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RP Chars (part 3)
07:18 Apr 23 2009
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"Forgotten Samurai" bio

Name: Kichiyo Alias Naosu

Nickname (if applicable): Forgotten Samurai

Race: Liang (japanese-like human)

Class/Occupation: Samurai/bountyhunter/blacksmith

Alliance (if applicable): The Broken Code (outlaw gang)

Alignment: Neutral

Gender: male

Age 45

Appearance:

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 145 lbs

Build: medium build, athletic

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Black, mid-back length (usually kept in ponytail)

Weapon(s): Katana, Cold-steel Hungarian longbow

Additional Gear: Backpack containing blacksmithing supplies and 3-days worth of dehydrated food, sleeping bag (on top of backpack), small 2-man tent (straped w/ sleeping bag), cold-weather attire (fur-lined boots, hooded cloak, etc), herbal pouch (right hip), money pouch (left hip), water skin (x2, one on each hip), quiver of 30 arrows (light-weight metal alloy), black stallion (saddle pouch contains 1wk worth of oats for horse, used only when grazing isn't possible)



Biography:

((Currently in progress, as, original file was lost))



Drake Saber (modern ver) Bio:



Name: Drake Amedius Saber



Age: 35



Gender: Male



Birthplace: Fife, Scottland



Job before the Outbreak: Commander of the 23d sqd, Experiemental Division of England, Umbrella Corp.



Personality: Straight forward, loyal, gentle, compassionate, protective of others; follows this motto:"I'll do w/e is deemed necessary, weather thought right or wrong by others; however, if things can end in a peaceful manner, then, I shall try to accomplish my goal w/o the shedding of blood."



Skills: leadership (mostly from training), military-trained field survival, stealth, quick-witted, problem-solver, expert swordsman, moderate marksman (pistol, m16-a1, m1-garand), moderate hand-to-hand combat (mostly Aikido), moderate electrical/mechanical engineer, skilled motorist.



Weapons: Standard issue military-grade combat knife, retractable claws (fingers of suit), Samurai 3000-series Ninja (has samurai code engraved on handle), 2 Desert Eagles (contained w/ in suit, at hips; kinda like robocop), four, circular C-4 Charges (contained on belt, two on ea side of hip).



Gear: Full body, specialized-metalic/rubber-insulated suit (see pic below); Suit contains: self-preservation gear (ie, fluid-recycling-hydration system, waste removal system, etc), infered scaner (in helmet), personal/environmental monitoring system(in helmet), internal-communication radio (in helmet), small retractable mesh-like wings (spans from just below elbow to just above knees; used for gliding purposes only)cloaking unit (to help improve stealth) ; four, 30-round clips of ammo (two on ea hip).



Drives: Custom-made, red, 2 seater, 500cc Kawasaki Ninja (looks like a tron Light Cycle)



Appearance: 5'5", athletic build, metalic-black body casing w/ black rubber-insulation (also acts as sound-dappening unit).



w/o head-piece: shoulder-length, black, straight hair, hazel eyes, moderately tanned body, looks almost elf-like. (think Achiiles, from the movie "Troy")



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Background: Having spent the last 10 yrs as part of the Experimental Division of Englad's Umbrella branch, he and his squadron were sent in to deal w/ the now-complicated problem caused by experiment 11-2b-6, commonly known as the "T-virus". Since his deployment into the "red zone", 15 days earlier, he has become the only lone surviver of his squadron. Although wishing to comply w/ his previous orders to contain, and possibly eliminate said problem, he has created his own objective- to exact justice upon those whom abandoned his squadron- Umbrella Corp.



Emperor Drake Saber's bio



Name: Emperor Drake Amedius Saber



Nickname (if applicable): n/a



Race: Kiffar/"Kage-Asura"



Nationality/Origins: Kiffu (past), Rupadhatu/Naraka-gati (present)



Class/Occupation: Jedi (True Force)/Pilot/Soldier



Alliances/Affiliations (if applicable): Mars V, Roak, Rupadhatu (primary base), Naraka-gati (2ndary base), all known neutral planets

Note: Mars V's and Roak's locations are unknown, except to Drake (see bio to understand why); Rupadhatu and Naraka-gati lie somewhere in the NE sector of the 'uncharted' territory of the SW universe.



