Hideaki Tatsuji 

Tatsuji regarda l'elfe oni contempler son existence en silence, son expression totalement illisible à travers son masque d'or. Puis elle est allée de l'avant, ramassant le bidon que l'homme avait commencé. Bien qu'invisible au-delà de sa barrière, un sourire venait palpablement du feu oni alors qu'il montait le long, les rattrapant lentement de derrière avant que l'imp d'un oni les bombarde. À ce moment-là, l'aqua oni avec son beau parasol rouge commença à châtier l'humain pour avoir fumé. Avant de pouvoir envisager quoi dire, Hisaya est retombé en ligne avec Tatsuji, qui n'était pas loin derrière le chariot d'approvisionnement à ce stade.
"Vous ne voudrez peut-être pas vous rapprocher de cette caravane, à moins que vous ne vouliez faire sortir vos cheveux." Elle a dit, apparemment garder son oeil sur la femme qui a monté avec les provisions. Jusqu'à ce moment, Tatsuji avait fait un vaillant effort pour ne pas regarder la beauté absolue de l'eau oni. Dans ces longues heures trouées dans sa maison, en attendant que des ordres soient donnés, il avait consacré son temps à étudier d'autres oni. Quand à Rome, comme le dit le proverbe. Le fait que son espèce était ici et qu'elle n'était pas enfermée comme un prix ou vivant libre par les rivières lui a dit tout ce qu'il avait vraiment besoin de savoir. Ainsi, malgré son apparence enchanteresse et le resserrement ultérieur de l'armure qui était déjà si petite sur lui à la vue d'elle, il avait fait de son mieux pour se dégager. En ce moment, il s'est permis de la regarder de derrière, un soupir étouffé par son propre sens de la logique. Il se tourna pour regarder Hisaya à travers son masque qui trahissait seulement l'émotion qui y était soigneusement sculptée sur sa conception.
"La femme pourrait me poignarder le cœur en ce moment et je chantais encore ses louanges. N'importe quelle femme qui m'a donné l'attention recevrait la même chose tant que je pourrai regarder le visage flustered qu'elle fait avant que je périsse. Hahaha..." Il y avait un bord d'humour au grondement profond de sa voix qui résonnait sous le masque alors qu'il admettait ses besoins pervers. "Mon feu ne nuira pas à nos ressources; encore, la dame est contre mon existence. Je vais m'évanouir."
Il tira doucement sur les règnes, en supposant qu'elle était également préoccupée par lui si juste un peu de braises contenues l'ennuyait ainsi. Tombé derrière la caravane par un pas, il tourna son attention vers le ciel. Ça faisait peu de temps qu'ils n'avaient pas commencé. Peut-être atteindraient-ils leur destination au coucher du soleil.
Name:
Hideaki Tatsuji
Age:
31
Race:
Demon Oni
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Weapon(s):
Daisho
(A matched set of katanas and a wakizashi)
Class:
Swordsman
Bio:
Born a human, Tatsuji wished to be a swordsman his entire life. Given that he was born into a relatively noble household, it wasn't difficult for Tatsuji to be taught by the dojo nearby his village in the western province in the ridges of Koto. Coming of age in a generally carefree childhood, he became a proud soldier of the Susano clan and assisted in raids, battles, and anything else the Emperors prefect demanded of them. From there, his skills grew. Life was fairly simple; making money to take home to his family and ensuring his own welfare while celebrating and living life while he could.
In his early twenties on an assisted delivery mission up the mountainous ridges of the northern province, his assigned merchant wished to stop and rest in a cave not far off the snowy paths. To which, Tatsuji begrudgingly agreed to. His merchant was a fairly young, pregnant woman and he was very tired, so once they were settled they both began to rest on that fateful snowy night.
He awoke to the sounds of screams, deep within the cave. As he rushed in, his Wakizashi drawn, he came upon a scene of horror. The merchant was tied upside down over a roaring fireplace and her pregnant belly slit open with no sign of her unborn child within. Terrified, he looked all around himself to find no one... until a shrivelled, screaming hag came barreling out of the darkness and pressing a stiff, clay oni mask to his face. All he could remember was the searing pain and the heat as it felt his body was torn... and then he awoke to his new form. A fire demon, his long black hair had turned into lockes of flame and his body twice its original size. The Onibaba-the hag-had turned him into one and explained that she desired for a husband to warm her lonely nights on the mountain and to fetch her more pregnant women for her to consume what grew in their bellies. Refusing his new existence to the best of his ability, he killed the onibaba. Despite removing his accursed mask, his transformation remained.
With news of his new form, the leader of his clan became uncertain of Tatsuji's direct affiliation. Thus, with begrudging consent, Tatsuji became reliant on secret missions away from the eye of the people of the western province and his family. No longer could he be around his friends, family and associates, he became confined to a life of a bitter mercenary when not receiving messages via a page from his clan for missions; mostly ones in which he needs to be sent to take out small villages with his new fire abilities. You would think they would be rid of him by now, since he's so much trouble to deal with. Yet he remains in the clan albeit physically far away from his leaders, considered by them to be a major trump card. He continues to send his family money every time he has the chance and dreams of one day regaining his humanity so that he may marry a wife and eventually have children. He fears his condition will always render him lonely.
Special Ability:
Able to set his blades aflame at will during battle. Eventually, this could build into a small eruption in which he can set a single opponent aflame at will; this takes a great deal of passion built up to draw power upon, however.
Misc:
-No one has ever seen him without his mask on
-Has a rather diverse sense of humor