ANJI

ANJI ODAWARA

personality

Working as a hitman for hire in the slums of Rokungai's crime district, Anji still holds a sense of honor despite the work he partakes in, which dates back to the time he was alive. An introverted character who almost always speaks without emotion in a calm, formal manner that could be considered muted or blunt. His lack of empathy and emotion while committing acts of murder are his defining characteristics, something many believe has been instilled into him by the scum that have bred him into a killer.  Anji is described as a "necessary evil". He will kill anyone he has been assigned to assassinate without hesitation, though tends to injure innocents due to his unstable shikai. Due to his successful track record, he is usually given the underworlds largest and most difficult assignments to carry out. Anji completes all of his assignments with unwavering accuracy, fulfilling all of his objectives and always eliminating his targets without hesitation.

appearance

Anji is an incredibly tall, slim and muscular man with black, curly hair cut to chin length that fans out at the tips, tanned skin and an altogether lean, long built. His attire consists of a blue bandana and a dark blue trench-coat along with black pants and a white deep v-neck shirt. He also wears black cowboy boots and travels with a knapsack carrying his belongings along with his old pair of green round sunglasses. He also has a thin mustache and beard. Due to an assassination deemed a failure, having received severe burns along his right side, the scars are a daily reminder to his shortcomings. Anji's zanpakuto is normally strung along one of his shoulders.

history

The Rising Moon was the first inn on the western edge of the small city-state of Iiso, and a bitter-sweet site to Anji Odawara. His journey to Iiso had begun several days ago, taking place in the peak of summer dry season. The roads he'd been traveling had been hard packed dirt and dusty, the seasonal heat dry and exhausting.

The mere sight of the inn helped ease the road weary tension from his aching body, but Anji couldn't help but feel an overbearing oppression of a task that was awaiting him to complete, a task that had burdened him emotionally for seventeen long years.

A task that would set his life free, or end it with him dying in a warm pool of his own blood. At the ripe old age of forty, he had a lean build that was typical of life spent on the road. His face clean shaven and his full head of black hair was pulled back tight, oiled, and tied in a neat topknot. He had thick dark eyebrows, long sideburns, tight lips and a wide nose. Dressed in a brown kimono and hakama pants that to starting to show moderate wear from long use. Over his shoulder he carried a small pack of personal items. At his left side he wore two worn looking swords that distinguished him as a samurai.

A tall stone wall surrounded the outside of the unn. Stepping up to the front wooden gate Anji rang a small bell that hung from a post. After a short wait the gate opened from the inside. A young girl, amid many bows, bade him to enter with gestures but no words. Once inside the girl bowed again and then led him to a covered veranda at the front of the inn. Kneeling, the girl slid open a shoki door made of fine rice-paper that led into the inn. Anji bowed his head quickly with a short nod, as common courtesy, before slipping off his sandals and stepping inside to an empty room.

No sooner had the shoji door slid shut behind him than another door on the opposite side of unadorned room open. In stepped a smallish man of late years with mostly gray hair. He bowed once very low, as was customary when dealing with a samurai. "Konban wa," he greeted. "Can my inn be of service to you, honorable sir?"


"What can I get you?" The bartender asked behind the bar he decided to duck away into to get off the crowded street. Sitting at the bar with his elbow on the counter and one hand atop his hair, his gaze rose slightly to see the young woman out of his peripheral. Udoing the rope, he place his gourd on the bar, then reached into his robe, pulling out his wallet.

"Fill me up with your cheapest sake." The samurai said, placing a note beside the wooden gourd. The young woman tucked her dyed hair behind her ear and took a good look at the gourd. While the samurai and his clothes looked old, the gourd he carried looked rather new a polished save for one peculiar thing. On its side were tallies, tallies that when added up came to thirty. "Are these days you've gone without drinking?" The woman asked, picking up the gourd and holding the end that had the tallies cut into toward the samurai.

"No. Worse." He replied and left it at that. A regular from the inn passed by the samurai, leaving behind a note. Glancing at it, Anji's stare centered toward the back of the bar.

"I'd like to make you a proposition." The man was unlike the others. He was taill, his suit clearly tailored for his large frame. The ground quaked as he moved, the tattoos that covered his upper body peeked from underneath his collar and at the ends of his sleeves. This one had a different air about him, he was sure.

"I don't make deals with criminals."

"That's good, because I've never been convicted of a crime."

"Nor do I deal with dishonorable men."

"We're all dishonorable, samurai. Every one of us in this forsaken world. It's the honorable acts that we do in this world that dictate whether we're honorable in the end, don't you think?" The large man towered over Anji, who was seated. Glaring up at the man, the man did the unthinkable. The gangster pulled the cigar he was biting on from his mouth, put his hands at his side, and bowed deeply, "Please, hear my offer. I promise it will be lucrative to us both."

TAIZEN [b]ONE PIECE[/b] [i]aokiji kuzan[/i] anji odawara
[b]DIFFICULTY[/b] Hard

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