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Personality

Likes: The Bushido Virtues, Peace, Optimistic Youths, His Guardian Angel, and Sharing his Wisdom.

Dislikes: Being Immortal, The New Lucifer (Satan), and the Death of Friends.

Personality: Takeda has a peaceful, warm appearance. In combat, Takeda gives off a more intimidating demeanor, wearing his armor. He avidly follows the Bushido Way and avoids straying from the path. Takeda is your typical Chivalrous Warrior; he believes in divine retribution and expresses mercy towards those of lesser quality. Many see his mercy as an act of pity or of self righteousness. His usual tone reveals a condescending nature, but is far from the truth.
- Takeda's Guardian Angel has the personality of a stubborn old man. He's very set on the path of the Bushido, and always steers Takeda towards the path of greatest righteousness. His name is Gi, Japanese for Rectitude. Gi adopted his odd habit and name after he and Takeda arrived in Japan. The only time Gi actually helps Takeda is when he bestows him with the armor.

Equipment

Skills: I've Mastered and Practiced many Bujutsu Art forms. I've mastered the Kenjutsu Sword Arts of Kendo and Iaido. My True Mastery is in Iaijutsu, the art of counter attack. My Practice Expands to the Unarmed Striking Art of Kenpo, and the Unarmed Grappling Art of Aikido.

Weaknesses: Major; Fire/Heat ->Exhaustion/Fainting. Minor; Ranged Combat, Illusions, and Lightning

Weapons:Legendary Ghost (Katana) Blade; Zetsurin. Also known as the "Cut-All" Blade; fabled to cut through wind and diamonds alike.

History

History: Takeda was originally Isaiah, Lucifer's friend. He had watched as Lucifer was cast down to Earth, and further to Hell. Takeda's only memory was of his immortality and of his gifted Kenjutsu Mastery. Takeda had faint recollections the past 200 years, where he had wandered the Japanese Countryside as a Rounin. He had participated in many wars and battles; including the Battle of Sekigahara (1800), the Boshin War (1867-1868), and the Battle of Toba-Fushimi (1869). All of which were pivotal battles to starting the Meiji Period. Up until 1912, when the Meiji period ended and WWI started, Takeda continued to wander the nation. Once he realized a war that was bigger than Japan was unfolding, he fled. He found himself in Okawa, Kochi; a saw village of roughly 500 residents, located on Shikoku Island. There he held residence as a local Kenjutsu Teacher, always wearing his armor. The residents never once questioned his reasoning for wearing the armor, and so he lived there. In 2011, a typhoon struck Shikoku Island, plowing through the small island. The typhoon had destroyed Okawa, leaving roughly 150 residents alive. Somehow the typhoon had forced Takeda's memories to flood his mind... He could remember everything; His past existence as an angel, his sins over the centuries, his old friend Lucifer.

Takeda left Okawa despite the need of reconstruction and aid. He sailed to the main Island Honshu, and made his way to Tokyo. He was amazed to see how advanced society had become, especially since he lived in such a small village for so many years. He wandered around in search of some clue as to what to do next. He found it watching one of the televisions in a bar, it was turned to the Japanese News and a Breaking Report about a discovered immortal, in Washington D.C. Takeda then knew that he had to reach this immortal, who was across the Pacific Ocean. Now, Takeda wonders how he'll actually reach this discovered immortal.

So begins...

Takeda 'Isaiah' Kenshin's Story

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#2012-03-07 23:17:18, as written by ZombieGil

Takeda arrived in this new city, Washington D.C., without doing any research. He happened to be walking and stumble upon a homely looking pub; The Red Huntsman. Takeda knew he had to find the immortal and help him out, they were two leaves of the same tree after all.

Takeda arrived in Washington D.C. shortly after finding a poor man being mugged by some thugs. He was on his way to Tokyo International Airport when he noticed the mugging. Takeda, being a man of justice, immediately assisted the poor man by taking down the thugs. It was a simple effort, not even drawing his sword. Shortly after being helped the man stood up and picked up his briefcase, 'Umm, hello.' The man shrugged, 'Thank you for saving me!' Takeda responded, 'It was my pleasure,' and started walking away from the man. 'Excuse me! Please hold on a moment!' The man ran after Takeda and got him to stop, 'Yes, what else do you need sir?' Takeda was interested to know what the man could possibly offer. 'You seem to be heading towards the airport, are you flying somewhere?' The man asked. 'Actually, yes, I'm trying to get to Washington D.C. in the America.' 'Oh really? I am too! Quick question, if you plan on flying, why don't you have any bags or anything?' Takeda was getting weary of the man, asking all the questions, but really why would Takeda need anything other than what he has on-hand. 'I just don't...' The man was again puzzled. 'Well, come with me, I'll make sure you get on the plane safely...' From here the man actually bought Takeda a ticket and ended up being the co-pilot of the plane going to Washington D.C.

