Joro Ichimaki

Joro Ichimaki, the Traveler

### *— Joro Ichimaki,* Chapter 1

**Joro Ichimaki (ジョロ一巻) Ichi maki-jō rō**, The Birth of one is the most miraculous event to take place for an impregnated women. The smile on one's face when their baby is born, the energy they give off. A newborn baby can cause others to feel and react a certain way without doing anything. His father who was known to be a bandit left his past ways to return and father this child who's name was Joro. Only a few minutes old, Joro was born into his family alongside his mother and grandparents, his father not being there. Joro was just a newborn so he didn't know who was who and who was there for his birth, but due to his birth it filled the three others with joy. The time of the year was indeed hot, things were calm as they lived in a custom built cabin home which had enough space for the five total including Joro's father. Now, Joro's father wasn't a bad person but he didn't like having to be commanded under the laws of jobs and things in the current times. He did what he needed to do to provide the necessities that his family needed. Joro's father and mother's names were Toshi and Aliza. Common names around where they lived in peace and in isolation. Their place of residency wasn't forced, but optional to their own likings, which would soon be Joro's reasoning of occupation. Joro grew up under the supervision of his mother and the two elders of his life. His father was never around so he never had that father figure around, though his grandpa was there who helped him grow stronger. From just a young age Joro learned how to walk, count and speak the basic words that were easy for babies. Young Joro had already shown high intelligence from such a young age and would use it wisely for his family's likings until he was old enough for free will. Day after day, he learned different things, numbers, words, and how to use context clues. Joro didn't really smile a lot, but his young personality was bright The years began to pass quickly, his father rarely showing up but when he did taught him swordsmanship skills and basic fighting techniques. His father came twice a month, at the beginning of the mother and the half way point of a month. The coming and going began to slow down when he never came for an entire month but had sent a letter. At the time, young Joro, he was only five years old. He didn't understand why his father had left but the letter stated as much. “*Sorry I'm leaving. Fatherhood isn't the thing for me. I can't raise some brat I never get to see.*” Joro had read it, but none but him did as he kept it a secret and hidden.

## Appearance

Joro has a child-like appearance, with messy blond hair, youthful features, and red eyes. His attire is a variation of a cloak typical white uniform, consisting of a loose trench coat featuring a hood and a high collar. However, this body is only a product of his power. His real vessel is a disembodied brain in a protective casing.

## Personality

Joro was a shy and reserved person, with his familiar being his only close friend. He usually spent most of his time reading books, mostly novels. He was extremely gentle and appeared to be optimistic most of the time. Influenced by his mother and a true testament of modesty, he willingly took blame and punishment from others so that he can be someone who does not hurt people, but rather absorb the torment. However, this lack of assertiveness normally got him bullied and taken advantage of. However, beneath his altruistic and gentle nature was an underlying fear of being alone that was aggravated by his grandparent's death. He despised the idea of solitude, hence he tried to protect those dear to him so he would not have to face his fear of being alone in the world. This was perhaps his greatest weakness. Since Joro was always trying to protect others, he was essentially trying to protect himself from ever being alone again. Therefore, to escape that scenario, he would shoulder the task of protecting others onto himself, without relying on anyone else. This was also why Joro rejected the notion of "living," because watching others die reminded him of those lonely days without anyone beside him. Hence going through all of this, Joro would rather be a shadow to ones light.

## Backstory

The Birth of one is the most miraculous event to take place for an impregnated women. The smile on one's face when their baby is born, the energy they give off. A newborn baby can cause others to feel and react a certain way without doing anything. His father who was known to be a bandit left his past ways to return and father this child who's name was Joro. Only a few minutes old, Joro was born into his family alongside his mother and grandparents, his father not being there. Joro was just a newborn so he didn't know who was who and who was there for his birth, but due to his birth it filled the three others with joy.