Alignment: Neutral



Religion(s): Shinto-Buddhism, Bushido



Gender: Male



Age: Unknown



Appearance: Appears to be a solid mass of shadow, wearing a very old fashioned suit, much like that found in the Jedi archives on medieval full-plate armor, made out of a very shiny and almost indestructibly material. Upon closer inspection, the material is seen to be made of something that would easily reflect a light saber or the laser blasts from the blasters- dragon scales. As he is further inspected, a very, very, light, almost invisible to the naked-eye, is a black star on his left shoulder, and a very dark black, almost like fresh ink, medieval dragon is seen on top of the star.





Clothing: Combat/Normal setting: Armor (as noted above); Diplomatic setting: a white-leather-backed, bright, white-with-light silvery-dragon-print Kilt, the black leathered, renaissance-styled belt, with the golden Chinese dragon embroidered onto it, the bright, white-with-light silvery-dragon-print oriental-styled shirt, w/ the golden Chinese dragons embroidered onto the long sleeves, and the heavier, off-white, leather vest containing his emblems- a red-purple-blue insignia crafted from the European-styled shield decals of a dragon, lion, and phoenix, (his representing emblems) on the right-breast, the "Forsythe Clan Badge" on the left-breast, and the "Forsythe Coat-of-Arms", (his Scottish linage's emblems), on the back. Hanging from his shoulder, and resting on the right side of his hip, lies his black-and- teal-green, leather "Scottish Bokit" (or, 'leather pouch', in laymen terms).



Height: 5'3"



Weight: Natural: weightless; Armor included: 100 lbs



Build: Muscular, very fit.



Eyes: Bluish-white



Hair: unknown



Weapon(s): 3 light sabers are seen on his belt, 2 of which have a curious workmanship, indicating that they can be screwed together to create a double-bladed silver light saber, and ea blade extending 1.1 meters; the 3rd is seen as a golden color, w/ 3 buttons on it; ea button had an ancient marking, one looking like a bull whip, one looking like Neptune's trident, and the last looking like a light saber; if any Sith are sensed, the golden light saber is seen to be floating around him, in a defensive pose. *notes golden lightsaber is an intelligent item*





Additional Gear: Mechanical, Medical, and Electrical engineering tools; datapad; hallocron; Ship appearing to be a combination of a Miy'til Fighter (aka 'Storm') and Cloakshape, made out of an obsidian-colored metal;









*notes 1st link= actual ship, 2nd= pic shown for details*





Personality: To the spiritualist- An embodiment of Jesus Christ, something akin to a prophet; To the materialist- a teacher, healer, protecter, perfect-soldier, boyscout/chivolrous knight, 'jack-of-all-trades w/ musical talent'; To the mystic: a perfect notion of 'Leo' (western astrology) & 'Pig'(eastern astrology); To Drake Saber= all of these.





---Motivations: Preserve Galatical peace





---Perks and Quirks: Immunity, 'daily substances' (ie. food, water, air, etc) unneeded, soul-linked w/ military (as physical number dwindles, reincarnation process increases; remaining physical beings receive strength of their dead); Force abilities, Marksman (archery), Swordsmanship (lightsabre), Hand-to-Hand combat, Arial Combat; Electical, Mechanical, and Biological Engineering; Sabotage, Stealth, and Time-manipulation. Note: Can temperarily change into "god-form", a 6' humanoid welding a 2-meter long lightsabre and speed/force ability increased threefold (land-based combat only), or a 20' shadow-dragon (space-, arial-, and water-based combat only); max duration 1 hr, not to exceed 3/day, requires meditation: Before Transfermation: 1 min/10 min duration. After transformation: 1 hr/10 min used.





Biography: Note: Upto "Drake's seperation from the M.A.", all events presented were achieved in a table-top RP.





