Nenshou

Nenshou is a lanky, well toned asian man with his dark black hair cut in a classic bowl cut. To the ring he wears long black
or red tights with wrestling boots of the other color (red tights, black boots...) and white wrist tape...but the most striking thing about him is
the face paint...his face is always painted. ALWAYS. Typically the same color as the boots with Kanjii script in the opposite color, giving him
a vaguely nightmarish appearance. To the ring he wears a variety of vestments; the default is a black robe, pulled low over his face.

Veronica Westerly

Battle Meditation — Nenshou never speaks...he never shows emotion... he is in a constant meditative state that removes all disruptions. He cannot be
distracted, intimidated, or confused. He can make wrong decisions, but that won't be because of hesitation or doubt.

Quickness — Nenshou has shed weight since entering the AWA and is now obscenely quick. This also makes him very good at stealth assaults...
ambushing prey by closing the distance very quickly.

Lack of Upper Body Strength — Nenshou lives by speed, technique, and viciousness. He cannot lift large opponents, power out of holds, or
effectively push people around.

Rulebreaking — His lack of respect for the rules leads to DQ's and disciplinary action. He is coldly vicious, and can disrupt his own
offensive rhythm with unneccesary brutality (and needless referee intervention because of his needless rulebreaking).

Need to Succeed — Both the Japanese people and Percy Childes have put an enormous amount of pressure on Nenshou to be the best in the world. Because
of that, Nenshou tries too hard at times, making crucial errors in judgement, taking ill-chosen risks, and potentially robbing him of his Battle Meditation
advantage in the crucial moments of big matches.

[The lights dim and a light mist rolls out from the entryway as "Raijin's Drums by George Sakalis begins to play over the PA System. After
a moment, the mysterious Nenshou appears, wearing a long black robe with the hood pulled down over his painted face. Pausing at the entrance, he begins
to walk smoothly and unhurriedly down towards the ring, his steely gaze locked on the squared circle.]

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