowing to her shoulders; but stopping shortly afterwards. Nevertheless behind her hair continues halfway down her torso, excess hair bundled together in a ponytail; that could easily be covered by a few strands from above.

A interesting addition to her arms are two lengthily gloves that cover her hand and forearm, both bound with leather straps that cross occasionally into a cluttered mess and also provide protection through padding, however the straps end at her wrist, allow her hands to move freely within the fingerless glove.

Her dark-brown trousers supported by a belt around her waist, also sports another directly below: tilted towards her left-hand side, it secures a small satchel that contains a variety of objects she carries with her at all times, such as money, tools and wanted posters. Meanwhile her black boots cover her trousers, which look almost as if they were the same.


Biography:

Originally born in “Lloviendo Ciudad Incendio”, also known as “Town of Burning Rain”, she was quickly abandoned as a child during a sudden attack on the Town, as the smell of burning brimstone clouded the air, mist forming around sudden bursts of fire and the sound of a multitude of cannon’s, thundered the skies. Panic broke loose as villagers fled for safety and her parents: desperate to save their daughter, charged through the manslaughter of gunshots, swords and mutinous friends turning during these desperate times. Homes collapsing under impact or fire that ate through the very lives of those that lived there, floors and ceilings giving way under pressure. Door’s bursting under the pressure of invading sea men: familiar men who sported the royal uniform of naval officials, whose faces jeered a toothless grin.

Desperate in fear of losing her child, her parents hid her inside a nearby barrel, behind their local Tavern and kicked it off a hill, forcing it to roll into the forest growth and vanish from sight. Nevertheless she turned her face from her daughter and without a goodbye; she vanished into the blackened fog of crumbling Town. The 6 year old girl tumbled inside, missing many trees by only luck and hurtling off the edge of an approaching cliff; landing with a deep splash and drifting off into see, all the girl could see through an eyehole in the barrel, was a naval ship flashing a black flag in the distance and a skull and crossed bones, cackling in the wind.

She drifted for hours, days, possibly even weeks until she arrived on the shore of a peaceful island called “Valle de la Paz Espiritual” (Valley of Spiritual Peace), where a temple apprentice found her crying in the sand and carried her up the mountain, passing a stairway that went far beyond the eye could see, baring a cargo to supply the warriors that lived at the top. After the journey was made, he lifted the little girl off the cargo and handed the shipment in, telling the elders afterwards how he found her and understanding his story, the Elders welcomed her in their temple of warrior’s; raising her as their own.

The elders have been known as the Valleys strongest warriors and although they seemed feeble bodied, provided great power when the peaceful plains were under attack. However since the forging of the “Temple of Warriors”, adventurers from near and far have sought the Temple and bested the trail of the mountain peak: to learn the sacred ways. But as time passed, fewer and fewer people arrived until none at all, leaving the Elders to defend them alone. Their ability dwindling over time as their physical strength began to dwindle and fade: that was until hope was given in the heart of this little girl.

As she grew up, she learnt how to wield a blade through harsh discipline and trials that the Elders themselves, could not best, because of their feeble strength and spirit. Yet throughout this training, she had developed lightening reflexes with precision timing, whilst learning a better understanding of strength of mind, determination and balance of spirit; however throughout these practices she had trained alone, never knowing her parents and living atop the great mountain of the Valley, had no friends but the elders and the people who made the deliveries each month; including the one that brought her to safety. For this great determination they named her “Vitani Tsubaki” in honor of their great founder “Vitani Ganjou- omoi” and how she reminded them of a delicate flower.

This had unintentionally caused her to develop a very stern nature and although she had time when she could relax and enjoy herself, she found training and reading, her only source of entertainment during these times. However that day soon ended when the Elders were called to asses a situation of dire consequence. A Naval ship had been spotted in the distance, fighting what appeared to be another naval ship, working along-side a Pirate ship. Its black flag fluttered in the wind with its Jolly Roger emblazoned upon it.


Shocked in horror, the Valleys lookout’s confirmed that the lone Naval ship bore the flag of the “Jolly Roger” and although its hull was far stronger than the opposing ships cannons, it somehow was bested and the ship sinking into the great sea, the vessel tipping over to one side. Shouts of joy could be heard off the coast, as those two ships cheered in victory and turned off to return home; fading into the distance.

As the Elders and Vitani arrived at the shore, they were relieved that the battle had ended without their need for assistance; however something hurtled towards them from the wreckage of the ship, an airborne man that landed in town, as if he had been shot from a cannon. When the man landed, he grunted in despair and mutter something inaudible before getting to his feet, grinning as his golden teeth shone in the light as he wore a black bandana and an emblem on his shirt: the chest of the Navy.

