Shigure Burai

Anchor-spear is unconventional, so how about a double bladed trident, to make it original. A reverse double bladed trident. The head of the trident resembles an anchor.

It doesn't shoot, it never did

Name: Shigure Burai Alias: Yen Wang “Shigure Akimoto”

Age: 23

Updated***Apperance:



He wears a light azure kimono; the kimono has one right sleeve. Underneath the kimono is a black chest plate with one sleeve. The sleeve is on his left arm. He has an azure obi sash, along with chains that he wears along with the sash. He also wears black tight pants, with matching black armor on his thighs. Black boots and black gloves. He grew out his hair and dyed his bangs. Burai also tattooed his himself with strange tribal markings. He also took up a musical instrument; that too matches his outfit.

Updated*** Burai's personallity:

Burai has two things he loves pretty women, and fighting; though he never mixed the two. Burai is rather indifferent; doesn't care about being a hero, or seen as a villain. He does everything in his own accord. Doesn't care what others think. He goes through life with a lack of effort; the only thing he puts effort into is women and his training.

In his free time, he could be found sleeping somewhere in the shade, drinking sake or sneaking away from his duties. If ever put into a situation in which he needs to exert effort, a lot of effort. He would end the battle quickly as possible or try to find a way to avoid it; for example, he would come up with underhanded deceitful schemes. Pretend to be preoccupied. Cause of this self destructive attitude he loses interest in many things. Burai is outspoken; he would never hesitate to voice his opinion.


Even with his tepid nature. Burai will put forth a noteable effort for his comrades. At times he can be seen being over affectionate toward his comrades or underlings. From treating them to a meal or a free drink, or even risking his life. Burai also has dreams of conquering the world, but through many short comings he slowly began to lose interest in that dream. Rather than conquering the land, he prefers exploring through islands, searching for treasures, still leaving ruling as an option.

Burai is haunted by the death of his companion Anrui; Her death has caused him to withdraw further in his tepidness. He is emotionally detached, and became a narcissist of personal adequacy, power. He is cold hearted to those who are ‘unworthy,’ those that who qualify, and have some purpose to him. He acknowledges them.


He isn't very polite, quite outspoken his brutal honesty is quick to offend anyone. Burai would never hesitate to voice his opinion. He is completely self-centered. Burai acts with an unfathomable self importance. He focused solely on the attaining unlimited about of power. Only those who share similar dreams or beliefs belong by his side. He expects nothing but perfection from his followers.
He is quick to exploit any imperfections or weakness of others and take advantage of it completely. Whether it’s trust, an old wound, or a love interest. As long as he can manipulate it and control it. Burai is often jealous of those who he thinks have more power than him; he also believes others would be envious of him for that exact reason.

Updated*** Weapon:

Weapon:
Weapon name: Li zhu, (Black dragon)
Weapon type: fist/feet

Black padded leather gloves that have Eight ounces of steel shot in the back of the hand. Perfect for correctional, riot or disturbance control operations. Each finger and palm his extra padding to absorb and displace impact. Burai fights with an unfamiliar fighting style known as Capoeira is dance-based martial arts, used to catch his opponents off guard.

Strength:
excels in close quarter combat.
very agile and quick.
Can create a lot of openings

Weakness:

extremely close quarter combat. Which puts him at a huge disadvantage with anyone with a long range weapon, or opponents that use swords and other sharp objects.

Weapon: Izanami



One of the basic flexible weapons in the Kung Fu armory, the three-section staff is one of the most difficult and versatile weapons within the Chinese Martial Arts. More prevalent in Northern Systems, the three-section staff can be used as both a close-quarters weapon, a trapping weapon and as a long-range flexible whip-like weapon.

Strengths:
entangle horses' legs
strike around shields
the complexity of the weapon and the length.

Weakness:
One significant weakness of in general is a lack of control. The strike of a sanjiegun ends not upon impact but on recoil; even the greatest martial arts masters must use valuable time regaining control of their weapon or avoiding its strikes.

Updated*** History:


A baby and a child were sold into slavery. The Parents of the two were butchered protected their babies. The child was sent off with another group of slavers; before being separated the boy put a charm around the baby's neck while the baby stayed with the group that slaughter his parents.

