Rukasu Ryugamine
"My perseverance will see me through this fight.
My sword will see the end of yours"
Backstory
Ru was an orphan of the steppes, spending most of his life in reunion amongst the stalls and strangers that came to the steppes. Ru would do odd jobs, even pickpocketing the many visitors to the steppe to survive which is how he met his mentor. A Doman samurai; Hedeyoshi the man was quick, or maybe just smart enough to keep his eyes on the young xaela. Hideyoshi was the swordsmans name and instead of turning the young Ru over to the proper authorities, he took in interest in him. Deciding to offer , instead of discipline. Little did the old swordsman know the handful he was getting himself into. Ru spent several years under the man's tutorage, before striking out on his own. His desire to learn and grow stronger driving him the far easy and west finding the marauders in limsa wasn't to his tastes he moved on to Gridinia. His interest in the lancing arts led him north, finding his way towards ishgard where he hoped to learn more of their arts, finding closed gates gave him pause, but didn't deter him. He managed to stumble upon a lordling elezen who he thought could possibly help him with entry. Though being one with horrible social graces he ended up in a duel and losing utterly. The resilience of his desire held him firm and though in defeat he found himself a goal now. To match strength with this elezen and best him. So much with how he handled any defeat he requested to learn from him, which ended in him becoming part of the vigil, where he still desires that fated rematch.
Appearance
Jet black hair at base, tips dyed red with some unknown substance. Style changes regularly.Glowing, azure eyes not unlike those of a dragon.Light complexion for one born in the steppe.Tall, even for a xaela. Nearly seven feet of solid muscle.Has a habit of wearing the armors of other cultures. It seems to skins and leathers his people prefer just aren't cutting it for him, any more.