Original artwork ©  lynxia *uses mind control (you want to watch her.) :p

Name: Rishra Oyoko
Race: Tiger
Age: 22
Sex: female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 144
Fur color: Orange with black stripes
Eye color: green
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Long Japanese ponytail
Sexuality: heterosexual
Build: Lightly muscular
Skills: Mounted combat, Iaijutsu
Talents: Perseverance

History: Lady Oyoko is a third generation tiger samurai of the Rishra clan; her father and grandfather were samurai before her. Being the eldest child in a family of all girls she trained diligently to follow her father's path, studying the code of bushido, and practicing her swordsmanship. Though the Shir'kha military was reserved about having a female in their ranks one officer, Hosuga Tatsu saw the raw potential and skill she had and asked to train her further. This arrangement was agreed upon and Rishra Oyoko was given further tutelage. By the time she was further trained she was easily as deadly as her mentor. When it came to battle Rishra was quickly known as the crimson lady, as skilled as any male samurai.

Personality: Rishra is headstrong and never backs down from a fight. Though she excels at combat and war-craft, she is also quite civilized and sophisticated. All proper mannerisms drilled into her since an early age to make sure she knows the code and acts in accordance with the way of the samurai.

Personal Quote: "On the field of battle your life is always hanging by a thread."

As a special treat I'm posting the first chapter of the story she's in here, enjoy.
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Chapter 1, For Honor
Two armies gathered on two hills facing one another. The samurai of the Shir’kha Empire were attempting to subjugate the barbarians of Golonda and this battle was to be one of glory should the samurai succeed. Indeed the Golondans would not be able to resist anymore if they lost here. For both sides this was a deciding factor. Within the samurai ranks a tiger woman was growing restless. ‘This is it, the greatest honor in all the empire, yet we wait?! Why doesn’t General Kokokaru Just sound the charge already?’ She wasn’t the only one who was tired of waiting, the other soldiers and even the horses were growing restless.

All of their prayers were about to be answered when the general moved in front of his army.
“To all who said this day would never come I ask; what have you to say now?” The general roared. “With this battle the empire shall be complete our only obstacle is right before us, let us show them the might of the samurai!” The troops roared with his words of inspiration. He then drew his katana and pointed it at their awaiting enemy. “CHARGE!!” Everyone within the samurai ranks began to move to the center of the field, as did the Golondans.

The samurai’s horses were carrying them to their destination with all their speed and might; all other noise was drowned out by their hooves. The tiger woman drew her katana ready to stain the blade with the blood of her foes. The Golondans halted their advance and readied their spears against the charging samurai. The two armies met and chaos ensued. Horses were impaled on spears; Golondans were cut down by blades; the sound of steel meeting steel echoed throughout the battlefield.

The tiger woman slashed at the first Golondan she met, disemboweling him, she moved on to her next target without thought or notice of the one she just killed. She cut down Golondan after Golondan, her blade becoming a wave of crimson blood. Her streak did not last however for as soon as she charged to an archer he shot an arrow straight though her left shoulder making her jerk to the wound. Her horse followed the rains and veered to the left. She instinctively slashed at her assailant barely missing him. He then took his opportunity to shoot her again as her horse was retreating and put another arrow into her; this one though the waist. He would have continued to shoot her had he not been cut from behind as another samurai passed him. The battle continued to rage as the tiger woman’s horse retreated from the field, its destination unknown.

The horses continued rushing was causing the woman’s wound to sting with pain and trickle with blood. ‘Is this it? Is this how I die?’ Pain coursed throughout her entire body as she was starting to lose vision. The horse pressed on, desperate to get somewhere, anywhere. The tiger woman felt her vision fading, even the pain was starting to blur. Her grip on her katana loosened and it dropped, clanging and fading from view. She slumped forward, her body resting on the running horse. Her vision was soon drowned by blackness; ‘is this what it’s like to die?’ was the last conscious thought to course through her head. The last thing she heard was the hoof beats of her horse.

Character and story © me.
Artwork ©  lynxia