Name: Reiji Nagakura<br/>Age: 25<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species: human<br/>Sexuality: Straight<br/>Appearance: He's Japanese and Stands at 5'6" with a scruffy beard and jet black hair pulled up into a top knot. He wears a white long sleeve shirt, black loose, leather pants with black boots. He has a pistol belt slung across his hips. He has one large scar over his left eye that extends from his eyebrown and down his cheek. he wore white clothes and carried white accesories since white was the color of mourning in Japan. He felt it made him more intimidating.<br/>Occupation: Ronin/Mercenary<br/>Bio: Reiji crossed the pond on a merchant ship following his brother who had left when he was young. He had gotten a lead from a yakuza buddy that his brother had fled to America after getting into trouble with the mafia. A japanese man who's not building the railroads for slave wages was a rare sight so he didn't think he'd have much trouble finding his brother in the west. He had been wandering from town to town with his white horse "Masamune". He  had been fighting since he was a kid. He was brought up poor and frequently worked for the Yakuza to make money. He was no stranger to combat or torture.  He was extremely laid back and apathetic. he strolled as opposed to walking.<br/>Weapons: Colt Single Action Army .45 wiith white bone grips with the red rising sun design etched into them. A Katana he carried over his shoulder, white wrapped handle with a white scabbard.<br/><br/>Reiji was just coming out of the inn with his sword over his shoulder as usual. He was chewing on a toothpick and stretching when he saw the grey horse go shooting by and then it's rider falling to the ground. He yawned and made his way over to the commotion, his curiosity peaked. He had only been in town for 2 days and was still a bit of an odd sight. He strolled up to the gathering crowd and looked down at the bloodied rider.