Drake remembers very little before the age of 15, as, it was here, that he had started his life as a free-lance pilot, as well as his Jedi training. The next five years, that had been his job, until tragegy had struck- his Master, was killed during a gunfire-battle aboard, at the time, his Carrack Crusier, stationed just outside Courrasant. Before she died though, she gave him the cordinates to a place known as "Mars V" ((the V is the roman numeral "5")), a planet that found you, not you finding it, (unless of course, you had the actual cordinates, as he did), and home to the Martain Allaince (further refered to as " The M.A."). It was at this time, that he learned of her true nature- she was a Martian, a decendent of a people who inhabited Roak((pronounced "rock")), whom branched off during a civil war. In their natural form, they resembled a bluish, 10', six-legged coachroach-looking bug.





After being given this info, he used the remaining escape pod, making his way towards the surface of Courrasant, watching through the small window, his ship exploding in the distance. He wasn't sure how long he drifted, but eventually he made his way towards the planet's surface, upon which, he headed towards the Jedi Temple. His goal- to find more about this 'Species'. Unfortunately, he found nothing in the archives. His next guess, was to try Yoda, the oldest of the Jedi. Again, his luck remained unchanged. Apparently the 'Martian' speices was thought to be a myth. It was said, that, they were both the creators and ancestors, of what was now the known universe's races.





Finding absolutely nothing useful, he knew he had to search out for this "Mars V." While at the shipyard, ordering a Dreadnaught, he ran (literally) into a mysterious cloaked figure dressed in the usual drab of the Jedi, whom was doing something w/ a small computer attatched to his left arm. As he got up, the man seeming to take no notice of him or that he had been bumped into, he saw the man's face- a long, bony-structured, Chinese-looking face, appearing to be in its mid 20's, containing semi-short, military-cut, dark-brown or black hair (he couldn't quite tell, because of the shadows the cloak's hood gave), dull-blue eyes, and a long scar slanting to the left, between the eyes, as though he had taken a knife across his face. Upon further inspection, he realized the man was hacking an atm-like machine.





Not wanting to be rude, he quickly turns away, to begin inspection of his new craft, having heard an announcement that his ship was ready. However, he lost all thought when he heard the man speak, his tone clear and obviously militeristic, "My name's Jack". Feeling guilty that he had been more or less, spying on the man, he slowly turns around, and sees nothing. At least, nothing that would convey the presence of the man he'd just seen.





Now puzzled, he mindlessly made his way to Dock 3, where his ship was placed, and began going through the usual inspections. Once everything was to his satisfaction, he signed the release papers, and made his way to the command station, still lost in his thoughts. He didn't know how long the trip had actually taken, as, he'd spent the whole time puzzling over the events of the past couple days, and so, the usual-ongoings of the ship, went partially unnoticed. Had he paid more attention, he'd have realized he had a stowaway- a young, six year old child, looking much as 'Jack' had, w/ the exception of the absense of the scar, and the hair was a deep, golden color.





What did catch his notice, was the sudden, "This is station 2267, requesting verification of approaching vessel." He had to hear this a few times, before it was registered that this ment him. "Oh..um..Sorry. This is Cmdr Drake Saber, freelance pilot of the Republic, member of the Jedi Order." He knew that last bit could be deadly, given the Sith/Jedi war, but it just slipped out. Lets just hope this mistake doesn't cost me my life he thought, as he began to be tracktor-beamed into, what he soon realized, was a massive deathstar, w/ a large etching of a black star imprinted upon the side he was viewing. He remembered seeing pictures the Empire's first Deathstar, so it was easy to recognize the design. However, he was quite certain that was much, much smaller. Doing a few quick calulations on the ship's identification systems, his guess was confirmed. This "deathstar", was about five times larger than that of the Empire's.





Luckily for him though, the "member of the Jedi Order", had proved to be benificial, as, he was greeted w/ a warm welcoming upon arrival. Still amazed at the massive ship, he was further amazed by what he saw upon the dock- multitudes upon multitudes of various ships, both common between the Empire and Republic, as well as many whose origins he didn't know, each of them containing the black star he'd noticed upon entry. Still baffled by the mystism of what he had seen thus far, he was led to the command center, where lay his greatest surprise yet- Jack. Only, this time, he was introduced as "Jedi-Adm. Jack Artilius Pickinson" and the man wore what resembled the predesor of the storm-trooper attire- that of the clone army. This too, contained the black star he figured out to be their insignia, always placed upon the left shoulder.





