name: Suiichi Sensui
real world player: Sankon Minamono
age:16 (17 IRL)
class: Long Arm
level: 1
weapon: Bronze Spear
clothing: Suiichi wears a grey tanktop, having gold snaps sewn in the button slots. His arms are tattooed with markings that seem to represent flowing water. At the end of his arm, Suiichi has a glove on each hand, with a large ring fastening each glove. The ring is bolted to itself, and it extends one inch (vertically) past the glove. Suiichi’s pants are black, with a strand of cloth cut out from the side of each, running down the leg. This creates an effect, as if two strands were draped down either side, meeting at the hip and ankle.
eyes: A deep Azure, flashing sliver while using a skill.
hair: Suiichi has hair that flows down naturally, to his ear. In the front, he clumps two strands together with a bead, tied directly where the hair meets head. The large strands of hair hang in front of his face, often obstructing the view of his facial features.
height: Five feet Seven inches.
personality: Suiichi is a very mellow person, often poetic. Rather than try to end conflict, he simply avoids it, dealing with it only if he is conflicted. He is a very peaceful person, and spends most of his time gazing at the sky in a meadow. To this day, none have seen Sankon (Suiichi) mad.

How Sankon got involved with “The World”: One day while purchasing a book from his local mall, Sankon was run over by an obnoxious mallrat leaving a video game store. Mistaking it for his book, Sankon grabbed the game, and slipped it into his bag. Taking it home, he realized his error. While getting into his car to return the game, he read the backside of the box. Noticing a sign saying that millions of people played the game, he saw a golden opportunity to share his literature and ideas, and thus, loaded up “The World”.

Writing Sample: Arriving at the field, Suiichi stumbled, gaining his balance from the sudden arrival. “This is kind of tricky, I’ll need to get used to it.” He laughed, sitting on the ground. Staring at the sky, he started to recite some verse in his head, before he was rudely interrupted by some low-level monsters. Grabbing his spear at the very bottom, he swings his hips around, attacking in a horizontal semicircle. The monsters are thrown back, dissipating into the air. “Well, I suppose that takes care of that, no?” Sitting back down, he gazes towards the sky again, and begins to cite lines from “in Just-“...