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NAME Souza Samonji
CANON Touken Ranbu
CANON POINT From the game, after the most recent event: Special Investigation: Bunkyuu Tosahan. Most recent swords are Hizen Tadahiro and Nankaitarou Chouson.

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MOONBLESSING Cordis

KINKLIST IC and OOC
PLAYER Eri
TIMEZONE GMT-5
CONTACT Miburo#2189, subjuggul8ion

HUGGING
yes
KISSING
yes
FLIRTING
yes
ROMANCE
yes
SEX
yes
FIGHTING
yes
INJURY
yes
DEATH
yes
MIND-READING
yes
MANIPULATION
yes
OTHER
Everything above is generally yes, but I do like to plot, so come talk to me!

BACKTAGGING
yes
THREADHOPPING
yes
FOURTHWALLING
no
CRAU
Talk to me!
OFF-LIMITS
Nothing, really
OTHER
Threadhopping is usually yes, but technically a maybe, depending on the thread and the other player!

OPT IN
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THE CLEAN(ISH) SECTION

Full name:

Souza Samonji [ 宗三左文字 ]

Age:

~880

Birthdate:

1334 CE

Sign:

???

Height:

179cm

Weight:

???

Scars:

Sword callouses on his hands and faint scars from battles are what he's gotten organically, since he's been summoned. Otherwise, he has blink-and-you'll-miss-them faded burn scars over a good portion of his body - mostly on the right side of his chest and his back.

[In non-game settings, scars can and will vary, depending on circumstances/tone/AU, but may include more extensive burn scarring, and will most likely include an inscription down his back.]

Piercings:

Just one on his left ear.

Tattoos:

Yep. Just the one, and he didn't get it willingly.

Other bodily markings:

Nope.

Build:

Very very slight. Souza is slim and relatively tall, but ends up looking taller than he is because of his proportions. His posture isn't the best, and he usually stands with his shoulders curled in. Despite his small frame, he is still a capable swordsman, so he is still mostly lean muscle on a wiry frame.

Residence:

As a Touken Danshi, Souza lives at the citadel he was summoned to by his Saniwa. The citadel itself is a traditional Japanese-style estate, with ample rooms for most, if not all, of the swords to have one of their own, should they choose to, though many elect to share their rooms with those close to them. The grounds are picturesque and expansive, with a mountain backdrop, fields, a stream... and they have a little farm, complete with horse stables. The citadel also exists in an ambiguous time - it, and a nearby town, look to be from the Bakumatsu era or earlier, but the shop stocks all manner of modern and electronic gadgets, implying that in the year 2205 when the series takes place, Japan has either had a revival of old aesthetics, or that it exists outside of time itself.

Occupation:

Touken Danshi/Sword Tsukumogami

Drinking?

Souza will very, very rarely pass up a chance to drink when it's offered, and will even less often pass up the chance to drink heavily. With a past - and companions - like his, who could really blame him? He's not a sloppy drunk, with the only real indication being a slight flush across his cheeks, a darker expression, and once inebriated enough, an unsteadiness to his steps. He does get more stubborn and petulant when drunk, though perhaps that is simply the lowered inhibitions manifesting usual impulses.

Despite his slim frame, he is still somehow able to hold his liquor very, very well, frequently drinking his unwitting companions right under the table and still appearing to be completely fine.

Smoking?

Occasionally, if offered. More likely to smoke from a kiseru than a cigarette, not (only) for aesthetic reasons, but because it keeps the embers further away from him.

Other daily habits:

Pining wistfully for the day he may someday break and die and be free of this world. No, really. He'll make overwrought analogies about himself being a caged bird, he'll snark at his saniwa about how they're only keeping him for his status just like the others, and if he's sent out to a battle? He'll be terribly reckless.

Hair:

Very asymmetrical and very pink, with an ombre towards the ends. It's usually tied up and swept off to one side, with small elaborate braids throughout and with a fringe over his blue eye. It has a tendency to be curly or wavy, too, which manifests as choppy flippy bits everywhere when it's tied up.

Clothes:

Typically very traditional and very pastel, with varying levels of formality ranging from please wear your clothes correctly to you're one bandanna away from a housewife. Whatever he's wearing probably has at least one too many layers and with a neckline open way too deeply, even if he's coerced into more western-styled things.

Scent:

Steel is the predominant smell on him, but also the faint lingering scent of blood, though that's mostly covered up by fire and soot and, sometimes, the scent of cherry blossoms over anything else.

Other notable physical details:

Souza has blue-green heterochromia, and the sort of insincere smile that very rarely reaches his eyes.

Spoken language(s):

Japanese.

Voice:

He has a light, airy sort of voice, that edges to be rather high and breathy, with a tendency to trail off at random points, but usually at the ends of sentences, if he doesn't end them in a question.

