(( If interested, post your character here<a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=24576">http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=24576</a>))<br/><br/>If I get anything wrong, I'm sorry for not being completely historically accurate. Just setting up a decent setting.<br/><br/>The year is 1465 in Imperial Japan, were the backlash of Civil War has still scarred the surface of the once great nation. Shoguns and minor lords all fight for control of the nation, whole bloodlines being erased in blood. One such family, the Musata clan, was wiped out to a single man. To ensure his survival, and vengeance, he has recruited the help of friendly clans, hoping their blood-ties will stay strong. One family that has replied, sent their youngest child to help him. That child was Felixia, born and raised to revive the Musata family. Once she reached a ripe age of 17, she would be married off to him, ensuring the survival of the clan.<br/><br/>Riding hard through the country side, Felixia was a silent blur as she traveled to her new master's side. Her black hair flapping behind her like a cape, and her horse sweating heavily, the peasants stopped in their work to take notice of the little girl riding her mount into the ground in her haste. The village she was supposed to meet in with her Master was only a few miles away, and she believed the horse would last that long. The Ikiopin province wasn't a big place, consisting of only a few thousand people crammed onto a 50 mile strip of land by the sea. Her objective was the biggest city, which only consisted of a thousand people on a good day. After 20 more minutes of riding, she finally arrived at the gates to the city. She dismounted her horse, and walked it inside, where it promptly died, falling over onto its side. She turned to it with cold eyes and walked over to a butcher just inside the gate. Jerking a thumb over her shoulder, she asked, "How much for that meat?" The man was clearly scarred of the the girl, even though he was nearly twice her size and 8 years older. "How about..." After selling off her dead horse and getting off her supplies from its carcass, she headed over to the<i>Swinging Lantern</i>tavern, the location where her master was to be located. Upon entering, she headed over to a side area that had a view of the door, and waited.