Taiyou Natsugi is a samurai and a loyal member of Cheliax. He is a very stern samurai whom, for the most part, only trusts himself. In fact, his mistrust goes so far as him not having a mount of his own unlike the other samurai. Instead, what he places his trust in are law and order, which he values above all. He aims to spread these virtues far and wide and in the process eradicating all the needless chaos. He tries to achieve this by any means necessary; the end result is what matters, not how you get there. He believes in people being happier governed by strict laws and does not understand freedom fighters, believing them only to spread misery via chaos and their useless fighting.
He faithfully serves the Black Prince, Asmodeus, whom in return lends Natsugi some of His power. Even though his faith is not popular amongst others, it has never wavered.
Natsugi is a human male, a young adult, whose participation in Pathfinder Society is in part to earn him the experience he needs. He tends to keep to himself and usually does not speak much. He is rather tall (6ft. 1in.), dressed richly and elegantly in mostly black with traces of red for he believes wealth attracts wealth and the respect he deserves. He is geared in black eastern armour and carries a katana with him at all times.
Born in a small settlement he has learned much about the woods as well as about their supernatural inhabitants. However, he was early in his life sent on missions elsewhere: to the desert areas. Hence he is used to carrying appropriate clothing around - albeit he never quite got used to the weather.
Progress as a Pathfinder:
Among the Living:
As Natsugi stood there eyeing the corpse of the master mind behind it all, the cleric of some small chaotic god, he could only fathom what had went gone through the mind of this pawn of chaos. Taking the cleric’s symbol and lifting it up to his face for a closer look he knew too well: he would never understand. With a final look at the pitiful corpse at his feet he smashed the feeble symbol in his fist. For he knew all too well: one day they too would all understand that there was no place in this world for chaos or their weak gods. He felt his scabbard grow warm. He unsheathed his katana and held it up in front of himself: suddenly a nimbus of flames burst forth and completely surrounded it. For him they only felt tepid - but for non-believers? Knowing what the Prince of Darkness must want from him, he thrust the katana into the cleric’s body. After a moment of only the sound of roaring flames, he spoke in Infernal. “Look how easily your body is disposed of”, he said, noting how the cleric was disappearing into the flames, “And yet, this is only a small portion of His power...” As the body finished burning up, the flames started to slowly dwindle and then vanished completely. He felt how his supernatural power was gone now, having apparently disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. He understood it was an early taste of the power he would earn for his prolonged faith. Natsugi turned around, clutching his ruby necklace, and walked off in silence, leaving behind no traces of the poor misguided fool.
Natsugi earned a small skull marking on his katana not only to remind him but to also show his foes that he cut down many walking dead that day.
