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Intro.

April threadlogs.

May threadlogs.

This is a really old headcanon list back from the first time I tried to app Benkei (so about that old dup), made with input from Nishi and SLIGHTLY UPDATED. Like, I had to only change the part about knives and yanquis. That was it!

- Benkei didn't start out with Air Trek as her pair of wheels: she started out as a motorcycle enthusiast in the Yankis of Kansai. ACTUALLY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT IT MAKES MORE SENSE FOR HER MOTHER TO BE THE EX-YANQUI ONLY.

- Her father, a mechanic didn't exactly stop this and neither did her mother, an old gang hand herself, although she's now a hairdresser and she did manage to drill a love of some of the girlier things in life into her.

- Benkei has dinner with her parents every other weekend when she's in town. She doesn't smoke her pipe in the house and wears a decent skirt and a real shirt, but she does keep her AT on and has gone straight from dinner to a battle before, but not recently. People seem to have gotten the point.

- She has a few part time jobs: some nights she works in a bar, and when she wants, she tunes up motorcycles, and sometimes AT, although rarely on anyone else then her own. She designed her own boots and the Panther.

- Benkei is a Edo/samurai era shows enthusiast. She also doesn't mind wrestling and was a bit of fan of Rika. But the samurai shows will always be her first love.

- She doesn't like knives and chains very much (for simple combat), because they're inelegant and a crutch to boot. For the tough situations, well. It never hurts to have a backup plan!

- Benkei punched Yoshutine into a wall the first time they met, walked out on him the second time and started listening to him the third time, but only because he started acting seriously. Previously, he was just the neighborhood arcade champion, and known letch.

- However, they found they could bond over black and white bushido films, on Saturday mornings with popcorn, strawberry pocky and beer.

- The names, incidentally, are intentional. No, you don't get to know their real ones.

- She doesn't like skirts as much as pants because have you tried to wear a skirt on a motorcycle?

- She got the pipe from a smoke shop that with an older man as a shop owner. She traded three kisses to get a good discount and then ignored the shopkeeper. She only smokes tobacco in it, and only a very mild blend. She smokes Marlbros if she's smoking cigarettes.

- Benkei can drink people under the table if they stick to beer, wine or sake. Mixed drinks are her downfall, however, and she's known to be spectacularly wasted after the third.

Somewhere older then 18 is my best guess.
Tall? Like, six foot or more is probably accurate, especially because she wears heeled AT all the time.
NO CLUE? What you'd expect from someone of her size and high muscle mass?
Missing her right leg above the knee, and has been smoking for years, is vegitarian. Is still ridiculously fit.
Red contacts hiding brown eyes.
Black.
Tall, graceful, doesn't wear real pants, probably smoking, and oh yeah, missing a leg. She'll be using Panther Corsica as well as her motorbike for getting around. I may have camp give her a wheelchair with a gun rack. I think she'd totally put one on hers, okay.

I can probably roll with practically anything. If it's possibly a problem, we'll talk it out first, mmn?

Has ninjalike sneaking abilities: can ride AT if not at the king level, at least with the BIG boys and girls and make them take notice, because she is very fast, strong and accurate. Can ride a motorbike: can has Basic Martial Weapons Proficiency.

Will be gradually recovering from a recent spoilery trauma at first: is more aware of her surroundings then she necessarily looks. Is actually honestly proud and comforted by her femininity, so her thought process in total goes something like: trauma > situational awareness > AT > politics > femininity at the moment.

Yes/please ask/sure/sure.

Sure! Be advised of the likelihood of your trip into the nearest wall if you try, though.

Maim attempts yes, talk to me about the other two but I am leaning to no.

...probably nothing but something extremely basic? Makes Yoshitsune find someone else to make his goddamn ramen.