So Takeda wound up in Washington D.C., searching for the immortal. "Alright, time to get some leads." Takeda entered the pub and took a seat at the bar. "Do you have any ginger plum Sake?" "Sake!?! This is the United States, not Japan my friend. I'm sorry but we don't carry Sake." Takeda was shocked to hear the bartender's response, "Ok, then do you have anything similar to Sake?" The bartender was rather puzzled since he wasn't too familiar with Sake. "If you mean a light beer, then yes." Takeda was now the man puzzled; what was light beer, and why don't they have Sake. "Sure I'll take it," His expression was rather dreary, since he looked forward to a nice cup of Sake to level his head.

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#2012-03-08 18:33:19, as written by Mavz

When the man suggested that Joan d'Arc was a mary-sue and was portrayed incorrectly as a hero, Vanessa nearly stabbed him with the fork resting next to her hand. The thought of violence quickly disappeared and she gave him her best smile, masking any irritation she might have with him. She had nearly forgotten the hundred dollar bill he placed on the table until after he left. Turning her attention to it she looked at it confusingly for a moment. Why would he pay her bill after talking to her for just a moment and why would he pay with a hundred dollar bill? She shook her head and uncrossed her legs from the chair and slipped her feet into her heels before standing to head over to the bar with the bill.

"Here's to paying the bill, his drink and mine. I'd like a shot of whiskey as well if you wouldn't mind. Keep the change." As she waited she was reminded of his words against Joan d'Arc and for a moment forgot those that were around her. "Calling me a mary-sue and not a hero. Yes, because being burned at the stake was something I did for fun."

Her words came out as an angry mutter, silencing only when the shot of whiskey was placed beside her. Without hesitating, Vanessa took the glass and threw its contents down her throat without even a hint of disliking the taste. The bartender stared at her for a moment and offered her another one, yet she declined. It was then that she realized a new man had entered the room dressed in a rather unusual garb and had asked for Sake. She glanced towards the woman who had ordered an interesting Irish drink and then to the man who was seeking a Japanese drink. She stood in between them, puzzled for a moment before deciding that it wasn't unusual for DC to attract different people from different nationalities.

"John," she said to the bartender who was searching around for a light beer for the gentleman, "Don't you have Sapporo or Asahi beer?"

The two beer names she mentioned were Japanese and rather common in the states. It wasn't sake, but it was Japanese and she had a feeling the man wanted something Japanese. When the bartender, John, nodded and held up a Sapporo bottle of beer Vanessa turned towards the Japanese man and smiled.

"If you haven't had Sapporo you should definitely try it, it's much better than any American beer."

She turned her attention to the woman beside her and was about to ask her where she got her taste for mead when a news reporter appeared on the television screen hanging above the bar. Different pictures of the man considered the Immortal fluttered across the screen, instantly grabbing her attention. There was a picture of him outside the Red Huntsman and she quickly glanced outside, but he wasn't there and she realized that the pictures had been taken a while ago. The reporter continued talking about the man and gave a hot line to call in case anyone could see him.

"Poor man, everyone hunting him down just because he might not be able to die," she muttered.

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#2012-03-08 18:52:12, as written by AvengerSpirit

It was always interesting being in a bar or pub. The types of people that came in were always different. But it seemed like this place attracted even odder people to the mix. Étaín kind of liked the idea of all the different types being in one place. It made her not stand out so much, at least she hoped it did. Not to mention she was glad she wasn't the only one with odd drink tastes. Didn't Japanese people know America wouldn't have their stuff unless they went to a specialty place. Like her with finding true Irish meade. It was nearly impossible. Plus, so much time had passed she wasn't sure if she remembered what real meade tasted like instead of the flavored white wine meant to be meade.

The words of the other woman floated to the red head's ears and she paused for just a second before continuing to eat. Burned at the stake for fun? Is that some type of metaphor? She sure hoped that it was. Anything is better than American beer, sweety. She thought to herself as she finished off her small meal and the rest of the meade in her glass. Glancing back at the woman she could see she was about to speak, but when the TV started on about the immortal again even she turned her attention to it.

What could she do? How did she have any chance at finding this other so called immortal. Étaín had known for years that she couldn't have been the only one in the world. And with the technology increases it wasn't surprising that one of them had been found. She just didn't want to be next. She knew she would have found a place and holed up for a few hundred years.

"Not being able to die is probably a sin." The comment was light hearted. She had always felt that she was cursed for something or done something she shouldn't have and was being punished for it, but what she did she didn't remember. "I would hide for a very long time if I were him. Though who knows," she shrugged. "Maybe he's tired of hiding now. It gets old after a while; no longer becomes fun." She used the same word as the other woman.

Fun.

It wasn't fun to be burned at the stake, whatever that meant. But it sure as hell wasn't fun hiding all the of time. Always running and looking over one's shoulder got very annoying after a few hundred years and that was all she really had memories of. She guessed everything else was blocked out or that she was born then. But that notion seemed off too. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders.

"Time to head to the motel, I guess." A comment more to herself, but still just loud enough to be heard by those closest to her.