The time of the year was indeed hot, things were calm as they lived in a custom built cabin home which had enough space for the five total including Joro's father. Now, Joro's father wasn't a bad person but he didn't like having to be commanded under the laws of jobs and things in the current times. He did what he needed to do to provide the necessities that his family needed. Joro's father and mother's names were Toshi and Aliza. Common names around where they lived in peace and in isolation. Their place of residency wasn't forced, but optional to their own likings, which would soon be Joro's reasoning of occupation. Joro grew up under the supervision of his mother and the two elders of his life. His father was never around so he never had that father figure around, though his grandpa was there who helped him grow stronger. From just a young age Joro learned how to walk, count and speak the basic words that were easy for babies. Young Joro had already shown high intelligence from such a young age and would use it wisely for his family's likings until he was old enough for free will. Day after day, he learned different things, numbers, words, and how to use context clues. Joro didn't really smile a lot, but his young personality was bright. The years began to pass quickly, his father rarely showing up but when he did taught him swordsmanship skills and basic fighting techniques. His father came twice a month, at the beginning of the mother and the half way point of a month. The coming and going began to slow down when he never came for an entire month but had sent a letter. At the time, young Joro, he was only five years old. He didn't understand why his father had left but the letter stated as much. “*Sorry I'm leaving. Fatherhood isn't the thing for me. I can't raise some brat I never get to see.*” Joro had read it, but none but him did as he kept it a secret and hidden. Joro felt like a burden, he didn't cry or become upset that it somehow changes his mentality. The young Joro had decided it was time to man up since his father was gone it was going to be his job to cater to the families needs. Joro had a sense for justice, but he was a chaotic neutral based person, in the end Joro would only do that's that benefited him. Every day since the note, Joro did pushy ups, situps and ran up and down the hill near his home. During the nights he'd find a way to climb to his home's roof and meditate, growing mentality and physically everyday for the world ahead of him.

The time began passing faster, but during the years his physique was impressive, his family didn't know what he had been doing but as results of his personal training began to show they smiled. His father never returning occurred to them toha, that reason was why he began his own training over the years, and they were correct. One day at the age of ten, five years passing he stole money from his mother, it was late at night so to not be caught Joro set up a fake break in. His intelligence was used against his father as he staged the break in resulting in them being robbed, but he was the robber the entire time. Over the current years he had built up his speed so he was small and fast enough to sneak around after the setup. Collecting the money and saving it up, he hid it under the floor bed of his room next to his bed. Little by little, the three grew older as Joro grew stronger,  storing up the little amounts of money which then turned out to be more than one would expect to be. Until the day he'd set out, he'd save up until that point due to the needs of expensive materials he planned on buying. Joro needed a horse with durable gear, luggage bags and on the go camping materials that he didn't need a wagon for. He was still growing so the size for his future type attire was unknown but he wanted something similar to a cloak, All white with a turnout/in side of black. For such a young child one could say it was a lot of thinking, planning and understanding things that would sometimes take others to adjust to more. He was basically living alone as his mother and grandparents grew old. He, who was once taken care of by them has flipped and now he's the one taking care of them. He didn't mind doing it thought being isolated made him grow distant with others so he began to grown distant to his mother and grandparents. The only reason he stayed around to help was because he was a child and still needed them, but at the same time he felt he had to take care of them as what they had been doing for him over the years.

Joro had been told about the war that happened years ago, being young the detailed stuck a nerve as he wanted to experience a life of the sort as well. His physique was more so angled around top shop for a youngster but he needed to grow in other areas as well not just his physical capabilities. His young mind still had to mature, though he personally felt he was a male in his early twenties he was hardly even just a teen. “A Fatherless Child, A Fatherless Birthday & Another Fatherless Year”. It wasn't meant to be cringy of the sort, but it was a quote Joro said during special events like he didn't have anything to lose. It was that day again, another year years, June twenty sixth. Joro's first birthday without a cake but he didn't really mind it. He was awoken to large resting upon the wall next to his room door, it was rather long to say at least. He knew it was his birthday, but he didn't expect a gift as he thought they'd gone poor from him stealing, and the saying of his mother saying that there wouldn't be a cake on his birthday. It was early in the morning, the usual time be awoken which was minutes become sunrise. He had got out of his bed and walked over to the old dingy box, seemed new but old. With a blank expression which represented dull feelings, his mind began to fill with questions, his heart racing wanting to see what it was but making it seem like he didn't care. It was like a bright light coming from the box as Joro reached his hand in and pulled out a long sword. Attached to the sword was a not, it was from his father whom he hadn't seen in over several years. He read the note in his head, “*Happy thirteenth birthday! I know I haven't seen you but i made enough money to buy you this. It's called Ichi, it stands for a future goal, from dad.*” Joro stood then looking down, his hair overshadowed his eyes as a droplet hit the floor.

