Taste the Blood.
[ Player Name ] : Marie
[ Personal LJ ] : bewilderedloca
[ Age ] : 18
[ Timezone ] : EST
[ Other Characters ] : None, atm.
[ Character's Name ] : Bankotsu
[ Character's Age ] : 17
[ Series ] : Inu-Yasha
[ Canon Point ] : After his demise in the animated episode #122, which took place around the middle of the animated series timeline.
[ History ] :
You can find this info in about his role and some of his back story that his creator provided with on here and then here for even more info! And as for his role throughout the whole manga series, Bankotsu's beings at volume #26 to #28. Sorry for whoever's reviewing this and doing all the work for this little guy :/
[ Personality ] :
Considering the timeline and the responsibilities that are set upon young men in feudal Japan, Bankotsu has most definitely proven himself and to others that he can hold out on his own. Being only at the young age of seventeen, he’s already learned how to fend for himself and for the lives his beloved band mates. He cares deeply for anyone he considers friends or family to him due to having not growing up with a functioning stable household with no or very few family with little moral influences.
Anyone that's outside of that circle then becomes his mocking target and he will do his best to rub people off the wrong way, meticulously. However there are some instances he can depicted to be a serious, callous and generally seem very uncaring young man but that only happens to occur when the situation calls for it. Other times he can be incredibly flippant, stubborn, childish and laid back due to the 'inner child' inside him. Serving as a mercenary in charge of his seven man group before reaching his damned demise, he strongly believes in team work and fighting fair for the most part.
He stresses the issue of trust and loyalty, seeing as he seemingly was betrayed by the "brains" of his seven man army who went at a reluctant pace to turn on him. Preferably on his free time that he does happen to get, it would get wasted on drinking his hours away to sake, performing some form of mischief or pranks on/ between his band mates and honing and training with his blade Banryu. His beliefs and takes on life however are fairly optimistic, believing that one should each live their day to the fullest capacity and not worry about where'll they'll end up for their actions because he ultimately does not believe in a Heaven or a Hell.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] :
One of the many things Bankotsu is good at is fighting; whether it starts with words, fists, blades, ego clashing; he will never back down from a fight and wouldn't see it any other way, considering it's one of life's many perks for him. His only visible canon weakness would be when completely dropping his guard around people, he happens to become too naïve and trusting in that person and will be oblivious to whatever undertone of maliciousness they would possess or hold against him.
[ Other Important Facts ] :
Most things and fact have been taken care of in the “History” section :/
[ Sample ] :
"Where am I?" muttered Bankotsu as he groggily opened his eyes, unknowingly that would be one of the first thing he said in a couple of days or weeks for that matter. He groaned as he slowly eased himself up in a sitting position and gently rotated his tensed muscles that were found on his neck and shoulders. He reached his hand behind to the nape of his neck but stopped in mid-action to seeing a strange foreign marking on the palm of his right hand.
"What the hell?" He grumbled almost inaudibly as he arched a hesitant brow at the unfamiliar insignia that was stamped on his palm and then looked up and around about his surroundings; seeing if the person who had had something to do with it was still close by but no avail. What did the markings mean? Did it mean he would be cursed?
He pondered on about the insignia before taking note of the scenery and needless to say- it was abnormal but he shrugged off the nerves it set for him and grunted as he staggered up to his feet only feel his knees buckle, causing him to nearly collapse against his demon polearm. He leaned his weight on it, waiting for the blood to circulate in his legs soon so he could walk.
Satisfied with limping at the moment being, he took the time to look down at himself finding out then his wardrobe was soaking wet. In what exactly? He had no clue but this just gave him the motivational drive to find out. He accelerated his weight towards, taking his first steps with his hand gripping the massive pole arm and hoisted it upon his left shoulder. Seeing there was only one road, he took the initiative to walk down that path and only hoped it would answer on of the many questions he had running through his mind.
Most importantly, what was his business of coming back to life once again?
[ Questions? Comments? Concerns? ] :
None atm :)