Droman
𐤊𐤍𐤏𐤍
God Maugan, you have such a way with words. Just reading those character backgrounds is engrossing in and of themselves. Ronin, Geisha, Speaker and Monk seem the most interesting to me, from a textual basis.
[x] The Ronin. You are a samurai without a lord, a contradiction that many see as a violation of the natural order. The nobles of the Clans see you as little better than dirt, the farmers fear you have come to take what they have made, the merchants hand you filthy coin and revel in their power, but you... you are free, as no one else can be, and you will never give it up. (Full Moon)
[x] The Geisha. By law and custom, you do not exist, a non-person who simply happens to talk and think. Because you are not real, it is no disgrace for a samurai to display emotion in your presence, to take delight in your music and admire your beauty... to confide in your their fears. It is a fragile kind of power, but it is yours, and it is all that you have. (Changing Moon)
[x] The Speaker. The dead are no strangers to you, for you see them whenever you close your eyes. They tell you their secrets, teach you their magic, protect you from your foes. In exchange, you pass on their wishes to the living and tend to the places where they died. It is blasphemy for any not of the samurai caste to do as you do, but what of it? You will not let the law stand in the way of what is right. (No Moon)
[x] The Monk. Born a peasant, you were given to the monastery at a young age, and though you walk the land and tend to the spiritual needs of the people you find yourself increasingly doubting the wisdom of what you teach. Can it truly be holy, to bow before the sword? Can there be anything sacred in upholding an order that cares more for birth than virtue? And if not... what are you going to do about it? (No Moon)
[x] The Ronin. You are a samurai without a lord, a contradiction that many see as a violation of the natural order. The nobles of the Clans see you as little better than dirt, the farmers fear you have come to take what they have made, the merchants hand you filthy coin and revel in their power, but you... you are free, as no one else can be, and you will never give it up. (Full Moon)
[x] The Geisha. By law and custom, you do not exist, a non-person who simply happens to talk and think. Because you are not real, it is no disgrace for a samurai to display emotion in your presence, to take delight in your music and admire your beauty... to confide in your their fears. It is a fragile kind of power, but it is yours, and it is all that you have. (Changing Moon)
[x] The Speaker. The dead are no strangers to you, for you see them whenever you close your eyes. They tell you their secrets, teach you their magic, protect you from your foes. In exchange, you pass on their wishes to the living and tend to the places where they died. It is blasphemy for any not of the samurai caste to do as you do, but what of it? You will not let the law stand in the way of what is right. (No Moon)
[x] The Monk. Born a peasant, you were given to the monastery at a young age, and though you walk the land and tend to the spiritual needs of the people you find yourself increasingly doubting the wisdom of what you teach. Can it truly be holy, to bow before the sword? Can there be anything sacred in upholding an order that cares more for birth than virtue? And if not... what are you going to do about it? (No Moon)