Joro rubbed his hand across his face, he had to man up meaning not crying. He accepted the gift from his father then places it under his bed where it would be hidden. On that note, it seemed that Joro's family had really went poor until he walk from out of his room to see his mother and grandparents chattering with laughs. It was painful to see Joro and his family had to have been looked out by a man who walked out on them and made his pride crumble, he couldn't go for as such so it was time. Silently, he packed the money in a bag resting it upon his bed along with his newly owned sword. The sword had came with a strap on sheath that could be adjusted on ones body. Grabbing a journal stuffing it in a bag along with a bottle of water and a loaf of bread he opened his window. Turning back to the bed, he strapped the attachment on his body, sheathing the sword which was a bit small than the total length of his body, the sword being fifty inches long. He grabbed the money bag tossing it over his arm and neck adjusting it to the backside of his back, then grabbing the next bag doing the same, but allowed it to hand to his side almost like a purse. Walking towards the opened window, he crawled out leaving to set his sights on the world gaining riches so no one would ever have to look after him ever again. There were exceptions, enclosed in fame, the world would basically be taking care of him buy supporting him with money. That was when he became famous and known. His mother and grandparents soon entering him room only for them to see Joro's few items missing and an open window indicating the scene, he'd left forever. No glimpse back towards the house because love was a weakness in Joro's mind and if he stayed he'd grow soft and he wanted to be strong. He walked towards the nearest post to try and find a horse and a map so that he would be able to set his sights on boundless locations that those in fear wouldn't travel to

## Divinity

### The Forsaken Treasure: "Isshō"

**Isshō Moon:** ***(Isshō Moon, The Fallen World)***, is a spell that is casted upon a land area. For this to work, the terrain must be rocky like and have rock beneath the surface of the earth. When this spell is being casted, the user is unable to engage in combat via having to keep their hands held together. The ground rumbles as pieces of rock began to form 50 feet in the air. Due to the height of such, it takes time to create as such and the size can vary. With the current ability range, it's size reaches out in each direction in a radius of a one fourth of a mile, that's the scale for the tier right now. The spell can be distributed through, fire shot at it burning through the cracks forcing it apart. Lighting crumbling it all, and finally, the caster redrawing from its creation.

**Isshō Rain:** ***(Isshō Rain, The Shooting Stars)***,is a technique where in the palm of the casters hand, a ball appears, the color of the casters divinity color. The orb grows to be the size of the caster's palm, meaning it isn't large, yet. Allowing the orb to float above them being 20 feet high, now other smaller orbs form around it. 6 total, only being a total of 6 inches from the original orb. Their  purpose is for attacking, this orb is used to help target the entities, it runs on the casters divinity pool and stamina. The bullets that're shot at the target are dodgable and clashable, so a sword can deflect them as well as a shield. Due to the spell being used based on the caster's own divinity pool, it's limit of time usage is based upon how long the caster can hold out. Since the attack is target based, controlled by the caster, distrusting them with close quarters will render their usage of targeting others with the spell dull since they're distracted trying to avoid their target.

**Isshō Void:** ***(Isshō Void, Sand Wormhole)***, is a rather peculiar technique. It begins with the ground beginning to turn soft as the caster places their sword into the ground casually. With the ground usually being seen as nature just doing it's thing but quickly, it begins to turn softer and seem like quick sand. If a target is lowered beneath their knees then they'll be doomed if they struggle more than needed. The wormhole has a depth of only seven feet deep so if they can hold their breath to find a way out they'll be fine. The limited range radius is only twenty feet. Meaning even trees are swallowed in but won't go deep. Because of the size and depth, it drains divinity based on those two factors. Anything larger will drain at a constant rate of 5% of divinity.

**Isshō Defense:** ***(Ishhō Defense Point, Heavy Metal)***, is mostly a defensive spell. A somewht basic defensive spell at that. The basics of this spell uses the earths magnet properties found in soil and enforces the casters body. Their body grows heavier, but this doesn't effect their speed much. It's gives them a higher durability along with strength and the ability to be unaffected by fire, seeing as fire is ineffective to a metal being a great conductor. Like all spells, it has its limit of time usage which is 3 post turns. The limit is already explain in the spells description, but it can only withstand a total of 250° before it is worn out. Since the casters body is being enforced, there is a gap between it's activation and deactivation which is two seconds of their guard being down. In exchange for strength, they'll be unable to dodge while activating such.