That's right, ladies and gentleman! A challenger has arrived! Me! More rather, my character, Gen!
This is an open battle, so please, step right up!

THIS CAN EITHER BE A FIGHT TO THE DEATH, OR UNTIL ONE SURRENDERS. Being the courteous host I am, you may decide the setting.

ABOUT GEN!

Short summary: Gen is a 13-year-old boy, but do not let his age fool you. He has been a mentor to swordsmen decades older because of his intense skill. He uses a white, ivory sword to do his duelings. He is beyond his years.
This is Gen's past. When Gen was 12, he realized his life was intensely boring. He wanted to make the best of the years he was given as a human. So, he rose, trained himself with self-developed sword technique, and was ready to become a hero. Though, there was a price. Gen left his single mother with a kiss and a goodbye, wanting to travel and become a legend in the world. He had a keen young spirit wanting to banish all evil. Lesson one: do not underestimate him just because he is a child.
Leaving his home, Gen came upon a village which was being terrified by an evil clan of people. Single-handedly, he took them down, and became known as, "that hero". No one ever learned Gen's name, but they knew who he was. Lesson two: he is good and will not harm without a reason, so this probably means that your character will have to be apart of some evil.
His personality is geeky, kind, caring, forgiving, and almost motherly. He could be described as a savior. His heart strings are easily pulled, and can even be drawn to a villain in pain, willing to aid them. Though, he's also seriously a nerd. Braces, glasses, and freckles are his features.
Height: 4"11
Weight: 105 lb.
His interests are indie-gaming on the Internet, collecting CDs, travelling, and helping others. He enjoys baking, especially cookies and tarts.
Gen:

(I apologize if it's large)
Green sweater FTW.



So now, do you dare challenge?!

OOC: Alrighty~ Az sounds like a pretty cool guy. And yes, I believe that would make things a bit easier for Gen XD
Yes, T1 rules.
Mkay, I'll begin then~
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Wandering along the lining of a beach shore, Gen moseyed down, leaving a trail of footprints. Though, those footprints were soon stolen by the crashing tides. The air was warm and comfortable, and it was fitting for the sunsetting coat of sky. Not a single cloud was seen at that seemingly perfect moment. For soon, a bloodshed would happen in this paradise setting.
Anyhow, Gen kept walking, because he was supposed to meet up with a man for a fight. Gen, being the moralized boy he is, would not turn down a fight if requested. (OOC: Haha, sorry, I'm not sure if that's some kind of GM, I apologize if it is :c) His sword was strapped behind his back and ready for the duel. He looked up into the sky, wind ruffling his always straight hair. He pushed up the bridge of his glasses so he could see the beautiful hue of sky better. This moment was soothing and subtle. Despite Gen seeming unfocused in this relaxing moment, it would only take a flick of a wrist for Gen to grab his sword and ready himself for battle.

"H-Hh-?!" Gen breathed out, swiftly turning at the clearly rageful male. Gen's eyes were wide for a momentum, but then they changed back to their normal size. Gen, being the kind fellow he is, made an apologetic expression and sighed. "I'm so sorry for being on your beach, but there really isn't another place to go..!" Gen lightly exclaimed, trying to get this situation to make sense. Gen winced at the sight of the man also being armed with a dangerous piece of weaponry, which is clearly capable of killing. Then again, says the boy with the sword strapped on his back. Gen did a full optical scan of this man, noting his height and appearence carefully. Though, one thing for sure, is that he was angry. Enraged. Furious. Antagonized. Irascible. Yes, Gen is a vocabulary-meister.
"There's nothing I can do about it." Gen hopelessly shrugged, standing his ground and being completely stationary.

With senses warning Gen before he could think, Gen gasped and jumped back, barely avoiding the trident's tips of death. The fighter within Gen rose out into the surface at the moment, provoking Gen to draw his sword from the strap on his back. He clenched the ivory deliverer of justice, his sword, with both hands on the handle, holding it so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"You seem like the kind who won't be satisfied without a fight..." murmured Gen to himself, thinking for a second.

Gen suddenly hasted at the man, sword suddenly over his shoulders as if he were about to bat in softball. Gen's agile feet created jumpy footprints on the beach's sand. When he arrived in striking distance near the man, he cut his brand clean-through the air, aiming so it could hit at the man's jugular. "AUGH!" Gen groaned out as he swung his weapon.

Gen's grip on the sword's handle was extremely tight, and he had the right amount of strength to keep it in his hands. His hand on the handle budged a few centimeters, but the grip was intense. Gen emitted a low growl from his throat, positioning a foot behind himself to keep steady and balanced. He swiped his brand upwards, releasing it from the clutch of the prongs, and regaining free motion once more. He swiftly hopped to Az's side, skillfully maneuvering around in the delicate sand. He then raised his arms into the air, both hands on the handle of the sword. With his sword at a high height, Gen quickly slashed the brand, aiming to cut clean across Az's eyes. If the attack were to hit, it would blind Az.