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Enter Rikoujin, The Wandering Sage |
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"A strange man walks into town. He wears dark clothes and carries only a single pack on his back, yet he travels for weeks without stopping for supplies. He gets what he wants when he wants it. That's not because he is a thief or a pillager, but because he knows how to unravel people's minds. It sounds terrifying, but his victims never feel any pain. Indeed, they are much better off for having met him. His enemies never strike a blow. Some say he is inhumanly fast, some that his strength rivals an elephant, others that he can disappear completely when in the shadows. Nobody knows what he uses to kill, when kill he must, because nobody has ever witnessed it and survived..." The old man went on for nearly an hour, telling any who would listen, His eyes gleamed as he described the 'strange man.' "His eyes glow bright green, as emeralds held up to the sun which tans his enormous body. Surely he must stand nearly seven feet from the ground! He could not be missed in a crowd. Of course, that may be because of his long, fiery red hair, the flickering flames waiting to become the unstoppable inferno..."
You know, I've gotta say his legend gets better every time I hear it. If only he knew that this fabled man he spoke of was listening so nearly. I can't help but laugh at the way I am described. I just wish he'd get the physical descrition down better. While I wish I had eyes that were like 'emeralds held to the sun,' the truth is much simpler, I'm afraid. My eyes are brown, and shine like... well, like mud held up to... a candle. My hair is by no means an inferno waiting to happen, but it is still quite unique. It is that emerald green he was talking about... but add some of that mud I was talking about. I've never been one to care for appearances, though I do keep myself in top shape. Inhumanly fast? I think not, strength of an elephant? I wish... disappear completely in shadows... maybe. I've never cared to look at myself in the shadows. I don't recall killing at all, but I imagine if I had, it would be nice and simple... my bow. There's nothing traceable about an arrow, and my marksmanship is top notch. After all, my family has depended on my hunting skills many times before.
The old man knows me simply as Wolfe, the name I have been known by since birth in this town, but it is not my real name. I have many names, but only one of them is true. The only people who know what I am truly named are my parents and myself. Not even the closest of friends have discovered this truth. I am Rikoujin, a man plagued from within by his own mind... or more appropriately, minds.
 Rikoujin · Sun Apr 15, 2007 @ 10:33am · 0 Comments |
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