ShininShado
09-25-2005, 05:58 AM
Age - 26.
Height - 5'7"
Weight - There are no scales and how would he know in English pounds/kilos?
Physique - Stout, large upper body.
Hair - Short hair, clean shaven face, with small goatee.
Main garb - Green robes, dark green for ceremonies.
Feet covering - Simple wooden sandals.
Jewelry - Simple necklace of leather with jade token medallion.
Weaponry - Bo staff is main weapon of choice.
Main relegious belief - Buddhism, with emphasis on Bodsittavas and the Pure Land Sutra.
Profession - Monk/Teacher of the Taifuunome Temple of Enlightenment.
Upon turning of age, Shinin Shado was sent to serve in the Daimyo's army from his small rural village. Though from the agriculturalist caste, his father is brother of the wife of the Daimyo. His father, pulling some strings, Shinin achieved low rank in the Samurai caste. After four years of military service, he works his way up to a lower ranking field marshall. Most of their battles are upon the battlefield. Serving under a brutal warlord, he sees his fair share of brutality and bloodshed.
This reaches its boiling point as on a regular "tax" collecting round. Upon entering a small township, the warlord goes to the Temple. After requesting due taxes for the Daimyo, the head monk tells him they do not serve the Daimyo and that they have taken a pledge of poverity in observance of their believes. Seeing ornate statues and intricate woodwork the warlord is in disbelief! The warlord and the men under his command start to kill the innocent monks, and most of the inhabitants of the small village. Shinin never touches his weapon. Resolving to leave this sqaud, Shinin waits for a good oppurtunity to do so. Though honorable and noble, he was no spiller of innocent blood for the sake of a power-corrupted warlord. Upon return from that fateful day, a band of brigands jumped his sqaud.
A beautifully sunny day, as the warlord's party marched through a forest on a heavily traveled road, ShininShado daydreams of owning his own farm and starting a family, drinking saki and relaxing in the sunshine. Out of the blue, one of the soldiers next to him falls to his death, a shuriken strikes him in the neck. Two more soldiers fall before the band even sees where they are being attacked from. An ambush from brigands! Shinin counts 15 brigands. Readying his spear for combat, he charges two of the brigands with bows, he strikes one directely in the head. The other now noticing the threat, fires at Shinin, a near miss. Shinin strikes him in the abdomen and moves up with a sweeping motion, spilling the wayward archer's inards. Shinin surveys the area, and sees the melee had taken its toll on his sqaud. From first glance, every last soldier dead or in the process of dying, and no sight of any other brigands. Luckily as he rushed the two archers, the main force of the warlord's party fought toe to toe with the other brigands upon the road as Shinin fought the archers in a clearing not far. Though better trained and equiped, the warlord and his crew were used to spilling the blood of innocent folks, and their combat skills had grown rusty. Shinin sought those he had formed a bond with from his squad, and all of them had perished. He then went to examine the warlord. An older man with constant grimace upon his face, he was still breathing. Not for long... Shinin's honor came from his heart and not from following a corrupt pawn of the Daimyo. Shuriken and arrows lay embedding in trees, bodies lay everywhere upon the road, some that tried to run with wounds upon their backs. A bird chirped in a nearby tree, the sun shines through the trees, and Shinin climbed upon the warlord's steed.
Nearly seven years have passed. Shinin now resides at the monastery, not far from his home village. His parents have passed away from old age. Poetry and studying the Sutras at the temple are his main past times. He carves wooden toys for his son when time permits, and is faithful to his wife. This life suits him, and Buddha has shown him that chasing dreams do not give as much satisfaction as grasping truths. One of his many poems:
Spirit of Wind
The second wave, came now charging,
with him its ranks,
with the Family Sword in hand,
he rushed into their flanks,
for a moment he saw the Sun,
he saw more... remembering fun,
from the sword so strong, the sun did glisten,
and as his heart did start to listen,
the sound of war, no longer in his ear,
nor the sound of any fear,
the Family Sword was all heard,
it struck one foe down, another... then a third,
as it did, the sword carried by the wind,
the last one standing in the end,
the battle waged and the battle won,
I was standing when it was done,
I looked at the death on the field,
and swore that I would never wield,
another weapon until the day...
I bring peace into the fray.
Shinin Shado aspires to have the wisdom one day to help bring peace to the warring lands he lives, and the compassion to help those in need.
