Name:   Isashi Arima<br/>Age:      26<br/>Height:      5’8”<br/><br/>(http://www.asianbite.com/JapanImages/FukuyamaMasaharu2.jpg)<br/><br/>High Concept:  Manga-ka Wizard<br/>--Invoke to do better as a comic-novelist or a wizard, or in situations where he can doodle to retain information.<br/>--Compel to have the publisher annoy him for a manuscript, or the White Council question his actions, things like that.<br/><br/>Trouble:  Romantic Hero<br/>--Compel to distract from long term goals with the presentation of someone in need.  Perhaps even an animal.<br/>--Invoke to gain social bonuses with people easily impressed by romantic heroes.<br/><br/>Aspect (Where do you come from?): I know what is worth fighting for.<br/>--Invoke for +2 when acting in line with his convictions.<br/>--Compel<br/><br/>Aspect: (What shaped you?) I want to grow stronger.<br/>--Invoke to learn from mistakes or recover from failure.<br/>--Compel<br/><br/>Aspect (What was your first adventure?):  “Creativity is just looking at something from several different sides at the same time.”<br/><br/>Aspect: (Guest Staring Diana Linn): "This katana has no name."<br/><br/><br/><em>Skills:<br/>Average   (1):  <br/>Empathy      <br/>Investigation   <br/>Scholarship<br/><br/>Fair:      (2):<br/>Athletics<br/>Endurance<br/>Rapport<br/><br/>Good      (3):<br/>Lore<br/>Resources<br/>Weapons<br/><br/>Great      (4):<br/>Conviction<br/>Discipline<br/>Performance</em><br/><br/>Evocation<br/>Soul Gaze<br/>Thaumaturgy<br/>Wizard’s Constitution<br/>Wizard’s Sight.<br/><br/>--Evocation Elements: Air, Fire , Spirit<br/>--2 Blue Jade Rings with silver inlay: +1 Defensive Control with Air<br/>--The Katana With No Name: +1 Offensive Power with Fire<br/><br/><strong>Where do you come from.</strong><br/>Father:   Isashi Yasuhiro<br/>Mother: Isashi Kameyo<br/>In school growing up, Isashi Arima was a dreamer.  Nothing was really worth his time unless it related to his fantasies.  He didn’t want to disappoint his parents, so he doodled notes for interesting classes in Manga form so he wouldn’t forget them.  English became especially interesting when he started translating English books into Japanese Manga.  He also liked Kendo club because he could pretend to be a samurai.  He was a gentle hearted, disheveled boy.  One day, when he was a freshmen in high school, he caught some of the upper classmen molesting a girl in his class he liked to sketch.  He felt things he’d never felt before.  Anger.  Focus.  Engergy.<br/>He took his Shinai from his bag and drove the boys away.  When he gave the girl his jacket and walked her home, he went to talk to his uncle and asked him why everything was so very clear.<br/>Uncle Hotoro smiled and replied.<br/>“You know what is worth fighting for.”<br/><br/><strong>What Shaped you?</strong><br/>Arima spent his next two years of high school flooded with ambition, rising to the top of his Kendo Club and deciding out of the blue to get into the prestigious Tokyo University.  He dressed better, got fantastic grades, and continued to do well with his art.  He finished his manga translation of Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time up to book Six.<br/>At his high school graduation, with pride and ambition he ran to the standardized test boards to see if he’d scored high enough to be admitted to Tokyo University, and found himself 13% too low in his scores.<br/>Face fallen and dragging his heart behind him, he made his way home at what felt like a limp, only to find a sophomore girl being harassed by a number of thugs a few blocks away from Uncle Hotoro’s temple.  He growled, finding his focus returning, heart racing, the world slowing.  His shinai waas in his hand and he introduced himself to the thugs like a kabuki hero, imagining klacks of the ki, landing three painful strikes and doubling one over before they dogpiled him.  The sophomore girl ran, screaming for help, and he curled into a ball to survive the rain of blows.  Then he heard blows landing that weren’t striking him.  A few moments after the blows stopped, he looked up and accepted a hand from Uncle Hotoro, who held his Shinai.  “Not bad, Nephew.  You gave the girl time to run.  You might have called for help first against that number.”<br/>On his feet now, Arima groaned out something.<br/>“What’s that?  Breath, nephew.”<br/>He tried again, and it came out.  “I want to grow stronger.”  And he was smiling.<br/>His uncle grinned too, “Then you’re ready.”<br/><br/><strong>What was your first adventure:  </strong><br/>While studying at an institute for Manga-ka (graphic novel writers) Arima spent a a few hours every day learning wizardy from his uncle.  Evocation he related too as swordplay, he was just directing natural forces instead of steel.  Thaumaturgy he related too as art, creating something from nothing by assembling imagination, ink, and words with a brush.<br/>Hotoro was a bit disturbed by how he performed Thaumaturgy if given a chance.  No man he knew started the diagram from 3 or more difrent points and brought them together.  He did know one woman who worked that way, however, and he asked her for some help.  She came to visit from time to time, making sure Arima didn’t learn anything wrong because of teacher miscommunication, though all she could explain about why she and Arima drew their diagrams from multiple points instead of starting at the beginning and proceeding to the end was, “Well, I’m a woman and he’s left handed.”<br/>Hotoro and a few of his friends investigated activity from a cult that was performing large scale vandalism with blood in the paint.  They worked up a model of the signs on a district map and they still made no sense to Hotoro and hi friends, but Arima took a piece of paper and sketched together the ways it could finish ‘til they found what the cult was trying to summon.<br/>“Creativity is just looking at something from several different sides at the same time,” he explained.<br/><br/><strong>What Was Your First Adventure</strong><br/>Arima reached the anime expo. The place is full of people cosplaying their favorite characters.  There is a cosplay to most of the famous anime in that time. Naruto is getting a lot of fame as well as Bleach.