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| The Biography of Ronin |
| Ronin Granstin, the oldest fighter in existence. He was born on the first Earth, before Robo`tech and the war. He was a Germania barbian who led a tribe of honorable barbians whom if they hadn't lived like they did they wouldn't be considered Barbarians due to their worldly knowlege and royality like standards. Ronin was a extremmly talented warrior, he had mastered every known style of weapon and could use any weapon. Though during one of Ronin's last raids on a farming town, everything went fine at first and they were winning. But than suddenly out of no where a large blue spark appears in mid air above Ronin as he knocked out one of the farmers with the hilt of his sword. Ronin looked up at the large spark that his companions didn't see, they were probably to busy pilliaging. The blue spark slowly twirled about and opened a oval like portal in mid air. Ronin held up his sword and braced for an unhuman assult. A great blue demon like creature stepped out of the portal. It's body bursting with blue flames and body was blurred out except for it's face. Ronin didn't tremble he didn't think twice about attacking. He lept into the air toward the blue creature, but the creature turned its head toward the charging warrior and smiled gentle. Ronin stopped in mid air and fell to the ground. |
| The beast smiled down at Ronin. "So you're Ronin Granstin? Imperssive for a human." Ronin looked puzzled and lept to his feet back wards. He held out his sword and growled. "Who are you demon!?" The beast looked at Ronin. "DemoN!? Only if I don't sleep well... Ronin, I'm here to offer you a job, to get away from this soon to be doomed planet. You will be granted eternal life and you can see the wonders of the universe. So... what do you say?" Ronin growled. "I'll be damned before I sell my soul to a retched being as you! Be gone demon and taunt me no more." The beast frowned a bit. "I'm not a demon you pig headed human! I'm the master of magics, master of war, master of life and death. I control how things will work out with planets. But I can not choose how people work I can merely create. I, good knight am the creatior of this universe." Ronin's eyes widend. "Impossible! You look nothing like the holy lord!" The creatior smiled. "Who said I was a lord? Who said I was a Mistress? Who ever said I had to be a angelic savior? I'm no demon and I'm especially no angelic savior you're culture has made me to be! Well the lord of this planet is... But not me!" Ronin cursed. "Silence demon! BEGONE!" The creatior frowned. "Will you atleast consider my offer?" Ronin glared, "You haven't offered me nothing only taken my valuable time." The creatior chuckled. "Time is of no importance. Well back to the point. I want you, Ronin Granstin, to train my young advocate Flik Treva. He is an elven planeswalker whoms destiny is important the surivial of all races I've created. Will you except?" Ronin laughed at the creatior. "You expect me to be a BABY SITTER for some....Elf you say?" The creatior smiled and nodded. "Yes... Now I must go, think on it and do not be misguided. Good bye Ronin.." Ronin shut his eyes tight as the creatior vanished in a blinding light. "Hmm.... Yes, creatior I will think on it." Ronin said as he looked around on the bloody battle field. |
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| Ronin's age: Thirty six Birth place: Germania, Earth Hair color: Black Hair style: Short hair with a slim beard Eye color: Hazel Weight: 250lb Muscular Agile Flexable Height: 6'5 Fighting style: Elven Kin`tel Weapon- Any avabile weapon. Magic- none Telepathy- Teleportation, feel no pain Friends- Flik Treva, Mitsurigi, Ty`rune. Allies- Crono De'vol, Lexis Elikeo, Lord Demonth of Aloria. Enemies- All whom his allies choose. --------------------------------------------------- Later years...... Age: unknown Fighting style: Esper assassin style Magic- Elementalist Telepathy Teleportation, feel no pain, planetery speaking Friends- All whom live in Tolim Allies- Mage's guild, Zio De'vol Enemies- Kilik Treva. |
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