His lines are all over at his wiki page, for anyone who wants to listen.

THE DIRTY(ISH) SECTION

Penis size:

6.75" erect. While it is slightly longer than average, it's also slightly thinner than average, ending up looking proportional to his wiry frame.

Body Hair & Grooming:

Naturally very little. As a spirit, his physical appearance is in a sort of stasis that means body hair doesn't really grow, so there's no need for maintenance - if he could even grow facial hair in the first place. Pubic hair is not nonexistent, but there's little enough that it looks decently maintained, even though he doesn't bother.

Size preference:

There's very little preference at all in regards to his partner's size, though in regards to men (i.e. people appearing to be uchis or larger swords), he does have a very slight preference for those significantly larger than himself in some way - whether that's in height, musculature, or both. Ultimately, he doesn't give much thought to size in the long run.

Sexual preference:

"If you want..." Souza has no preference between men and women, and will easily cave if they express interest in him (whether that's good or not is up to debate).

Best sexual experience:

Ambiguous, depending on who he's being played against, but probably just a good night with either Mutsu or Kousetsu.

Worst sexual experience:

Watching former masters do the do. Likely compounded by the fact that he probably wasn't the only sword in the room at the time.

Partner(s):

Again, ambiguous. Likely to be people he's close with, and/or people he's shared masters with in the past, to have the baseline trust necessary for doing sexual things. Could include, but not limited to: Kousetsu, Mutsu, Shokudaikiri, Yagen, Fudou, Hasebe, Nihongou, Tsurumaru, and Hizamaru, though those are only the ones with historical ties. He has the inclination to be possessively monogamous or flippant about multiple partners, without much in between.

How often do they have sex?

Rarely. After getting a human body, he's experimented some, and has a very hard time saying no (especially to people he's close enough to, or who have a position of power over him), so he's not celibate, but he also does not seek it out on his own very often.

Preferred method of sex:

The more intense the better. Whether that means it's rough and desperate, or drawn out and terribly kinky, the less he has to think in general the better, and slow, languid acts leave plenty of room to slip into self-loathing. He reacts much better to being on the receiving end of such things, because that allows him to shut down entirely, but he's not opposed to giving, either.

Favorite position?

He doesn't like to be watched, so doggy style or up against a wall if he's taking it, though giving allows a little more leeway in positioning, if he can tuck into his partner's neck. He also has a fondness for riding his partner, because he's less caged in and not pinned down, so can pull away easily if he really feels the need to.

Underwear:

None. Scandalous.

Number one fantasy:

He doesn't fantasize, preferring to allow things to just happen, though if he did, they would veer towards severely masochistic and downright dangerous, with very little regard to personal safety.

Sensitive areas:

His lower back, neck, hipbones, and upper inner thighs are sensitive in general, but the rest of his back, particularly around his shoulderblades is usually tense enough to be noticeable. His hands aren't particularly sensitive, but special attention to them is likely to make him fluster.

No-no places:

None, for the most part. He won't protest any touch, though extended, pointed attention to the mark on his chest is likely to send him to some very, very dark places.

Favorite place to have sex:

In private. He doesn't care if it's in a bed or on the floor or against the wall or over some other sort of furniture, so long as it's away from as many prying eyes as possible.

Something they want to try but haven't before:

Implying he's thought about what he wants. He'd like to die, but he doesn't want to put that on someone's shoulders in a sexual situation.

Favorite kinks/sex acts:

Bondage, D/S, most associated kinks.

Sleep naked or in pajamas?

In as little as possible, usually a light, gauzy yukata, if he even sleeps at all.

Masturbation:

He sees it as a pointless act, and doesn't indulge in it.

Toys y/n?

He has no experience with toys (probably), but with experience would come fascination and enjoyment. Anything to heighten the intensity is good.

Turn-ons:

Pain, violence, familiarity.

Turn-offs:

Heat/flame, objectification, confined spaces.

What was their first time like?

Likely experimenting with someone he has some fondness for, considering that he wasn't ignorant about sex - having been kept in former masters' rooms/by their bedsides fairly often - but knowing about and watching the act are very different from actually doing things with his new human body.

After-sex habits:

Depending on how tiring the act was, he'll either wait until his partner falls asleep to slip away, or he'll have fallen asleep almost immediately after everything's over with.

Anything else?

While Souza does lean very heavily "M", he does have a sadistic streak that is fairly easy to tap into. In such instances, he won't be out for his own gratification at all, and may not even become aroused, but will still enjoy watching the reactions of his current partner. In the end, though, he would still rather receive than give, if he had the choice.

