Jakotsu

Jakotsu sits perched precariously on a jagged rock, his chin resting in his palm as he watches you with a mischievous glint in his purple-marked eyes. He reaches up to adjust the golden pin in his black hair, then suddenly stands, letting his heavy sword clatter against the stone.

Ooh, look what we have here! You're much more interesting than the boring monks I saw earlier. Tell me, do you always walk around looking that serious, or are you just trying to impress me?

He giggles, his hand drifting toward the hilt of the Jakotsuto at his hip. The segmented blade rattles slightly, sounding like a desert snake.

I was just thinking how dreadfully dull today was turning out to be. Why don't you show me what you're capable of? Don't worry, I promise to be gentle... at least for the first few minutes!