Both their parents would brutally murdered, the only family he had know where the Slave traders; the slavers split the pair. The Slavers named the boy Shigure. The women often took good care of Shigure, since he was bad a mere child. While the men thought him how to fight; they thought him the art of dancing. The slaves disguised their fighting to look like a type of exotic dance. They called it Capoeira

As Shigure grew; he perfected the art of Capoeira and added his own flair to it. The slavers soon took a liking to their new found warrior, and often loaned him out as a mercenary. At the age of 13 he had seen his fair shares of battles. He realized that fighting was his only skill, so he mastered it; Shigure wouldn't go unchallenged. The slavers feared that he had become too strong.

Both the slaves and slavers turned against Shigure. He fought back bravely, and killed most of the slaves, but the numbers were just too much. A ronin aided Shigure and adopted him.

The man introduced himself as Hiko Seijūrō XIII. Seijūrō gave Shigure a new name. Hiko Akimoto. Shigure accepted his new name, the two headed for the man dojo. Upon enter Akimoto was introduced to another ex slave, Hiko Shuji. Shuji saw the charm on Akimoto neck and tackled him. Embracing him tightly, squeezing the life out of him. The two were on the ground; Shuji has tears of joy in his eyes, while Akimoto was in shock. Akimoto explained to Shuji about the charm, and how it belonged to him. Akimoto’s eyes over flowed with tears, and he embraced his brother. He let out a powerful sob and wept in his brothers arms.

The three began living as a family. Seijūrō taught them both the art of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryū. Shuji grasped the teachings with ease. Akimoto did not; he liked his old style of fighting better. This caused a rift between him and his adopted father. Shuji was often the mediator between the two. Seijūrō and Akimoto’s bickering always lead to fighting; the two would take up their weapons and brawl. Letting out all their emotions, Akimoto was never the victory in these bouts. He wouldn’t fight to his full potential and fought how he was taught, by his father.

Since he didn’t take the time to grasp the basics and fundamentals he often made a lot of mistakes and his father took advantage of that and beat him severely on multiple occasions. Akimoto grew tired of this, and left on a boat to china, he decided to keep his old surname the slavers had given him. “Shigure” But added something to it “Buraian” He liked the new name, and started to refer to himself as such. “Shigure Burai”

On the boat he met man who master the art of Sanjiegun, Burai was most interested thin this new weapon and art style. He became the man's apprentice, he thought him how to wield a three section staff "Sanjiegun." Burai spent the next 3 months training; He was able to combine his teaching of Sanjiegun and Capoeira. That wasn't enough. He returned to his master, wanted the man's personal weapon. The master told him the only way he would part with his staff was through death. Burai accepted the terms and challenged him; The two fought a quick three rounds. Burai bested his master all three rounds; his master was stubborn and didn’t want to admit defeat.

Burai grew angry with him, and decided to add the capoeira to his the martial art; this was unexpected of him. The master couldn’t keep up with him and was outmatched. This ended with Burai’s staff wrapped around his neck. Since this was his master, Burai felt it was only right for him to end his life quickly.

He became a wanted fugitive. Eventually people came after him. There was a price on his head. He began to kill pursuer after pursuer. People began to refer to the fugitive to Yen Wang. Burai finally heard of this title, and found of that it referred to the judge of hell. He was moved by this, and decided he wanted to become a legend. He roamed China, with the name of Yen Wang. People lost interest with his bounty. He skills began to dwindle, no one came to challenge him Even killing the local villagers soon became dull.

At 21 He decided to join Wu. Once he was in Wu, with the name Shigure Burai. Once he settled down in Wu, he fell in love with a princess. She was his world, He treated her gently different from everyone else; she is the only one who reached his heart. The two Made a pact with one another. Burai didn't believe that this love would last. Burai became acquainted with two men, both who had their own unique morals and views on life, which influenced his own.

One man focused on virtue and honor; Hiroshi, who became his sworn brother; after many countless duels. He and Burai bonded together they united and announced themselves as an invincible duo They went on many adventures, but Burai’s guard Suki intervened with many of those adventures. She created a rift between him and Hiroshi.

During that time Burai met the other man; many would say that he corrupted him. Burai believed that he freed him from a false reality. Burai always referred to the man, Lute Saika as "General." That man molded Burai into his perfect pupil. Under this man's service he would become the next in line to rule over China. Burai had to make preparations of his own.

Burai misunderstood Lute’s teachings and began to dwell in the lust of his desires, one in particular death. He saw killing as an art and craved it. Hearing the death quells of his victims, the horrifying creams. Watching them die, nothing was more beautiful than a person realizing that this was their last moment. The look in their eyes when they accepted death was priceless.

