We are here, and this is now
Just as calm and measured as you would expect from a man in his profession, Suzaku rarely seems to lose his temper, voice controlled, words well thought out. Even when the man is angry his tone stays low, only his eyes betraying true emotion. Subtle, some would say devious, he's adept at talking people round, twisting their minds with words until they see the world as he does, or give him what he wants from them. As he would put it, 'Opening their minds to enlightenment.'
As a wandering bonze, a zen monk, Suzaku carries little. His clothing is unadorned, a simple hakama, oilskin raincoat, rice hat and sandals. Everything else he owns is contained in the small cloth pack he keeps slung over one shoulder. Beside his four foot long jo staff, slightly bowed and mostly used as a walking cane, the only concession Suzaku has to defence is the tanto dagger hanging at his left hip.
When questioned on his history, Suzaku always smiles, happy to elaborate on his latest travels, the two months spent wandering from town to town, three months before that teaching strategy and history at a Rinzai temple, but somehow the conversation always seems to slip to another subject before he goes into any real detail.