But on the notion of choice - he does not believe he has the right to say no to most things, so sexual situations can run very dubcon very fast, even if most of that is contained to his internal monologue. On the flip side, he knows and acknowledges that he's an object, and is bitter about having hardly been used as a sword, so if he's used as an outlet, he'll mind significantly less than if he's seen as an object of desire.

↠THE PLAYER

Name: Eri

Over 18? Yep!


↠THE CHARACTER

Name | Alias: Souza Samonji

Age: ~880, give or take a decade or so.

Canon: Touken Ranbu

Canon point: Current game canon (All swords present through Ookanehira, Current Map 7-4)

History: [ Game ] [ Character ] [ Meta ] [ Swordsmith ] [ With Nobunaga ]

Personality: "... Souza Samonji, present. Do you too, desire the Symbol of Conquerors in your service?"
Souza's line when you first obtain him sheds light on how jaded he is towards life - how he's used to being owned and kept and passed around from (important) person to person as a possession, rather than as a close 'brother in arms' as other swords would be. He thinks the saniwa will be just one more in the long line of people to have him only for what he is and what he symbolizes, and only very thinly veils his disdain for that, speaking often of what he believes to be the saniwa's motivations for doing anything with him at all.

"I'm aware of it. No matter what becomes of me, you'd have me at hand once you re-temper me, wouldn't you?"
"You want to boast about having me in possession, is that it?"
"You're showing off to your practice opponent, isn't it?"
Yet at the same time, he always finishes these statements with a question. While that might be a chance for the saniwa to deny his accusation - something he would surely disbelieve - it also shows there's still some small sliver of hope left in him for the saniwa to be the one person to care about him, over his status.

"Is it alright? To let a caged bird go outside... Just kidding."
"There is nothing I can do but come back to you."
When sent out on expeditions, his bitterness shows through, covered up in lighthearted tones as always, but there all the same. He longs for freedom and agency of his own, and while going out seems to offer some taste of that - it isn't going into battle, or to PVP or the shops to be shown off - he can't simply run away from the saniwa, much as he might want to, because the saniwa is his current master, and that's not what swords do, that's not what caged birds do, and that's certainly not something Souza can do, because every time he's disappeared, he's been found by someone else who knows what he is, who uses him as he's come to expect.

There is; however, a certain level of trust offered to his brothers that isn't offered to the saniwa or, presumably, anyone else. In the Sword of Imagawa recollection, Kousetsu comments that Souza seems depressed, and instead of coming back with some quip or passive aggressive jibe as one might have come to expect from him, he opens up and comments on the 'what if's he's been thinking about - what if he hadn't been stolen by Nobunaga on the battlefield, what if he hadn't become the "Sword of Conquerors"?

"...I don't know. Whether I would have been happier being a sword of Imagawa to the end."
"So many things have happened... that I don't know anymore..."
His voice shakes as he talks about this, and it shows that he must have had an opinion on the matter once, when the events were closer at hand, that maybe he would have been happier, but that everything that has happened even colored his opinions of his masters before Nobunaga into something less than ideal, changed the 'I was cherished, once' into 'I have always only been a possession to be owned.' The fact that he isn't sure anymore also shows that he's unsure of himself, or what he would do with himself, if he had the freedom he craves so much - what would he do if he wasn't a caged bird? Who would he be? So much has happened that he doesn't know, and doesn't know what he would do with the knowledge if he did know, and can't long for the possibility, because it was so far out of reach, going through the three great unifiers, being burnt and reforged, passed from family to family as a symbol of what his previous masters had done, that letting history be changed - as would happen should the sortie on that particular map fail - would erase who he is forever. But succeeding in preventing the change of the flow of history means damning himself to everything that chipped away at his self-worth and chained him down, making him withdraw into his birdcage and become resentful of everyone who even gives him a second glance. It isn't a position he wants to be in, and isn't a comfortable thing for him to think about.

"Burnt twice, and reforged again after... But there is no next time. Aah... At long last, freedom."
He embraces death readily, because only in death is there freedom from everything that, to his view, causes him pain in the world - his reputation, people desiring him for such, the ordeal of being passed around and possessed, never cared for past status. There's no such pressures in death, and he's relieved to finally find the freedom he's longed for for so long - yet at the same time, he never did go ahead and break himself. There's a resilience there, whether he'll admit it or not, to have gone on for so long, even if he's relieved to finally be able to fly away.

Abilities and Nerfs: Souza is a tsukomogami - an object that has been bestowed with a soul, and was given a human appearance by the saniwa. Because of this, his true body is actually the sword, and its condition effects the condition of his human form - damage to the weapon will manifest as damage to him. But because of this, he is capable of withstanding more than an ordinary human, so long as the blade is able to be repaired.

