Ichi is a Samurai. He’s about 5’8, long black hair in a ponytail, a formal kimono, hakama, and a sleeveless jacket with exaggerated shoulders. He wore waraji(flip flop like shoes) with toe socks that allowed him to wear them comfortably. He wore a large Kasa(straw hat) over his head that covered his eyes, and his sword was tucked into his waist belt.

He was traveling into town, and having been walking for days, he was quite exhausted. Though as a samurai, his face never showed his emotion. He rented a room in an inn for the night, settling in soon after. He sat on his knees at the table, placing his sheathed sword beside the table and closing his eyes.

Hearing a knock at the door, he didn’t move, just spoke, his voice steady.

“You may enter.”