▼ Korbin Kane Takemikazuchi
▼ Adult Male
▼ Deer/Human Hybrid
▼ Former Slave/Bounty Hunter
▼ Appearance
▼ Voice


▼ History ▼
Takemikazuchi was born to a slave mother and father, the mother sold off when he was only three years of age, his father tortured and killed by stoning. Korbin is branded a slave on his neck, holding the family crest of where he was employed. Growing up was as difficult as he wasn't allowed to be a child, so to say that he never had a childhood wasn't far from the truth. He climbed the ranks, but soon was deemed a traitor, having been caught trading plans of a future construction plan of a bridge to the enemy. His punishment was torture and to be tied to a post in the blazing sun for a fortnight. He survived if only barely, but the torture continued.

One evening, an ambush struck the lands he lived upon and the village was burned to the ground, leaving Takemikazuchi and the other slaves homeless as the enemy slaughtered all form of royalty and guards. Finally free from his life as a slave, he ran. He didn't stop running, even if his feet bled and an ankle was twisted and ugly, bruised. Collapsing, he was later found by a couple of farmers, taken in and nursed. He lost the use of his leg, blood poisoning having infected up to his knee, therefore it was removed. He was fitted with a prosthesis, allowing him movement despite the major setback it put on his plans to travel. He has since burned the brand off his neck with hot coals, leaving his skin slightly indented in small craters. At least no one would know he was slave.

The next seventeen years, he worked the lands along the families and gained more knowledge on how to work the lands, learning some self defense on the side from a local master that visited town once a week. With all the physical labor, he was able to regain his strength and able to take down his master finally, a goal he had in mind when he woke in that hut the day he was found.

Finally completing his goal, he set off to see the rest of the world, a sword strapped to his hip as he made his way around the world, taking on small jobs and bounties to make money to live by. Soon enough, he became the topic of bounties and prices were on his own head. What he had done to anger these people so badly to want him dead was beyond him. He was just now roaming, free of any slavery and on a mission to find and reunite with his mother.

▼ Personality ▼
Quiet, Observant, Quizzical, Knowledgeable, Hard-Working, Reliable, Calm, Brash, Rough, Violent, Easy-To-Anger, Trust-Issues

More to be discovered once he learns more about himself.

▼ Ties ▼
Mother - Deceased (is unaware)
Father - Deceased

Misaki...

▼ Health ▼
mental: sound
physical: heavy gashes scabbed over, twisted hip, many bruises, mild concussion, noticeable limp

▼ 3.19 - 3.20 ▼
Awoke to a thick fog and... Snow? Since when was the last time he saw snow? It seemed like years. The last time he ever did see it snow or walked in it, it was in the mountains, tracking a bounty. It was... Refreshing. But cold. He would tighten his scarf, not without difficulty, his new form was still a struggle to figure out. Regardless, it seemed more quiet than before.

Semi-exercising. Working on loosening his muscles, hip still rather sore, but improving.

Lightly napped here and there, just sunbathing, gathering his energy. Has a feeling he's being stalked, but won't question it. Chalks it up to being paranoid from his arrival and weakened state.

Watched a couple of scuffles, felt his hunter's blood boil in need of wanting to go in and slay, but held back. It seemed a few had the fray under control, so he decided to watch. Nearly barreled into, but swiftly moved out of the way before he was a new rug for the deadly hooves and claws. A bit miffed, but watches still. Can't find a quiet spot to settle. can't have shit in forest

Met a small doe-like creature who was a very muted and light lilac (Misaki) who seemed to check up on him. Reassured them that he was fine. They soon left.

▼ 3.18 ▼
Spent the last two and a half days in seclusion, recovering. Scabbed fully over on major wounds. Since his mind is now more clearer, has been questioning himself on how he arrived here. He remembers fighting a yokai, so did he die? Did some magical portal to a different realm open up beneath him and swallow him in? Many questions left unanswered.

Ended up sleeping for a bit, shifting around once in a while to get more comfortable. Now just vacantly staring, microanalyzing what could have gone wrong to cause him to end up here. Did the yokai he fought send him here? It's a possibility... (Mostly me being tabbed out, poke me on discord~)

Mainly zoned out, but did notice the presence beside him, it didn't go unnoticed. Kept quiet mostly, not really sure if any creature here knew his tongue or not, so just opted to give silent company instead. Still kept microanalyzing about how he happened here. The most likely thing is he was sent here by the yokai he fought. Or he died and was sent here in a type of limbo, but it wouldn't make sense if he has the body of a sika and not completely human. Then again, deities always did work in mysterious ways.

Hours passed and didn't realize when the company left, soon doing the same as he would take a quick walk through the shallows of the pond and return to where he woke, working on scraping up the ground to get rid of the dried blood stain of where he lay. Settled down and stretched out to let his body heal further.

▼ 3.16 ▼
As the day rolled over, had realized he had fallen into a comatose state overnight, but awoke with numbness from sitting in the cold waters too long. A constant echoing ringing was filling his ears, muffling out everything around him. This didn't concern him. It'd go away, eventually... More alert and the world isn't as foggy in one eye as it is in the other. Hip is still twisted, but less painful than before. A noticeable limp is still present, but movement is not restricted as much as the days prior. Bleeding has stopped completely and scabs are starting to form. May take into consideration to explore a bit.

Seated and watching a lotus drift upon the top of the crystal clear water, discarded his old name for a new one, Takemikazuchi.

▼ 3.15 ▼
Entered the forest in a state of delirium, heavily wounded and soaked nearly to the bone with blood, mud and urine. Deep cuts along his spine and shoulders, face covered in clotting blood. Causes of injuries are a blur and foggy in the back of his mind, slight amnesia is possible. Unresponsive.

After ten or so hours, stirred in his pained stupor and managed to lean heavily against the tree, vision blinded by his concussion, unable to see clearly through his right eye. Can't remember what happened prior to his arrival, somewhat still in shock from the amount of injuries he had to really realized that he wasn't in his homeland. Stunned and vulnerable, twisted hip. Bleeding has stopped, thankfully.

Once the initial shock had washed over him, he was wracked with convulsions of pain. Quietly bit it back and would heavily breathe through his nose. Stubborn as he was and not waiting to be mincemeat, he got up. The world swayed before he started to move, his body trembling with each step. His hip caused him to limp harshly. But his tunnel vision for the pond he saw faintly in the distance motivated him. Upon reaching the pond, promptly collapsed in a spray of water, moving to rest his head and chin on a fallen log to keep him afloat.