Age: 16
Height: roughly 5'10"
Weight: Unknown
Eye Color: Arctic Blue
Hair Color: Black
Weapon of Choice: Shuurajou No Ranmyaku - Bloodshed of Chaos
Style: Tsubasa No Matsuro - Wings of Fate
Quote: "Don't give them the chance to fear you."
"Wait... Train me."
The emrcenary laughed and shook his head, explaining that the battlefeild is no place for a child.
"I am no child, and your style has no legacy if you do not pass it down. Will you be so selfish as to keep the style that has defeated the Shogunate so often a secret?" Tori loathed the Shogunate with a passion, as his father was an official. The mercenary thought for a moment, realizing that he had always wanted a pupil. He consented to teaching his style known as the wings of fate.
Over the next few years, Tori travelled with the mercenary and learned his ways, watching the blood bath that resulted from it. If he was to become a samurai, he would need to be exposed to the bloodshed. The man, Chyldret, was unique because his style was a derivative of Cheng Yi Kung Fu, but incorperated a sword. His sword was also a mix. The "Blood Of Chaos," as he called it, had the basic control, (ie: flexibility) of a tai chi sword, as it would snap when thrust and tear the enemies apart. But, other than the tassels on the end on the handle which was a Chinese way of distraction, the sword looked like a ceremonial Japanese sword. Chyldret also dressed in a Chinese linen shirt, but wore a hakama. His appearance and styles threw the enemy off, so that they would be too distracted by trying to figure him out while he was busy ripping holes in them.
It was not long before Tori had learned everything he could from Chyldret. The night he realized this, was the night that Chyldret turned to Tori, smiled, and handed over the Blood of Chaos, a black linen shirt with red embroidered dragons, a blood red sash, and his eternal pride that went with a pupil that turned out so strong. He sent Tori to Kyoto, where he could use his skills to better the revolution.
It was a cold raining night in the long abandoned streets of Kyoto. It was raining too hard to see much of anything. A bodyguard and a Shogun official were darting down the streets apparently trying to escape something that they could no longer see. Their sandals splashed in the large puddles the rain had left them. The bodyguard yelled to the man he was leading, "Theres an alleyway up ahead! Well duck into it." He grabbed the official's hand and pulled him in. The bodyguard looked down the alley, gripping the katana at his side nervously. He turned around to face the official, but didnt see him. The next thing he knew he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and a cold liquid run down his stomach. He looked down and saw two beaming cold arctic-blue eyes staring right at him through drenched black banges. The sword was retrieved and the bodyguard fell forerward. The last thing he saw was the man he was supposed to be protecting lying in the street in a pool of blood. He must have grabbed the assassin by mistake just after he had killed the old man. The boy learned back against a side of the alleyway under the shelter of the roofs awening and took out a white clothe. He runs the blade through the cloth and drops it on the official as he passed back down the streets. He sheathed the blade quickly before anyone could see the shine through the heavy rain.
He arrived at a hotel and ducked inside. The owner recognized him and pointed him toward a room at the end of the hall with a smile. He strode down the hall, his clothes were dripping a trail behind him. He reached the door and slid it open slightly to see his master inside discussing something with another man. The other man was reaching behind his back for something. The young boy waited until he saw the item. It was a tanto, roughly 19" long. The last thing that man heard was the click of this young boys katana cracking open and the last thing he saw were the tassels of on the handle of his blade. He looked to his master who looked quite relieved.
"Good! Did you get your other job done?"
The young boy nodded before catching a cloth from his master to clean his blade.
"Tori, you have not yet even reached the age of 18 and yet you are our most skilled assassin. I have another assignment for you though. Leave this place. Go out on your own and make your own assignments. Get stronger, smarter, then come back to us. I want to be able to give you the chance to see the full-world before you kill any more for our world. Make sure you stay hidden though. Those who are feared by many should fear many. Don't give them a chance to fear you."
Tori bowed to his master and stepped out of the hotel. He left Kyoto, and travelled to Edo, which is currently Tokyo, to begin his journey across Japan and to bring an end to the Chaos that was spreading across the country like a wildfire. What this boy didnt know, though, was his old clan was about to meet a swift end. Three days later, Tori was already well out of Kyoto and into the forest between Kyoto and Edo. He stopped into a small rural village on his way to get a bite to eat. In the resturaunt he heard people talking about something that had happened in Kyoto.
"Yeah man, I heard this whole clan called the Chaos Legion were killed. I've never even heard of them but supposedly the Shinsengumi were hired to kill them."
"The Shinsengumi? Wow, isn't that overkill?"
"I heard there was some assassin working for them that killed a lot of Shogun soldiers."
Little did they realize the man they spoke of was sitting shocked not far away. His grip tightened over the cup in his hand.
"Oh well, serves them right for fighting the Tokugawa regime. Death to all those who oppose the Shogunate!"
His head shot over and saw that these men were shogun samurai. The cup shattered in his hand, some of the pieces slashing his palm. He stood up and his eyes flashed. He lifted one samurai into the air by his neck and starred him straight in the eyes. The cold blue eyes were glowing furiously.
"That was my clan," his grip tightened and the bones in the man's neck began to crack.
The other samurai stood up and drew his sword. "It's HIM."
Tori threw the man in his grip into the ceiling, he struggled for a moment while Tori quickly stained the resturaunts booth with a new coat of natural red paint. The man in the ceiling broke free. Tori spun around and passed his blade through the man's throat, spinning around once again and swiping his blade across his kimono to clean it and sheathed it before blood began pouring from the samurai's neck. Tori looked around him, several very nervous samurai stood staring at him, "To the ressurection of the Chaos Legion."
Thirty minutes passed and Tori stepped out of the resturaunt, his clothes were drenched in blood, but it wasnt very visible except for the blood on the white trim of his kimono. He still had his sword gripped in his palm and his hair was hung over his eyes like a cage. Several policemen approached him and were quickly dashed onto the dirt. Tori decided to make himself scarce before anyone else saw him. He jumped onto a roof and darted off into the woods about half a mile away. He approached a river where he washed himself of blood and continued his quest to Edo where he would create the Chaos Legion once again and bring an end to the Tokugawa era, and leave way for a time of peace, even if he would not live to see it.
He decided that he needed a new identity if he was going to really avenge the Chaos Legion, too many people knew what he looked like. Tori approached an old tree in the middle of the forest in between Edo and Kyoto. From here, he took a package from the center of the tree, and untied it. The package contained the shirt and sash that his master had given to him. Tori would no longer be known by his true name, but would now take on the identity of his old master, Chyldret. Perhaps this would lead him to finding his old master, and fighting along side him to end the reign of terror that had consumed Japan.