Name: Kamio Takeshi (japanese so Takeshi is what he's called)
Race: Human
Weaponry: a single katana, wind magic, and two silver pistols (semi automatic customized to be revolvers.)
Age: about 18
Temperment: Takeshi is a drifter, he hates staying in one place. he also has a extream hate for death which could be hidden in his past he wishes to atone for his sins and other's sins. he trys to be kind beyond all of that.
Bio: Takeshi was walking through a field of high grass enjoying the sound of the grass scraping his pants, it was a sound that meant to him that he was braving a new trail but something felt off. he felt a cool breeze pass by as he walked into the shadow of a large withered oak tree snap he looked up quickly at the tree just in time to see something slightly, he put up his arms to stop guard himself from the coming person next thing he knew he has then end of a sheathed black katana at his throat and before him stood a man drenched in black cloth. "you don't even have enough fight in you for me to unsheathe my blade, it's sad really." the man raised the sheath blade to strike. Takeshi quickly moved his arms to guard his head but was knocked back by a powerful force of magic that knocked him unconscious. when he woke, he found the same katana used against him, laying on his chest.