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#2012-03-08 21:57:46, as written by ZombieGil

Takeda looked up from his slight stoop, "Arigato, uhm... thank you, it is much appreciated." He graciously thanked the woman that called for this Japanese Beer, although proclaimed Japanese, it tasted nothing like Sake. This instance really struck Takeda, he really is in a different world now. He had overheard parts of the conversation his gifter was having with another patron. Some of her comments struck him as odd, but he decided to just leave it alone. He pondered a few of her comments, burned at the stake stuck out the most in his mind. "Why would people do such things now..." It suddenly brought illustrious memories back to mind; of enemies and allies alike being pinned to giant poles and burned... that was the conviction of high treason. The memories flowed like a timeline; next he recalled instances where a few allies had performed Seppuku, the art of suicide by slicing your stomach open. He was in a brief trance, recalling numerous memories at once, but it only lasted a few short moments.

Once he regained consciousness the television caught his eye. He looked up to see another news report of the discovered immortal. "Again..." He nods at the site of the immortal. Takeda was amazed at the quality this television had, having lived in Owaka, he wasn't used to such clear images. At that time he noticed the difference in advanced technologies between Washington D.C. and his home, Owaka. Takeda wasn't absolutely stunned at the technological differences, but they were pretty significant. The television was his first discovery, as was the computer cash register. Owaka had limited technology, so some things just seemed foreign to him. "Poor fellow... the world has their eyes on you..."

After abit, Takeda stopped watching the news broadcast. He noticed that one of the nearby patrons was leaving, not only leaving but apparently stating where she intended to go. "Oyasum-" Takeda coughed, "I mean... Good Night." He had almost talked in Japanese, again. He was going to have to refrain from that here in the United States. He wasn't sure why he had wished good night to a stranger, but all the better to treat people nicely.

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#2012-03-08 23:15:44, as written by Mavz

When the woman beside her had mentioned that it was a sin to not be able to die, Vanessa found herself agreeing with the woman. She had oftentimes felt the same way, wondering why she was granted an immortal life when no one else was. It gets old after a while; no longer becomes fun. The way the woman said those words made Vanessa look at her closely. She had spoken as if she knew how it felt to hide for a while, though Vanessa brushed it off. Maybe it meant nothing, maybe the woman was just trying to understand how the supposed Immortal on TV felt. When she mentioned she was leaving she followed suit with the Japanese man and decided to wish her a good night as well.

"Don't forget your bottle," she said with a smile as she motioned to the bottle of mead the girl had ordered, "Have a good night."

She glanced back towards the Japanese man and wondered if she should say something, but decided against it. She really didn't have much to talk about and the only thing that seemed to be of common interest was the Immortal being shown on the television screen. She sighed and decided to take up John's offer of another drink and ordered a guiness, craving something thick for the moment. She looked down at her drink when the man placed it in front of her and she found herself thinking out loud.

"What if there were multiple Immortals, but they didn't know each other? Forced to live a life eternally alone. They think they're alone until there's one shown on TV, but is he real or just another media scam?" she chuckled and shrugged, "I guess we'll never know."

The alcohol was loosening her tongue, but she was far from drunk. She felt its effects on her but she didn't much care as she took a long sip from her beer. Ah, that was the drink she was looking for. Guiness.

((OOC: It's unlike my character to be super talkative like this but I figured it might get things going a bit :P))

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#2012-03-09 00:13:07, as written by AvengerSpirit

Two farewells. She’d only gotten farewells and thank you from the couples that she helped now. To hear it from two complete strangers in a bar no less was an odd thing. The Japanese man she could understand. She knew their society was build around politeness and manners. But the other woman it was odd coming from her. She shrugged to herself as she turned and grabbed her bottle grateful for the reminder. It wasn’t like she was going to forget it though. She didn’t have any of her meads in this city. She had yet to go and get her stuff since she had no place to stay.

Étaín had started out the door when the woman’s words caught her attention. She turned back to her one eyebrow arched. “I would then suppose those people wouldn’t want to be alone anymore.” She managed a weak smile and a small laugh. “I’d go looking for him. And then again if there was one why couldn’t there be others?” It was the very question she had asked herself before she’d picked up and moved.

“Anyway…” She rubbed the back of her head lightly nervously. “I’m new to the area and well… I could use some friends, someone to hang out with. At least until I get settled.” She posed the question to both of the people at the bar. The Japanese man was a gamble. He was either there on business or newly arrived like her. If it was the latter she was good if not, she lost out. But the other woman she was hoping for success with. “By the way, my name’s Étaín Fields.” She’d practiced the last name tons of times before she’d gotten there. Always changing the last but never the first name. It would be her down fall she knew, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“So… what do you say?” She was hoping for a yes. They both seemed to speak of the immortal on a higher level than what she had heard other people speak of and that had her wanting to be around them more. If only to glean information from them. Not to mention they seemed to understand the words she spoke about it too. But that also meant she had to be more careful, more guarded about what she said to them if they did say yes.

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