He seemed more like a pirate than a member of the Navy, however his jacket: which shone crimson in the sunlight, glimmering like fine silt on the outside, had the uniform of his group in the inside; as if he turned it inside-out during battle. His black hair seemed grey at the roots. His lifeless, black holes where his eyes should be didn’t make him the welcoming kind of person you would expect from a Marine and as he looked over his shoulder at the people, scoffed in delight.

The elders approached the scene and kept Vitani at a distance, away from harm: because they feared she wasn’t ready to take on someone like this yet and urged her to keep out of the fight. However the man got to his feet and looked at the sinking ship: seeing no other ship in sight, he blamed the Valley of attacking it and claimed he was the 1st mate of that ship. Charging at one of the Elders without warning, the old man quickly dodged the attacks, surprising for a man of his age; but eventually collapsed under a dirty trick, a shot to the head and he was a limp corpse.

The people hid in terror, they had never seen anything like this and had no fighting spirit in them. They came to the Valley in hope of peace and to escape the violent ways other town’s had encouraged. However when one man decided to charge at the strange, he was gone before he even shouted a war cry. Eyes full of tears, Vitani forced against the Elder that held her back and drew her sword, charging at the man who tried to shoot her in the same way; but her reflexes managed to dodge all his bullet but one, as it kissed her cheek, leaving a promising scar on the right-side of her face.

Shocked how she could dodge with such speed, the man attempted to draw his sword but found it in the hands of Vitani, behind him; both pointed at his neck like scissors of a guillotine, tasting his neck in hope they would soon devour his sinful life. Chucking as he tilted his head forward, shrouding his eyes under the shadow of his bandana: he lifted his hands as if her were surrendering and spoke with a wispy tone.

“You think you got me young one? Do you know who I am? Dodging bullets and sheathing swords are impressive, but they are no match for ‘Sukin Tsumibito’, first mate to the Captain of the ‘Jakunen Cr-‘ before he could finish the last sentence, Vitani had already fearlessly cut through the skin of his neck and lopped his head off; watching it roll as she opened her eyes after the fearful moment, sighing in relief as the limp body dropped to the floor.

Trying to comprehend what she had done, the people swarmed around her, cheer in delight that such a man was gone: applauding their new hero and for the first time seeing her, knew she had great promise. However the Elders saw this troublesome and as they pushed through the crowd, attempted to pull her away from the village and take her back up the mountain; worried that she would become a vengeful spirit.

Athough she reassured them she would become one because of her discipline, the Elders insisted she return to the temple and train some more, which infuriated her into a fit of silence. However before the rising sun had set, a stranger had made its way up the mountain, the man’s voice bellowing at the gates as the elders finished their burial ceremonies and after eventually opening the gate partly, struggled to close it in fear of what was on the other side.

One of the Elders decided to send an unofficial message, against the leader’s wishes, to Vitani about the situation and returning with her and the blade she meditated with at the time, told the other Elders to open the gates. Reluctantly they did as they were commanded and the stranger, walking in with something under its arm.

“Do you think I would forgive you for such a cruel act of Justice? You think a member of the “Jakunen Crew” would fall so easily? And you didn’t let me finish my sentence!”

The stranger ended with a sarcastic tone as he walked into the light, lifting the thing under his arm and placing it onto his neck, which appeared to be his severed head; attaching itself without any problem and cracking slightly as it adjusted itself. Sukin lifted his hands into the air again; however this time he pinched his skin, attempting to tug at it. Surprisingly it all came off like a glove and wrapping it around his neck, like a scarf: he cocked his head to one side.

“You really do get under my skin little girl. But merely stripping my flesh isn’t the only thing I can do” spoke the skeletal being, his bones and muscles visibly moving like some kind of horror movie, causing everyone to freeze in fear; presuming it was an unholy creature of some sort, trying their best to escort Vitani out of the temple, whilst they held him at bay; however their attempts proved futile, leaving a pile of lifeless bodies trailing towards pathway that looked over a very steep mountain, held up like a bridge on a cliff.

“Why are you doing this? What’s your point in killing everyone?!” the young lady burst out, yelling in the sorrow of her fallen friends. Eyes watering with regret and terror as she hugged one of the lifeless bodies in despair.

