Tukaro
Strong Child of the Moon
The name she was supposed to be given was for an expected son. Her parents had no way of telling what gender she would be before birth. Tukaro was a mixture of the name that was meant for their fist son and the full moon she was born under. Being the unwanted daughter she wasn't taken care of very well. Her hair was bleached white from her constant work under the sun. Growing up she had learned to act like the boy that her father wanted to please him more. Her hair was always cut short. Just enough to pull up into a bun while wearing a hat.
The war started and she was crossed between fighting or staying home. While growing to her current age of 25, she had gotten in many fist fights because of the group of guys she hung around. Her fighting skills and strength just barely matched up to those of her opposing team. It didn't take her father long to enlist her, as a male, for the army. She went through the same training as the other guys. Sword fighting, horse riding, running with the heavy armor. No one could really tell the difference between her and the other guys. Of course never in her life was she treated as a girl.
On the battle field, ready to protect her homeland, Osaka. Fully armed with a sword, dagger even a bow and arrows if need. Only problem was that the enemy, from Akita, was waiting for them, an ambush right on her unit. She fought off the best she could. There was too many of them. Looking around her the blood soaked bodies of her allies she dropped her sword, not willing to die. Several others followed suit but was to late. That was all she saw before being knocked out and carried away. Her arms were tied together tightly by some harsh rope. The only thing that she felt removed was her helmet. She prayed that it'd stay that way.