An imposing man from the far east, with wild hair and a long mustache. His armor and weapons are outlandish, and look well cared for.
Ill-tempered when provoked, and becoming truly murderous when in his cups, Hiroaki's bizarre code of honor does not let him back down from a fight. His respect for the law and his own personal code have kept him from killing anyone (yet), but it's only a matter of time before some Westmarch rube takes some joke about Hiro's nationality too far. When he does apply violence, it is a cold, disciplined matter; he wields his blades with almost surgical precision and detachment.
Hiroaki doesn't like to speak of his past. All anyone knows are rumors of a violent indiscretion and exile to the lands of the Westmarch.
Exploits and Deeds of Valor Edit
Aside from some truly spectacular bar brawls, Hiroaki has done little to make himself known in Polisberg.