He is an uchigatana, which means while he isn't as hard-hitting as larger swords, he is still capable on the battlefield, being quicker and better at scouting than the larger swords. He can also enter an 'Awakened' state after sustaining damage, which significantly boosts his stats to make him a formidable enemy in exchange for lowered defenses.

As for nerfs - I don't really think they're necessary in his case, but if you do, mods, please let me know and I'm more than happy to oblige.

Inventory: Aside from the clothes he's wearing, all he'd have is his sword.

Five Desires: The sweet embrace of death | little reminders of his brothers | a repair kit, just in case | strong sake | some peace and quiet

Samples: One & Two!

236 ❀ Born in Dornish borderlands as the second son of a well-respected tradesman.
242 ❀ Betrothed to the third daughter of a minor noble. Moves to her father's household.
244 ❀ The War of Thorns begins, the noble household is destroyed. Taken captive and held as consort for the men.
247 ❀ Taken as personal property of the future Lord Graves
254 ❀ Given as a gift to a high-ranking military official.
254-255 ❀ Passed from person to person until the war's end.
255-267 ❀ Living on the streets of King's Landing, getting by by any means necessary.
267 ❀ Taken in by Bansai, begins living and working at Irogenia.
277 ❀ King Aerys's coronation.

Souza Samonji was born as the second son to an esteemed blacksmith of considerable skill in Kingsgrave. As a reward for many years of faithful service arming the men serving house Manwoody, Souza's father was allowed to send him to be betrothed to the third daughter of a branch of the house, to live with her family in their estate, and to learn the ways of being a very minor lord. A nominal reward, but one that brought some esteem to the family nonetheless, so at the age of six, he moved to her father's house and began his courtly studies.

Two years later, the War of Thorns began and hit their house - being in a border town - almost immediately. They fought valiantly, as any true, red-blooded Dornishmen would, but eventually fell as many more would after them. The men were killed. The women, children, and boys under fifteen taken captive, Souza among them. The captives were turned over to the men for purposes of psychological warfare, and at this point Souza couldn't know if the psychological warfare tactics worked on the general populace, only that he wished he'd been old enough, or brave enough to take up a sword with the men in the fight. Perhaps then he might have died and been spared.

Instead, as a captive, he was used as an outlet for the frustrations of the men, and quickly gained a lasting reputation for not fighting back or protesting to any atrocities levied on him. His reputation got the attention of the future Lord Graves, and he was taken and trained as property, for the majority of the duration of the war. In the final year of the war, he was passed between several other high-ranking officials, until he was finally thrown out on the streets of King's Landing when his current master returned home - it was too inconvenient having someone like him around, but it was equally troublesome finding somewhere to place him, so he was left to his own devices. After all, who would care if a broken, Dornish, prisoner of war died in the streets?

No one would care, which was the sole motivation for Souza to scrape by from day to day. He wouldn't have cared if he died, but it was too pathetic, even for someone whose pride had been beaten down and nearly stamped out, to simply lie down and give up in an alleyway somewhere. So he didn't. He was already thoroughly familiar with the desires of men, so it was a simple matter to start selling himself for enough coin to occasionally buy himself a decent meal. A bed came more infrequently - usually only when someone encouraged him to stay the night - but he minded that less when his work usually took place at night and during the day very few people paid mind to someone resting idly on a bench or on the side of the road. Occasionally, he would find himself an honest job or two, usually only for the duration of an afternoon or a few days at most, filling in for an absent worker in a merchant's stall or an errant barmaid, but those were infrequent at best. From time to time he also resorted to stealing scraps out of desperation, but he learned quickly that a quick favor or two for the peddler of whatever necessity was at stake was a far simpler and easier method of getting what he needed.

Like this, he managed to scrape by for twelve years until he encountered an up and coming brothel owner who was in need of employees to fill his rooms. The offer was irresistible, the temptation of food and water, of bathing daily if he so chose to, of a comfortable bed, of - most importantly - protection was something he accepted in a heartbeat and promptly moved into Irogenia and began working that night. He's been there ever since, and has watched the establishment grow and earn a highly-respected reputation (or as highly-respected a reputation one can earn, as an establishment on the Street of Silk).

Working in a brothel is different than working on the streets, but he's found that the politics inside the walls are not dissimilar from those he'd noticed at court in his youth, and in the tents of officials in his tenure as a prisoner. The clientele were those who could afford the luxury of a brothel, and were thus easily flattered, and light conversation netted Souza with more delicate information than he could have ever anticipated. Information which he both filters to his employer, and which he freely sells for the right price, rather indiscriminately. Politics interest him little, so he has little need to protect the reputation of anyone who wishes him to not spill their secrets, and the incentive to keep them secret must outweigh the reward for telling anyone who might idly inquire about things he may or may not know.