A bipolar swordsman with no goal in life. He lives for his next and meal and the laughs afterwards
He is very laid back most of the time. Always ready to laugh at the next joke. But every once in a while for about 2 weeks he is in a very unusually foul mood. He is generous as long as he can be. He is an extreme music freak. He fights with his i-pod in his ears. Flirts with everyone with no intention of actually doing anything with them.
Owns two swords. Each blade is about 2 in half feet. His napsack contains all his music and other personal belongings.
As a child he was raised in a kendo dojo. He was much to small though so he was forced to use the smaller swords they had. He soon became very skilled. When he was wandering one day he misplaced his footing and found himself falling down a steep hill laced with rows of rocks. He injured his right arm very badly, but to keep up with his fathers wishes he practiced kendo with only one hand. 5 months later when he was healed he tried to pick up kendo the right way again but found he couldn't wield a sword like he used to. His father then suggested he leave to study double katana at another dojo. After he drove off he returned about 2 years later having mastered double katana. But he returned in vain. His father had died. The dojo had burned down. He was completed shocked, but his mind then snapped and he became calm but lost all motivation for his previous goals. To keep himself alive he did stage shows with his sword talents. He spent only enough to keep himself alive. He soon tired of that and became a wanderer. His swords were all he really had so he wears them werever he goes regardless of the laws. He now wanders from city to city living for his next meal.