“Oho! The silent one finally speaks! Why do I kill? Well that’s simple, so less people stand in my way of treasure! You shot down our ship and now I’m simply seeking revenge.” Scoffed Sukin, cackling as Vitani slowly get to her feet, her fists clenching tightly as he drew both her blades and dashed towards him.

Suddenly at that moment, Sukin flexed his muscles as she approached him, her attempts of stabbing into his chest succeeded but it appeared to do nothing as he tossed her and the blades to one side. What was surprising wasn’t only his sheer strength and how the blade did nothing, but how large his muscles had bulked up: they were twice the size than he was before and was he walked, the pathway quaked under the pressure, swaying back and forth a bit; like it was going to give way.

“You see my body was too perfect to be hidden behind such useless things as ‘Skin’ and if I fought you like this with it on, it would ruin my beautiful face. Why are you cowering from me now, when you didn’t then? Bahawhawhaw!” bellowed Sukin as he slowly stepped forward, slamming his feet down harshly to scare her, but unbeknownst to him the bridge was about to collapse under his weight and as she shuffled away from him, she knew clearly, how this would end.

“What are you doing running with your tail between your legs? Get back here with my sword, before I-” suddenly it was all over, the ‘Mighty Meat Giant’ found himself falling to his death and as Vitani watched in horror, the man vanished beneath the mountain clouds; never to be heard from. Making her way carefully to the other side, she sheathed her blades and carried the surviving Elder bodies from the Bridge, to the Temple center. To her surprise, some started to get to their feet and other coughing blood, decided to stay sitting down.

“Don’t worry about us, we were unconscious for a while but we’re safe. Only a few of us died, but all to your safety.” Said one of the Elders, brushing off the whole event as if it was nothing. Meanwhile one of them noticed her new sword and with a deep sigh of relief; realized what had happened. “So you defeated him, what luck. We were worried.”

A couple weeks later the Elders returned to their work, anyone injured recovered quickly and worked to repair the bridge and anything else that was destroyed during the stranger’s arrival. Vitani took the time to practice with her new sword she named ‘Chikai Dageki’ (ShortStrike), however shortly afterward the leader of the Elders called Vitani to a private room to talk with her, over an important matter.

“I know we’ve been protective of you, but the time has come for you to seek your own destiny. Follow the road to the south to the nearby village and seek the “Rolling Barrel Tavern” for a man named ‘Onikaze’ he will tell you all you need to know. I tell you this because there’s something we found on you as a child and in fear of putting you in danger, we hid it all these years”.

Handing her a crest that was found on her person long ago, the Elder explained how she was found and what the crest represented, the insignia of a village far off known as ‘Kakan isamashii Sato’ (or The “Village of the Bold and Brave” as he knew it). Looking down at this Crest, sudden bursts of memories flash through her mind and nodding in agreement with the Elder: she decided it would be best to venture off to find this place and find what this crest meant to her.

Packing her bags, the Elders provided her enough food for the journey and a photo of herself as a child, she set off waving as she went down the mountains and left the valley in an uproar of cheer; remembering the day she saved the Valley she loved and now setting off on her journey to find out who she is and where she came from.


Sample Chapter:

Chapter 1:
The Brave and the Bold: Set Sail for Destiny!

Making her way to ‘Kakan isamashii Sato’ (which was also known as the “Village of the Bold and Brave”, Vitani followed the directions the elders gave her, to find this strange man named “Onikaze”. The elders had cared for her over the past 25 years and as her 26th birthday was approaching fast, Vitani was approached by a Pirate threatened the village she lived in. However during the midst of the fight, she somehow remembered the Pirate’s face and the ship that bared the flag of the ‘Marines’ and the ‘Jolly Roger’ gave her a flashback of a memory she had not quite forgotten, yet didn’t remember fully.

Along the dirt road that seemed to stretch on forever, her long, bright yellow hair flowed in the breeze from a top the great hills she climbed along the way, often flowing into her face and in frustration, often stroked it back; wondering why she didn’t cut it before she left. However beyond the farm animals and masses of fields, there was no sign of any town of city and even more so, any sign of life. Often she had pondered if she took the right directions and more likely wanted to turn back; but she trudged on along the path, watching the sea in the distance: waves flowing layer upon layer, wafting in the wind. Although suddenly she hit something in her path and rubbing her head, yelled in anger “Watch where you’re going you dozy, stupid, arrogant little..” however she cut herself short when she noticed what she had bumped into in fact, was a signpost that toppled sideways from the impact; slowly tilting further and further until it decided to give up and flop on the comfy grass beside it, as if it was tired of life.

