Character:Disciplined•Couragious•Honest•Wise•Rectitude
Like most warriors of Isket Ryota is disciplined, it is one of his greatest strengths. He is known to have complete self control at all times, even those which are tough for him. Carefuly watching the reactions of his sutoundings before he acts. Putting his duty before himself or his own needs. Both he and his sister share this quality, however his is a by more accessive degrees. To Ryota it is not a trait but a personal code to live by. Now this does not me he is not a goof ball, because he has learned the balance between fun and work. Often turning missions into games in his own mind. Yet still being professional about things.
One thing that has grown with him from puppyhood to adulthood is his courage. Any and every great warrior has courage, without it they would be nothing. Constently pushing to see how far he can go, not thinking of the bad that could become of him. Royta never lets his fears and doubts get the best of him. Although everyone has fears and doubts he makes it seem that he does not have any. When truly his biggest fear is his sisters dissaperence. Understanding that Inari will not always be there is something he has come to agree with. Yet the fact that she will one day not be here worries him. Inari is his biggest rolemodle and best friend to lose her would crush him.
Honesty is he best policy... Royta is probably one of the most honest warriors you would ever meet. At a young age he learned to tell the truth or bad things will happen. One lie cost him and his family so much, since then he has never lied. He is loyal and fair to all. He is always sincere in everything he does, however he is a straightforward warrior. At times this can become a problem because hes not one to beat around the bush. Saying it how it is dose not take kindly to some of the other Warriors, thus putting him on their bad side.
Throughout his journey Ryota has picked up a wealth of knowledge. He is considered wise for his age. This he has his sister Inari to thank. When they travel or do missions he makes it a personal goal to learn at least one new thing. He always says there is something in Everything. Now Ryota knows he will never know everything, but he will do his best to try. Learning has to be one of Ryotas favorite things.
With a heart in the right spot, Ryota is considered a righteous soul. While he may know the correct thing to do it may not be humane. This causes issues with groups of Warriors he is unfamiliar with. Team work is one thing Ryota does not understand, unless its with his sister. Journies and tasks must be handled quickly and with precision. While his actions may not be the best for an individual it is in best for the pack as a whole.
Relationship/Story:Well life for me was never normal, From my birth I was thrown into Inaris care. I Don't know them well and from what Inari says they are not the kind of Wolf you want to hang around, that's why she left home, and why she took me with her. My life was on the run with her until she met Sigurd.
Inari nudged me as the sun of the morning came up, we both had been out all night. I was her apprentice and we were on out last field session before I was released to get my Special armor. This was a search and rescue, Kronadors had raided the pack last night and she was sent to find casualties. Our morning, afternoon and dusk had so far consisted of walking, and Along the way I asked her many questions.
"who are we looking for? what is this? how many were taken?" she looked to me as i kept spurting one right after another. "Ryota I don't know who or how many.." another pause came from her "What is what?"
She stopped and listened "Lets move some one is in trouble."
we ran in, well she as I watched. The wolf that was fighting was unfamiliar and way under fed.
Sigurd wrote:"Guess I'll end up like Sigrid. See you on the other side, sis..."
Surprisingly, I awoke from my unconscious state. Did I die? No, this didn't look like the world I was told of in the afterlife. My face hurt, and I could barely move my neck in fear I would reopen the deadly wound. I heard an odd voice, suddenly, but I was too tired to look up. "So who's Sigrid?"
I knew it was a female, but the voice was different from any I have ever heard. I jolted up at the name of my sister and gave a bloody, exhausted glare at the lean figure of a fae.
I saw the dead Kronador at her side, and her covered in blood. "Sigrid was my sister."
"And she died?"
"She was eaten by one of them." I signaled to the rotting beast. "How long was I asleep? And... what happened?" It was obvious in my voice that I was weak and weary.
From there we took Sigurd to the Pack finding no other casualties. Once there he got proper medical help and talked to the leader. As for me after that I was appointed to go find my armor. It was not the journey there that changed me it was what happened on the way back.
Halfway back I heard familiar howls, pain howls I had heard before. It had stopped me in my tracks and I listened. It was Inari and was that Sigurd? I rushed to investigate and sure enough it was the two of them being ambushed. I lept in without thinking and stood at my sisters side claws and teeth were flung and bared. I saw Sigurd go down in my preferential vision and I flung myself over his body. The Kronador bit down on my armor and i heard a sicking crunch as my armor dented and my rib broke. A yip came of fear came from my voice as Inari spun and headbutted the one holding me.
With a thud, I landed painfully on my broken rib and let out another yelp. I fought back tears of pain and watched, now they had to protect me while I was down. I could see both of them slowing down and becoming exhausted. Luckily they teamed and took one of the smaller ones out, after that the other four ran off.My sister nudged me and I let out a small whine, "Hes hurt, lets take him back" she said.
When I woke up i had a sharp pain and it was dark, I could hear others but not see them. I could of killed myself, I'm lucky to have made it through the Kronador crushing me. A sigh of relief came out painfully as everyone hushed down around me. I shuffled my weight and lifted my head, a torch came on and I saw two very familiar faces, only this time my sister had one eye closed and bleeding.
After recovery I clearly needed more training and was happy to ask for it, this time it was not Inari giving it to me it was Sigurd. He was more brute and pushed me harder. After weeks of his personal training I was able to now hold my own in a fight, and work as a skilled partner in a team.
Armor:Too big 
Art:done by me(okami style fail)Done by me (Head shot)bedtime snuggles(me)howls(Tempist Rain)