Submitted for your approval... Still have a<em>little</em>work to do (equipment and companion) but aside from that!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/38897e9caa930c9599a68d9160f2f35c/tumblr_o4q0wuKKVE1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hiromi Sada (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=763374)</span><br/>Human (Tian-min) Samurai 1 (Order of the Flame)<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Hiromi was born among the peasant class of the Unishiwa Islands within the shackles. An only child, she learned to craft wood from her father, a well-off teak merchant. it was a simple enough life; let the samurai worry about the Kuru reavers, and bow when they return from such battles. Sometimes, though, Hiromi's eyes did not fall all the way to the ground; this was when the son of Daimyo Ogyu passed by.<br/>It was a foolish thing; a young man's lust and a younger woman's fancy. After a brief romance, Kenji convinced his peasant girl to run to the sea with him. Bundled in his arms were his father's daisho and armor. Run away, make a new life outside the yoke of the nobles! it seemed too good to be true! And, of course, it was.<br/>Kenji was dead within a week at sea, lost to the sea after the fool drank himself into a blitz. Hiromi managed best she could, paying her way with skills her father taught her, and on one occasion, taking up the katana Kenji had left in his bunk to defend the ship from creatures of the deep.<br/>Hiromi has made her way now to the far end of the shackles, the seedy slums of Port Peril. With a daimyo's ancestral sword in her hands and his dead son's armor on her back, there's no way that the peasant girl can go home. and truthfully, she doesn't want to... On the sea, one's station of birth has little to do with your station on deck, after all.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>It's easy to be outgoing for Hiromi; she was always gregarious, and it's not as though she has to worry too much about superiors her, is it? She has a wry, unrefined sense of humor; no noble's daughter here. When she works, she<em>works</em>, striving for excellence. In battle, she has few reservations; her new-won desire for glory and fame drives her to recklessness, though not to the point of suicidal behavior (at least, she doesn't think so.) After all, if she's a criminal, she might as well make the most of that path.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>She's had but one lover, if kenji's drunken fumbling and wriggling can be considered such. And now he's dead. She notices the looks she gets from both genders, and isn't quite sure what to make of it all yet.