Name: Benkei
Series: Air Gear
Age: appears roughly 20

Canon: [SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 232 ON IN THE ENTIRE APP.] Air Gear is a story about rollerbladers in middle school. Really! Take one up and coming schoolyard punk, strap a pair of rocket engines on his feet, and tell him to go conquer the world—the world of AT, or Air Treck, that is. AT are the super popular motorized rollerblades that are becoming a fad everywhere, from the most high-spirited schoolkid, to the average salaryman, even to the mafia and the military. But still, the heart of the story is the tale of one Minami Ikki who wants to skate his way to the top of the AT underground, and the people whom he meets upon the way.

Benki, the second in command of Trident, a AT riding gang, is both a tough and gentle woman. To her, her duty to Trident comes first in her life. She's the brawn behind the brains of Yoshitsune (the leader of Trident), whose rude and lecherous ways she manages to barely tolerate, usually stopping just short of kicking him into the nearest wall. Using her considerable fighting and riding skills, she is sometimes referred to as Bishtemon, or "God of Warriors." Perhaps this is because she talks like she's from a samurai film, going from relaxed and casual language to dramatic proclamations, complete with gesturing with her pipe, when she's being serious. Considering that she was capable of shoving ten people at once into a wall with one well-aimed kick, the nickname is not entirely a jest. This is not to say that she's without her softer, happier, and more cheerful side: she loves showers, strawberries, leopard print clothing, talking with heartmarks, and being reassuring in her own caring, if not always helpful, way. She can be deceptively slow to anger, but when it manifests, the results are decisive, much like the time she cut off her own leg to escape a tank's claws. Seriously. It's a good thing she has a temporary leg replacement and a motorbike to get around on, isn't it?

Sample Post:
All right, listen up. I don't care if this is in America or if this is in Sweden or if this is in your dreams, this is supposed to be the road to Tokyo. I've got a delivery to make, and all you idiots are sitting in the middle of this road like a bunch of lumps. I'm not in the mood to clean your stinking guts off my windshield. If you'd just move it'd save us both a lot of time and effort. You don't see what's in it for you? I'd say I'd just kick your ass, but there's a small problem with that right now. But don't let that stop you from moving. Even if I can't get more than a leg to stand on, I think my fist should suffice to get my point across when my patience runs out in the next ten seconds. No rush or anything...say, is that a guidebook you're holding? The best guide you've ever had, huh? You're holding it the wrong way if you want to read it, but I guess it's better than what I have right now in the way of directions out of here. Can I borrow that?

Wait a second, this isn't a real guidebook. This Twelve Step Guide To Limb Loss: How To Enjoy Yourself When There's Less Of You To Love is useless to me. I'm not going to sit here and cry about what's happened, because then nothing will get done. "Sensing the sweetness inside, we want to bring out the inner you?" If you spend all your time reading crap like this, no wonder you all look like crap. What do you mean, I should stay to talk about my true feelings? Hah! I don't need to waste my time and effort on doing something a bunch of weaklings like you do. I've got a job to do, unlike you idiots, and I'm not going to let you stand in my way yelling your head off about how I'm "ruining the mood with my negative attitude." I'm already as sweet as I need to be. Sweeter than you can imagine! So if you'll step a little closer I'll be happy to show you how tender I can get. ♥

Aaah, the pleasure of a point well made. Since I'm recovering, I probably shouldn't have used as much force, but there's nothing like being a little firm to make sure that one's point is heard! And I think we managed to have a very meaningful talk. I'm glad we got this time together. We've really made progress on understanding each other a bit more, didn't we? Oh? What's this? I have an audience? Didn't even see you there. Flowers from an admirer? That's quite nice of you, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn down any offers of a date. I've spent a little too much time chatting here, and I promised to get my package there ASAP. You have something else you think will help? Well, I suppose I can spare a few more minutes for you—is that someone's leg?!

Did you just find it lying around? And you brought it straight here without even cleaning it off or figuring out whose it was? I'm not sure I'd call it fresh anymore what with these maggots, but it's certainly ripe. I'm afraid it's also far too short for me, and I've got no way to attach it properly. I really don't think I can accept this. You want me to keep it to remember you by? Trust me, I don't think that's going to be a problem. I think I'm going to need to make a detour by that volcano I passed. And a shower. Ugh.

94.1 percent. w-what.