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Uehara Renzo

"Of course your cause is just. How much are you paying me?"

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a character in “The Seven Samurai”, as played by Kato


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β—™β—™β—™β—™* Male...β—™β—™β—™β—™* 27...β—™β—™β—™β—™* 5'11"...β—™β—™β—™β—™* ?? lbs....β—™β—™β—™β—™* Kamaitachi Hanyo

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AAINT 」x β–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œ AAACNG 」x β–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œ
AAWPN 」x β–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œ AAACHA 」x β–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œβ–Œ

Imageβ—ˆ WIND MANIPULATION β”‹ He can create and control winds
β—ˆ KAMA-NO-JUTSU β”‹ The kusarigama is his weapon of choice
β—ˆ ENHANCED AGILITY β”‹ Yokai blood gives him a boost to his dexterity
β—ˆ SKILL β”‹ Undecided

Renzo is a ronin and a mercenary, going from place to place and doing the difficult or dirty jobs that real samurai disdain. Half yokai on his mother's side, he is master of the kusarigama, employing his wind manipulation ability to augment his fighting. Although he was once a samurai, Renzo is now a free agent who will take any job he chooses, no matter how dirty, as long as it is worth his while, and apparently has no sense of honour. He has no qualms about killing, and does so with both pleasure and efficiency. His reputation generally means he can pick and choose his clients, and hiring Renzo is seen as a status symbol, because of the wealth and power one must have to engage his services. Although he is not as powerful as many yokai or hanyo, he tends to keep his distance from them and only really participate in human affairs where he can stand out.

By all appearances, Renzo is a man who enjoys the finer things in life. He enjoys good food, drink and entertainment, and appears to have a certain amount of sophistication regarding literature and poetry as well. He enjoys reading and composes a mean haiku. His clothing is both of high quality and rather showy, indicating not only his wealth, but that he has no need of hiding his identity. It is an invitation to challengers if they wish to cross him, and also a warning to keep away. Extremely polite and well-mannered on the surface, he can glide along the upper echelons of society without being a part of it, making him an ideal bodyguard for a noble. He smiles a little too much to be entirely respectful, and has an air of menace lurking beneath the surface, reminding others not to take him too much at face value. He rarely talks about himself or his background, though he will if asked directly. He will rarely admit to having any yokai blood.

By the more honourable or traditional members of the samurai class, Renzo is seen as nothing more than a worthless ronin dog, and he attracts more than his fair share of scorn and derision. For his part, Renzo feels nothing but derision for the samurai class he serves, believing that the only thing that separates them from himself is their hypocrisy. Renzo claims no high or holy motive for his killing and doesn’t seek to justify it. In his opinion, no samurai truly regards honour - each warlord is only after his own power. Those that truly have honour are fools that swiftly fail.

Renzo is a conflicted person, who sees a lot of dissonance between values he is supposed to uphold as a samurai, and what he experiences in the world. Part of him wants to believe in the values of honour, loyalty, justice, etc. but the greater cynical part tells him those things are worthless. He seeks to not have to make a decision, preferring to live a life of amoral luxury without attachments. He enjoys the simplicity of killing because he is paid to do so, without having to consider the right and wrong of his actions.


Renzo’s father Shibata Heisuke was a country samurai landowner who ran a small farming estate when not fighting for his lord. His mother, Ume, came from a village in the mountains. Unknown to most, she was a kamaitachi, a type of yokai whose true form is that of a weasel, and who possess powers of wind manipulation and huge sickle-like claws that inflict painful wounds. Renzo, as a hanyo was unable to change forms and instead learned kama-no-jutsu from both his mother and father. His mother kept his heritage secret from everyone except Renzo himself and taught him how to use his abilities. However, she declined to introduce him to yokai culture and spoke nothing of her own family.

As a young man, Renzo came to the notice of his liege lord Takenouchi Sadamune, for both his striking looks and his combat ability, and by the age of 17, he was a member of Sadamune’s household guard. Sadamune was a vassal daimyo of a powerful lord, Matsukura Ienobu. For reasons that were unclear, Sadamune attempted to assassinate the lord, and his clan was declared disbanded – Sadamune's men who did not swear allegiance to Matsukura were executed, Renzo's father Heisuke among them. What happened to Ume remains unknown.

Matsukura’s men laid siege to Sadamune’s castle. The family’s retainers, including Renzo, were to hold off the siege and set fire to the castle to delay the lord’s men, buying time for the family to avoid capture by committing seppuku. The seige incident was the beginning of Renzo's reputation as a warrior. He killed a large number of Matsukura's samurai, the number becoming greater still as word of the incident spread. After all the inhabitants of the castle were dead, Renzo was seen leaving the burning castle via the roof, giving him the (false) reputation of being immune to fire.

