Post by ohanzee on Aug 6, 2012 5:10:47 GMT -5
Like many of us the journey of Ohanzee began a bit ordinary, two parents and was lucky enough to have a sister. The early years Ohanzee spent most his days playing with others his age, It wasn’t until he was around the age of eight that things began to lead him down a different path. They came from all directions eventually gathering people in the center of the village. Ohanzee like the rest of the younger children were confused scared. Up to this point the village was peaceful. These new comers wore hooded cloaks and had a strange language, they must have been mainlanders is all Ohanzee could think of. He heard of their strange way but has never left the islands before.
Time went on with these strangers occupying the village for quite some time. After the natural resources around the surrounded area had been all but wiped they mentioned it was time to move on. The one who seemed to be in charge ordered that his men gather able bodied workers while slaughtering the rest. This was the last time Ohanzee saw his family.
Years went on traveling from place to place forced to labor. Ohanzee was fifteen when the moving stopped. The men who took him so long ago were aged now they no longer had the appetite to kill or plunder like they had in the past. It was around this time that Ohanzee gathered a small group escaping in the cover of darkness and fled away.
By his eighteenth birthday Ohanzee had earned enough money to pay for passage back to the islands he vaguely remembered from his past. The journey home was one that he had longed for most of his life. Returning to his home all that left were remnants of what was left of his village. Kneeling down in front of what used to be his home were the remains of his torn past. He pounded his fist to the ground and stood slowly vowing that he will get his revenge one day.
Dedicating his life to training and honing his skill with blades Ohanzee became obsessed with perfecting his skill. He spent days in the wastes of makato-jima ignoring the heat of the desert he continued training. The shadows became his new ally as he climbed the Phoenix Mountains by night. With each passing moment Ohanzee grew stronger with each step he grew more comfortable with his abilities.
To this day training is as important to Ohanzee though his motivation has shifted to a more positive reason to do so.
Time went on with these strangers occupying the village for quite some time. After the natural resources around the surrounded area had been all but wiped they mentioned it was time to move on. The one who seemed to be in charge ordered that his men gather able bodied workers while slaughtering the rest. This was the last time Ohanzee saw his family.
Years went on traveling from place to place forced to labor. Ohanzee was fifteen when the moving stopped. The men who took him so long ago were aged now they no longer had the appetite to kill or plunder like they had in the past. It was around this time that Ohanzee gathered a small group escaping in the cover of darkness and fled away.
By his eighteenth birthday Ohanzee had earned enough money to pay for passage back to the islands he vaguely remembered from his past. The journey home was one that he had longed for most of his life. Returning to his home all that left were remnants of what was left of his village. Kneeling down in front of what used to be his home were the remains of his torn past. He pounded his fist to the ground and stood slowly vowing that he will get his revenge one day.
Dedicating his life to training and honing his skill with blades Ohanzee became obsessed with perfecting his skill. He spent days in the wastes of makato-jima ignoring the heat of the desert he continued training. The shadows became his new ally as he climbed the Phoenix Mountains by night. With each passing moment Ohanzee grew stronger with each step he grew more comfortable with his abilities.
To this day training is as important to Ohanzee though his motivation has shifted to a more positive reason to do so.