Ignoring her mistake, she bottled up her rage for later and got to her feet, grasping the hilts of her blades briefly to check they were safe, before bending down near the sign, to read the locations it knew and the distance it would take to arrive. However one place stood out from among the rest, one that widened her eyes so much, her hair raised for a moment; before dropping back down as a smile grew.

“’Kakan Isamashi Sato’s’ only a few miles away! Finally I’m making progress!” Vitani scoffed as she dashed down the road, running as fast as she could until a small town appeared in the distance, slowly growing into a village and then a city, as more and more buildings appeared, growing taller and taller as she approached the place. That was until she arrived at a gate guarded by two men, equipped with military weapons, standing in front of the only known entrance and exit into the city: a set of large heavily bolted doors that were made of a sturdy wood, thick enough to take any impact and possibly even a cannon or two.

Still it would be simple to avoid, she thought. Just climb over the wall nimbly and make her own way in, however it wasn’t quite that simple. As she looked at the wall, it towered an impressive 4 stories high: an impressive feat should she succeed, nevertheless she fastened her belts and tightened her gloves, immediately taking to the walls like a ninja; she began towering this mighty beast. However it wasn’t until she was halfway up she was caught, the Marines at the gate had watched her since her arrival and decided to make her climb a good way up; before asking her to come back down, pointing their guns at her and calling for reinforcements, she made her way down, with her hands in the air.

It’s possible, she thought, that she could easily take out a few marines with her blades and make her way up the wall, but it was too risky to do: especially when it would be so much easier to let them arrest her and take her to their headquarters. As they opened the heaving gate, the men bound her arms behind her back with rope and confiscated her blades on the spot, telling her she was under arrest and taking her to jail. Unfortunately the man with the blades headed off towards another direction and after asking for some answers for a good hour, they eventually gave in.

“He’s going to take your weapons as evidence and store them in our barracks. Who knows? After the execution they might make a worthy trophy for the Marines.” The Soldier scoffed, taking her to a small fortress to the left of the city and shoving her in Jail, locking her behind bar and key.

Pondering on a way to escape, she dug her hand between her breasts and pulled out a small piece of wire from inside, pondering to herself as she sat on the nearby bed, she started to fiddle about with the piece of wire and wonder where her blades might have ended up and how she could possibly find this one person from an entire city. Even if she escaped, the fear of being caught wouldn’t help her chances in finding him; if she could find him.

She contemplated her thoughts, twiddling the piece of wire around her fingers, she stood. Turning towards the tiny window of the jail cell, if you could call it that: the window was obviously barred to prevent people escaping and was positioned at quite a height, although it seemed average enough inside the cell; the prison was actually on top of a hill, looking down at the city below. However something caught her eye.

Suddenly it appeared again, a small pigeon with pink eyes and covered in completely white feathers fluttered by, landing at the window for a few seconds and curious what it was, Vitani moved her hand closer to stroke the bird. Which in dept decided to take her piece of metal, its head reaching through the bars, as Vitani pulled it back; as if she thought it was going to steal it and take it to a nest somewhere. Nevertheless the Pigeon gave up and flew away in a huff.

“What a strange bird. Then again…”

She pondered on the thought before finishing her sentence, turning on her heels to face the cell door, leaving her back to face the window; she slowly made her way closer, concealing it behind her back while she checked if anyone was watching.

“…everyone else here seems insane.”

She suddenly went silent as she concentrated on picking the lock and after what seemed a good few hours of hiding and work, she heard a small click that made the door feel more loose; checking to see if it was unlocked, she swung it slightly back and forth to confirm it.

"I just hope this ‘Sato’s’’ got more sense than…”

Pausing on the last word, she turned away from the cell door and reached in between her breasts again, putting the piece of metal back from the same place it came; she was about to venture out until a small sound, like a whistle appeared from out of nowhere, coming from what seemed like the window: it got louder and louder until suddenly the entire place started to quake, covering her eyes as she heard rubble scatter around her, she opened them again to notice the wall had been burst open. Surly someone would have heard this, all her work gone to waste!

Disappointed beyond belief, she could only muster weakly a “Them!” before her rage took over. Because, before her were three men in black leather and belts a similar color to hers, grinning as if they did her a favor; which was quite the opposite.

“We’re here to break you out. We heard the guards talking and we came as quickly as we could!” stated one of the men, who Vitani dashed towards in anger, grabbing him by the collar and yelling at him spitefully; giving him a clear piece of her mind.

