Ok, I’m
race: Human,
class: Ronin,
Weapon: the katana gifted to me from becoming a samurai.
Backstory: *read in a low raspy voice* I was once a noble samurai, happily watching, happily fighting, happily protecting everyone as instructed from my master. Until a grave calamity struck, people who were slain by these “things” turned into them, as I watched in battle my friend being ripped apart and pieced back together, becoming violent. . . I should be dead, but I’m not, as my master final orders were to run and survive. The evil being that caused this, wherever you are. . .I̷’̸m̸ ̴c̷o̴m̴i̵n̴g̴ ̴t̴o̵ ̵f̷i̸n̸d̴ ̶y̷o̴u̷