Idaina Kensaku
(Minus the arrow tattoos)
A man of obvious Asian descent is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the monastery. His shaved head shines from the light, and his white mustache twitches as he breathes. His hands are pressed together as in prayer, and the man seems to be deep in concentration. Slowly, one eye opens and looks at you, the deep blue orb telling of the myriads of wisdom contained within. He stands up, his orange robes rustling after having settled onto his form that had sat, unmoving, for hours. He appears to be about in his mid-forties to early fifties, although the whiteness of the mustache says otherwise. He walks over to you and shakes your hand, his grip surprisingly strong for someone of his age. When he speaks, he has a noticeable Japanese accent. His words can be made out, but barely. "
Ah, hello my friend. I had not noticed your entrance. Do you seek guidance on the Path to Enlightenment? Or perhaps you have come to seek advice in your journey through this life."
Your answer is short, and simple; a request to talk, nothing more. The monk's face scrunches up slightly, noting the tone of your voice. "
What is the matter, friend?... Come. We shall discuss over tea." He goes into a back room, motioning for you to follow him. You enter a room that most likely serves as a kitchen, although it does not look it. There are few items inside; What is there is dirty and worn. He retrieves an old, beat-up pot and begins to heat water over a small fire. He carefully places leaves into two small cups, and pours the boiling water over them to let them steep. The entire time, his eyes watch you, those magnificent orbs probing deep into your soul.
Returning to the front room, the man retrieves a small mat and places it on the floor. He motions for you to sit on it, himself taking the hard ground. He carefully sips his tea. "
I dislike having such things in a place of Enlightenment, but I understand that not all visitors are comfortable drinking water on the ground. So I tolerate it. It may delay my journey on the Road to Enlightenment, but anything I can do to make someone else more comfortable is more important than my own needs." He carefully places his cup on the ground and lets his hands rest on his knees. "
Now, what is it that has happened, my friend? I understand you have been in a hard way ever since Rebecca left."
That's actually what you came to talk about, you mention. You're organizing a party to search for Rebecca. The man sighs and takes another sip of tea. "
James, my friend... I understand how you must feel after she left. But you must understand that she has chosen her own path now, and must follow where it takes her. There is no looking back on your path, only forward. I do not think of when I was twenty-two and left my home of Kyoto. I think only of the future, and my road to Enlightenment."
Oh, you're fine with her leaving, you say. But you haven't heard from her in a while, and you're getting worried. "
If you really wish, James, then I shall come with you. I have done all I can in this town. I have tried to help them along their path, and now they must follow as it leads." With that, the man stands up, his tea finished. He cleans everything up, then follows you out of the monastery.
Background: Idaina was born in Kyoto in 1832. He led a simple life, raised in a Buddhist monastery and set on the path to Enlightenment. At the age of twenty-two, when he learned of how much greed and envy existed in the United States, he left and moved to New York to try and enlighten people. He created a monastery and preached the teachings of Buddha. He soon became friends with the Harts, helping Rebecca through her teenage years with his wisdom. When she left to the West, he simply wished her well on her path through life, and continued preaching. When James Hart approached him to help search for Rebecca, he went somewhat reluctantly. He hopes to help the Harts grant forgiveness to their daughter, as well as make sure she's alright.
Quirks: Hippocratic Oath, Pious, Forgiving
