Username: Yami~
Name: Hitsuji Doshi (Japanese for Year of the Ram/Sheep)
Gender: Male
Personality: Wise, caring, benevolent, and thoughtful. He is extremely good at climbing and is very athletic even though he is often mistaken for being old because of his white fur and scars. Often serious but does have a silly side that comes out when he feels comfortable and happy. He makes witty remarks all the time and has a way with words. He is extremely orally fluent and can quote and remember almost everything because he has photographic memory. He is also very poetic and loves making haikus. He hates violence despite his appearance and hates bullies even more. He likes meditating quietly and pondering life. He can also speak several languages and can learn things quickly although he wouldn't be able to count his way out of a cardboard box because he is terrible at math.
Likes: Earl Grey (favorite tea), soba noodles, mountains, watching the sunrise and sunset, optimism, poems, nature, puzzles, cryptograms, and learning.
Dislikes: Fire, weapons of any kind, pessimism, bullies, neon green, peach tea (he hates the taste), sharks, and sand stuck between his paws.
Story of how he got his scars: (Story takes place in the Edo period of Japan)
Hitsuji was an artisan and poet and lived with his family in the beautiful hill country of Japan. He loved sitting outside and watching the clouds go by or passing the time by singing to the village children and telling them beautiful tales in the form of poems. They loved him and came to see him everyday, often climbing onto his shoulders, or pulling on his kimono to get his attention. Back then he was frivolous and silly and smiled much easier than he does now. Now that he's older and has more knowledge and experience about the world he is much more serious. He still plays with the children despite his past and still tells them stories about the world, especially when he leaves to go explore the hill country and comes back to visit them. One day he was sitting in the sakura garden, a beautiful garden full of cherry trees in full bloom, and sat under a tree, the delicate branches dipping down and brushing his face. The hint of a smile flitted across his face as the cherry blossoms caressed his cheek reminding him of how his mother used to do the same thing with the same kind of graceful gentleness. The silence was broken by the shouts and giggling of children as several of the village youngsters ran down the path of the garden and spotted Hitsuji. "Oni-chan! Oni-chan!" they yelled in greeting and quickly ran up to him. His face split into a smile as he heard their childish laughter and he joined in, his deep laugh mixing with their high young ones. "Hello, little ones." He replied. The children's laughter died down and they grew serious all of a sudden, their faces the picture of child-like focus. "Oni-chan, tell us a story. We want to know how you got your scars." One of the children gently traced the scar on his face while another felt the scars on his wrist. He mirrored their solemn look and replied, "Are you sure?" The children nodded solemnly and he sighed, "Alright, but listen closely because I will only say it once." The children gathered closer to him in a circle, their faces upturned and full of anticipation. "Many moons ago, when the country was rather peaceful, there lived a boy named Doshi-san and his family. His family were very rich merchants and artisans so they had many enemies among the other families. The boy lived a happy life of leisure and peace but the peace was not meant to be. A rival family of Doshi-san's wanted to kill his family because of they were rich and successful which made them angry and jealous. So they decided to send bad men with swords to kill his family." "No! They can't!" One child exclaimed in surprise. "Oh, but they can young one. So the bad men with swords snuck into Doshi-san's house at night. Doshi-san heard them and got up to see what the noise was." "But its the bad men! Don't go Doshi-san!" Another child shouted, looking worried and excited. Hitsuji continued his narrative, "Doshi-san did get up and checked on his parents but when he found them the bad men were standing over them about to kill them. Doshi-san wanted to stop them so when the bad men swung their mighty swords he jumped in the way to save his parents from being killed. The swords hurt Doshi-san but his parents weren't hurt. Doshi-san was badly hurt and the bad men didn't care about him so they pushed him out of the way and killed his parents anyway. Doshi-san watched his parent's die and was filled with despair. The bad men had killed his parent's so they left him to die of his wounds. But Doshi-san didn't die of wounds that day and instead decided to live a life of peace vowing to never kill a fellow man as long as he lived." The children looked awed at the story but then one piped up, "But is Doshi-san still filled with despair?" "No, young one, he is not. Because he finds happiness from those around him, especially from young children." Hitsuji replied, ruffling the child's hair and making him smile. "Now I am filled with happiness."