After this, Renzo disappeared rom public notice. He returned to the stage several years later as a mercenary, travelling Japan and working for various daimyo as a bodyguard, troubleshooter and the like, his reputation and wealth gradually growing over the years.

Unknown to all, Renzo escaped the flaming castle with Takenouchi Sadamune’s infant son, taking him to a Buddhist temple to be raised in obscurity. It was his last act as a member of the Takenouchi. Renzo isn’t sure whether he still considers himself part of the clan, or loyal to the Takenouchi, but he visits Matasaburo and keeps a log of information he has found out about his enemies the Matsukura on his travels. He has not yet decided what to do with Matasaburo when the boy grows up, and will likely put off his decision as long as possible.


*Character sheet inspired by Maccotango, and Aethyia.
*All Credit belongs to them.

So begins...

Uehara Renzo's Story


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This was why Renzo usually preferred travelling by boat. In the middle of the road that ran through some otherwise peaceful forest, a group of scruffy bandits surrounded the lone figure of a tall, slim man in crimson robes. Gold glinted from various places about his person, which explained why he had attracted such a bunch of undesirables. Not that he seemed particularly worried by this state of affairs. Though he had stopped walking, his hands were still inside his sleeves.

β€œYour money, or your life!!” As one of the stubble-headed ruffians pointed a spear in his direction, Renzo looked back with a rather bored expression. β€œSuch a question,” he replied languidly. β€œIt's always so hard to decide which I value more...” A sudden swirl of crimson fabric and a whirling breeze whipped up dirt and leaves, causing the men to cover their eyes and take a step back. Once they had recovered, Renzo was in a battle stance with his dual-ended kusarigama in hand. β€œIt's fortunate for you I only kill when I'm paid to,” he said, and a length of chain struck out like a snake, the two sickles moving at speeds the bandits found near impossible to follow. The leader cried out as he fell, bleeding from a gash across his angles, and a second bandit, who had attempted to jump Renzo from behind caught the sharp edge of sickle across his eyes and he screamed. The rest fled, leaving the two wounded to grope and hobble their way back to wherever they came from. Renzo brought out a square of paper from his sleeve to wipe his sickle blades, before folding them back into their handles, and gave a brief tut as he noticed a spot of blood on his blood coloured kimono. Amateurs... this didn't happen when one went by sea around the coast. And generally there were better views. As he moved to walk past the bandit leader the wounded man made a pathetic noise and cowered.

Leaves have yet to fall
But crimson scatters the path
Even in summer

No, that's no good.
Renzo's mind was already occupied elsewhere, composing haikus. But just then a young woman burst from a nearby thicket and ran up to him, looking in disarray but unharmed. β€œThank you, samurai-sama! Thank you for saving me!” She bowed until her head nearly touched the floor. Great, a witness... thought Renzo. The last thing he wanted was a reputation as some kind of do-gooder that rescued maidens. β€œIt was nothing, O-nee-san,” he replied, giving a light bow in return. β€œI had no idea you were there, I merely acted in self-defence.” The girl seemed to take this as some kind of excessive humility and beamed a smile. β€œPlease, come back with me to my village. Everyone will wish to know that you have defeated those horrible bandits! They have been plaguing us for some time.” Renzo's heart sank a little further. β€œPlease, there's no need to tell them all about that,” he said, which apparently made him look even more chivalrous in the young woman's eyes. He omitted the phrase that naturally followed mentally, then everyone will expect me to work for free.

The girl's village, which he had been naturally heading towards anyway, was the next along from Edo to the north. To call it a one horse town would have been an insult to the horse. However, the woman's father was the village headman and obscenely grateful. After explaining the situation, an impassive Renzo was begged to stay in the village and protect it. β€œWe do not have much in terms of wealth, here,” he said, as though Renzo hadn't noticed, β€œBut what we have will be yours. You can have our house, which is the biggest in the village, and we will move into the second biggest. I know she is ugly and lacking in status, but please, you may take my daughter as your wife if you will have her.” The girl apparently wasn't expecting to hear that and had a resolutely neutral expression, but her eyes were bulging a little and the corner of her mouth was twitching as Renzo looked at her over the head of her father. She wasn't as bad looking as the father was trying to make out, but if there was anything he desired less than a wife, he really couldn't think of it. The house was not exactly a luxury residence. It was one step up from the average farmer's hovel and that was it. β€œThere's no need,” he replied, and smiled, β€œreally.” But since he had done these people a favour, even inadvertantly, he let them launder his robes, impress local delicacies upon him, and show him to their hot springs, which were so delightfully relaxing that it almost made up for everything else that the place lacked. As he lay with his head on a mossy rock and his body submerged within the bubbling pool, he let his mind wander and enjoy the beautiful surroundings of the summer evening. Still, he considered, I'll have to get out of here before word spreads of what happened to those bandits...