[Steel Shadow]

Name: Kita Masaru

Side: Light

Race: Human

Age: 25

Appearance: In a word, scruffy. Slightly taller than average, with dark hair and blue eyes, he wears a perpetual grin on his face, seemingly confident even when the observer knows he has no clue what he's doing. Usually he wears a white kimono with a dark red hakama, which he moves easily in. Masaru also has a nasty looking scar on both sides of his right hand.

Weapons: The Hari No Meiro: A scythe with thousands of hidden blades all along its length, each one a different length and shape, each one retractable in ways that just plain aren't possible without magic, and all just waiting for the strange and almost nonsensical pattern of touches on it's grip to spring them out. Usually carried to look like a regular scythe or a walking staff. Occasionally the top blades of the thing catch alight, adding fire into the deadly storm of steel it already is, but Masaru still hasn't worked out how or why it does that.

Special Skill: Inhuman grace: Despite his bearing, build and personality, Masaru moves like the wind. As long as there's stable ground, he can keep his balance and wield his weapon. As long as he's not too distracted his reflexes are superb. And he's damn fast when he wants to be. He's even constantly improving this ability, since wielding the Hari in any style close to it's true potential without maiming yourself is close to impossible without decades of training, and even now he is still unlocking the mysteries of the weapon, hence more training.

Hami No Meiro Style: Wielding the scythe is hard. Grip it slightly wrong and you'll end up with a face full of needles. The style has been passed down for generation, but is still being improved upon even today, as Masaru discovers new uses for his weapon.

History:
"When it accepts you as its master, it will tell you in blood."
The Hari no meiro has been passed down Masaru's family line for centuries. Some say it is a divine weapon, given to their ancestors by the gods. Some say it was the work of a skilled magician. Most say it was the design of a madman. None the less, the family has passed the scythe down, along with their own unique style for wielding it.

Masaru was trained from a very young age in their family's style, ready for his role as it's inheritor, and he was a natural at it. His grandfather taught him everything he knew about the weapon, and once that training was complete Masaru was quick to learn there was more tricks to the Hami left to discover. Wielding the weapon was instinctive for him, and many a time, while he was deep in battle with whatever force he had decided to fight against this week, did he find some new hold on the scythes grip that unlocked a new blade, or some new use for a blade he'd long thought pointless. ?I wish I'd known that five minuets ago!? became the most common of his battle cries.

Still, he did not discover what his grandfather had meant when he spoke of the Hami accepting him as it's master, until he was in his early 20s, fighting a rather brutal battle against a bigger group of bandits than he'd been expecting. As he fought, he found these powerful men moving far slower than he had expected, their attacks easier to dodge or block than he'd ever seen, despite them actually being stronger than most opponents he fought. He began dispatching them with ease. It was then, in the middle of this battle as he beheaded the bandit's leader, that a blade shot out from the Scythe's grip, stabbing itself through his palm and sticking out the other side.

It was rather unpleasant.

Still while defeating the bandits had suddenly become that much more difficult, the Hami No Meiro had accepted him as it's master, and from that day on it almost felt to Masaru that the weapon was telling him how to use it, what blades to use for what, new techniques that were effective against enemies he'd never seen before, locations he'd never heard of. From that day forward, he and the Hami were almost as one being.

And yet he knew he still had much more to learn. Since then, Masaru has traveled the lands seeking evil to find and destroy, always seeking to improve himself, his mastery of the Hami, and in general, make the world a better place.

Extra: Still kind of debating a few things about the Scythe. It's a divinely blessed weapon, but the blades are breakable with enough force to, y'know, shatter steel. Said blades will replace themselves the next time they're activated, however.