HEY, I'm... super good at this game. I'm gonna be the mercenary leader, 'cause I can't think for myself.
Name: Haran Ebisu
Social Class/Prior Profession: N/A
Position among Ronin: Supah Grandmaster Double King
Weapons: One very large sword that is heavy enough to function as a mace when needed.
"Haran's mind is plagued endlessly with pain and strife. I pity him, I pity him more than I pity his opponents. Their suffering, at least, tends to be short lived."
- A village elder, stating his opinion of Haran Ebisu"MURDER!"
- Haran, stating his opinion on the battles his mercenary group conducts.
In general, Haran Ebisu is a difficult person not to get along with. Boisterous and jovial, he treats everyone as a sibling until they've given him reason to do otherwise. If you happen to be a competent warrior, then he'll get along with you all the better because of it. Insulting him or his kin, however, is a crime Haran finds nigh on unforgivable. Because of his naturally attention-grabbing behavior and likable demeanor, groups often find themselves seeing Haran as a leader, or at least someone capable of speaking for them.
And then he reaches the battlefield.
Haran is fueled by rage. Every man or beast he has ever stricken down, he did so with hate and anger. The field of battle is not a place of joy for Haran, as many would believe it to be from his actions. Rather, it is a place in which insatiable, uncontrollable disgust for his opponents motivates his every move. This causes him to be ruthless and merciless in combat, and any survivors of a brawl Haran's men is almost certainly a fast runner, as he would never simply let them leave.
Bio: Haran grew up isolated from society, living in a small cottage on a mountainside with his four grandparents, his mother, and his father. As it happened, they lived relatively near a road which was often frequented by rich individuals, and so it quickly occurred to Haran's father that simply stealing from them would be much faster and easier than hunting to sustain his family. This went quite well, really, as he exercised enough self control where the rich folk rarely noticed any of their money was missing.
And so it went like this for many years, until one day, while returning home from a small exploration outing shortly after his ninth birthday, Haran found his home destroyed, and the beaten, broken remains of his family strewn about the vicinity. Fire was burning down what was left of his home, and quickly spreading to the grass beneath it. Four cloaked figures calmly slunk away from the disaster, bloody swords and wads of money filling their hands. Haran was, quite understandably, frozen stiff with fear. Thought, movement, and breathing became impossible actions for him. He could do nothing but stand perfectly still and be absolutely terrified. Nearly a minute after the cloaked figures had left, his brain finally had enough of its oxygen starvation and Haran blacked out.
When he awoke, Haran found himself to be the newest addition to the luggage of a traveling Ronin, whom had been left without a master after a drunken brawl had taken him away. The Ronin, eager to find a new purpose in life, made a deal with Haran: the boy would be fed and taken care of, and in exchange, he would learn the way of the samurai.
This proved to be a task Haran was not capable of completing. The katana was far too fragile of a weapon for him, and the virtues of Bushido simply did not appeal. So after two months of fruitless mentoring, Haran found himself left at the entrance to a small village, in which he found his next mentor: a retired mercenary with an affinity for two-handed blades that relied on more brute force than finesse. In a similar pact to the one formed with the Ronin, Haran spent the next several years of his life working and training under this mercenary.
As he grew older and more powerful, the fear Haran once felt was replaced with something new: hate. Hate at the men who killed his family, hate at the world for producing them, and most importantly, hate at anyone who would dare attack the helpless with no provocation. This feeling was powerful, fiery, and pushed him ever onwards in his training. When he turned eighteen, Haran joined a small mercenary group, which he later came to be the leader of. While they were well respected and successful in their ventures, controversy has surrounded Haran for years because of his ruthless nature. Oftentimes, men with several missing limbs would be found on the battlefield after the fight, slowly dying of blood loss or passed out from pain.