Burai went on to conquer china, but his plans were sullied, by the betrayal of his subjects. Accepting this he was ready to give up his own life. His guards wouldn’t allow him to die so shamelessly. They too betrayed him; drugged him. Together they escaped the onslaught and went into hiding.


Burai abandoned his guards and vanished once again, this time decided to explore the seas. He hopped from port to port. One foggy morning he was on a boat that got raided by pirates. Burai was weaponless; the only thing that was near him was an anchor. He picked it up with ease tried to wield it, but it was too heavy. The pirates slaughter everyone innocent person. Burai found himself face to face with a group of savages. Even if defeated all these pirates, would be pointless. He didn't know where he was on this unfamiliar terrain. He didn't know how to sail a ship.

He laid down the anchor, and surrendered. The pirate leader spared Burai's life. Burai repaid the debt with his service. Burai spent months with those pirates. Eventually those savages became his brothers. They became a well known terror on the high seas. Pillaging villages on the coast and boats that they would come across. One day they pillaged a small town. "KILL THE MEN...TAKE THE WOMEN! WHERE ARE GOING TO HAVE FUN TONIGHT!"

Burai hated his family when these days came. Today was the day he had to prove his worth and bring back the most beautiful woman. He stormed of the boat and tossed a lit torch on to a house. The village soon filled with the smell of blood and sound of screams. He went from house to house searching for the one woman that would please his captain. He searched every house in the village but there was one that stood on top of a hill. He decided to look their, before he reported in.

As he made up, he saw a maiden with a little girl. Accompanied by a man. "This is the one.." he murmured. The grouped hurried into their home with Burai in pursuit. Finally Burai made it to the porch, when the man from before lunged at him. Burai easily avioded the mans attack by sidestepping and entering the house/ "I'm only her for the woman, I'm sure you both want to leave. I will make return her tomorrow morning. You have my word..." The man readied himself for another attacked. Burai's eye glared at the man. "THINK of your daughter!" The man stopped and glanced at the closet with tears in his eyes."

A soft voice came from the closet. "Its alright...This man isn't like the rest." The maiden opened the closet and greeting Burai. Their daughter soon followed. Burai frowned. "I'm sorry.. I am in debt to this man..Or I would find a weapon and slaughter all." The maiden hugged her family and said. "I already lost my husband and son. My neice and brother are all I have left."

Burai felt his heart pound in his chest. A feeling long forgotten, love..lost of those you love. "Hurry get out, before my men co-" spear came flying through the door way and into the man chest. His daughter let out a a sad cry. "Daddy!" Two soldiers grabbed the maiden and one grabbed the little girl. A Vision of his old fiance and his daughter came to mind. Burai went on a blind rage. Killing all the pirates who dared to try to capture them. An archer notched back his bow and fired a shot toward the little girl. Burai covered the girl with his own body and shielded her. "I won't let them take you from...Mizuki" The pirates abducted the maiden. While other pirates began to beat on Burai's back. He seldomly looked down at the girl's face and smiled. The girl moved toward his chest and embraced him.

"That's right the wont't get-cha-" Foot came crashing down in the back of Burai's head; the blow cause him to fall forward, with the child in his arms. Burai held her close, he looked around to see his captain. His vision was blurred. "TAKE THIS TRAITOR TO THE SHIP! You guys can take this little one." Burai blackened out.

Bura woke up, the smell of vomit thick in the air. He couldn't remember much, except he had a killer headache. Screams echoed throught the area. He was alone except an old blacksmith. He tried to think of what happened. The woman, the little girl. Slowly, very slowly it came back to him. He looked up, surprisied to find he wasn't alone. An old blacksmith sat on a cushion, a lone candle flickering next to him.

"You, my friend, have been out cold for the past few days. Each night, like tonight, the screams have been made." Burai didn't need to guess what they meant, the answer was clear to him. it was written on the man's face. Burai moved, sitting up slowly. The old blacksmith stood up and picked up what seemed to be a wrapped rug.

"Here." He set it near Burai, his face even. "For the past four days those screams have been made. For the past three, i worked on this. Do not lose it. Keep it with you. Make he right choice, follow your fate. This was the anchor you used to defend yourself. Now it's time to use it again. You have a weapon to save the innocent." With that said, the blacksmith left the area, going slowly up the stairs. Burai reached slowly for the "rug" removing the rope ties, looking at it. Indeed it resembled the anchor he once used. The weapon was quite old. "A worthless trident..." Burai found it quite humorous, and ironic. "It is a reflection of me." He stood up and reached for the trident, feeling it in his hands, feeling the texture in his hands.

