History: Yamato grew up in a small temple south of a major city. His early life was spent leaning to control his powers and how to learn the rules of the human world. He had been lucky enough to be born into a small clan of Kitsune who worship a in the temple. As to what they worshiped was a matter of debate since they never really fallowed one set system. Yamato does not remember much about this time in his life other then the short time he spent with his mother. Though not too many years after he was born the villagers north of the temple learned of the temples secrets. Mainly from some foolish young Kitsune pranking and tricking farmers in the area. It is not long till the village hired samurai to come and clear out the creatures. The temple was not vary well defended as most of the kitsune living in it where only a few decades old at best. Most in there teens in the eyes of a kitsune. The only one of any real power was Yamato's mother. Though even she became overwhelmed using the last of her power to save her child form the slaughter. Yamato usually tries to no think on his mother and more so will avoid the topic all together. Though since he was not there to see what happened he does not know if his family was truly killed or not. For all he knew they had escaped the temple. Though Yamato left the temple behind. Moving onto a new village using his mothers teachings to hide his tails.

Dew to his luck he would be picked up by a rather wealthy family who had been trying to have a son of there own but had been unable to bear a child. It was not long till he would be adopted into there family. Though he knew he was not a normal kid he tried to make normal friends and enjoy his childhood. Though in what felt to him to be a blink of the eye his world had changed. His family had grown old and he himself had now become a rather strapping young lad though most would tease him about how he had a baby face. Since he seemed to age so slowly. Most thought he would just young faced. Though it was not long till they thought it was old enough to find a proper wife for. He had flirted with a few of the girls in the village but never really do anything more then that. Most just took it as teasing dew to the fact he looked so young. This was the first of many problems that would spring up in his younger years.

It was not long till they got a whole hand full of brides to be. Though it seemed that dew to his younger appearance that many of them where wary if not opposed to the idea more so only responding dew to the fact it was informal to not at lest meet with the family for such a request. Though this became less of a problem later in life it was kind of stress full for him. Dew to the fact that he could clearly tell most of the girls that he could have been married to did not like him and that unsettled him. It made him wonder if he really wanted to marry someone in this way for he did not want his wife to be unhappy for the rest of her life. This was before he knew that he could easily out live any normal human. Though in time they did in fact find a proper wife for him. That and they had a traditional wedding and everything. Not long after the former head of the house his father would then step down and give his now married son the head of house. He enjoyed his life with his new bride. Though both of them had little to no experience in being with someone of the opposite sex. It took them a while to even get to kissing. Let alone get to the point where they could sleep in the same bed comfortably. Yamato was just happy that his wife was happy. Though little did he know what just lay ahead for them around the corner.

After about a year or so it was only normal that there where questions as to why Yamato had not already gotten his wife heavy with child as it was expected of him to bear a son to ensure the next generation of his family. Though there where a few problems that quickly became apparent. The first was that both of them where unable to really get so close before they both back off blushing. Though after they got past that it turned out that his virgin wife was too tight for her husband to be able to penetrate. Witch was not exactly something that was an easy fix. Though if only it would have ended with such a small thing. About three more years after that his wife did indeed become heavy with child. Witch made both of them vary happy it made the whole family happy....Well that was for the time being...

After a years time and having carried the child for the full term there where "complications" during birth. There child was never able to take its first breath. After that his wife became distant rarely speaking even to him. No one could really criticize her for what happened. Then again to Yamato he had no idea how big of a problem it really was for he had never really experienced loss in that way. Though he could understand that there was a change in his happy wife. In a blink of the eye again things in Yamato's life changed. Now an adult his wife had died a long time ago. The death was thought to be suicide though no one knew the details. Only that she was dead. Now a single male whose foster parents where no longer alive he was alone for the first time in years. He did not speak with the family that had given him his bride. They disowned her seeing it as a sign of weakness.  Yamato would spend most of his time just doing basic work around the house. In the years to come Yamato would come to terms with his wives death given many more years then most to get to terms with such a thing.

Now Yamato had grown much older. Given time he had left his house out in the city and returned to his childhood home out in the woods. The place was in an almost state of disrepair though he did what he could to keep the place livable. Though he seems to lack a drive to do more then the basics to stay both alive and happy. He does still make trips to the village. that has now grown into a thriving city. He is known for both his strange clothing as well as his habits of flirting with the beautiful girls in town. Many rummier have spread about him. Some clam he is some kind of demon. Others say that he is a ghost of the ruined temple. Many ghosts stories are told of the place by the youth of the town. Though most discount them as nothing more then urban legends...