“I was almost out by myself! And I would have done it quietly if you didn’t just make that racket!” bellowed the young girl, she was about to add something more to what she said, however another man, dressed in a similar fashion, however had a variety of different attributes to the rest.

Although most of the other men were in black shirts and trousers, brown belts around their waists and a variety of weapons, gadgets and satchels attached to them, the new stranger seemed to lack most of these; only a small bag that looked more half-empty than half-full. Someone could even say his personality reflected this when in the way he spoke, a calm and reassured voice that seemed to cross the boundaries of a completely organized man and someone who improvised at the current time. Or maybe it was the tone of his voice that was changing? Nevertheless he arrived carry something shiny in one hand and his arm raised, like a wing, in the other. Coming into view as he dropped down from, what was presumed to be a cord attached to the roof, a bird seemed to appear on his arm; resting like a pet. In fact it seemed familiar.

Suddenly she remembered the Pigeon from earlier and even more so, the familiar cooing it was making as she was escorted towards the prison. However what came next was even more unexpected, the strangers other hand tossed towards her two very familiar blades towards her. One of which was “ShortStrike” among them. Releasing her grip on the man, he scuttled behind the rest and took his post, as if he was assign on this job like a military man, forced beyond his will.

“Sir, this lady wishes to refuse our help!” stated another man who Vitani’s eyes suddenly darted towards him in spite, the man swallowing his pride from, what seemed to be a growing fear of her. However the recent stranger gestured calmly, waving his arms in disappointed manner before he crossed them as he thought.

“Really? After all the work we put into this? Well I guess it can’t be helped. She obviously has everything under control so we’ll just have to leave her to do what she wants. We can’t force her after all!” he nodded as he spoke, unfolding his arms as he turned and waved his arm to his men and what could be presumed t be her as well, as if he wanted her to join them on the way out. Nodding, the men climbed down the building walls and vanished from trace; however as soon as the stranger started to make his way down, Vitani interrupted him.

“Fine. I’ll go! But only because of the noise you made, I would have made it out without the noise!” she demanded, the stranger indicating to his bird to fly away as it took off, giving him a chance to stretch out his arm; meanwhile the sounds of naval men approach started to get louder and louder, grumbling in a distasteful tone. Reluctantly taking his hand, the stranger wrapped his arm around her waist and did the most logical thing a person, hanging off the edge of a broken-into-prison-cell would do, kick off against the wall and plummet down to earth.

Screaming her head off, she had a good mind to escape the man’s grasp and leap for safety, at least then she might survive, however swinging her head around, she noticed the other men did the same: all looking calm and smug, as if they got their revenge. However the strangers grip was far too tight for her to escape, so all she could do is struggle or wait. Looking back at the naval men, who had only just arrived at the scene of the crime, at the time they were moving away. Wait? Moving away? Vitani paused to look at the cords they were hanging from and indeed they were moving further away from the building, like they were puppet from a string. Nevertheless the more she waited, the more was revealed over time.

Looming from behind the building was a strange flying contraption, floating in mid-air like magic and above it was some sort of giant balloon of sorts; you could say it was a blimp, but to say that would be an understatement. The balloon-part was merely a large, worth quilt of various scraped sewn together and the way it was supported, didn’t seem as if it was doing anything to lift the contraption; in fact it might just be for show. However below there was a strange container, woven like a picnic basket would but big enough to carry more than ten people!

The first thought that went through her mind is most likely the same that would go through anyone’s mind. “What kind of a nutcase are these people”, while she found herself and the men being lifted up, into the flying machine. All the while the navy people firing at them and missing by a long shot. Either they had terrible aim or this was a strange kind of television series, because they went into a tantrum when their ammunition ended; tossing their guns to the floor and kicking them in a strop.

Meanwhile Vitani and the men made their way into the machine and as they got their bearings together, one of the pilot’s, a strange man wearing goggles that were too big and too thick for someone like him to wear; approached the woman with concern.

“Is she the one we’re looking for?” he asked the men, Vintani attempting to grab her sword as they discussed this.

“Well everything about her is correct, but if she isn’t the right one, we can always put her back!” one of the men joked, unintentionally building Vitani’s rage as she started to unsheathe her blade and then suddenly, something happened! Well nothing that could be described more than a sharp pain down the back of her spine and then sudden darkness. Did they navy get her? Was she going back? These thoughts pondered her mind as her body plundered to the ground, her story ending and her life vanishing before her eyes. Not entirely, as another door was opened, welcoming her to a new life.

So far so good, just be careful about short lines that can throw of the cohesion of your work. Awaiting your sample mission *nods*

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