<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/940047_20071108_screen010-1.jpg)</div><em><strong>Name:</strong></em>Heichi Tatsuo<br/><em><strong>Sex:</strong></em>Male<br/><em><strong>Age:</strong></em>19<br/><em><strong>Hair/Eyes:</strong></em>Black/Brown<br/><em><strong>Height/Weight:</strong></em>6'2”/210 lbs<br/><em><strong>Clan:</strong></em>Ronin<br/><em><strong>School:</strong></em>Heichi Bushi<hr/><br/>Heichi Tatsuo traveled alone. Then again, what else could be expected of one such as he? Ronin by fate of birth rather than any deed of his own... in this life at least. What he needed now was a way back into the Celestial Order, and a way back to the Clan of his ancestors. He would restore honor and glory to that which he held most dear. There was no other way. For now though, he would focus on proving himself more than a common thief or bandit. More than those of his status were usually considered. Tatsuo was more, much more. He knew it in his very soul... he just had to make others see it.<br/><br/>Mind set on the task he had been called upon to take up, the large male moved down the path with all the surety of a runaway boulder—he would follow the path, but where it ended suddenly in attempt to thwart him, he would bulldoze his way through until he regained that path or carved a new one. Such was his way and it was no different now. What he lacked in subtlety, he made up for in determination and drive. For as formidable as the strength in his arms, legs, and back were, it was the strength of his will that stood out most.<br/><br/>Eyes set ahead he spotted the group that he was to meet and approached cautiously, not wishing to begin this endeavor on a sour note should he startle them into action. He knew very well what he looked like and what he represented. Tatsuo was not a soft man by any stretch of the imagination and the set of his intense features showed this plainly. About him he wore a simple kimono, more sturdy than ornate, in the colors of his extinct clan. He wore no clan mon so instead the mon of his family sat upon each breast proudly. Those who knew their history would know it but their recognition was not the reason he wore it.<br/><br/>As he finally stepped nearer to the four he paused and bowed in respect, keeping his body loose and his motions smooth and nonthreatening.<strong>“Greetings.”</strong>His low voice was just as smooth and even as he made his introduction,<strong>“I am Heichi Tatsuo of the Twilight Mountains and I have been summoned to serve alongside you in Tsuma.”</strong>