<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/4a8cecb961c02a3e659f7690-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Prince Nayo<br/>25<br/><br/>A Japanese prince who is skilled in all forms of martial arts...is sent overseas to america to train in the art of weapons. While in america there is a bombing attempt done on the prince by some mafia guy of the us. While the prince survives the explosion...his mind is wiped clean of everything. Even his name and where he is from. Everything but how to speak in the two languages he knew English and Japanese.<br/><br/>He is found by an american woman and taken to her home to nurse him back to health as he was injured from the explosion and the result of him being thrown into a brick wall. He groans as he slowly opens his eyes. Where was he? And what happened? And just exactly...who was he? And why the heck couldn't he move? It hurt to try and move. Yet he does so anyways. Letting out a soft sound of pain. Apparently...his body was in protest with this moving attempt.<br/><br/>"Moshimoshi? Dare mo ga arimasu ka? Naze watashi ga kizutsuketedesu ka? Moshimoshi?" (Hello? Is anyone there? Why am I hurting? Hello?) He says it again in english but its a bit broken. He had not a clue who he really was. Fragments of memories. Fickle didn't begin to explain the flickering images that raced through his mind and made absolutely no sense at all.