<br/>Arima’s press badge was prominently displayed on a boy’s school uniform from the anime Mai Hime, though people might wonder what kind of reporter came with sketch pad and notebook rather than cameras and tape recorders in this day and age.<br/>You managed to get inside the building and there is a lot of stuff to see. From woman in skimpy dresses to people dressed like Naruto, Ichigo and even Sakura. You know that you must interview as many people as you can in order to get their views on the event. A lot of rare and valuable anime manga are being sold everywhere and there are bouncers in ever store to make sure nothing is stolen.<br/>Arima strolled the floors, watching.  He began wiht costumes, looking for particularly impressive ones and trying begining interviews by praising the costumes, asking who made them, what they liked about the charecters, wether they collected all the comics or waited for trade paperback and anime forms.  He made no secret that he was doing a column for shonen jump, but only plugged his own stories if asked.  He ended each interview by asking if he could draw the cossplayer.  When permited, his pencil flew, but produced art that never failed to satifsy him or the interviewie, nor to capture what he thought was special about their costume.<br/>As you are drawing a kid who had a amazing sasuke costume you do notice a woman, her hair was long and black and she had black lipstick and piercings on her nose and lower lip. The woman was approached by a girl that seemed to be lost in a trance as the girl followed the woman into a backroom.<br/>Letting his pencil pause, Arima arched an eyebrow and let his third eye open gingerly, hoping it would still his fancies about ‘White Court Vampires’ from his uncle’s stories.<br/>A couple of minutes later the girl came out, his body seemed to be ravished by something and her clothes were torn and broken. Stains on her face were visible as she walked slowly out of the building and disappeared from sight.<br/>Arima excused himself and headed in the way the girl had gone, then come out.  As he went, his hands went into his pockets, slipping on blue jade rings with silver kanji.<br/>Inside you see the woman sitting in what only appears to be a beautiful throne as she looks at you and grins, " I been expecting you Wizard, you have a lot of energy I can use, unless you want to die I suggest you get on your knees and kiss my feet". The doors behind you closed shut as shadows started to appear all around you.<br/>Arima glanced back and forth, suddenly not liking the odds but keeping his back straight and proud.  "That's not very polite, stranger.  You haven't introduced yourself yet."<br/>She grinned and extended her feet to him, "You can call me mistress for now". The shadows seemed to come closer and closer to you, "I suggest you do as told before they touch you".<br/>She remained still as the blast of wind hit her, "That was a nice breeze, hon I been alive for thousands of years do you think a little beginners magic could do anything against me".  The shadows slowly appeared next to you and one of them touched your shoulder. You feel your strength leaving your body as you fall on your knees.wind should be enough to pull an American football team off of him and slam them into the back wall hard.<br/>It was also extracting a terrible toll of mental fatigue upon him, but he hoped too bluff through that.<br/>She remained still as the blast of wind hit her, "that was a nice breeze, hon I been alive for thousands of years do you think a little beginners magic could do anything against me?"<br/>“Kuso,” Arima hissed, not bothered that she’d resisted his spell half so much as that it had passed clear through the shadows, one of whom now floated down to touch him on the shoulder.  Cold agony wracked his body and he dropped to his knees.  Shuddering there, gasping for breath, he managed to hiss out the words, “You haven’t introduced yourself yet, our fight hasn’t begun.”<br/>A loud explosion was heard from the door behind the woman as it was blasted open. From the other side what appeared to be men in combat armor sorrounded the woman. A big man followed by a rather thing woman with a lollypop on her mouth entered the room and he took care of the shadows with much effort, a blast of Ice freezing them in place as the blond girl knelt in front of you, "Go to sleep". You wake up back in your bed of your apartment, besides your bed there is a card with a note and your report complete.<br/>Arima groaned as he glanced through the report, wondering if he’d had more beer than he thought, then noticed the note and read it.<br/><br/>Dear Arima:<br/>What you experienced yesterday was not a dream, you are in a world far worst than what you might think. If you ever want to find out the truth about the world you live in, if you ever want to be trained and use your abilities for the good of mankind give us a call. I will promise everything will be clear once you give us the call, but I must warn you. Once you accept and call us you will never go back to your old life again. Take your time and think about it, I completed the report for you. If you want to go back to your old life then forget what happened yesterday. If you want to find out more then come to Tokyo and find out the truth. With all due respect to a fellow Wizard.... Orpheus<br/><br/>Thinking back on the incident Arima found himself grinning at the thought of exactly how much stronger he might still become.  Then he frowned at the memory of the girl whom he’d moved into that chamber for in the first place, to find out what had been done to her in hopes he could undue it.<br/>He turned to the note and spoke to it as if to the woman who wrote it, “I’m not quite ready yet.”<br/>Over the next few years, by trial and error, in the time when he wasn’t growing as a manga-ka and a wizard, he worked in the ritual room in the basement of the old house he aquired in the countryside to forge steel through magic alone into a katana like unto the blades of old but also infused with his strength of fire.<br/>He inscribed these charecters on the blade when it was done, and filled them with gold.  “This katana has no name.  A thousand victims suffer every day, and we never learn their names, and so I dedicate their blade to their defense.”<br/>