He closed his eyes, remembering what happened. Another scream filled the air and he opened his eyes, rage filling him. These people were his family. Yet what they were doing to a female. He moved his weapon in his hand, rolling it around. They would pay for what they had and were doing. A thought crossed his mind. What if it were his fiancée, his love and his daughter? He felt an even more powerful rush of anger fill him.

He moved quickly up the stairs and unto the deck. The moon was at its fullest and the light allowed him to see crew members. a few had smiles and boasted about what they had done. Disgust filled him quickly. He had called these people family once. Yet their acts were filthy, made them dirty. That’s all that mattered to him. They had to pay for what they had done.

He looked at his weapon and wrapped the chain around his wrist. Moving his legs apart, one before the other, he threw the trident at the man, a feeling satisfaction came over him. As he watched the trident injure the man. A fight broke out on the deck. Those who were loyal to Burai fought beside him. Those who were loyal to the captain pointed their weapons at him.

Yanking the weapon back, he swung it around him, giving him enough room to move around and fight with his Trident. He was constantly throwing it and pulling it back to use, much like a harpoon. He spun around after knocking one unconscious and froze in place. The captain had arrived. Burai looked at everyone, who had arrived on the deck. The captain, the female, the girl and four other crew members.


His eyes traveled to the young girl and saw a bruise on her face. Her hands were bound, wrists cut up from the rope. Then he looked at the female. Bruises everywhere, clothes torn. He felt sick. Though he was furious before, he became enraged now. Looking at the female lost vaulable time. He couldnt stop but thinking, what if that was Yelena? What if she had been treated like that? And the daughter Mizuki? Someone shouted a warning and he spun around to see an enemy charging at him. Barely able to block it in time to keep himself from harm, he used the end of his spear that didnt have the anchor and hit the man in the groin area. After the man fell, he swung down, beheading the man.


It had been the perfect distraction. A scream, a child's scream filled the night and too late, he turned around to see the woman falling to the ground, blood pouring from her neck. She hit the deck with a thud, her eyes rolling back, her last breath leaving her body. He had failed her. He felt sick, and his eyes turned to the little girl. He had to protect her. He had failed her aunt. He wouldn fail her. Not now. Not ever. He vowed it to himself silently.


In a rage, he and those with him wiped out most of the crew. One of their men had taken the little girl so she wasn't in the way. Burai ended up behind the captain, the captain's men dead. "You deserve this for what you have done.." he said softly, and wrapped the chain around the captain's neck. Then he twisted, and pulled tightly, closing his eyes at the sound of the snap.


By the time the sun was up, only he, and the little girl and his family were alive. The boat had blood all over the deck. The captain was dead.


Weeks later, Burai looked at the familiar land. For the past weeks he had taken from the rich, given to the poor with his family. He had protected and taken care of the little girl. She wouldn't talk to anyone, did nothing more than nod if asked a question. Burai looked at China. The little girl had reminded him that he had a family in China. Sun Yelena and his daughter Mizuki. He looked at the docks and smiled softly to himself. It was time to go back home, bring with him the chaos of the sea.

After a few months in China, Burai had done many things. He is involved with many events. One in particular traumatized him. It was a trip to a hot spring, were his old guards ambushed him. They kidnapped Anrui; Burai was wounded during the exchange. The following night, a brawl broke out between Burai and his new aquintances and his old guards. Anrui was gravely wounded; she protected Burai from a fatal blow. Only to be killed by Suki, Burai watched Suki strangle her to death; he tried with all his might to stop her, but he was too injured to do anything.

Blaming himself for her death, he felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. The heart ache was too much. He passed out; his mind blocked out any remains of Anrui. He became emotionally detached and began to call himself Yen Weng. He tossed away his trident; used it for Anrui's tombstone and decided to wield his Sanjiegun once more.


He appears to be level headed self center man who personifies the words "cold and calculating". Burai acted as if he felt nothing for human sympathy and ethics. He focused solely on his mentor’s teaching. “Those who were worthy flourished, while the tainted; needed a quick death.” He began to live this moral; his words always blunt and unconventional honesty, made him quite unpopular among others. Burai continued on his quest for power, doing whatever he felt was necessary to accomplish it. Being ruthless, or merciful; all he cared about was the outcome.

Other details: Burai created a alias Yen Weng and refers to himself as such.