Height - 5'7"
Weight - There are no scales and how would he know in English pounds/kilos?
Physique - Stout, large upper body.
Hair - Short hair, clean shaven face, with small goatee.
Main garb - Green robes, dark green for ceremonies.
Feet covering - Simple wooden sandals.
Jewelry - Simple necklace of leather with jade token medallion.
Weaponry - Bo staff is main weapon of choice.
Main relegious belief - Buddhism, with emphasis on Bodsittavas and the Pure Land Sutra.
Profession - Monk/Teacher of the Taifuunome Temple of Enlightenment.
Upon turning of age, Shinin Shado was sent to serve in the Daimyo's army from his small rural village. Though from the agriculturalist caste, his father is brother of the wife of the Daimyo. His father, pulling some strings, Shinin achieved low rank in the Samurai caste. After four years of military service, he works his way up to a lower ranking field marshall. Most of their battles are upon the battlefield. Serving under a brutal warlord, he sees his fair share of brutality and bloodshed.
This reaches its boiling point as on a regular "tax" collecting round. Upon entering a small township, the warlord goes to the Temple. After requesting due taxes for the Daimyo, the head monk tells him they do not serve the Daimyo and that they have taken a pledge of poverity in observance of their believes. Seeing ornate statues and intricate woodwork the warlord is in disbelief! The warlord and the men under his command start to kill the innocent monks, and most of the inhabitants of the small village. Shinin never touches his weapon. Resolving to leave this sqaud, Shinin waits for a good oppurtunity to do so. Though honorable and noble, he was no spiller of innocent blood for the sake of a power-corrupted warlord. Upon return from that fateful day, a band of brigands jumped his sqaud.
A beautifully sunny day, as the warlord's party marched through a forest on a heavily traveled road, ShininShado daydreams of owning his own farm and starting a family, drinking saki and relaxing in the sunshine. Out of the blue, one of the soldiers next to him falls to his death, a shuriken strikes him in the neck. Two more soldiers fall before the band even sees where they are being attacked from. An ambush from brigands! Shinin counts 15 brigands. Readying his spear for combat, he charges two of the brigands with bows, he strikes one directely in the head. The other now noticing the threat, fires at Shinin, a near miss. Shinin strikes him in the abdomen and moves up with a sweeping motion, spilling the wayward archer's inards. Shinin surveys the area, and sees the melee had taken its toll on his sqaud. From first glance, every last soldier dead or in the process of dying, and no sight of any other brigands. Luckily as he rushed the two archers, the main force of the warlord's party fought toe to toe with the other brigands upon the road as Shinin fought the archers in a clearing not far. Though better trained and equiped, the warlord and his crew were used to spilling the blood of innocent folks, and their combat skills had grown rusty. Shinin sought those he had formed a bond with from his squad, and all of them had perished. He then went to examine the warlord. An older man with constant grimace upon his face, he was still breathing. Not for long... Shinin's honor came from his heart and not from following a corrupt pawn of the Daimyo. Shuriken and arrows lay embedding in trees, bodies lay everywhere upon the road, some that tried to run with wounds upon their backs. A bird chirped in a nearby tree, the sun shines through the trees, and Shinin climbed upon the warlord's steed.
Nearly seven years have passed. Shinin now resides at the monastery, not far from his home village. His parents have passed away from old age. Poetry and studying the Sutras at the temple are his main past times. He carves wooden toys for his son when time permits, and is faithful to his wife. This life suits him, and Buddha has shown him that chasing dreams do not give as much satisfaction as grasping truths. One of his many poems:
Spirit of Wind
The second wave, came now charging,
with him its ranks,
with the Family Sword in hand,
he rushed into their flanks,
for a moment he saw the Sun,
he saw more... remembering fun,
from the sword so strong, the sun did glisten,
and as his heart did start to listen,
the sound of war, no longer in his ear,
nor the sound of any fear,
the Family Sword was all heard,
it struck one foe down, another... then a third,
as it did, the sword carried by the wind,
the last one standing in the end,
the battle waged and the battle won,
I was standing when it was done,
I looked at the death on the field,
and swore that I would never wield,
another weapon until the day...
I bring peace into the fray.
Shinin Shado aspires to have the wisdom one day to help bring peace to the warring lands he lives, and the compassion to help those in need.