"A full life doesn't have to be a long one." Suzume always believed.
It was always his destiny to live by the sword and die by it. To wander the earth in search for the next hopeless cause he could join for the exhilaration of fighting on the losing side, and the bliss from knowing he was a better duelist at the end of the day.
A masterless Ronin wandering lands foreign to him, Suzume seeks to increase his mastery of the blade before one day returning to his homeland a champion of his art, at the same time content with dispensing 'advice' on the 'proper' sword techniques to those willing to listen. When not practiciing his skill with the blade, Suzume enjoys smoking pipe-weed and tasting the foods of every culture he passes.
Description:
Suzume, though half a head shorter than most humans, stands tall and proud. His beak is large and harsh, which hides that fact that he would usually be smiling, something he gets around by snickering often. His feathers are predominantly black, with a few small patches of red feathers throughout, which he claims is natural, but hasn't been proven. Suzume is always clad in his red-dyed leather armor, his sheath forever by his side. Suzume's voice is a rumbling base, and he speaks tersely, though quite often.
