<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/38897e9caa930c9599a68d9160f2f35c/tumblr_o0g2jakTVc1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Katsumi Shandor<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human (Tian-min and Varisian)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cavalier (Daring Champion archetype)<br/><strong>Level:</strong>1 (0 XP)<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=670685<br/><br/><strong>Story:</strong>Katsumi is the child of two different worlds. Her mother is a fairly traditional woman in the Kaijitsu household, while her father... well. Apparently even a traditional Tian Min woman can be swayed by the roguish smile of a Varisian adventurer. Thus the young girl and her two brothers all grew p on tales from both sides of the family; Boldru Shandor and his exploits and adventures throughout Varisia and the seas beyond, and Aumi with her father's hand-me-down tails of life in Kasai.<br/>Fortunately for the burgeoning family, Katsumi's brothers Xantes and Hideyuki were more interested in life as fishermen and glassblowers, respectively.<em>un</em>fortunately, Katsumi tool after her brothers in the fistfight department; long after the two boys had outgrown scuffling in the streets, she would come home scraped and bruised. Her mother would fret over the wounds, but her father would rant about the proper way a girl ought to be. He was something of a traditionalist himself, and partly expected her to take after her much more demure mother.<br/>It went on like this for a while; Katsumi grew and soon, no punches were pulled for sake of her sex. When she dragged herself home with a busted mouth, her father just looked at her. Finally, in an exasperated tone, he told her "Well, if you're going to fight, you're going to have to learn how to<em>win</em>." And with that, he began teaching her. His own adventuring days were behind him; he had lost friends in bad ways, and just wanted to live his life, he said. But his skills with a blade hadn't gone too rusty, and his daughter was a quick study.<br/>Aumi wasn't particularly impressed, to say the least. She didn't want her daughter swinging a blade like some amazonian Tian-hwan! But... so long as she was going to<em>anyway</em>... The sword of Katsumi's grandfather was neither ancient nor new; it was younger than the Lung Wa empire, but older than the family's flight into Avistan. Katsumi took to the blade easily, as if born to it.<br/>But skill isn't much without practice; Katsumi longs to follow after her father's footsteps, seeking adventure in Varisia or beyond. Neither of her parents approve, but the headstrong girl is difficult to argue with.