An accomplished swordsman with extremely vast psionic knowledge. He wields a four foot long famed Tsurugi and is clothed with nothing more than a skin tight grey suit which holds a zipper upon where his face would be.
This dark character's emotional state is highly unstable. At times he can be calm and seemingly uncaring, however, this does not hide the fact that he can be considered to lean towards a dangerously extreme insane complex whenever danger choses to present itself upon his ever cursed waking mind. The knowledge of pain that has been unwillingly forced into his fragile mind shattered any shard of sanity Matsuo had hoped to ever grasped for the rest of his life.
Matsuo, in some of his recent intergalactic traveling, had come across a sword by the name of Kunsanagi-no-Tsurugi. The blade is a Japanese version of a broadsword, with a slight curve running it’s 48” blade. Nothing of this sword is known. If one were to ask about it’s history, Matsuo might give that listener’s ear a delightful tail, but then again, he might just use the blade to slice your head off. The human uses no visible armor, instead, he relies upon his mere speed and dexterity to dodge attacks and beams; Seeing as how his speed and agility is almost inhuman, he can do this. He is, however, an extremely talented psion, with vast knowledge of his specific study. Most wouldn’t know about this, seeing as how psions are mostly rare in society.
Long ago at the age of a young boy no older than six, Matsuo had lived with his family in an oriental farming field of which they happily made a living from. One day Matsuo's father had found a strange artifact that had been within the confines of the watery depths of a great sea beyond and decided to bring it home in hopes that the strange item would bring more money to him when sold in a local market. The day went as regularly as any other day would have, save for that night when the young boy decided to inspect the item. The item, being in the form of some odd glove made from miniscule bones of an unknown being, fit neatly over the boy's right hand when he tried it on. Unbeknownst to Matsuo, the glove was possessed with a strange being that had long ago been confined within the item for the good of humanity. Upon donning the glove, Matsuo was possessed with the being, who having laid dormant for thousands of years, wanted revenge on the earth for the crimes that humans had long ago done to her. That morning, Matsuo awoke to the scene of his family in a jumbled heap of organs and parts splayed out across the entirety of the small living room they had. Upon seeing this, his will broke to the ways of a delusional world he created within his head. For the rest of his days he wandered his nation in an apparent confusion which held outbursts of random killings, (he'd always wake up to run away from the gorey mess he had caused), until he finally decided to isolate himself within the depths of the dark jungle to the east of his land. There he lived in solitude for an unkown amount of time while he battled the demon in his mind for control of his soul and body. Unknowing of the results, Matsuo wandered out of his solitude to find himself in a new world of which he was not prepared for.