Or, at least that's what he would learn to refer it too, later on. He would learn many things over the next few years- the fact that his "Master" was one of Jack's daughters, (the second eldest to be exact), that her name had been Kaisha, that, "David", the lil boy whom had stowed away aboard his ship, (something he hadn't found out til the decomissioning of his current ship), was Kaisha's only son, that the "deathstar" he was on, was also the planet "Mars V", & that there were many differences in the M.A.'s Jedi Order, namely, the fact that one was allowed to marry, and that they made up a mass majority of the "peace corperation" of the military. A military so advanced, that it made 'current technology' look premitive.





After much conversation about the M.A., its primary goal to protect the universe, and its relevence to him, his ship, "Galatica", was decommisioned, and he was officially inaugurated into the military. This had been very unsual, as well as extremely painful..Quite in the litteral sense, as, a part of their 1-year training, three months were dedicated to 'torture immunity', consisting of many, many types of torture, including but not limited to, dismemberment. It was here, that he had met some of his greatest companions- Eric Starwind and Darryal Hayward.





It was also during this time, that he learned much about the 'Martian' and 'Roakian' anatomy, religion, history, & culture. The planet of Roak, was much like that of 'Earth', and were quite premative, at least, in comparisson to Mars V. For, unlike Mars V, whom was very industrialistic, having a strong resemblence to Courrasant, (including a Jedi-counsil, housed in a temple about 100 times larger than that of Courrasant's), Roak was centered around 'harmony amongst nature'.





This is the history of the M.A.'s beginning, as was taught via Jack, to Drake, Eric, & Darryal: The first "true Roakian" was said to have "just appeared" upon an island in the midsts of "Lake Pickinson", as a flashing of light- a mark of their god, Aros, a god said to be made of Lightning itself.It was from Aros's 'first creation', that it's rumored their ability of electromanipulation, first began to manifest itself. That creation, had been Willam Pickinson- Jack's great, great granfather. This last bit, Drake had been personally told by Jack. Drake had also learned that Jack was actually 1,000,000,019 years old, having been cryofrosen for about a million years, due a near-death experience while Jack was a Leutinant, when the M.A. was just an outpost, set up as a 'first defence' against "THE CURE", a race of sentient beings wishing to 'purify' all lifeforms. In Truth, "THE CURE" intened to eliminate all lifeforms. It was after an apparent defeat of "THE CURE", that mistrust and political events eventually led to the 'civil war', a time when the M.A. began to colonize Roak's sister planet- Mars V. It's from this 'civil war', that the original planet of "Mars V" had been destroyed, and ties had been cut between the two militaries, a seperation that lasted some 10,000's of years.





After having learned of the Martian's unusual anatomy, and Jack's personal visitation to his god, Drake sought to make contact w/ the Kiffar god, as well as undergo the surgery necessary to become "a martian". For the first, Drake would need to go through a series of prilgramages. For the latter, he would need funds. Lots of it. That seems easy enough.., he thought, as he bid farewell to his two 'best friends'. Ahh, poor Drake, for, neither of these journies would be easy. In fact, he had put himself on possibly one of the hardest journies a sentient being could put themselves on. To reach his god,he had had to travel through many dimentions, solving puzzles of all sorts, like 'killing a magical skeleton, to retrive a key', 'unlocking a box at the bottom of the ocean, given only a water-proof bag, & the key from the skeleton that he had slain', and 'navigating a desert, containing four suns and many mirrage-like paths, having only three days to succeed in finding the "true path" or die.'





As far as obtaining funds, that was easy enough- just survive long enough to receive each month's pay, while advancing rank. ..Except that what the M.A. considered to be "normal" missions, were actually 'near-death, against all odds' battles to preserve peace. It was during one such mission, that he had had to self-destruct his ship, a 'Martian-classed' Dreadnaught (he tended to favor the Dreadnaught, stocked w/ Mir'til fighters), in order to destroy the last of three, Emperial Super Star Destroyers;(the other two he had tricked into destroying themselves), after which, he was given a Hapesnova Battle Dragon, for his courageous deed.





All in all, he had achieved his goals- the ability to take on "god-form", become a "master jedi" and an empire consisting of a fleet of 20 Battle-dragons, 10 cloning machines (these, he had aquired from Kamino, upon learning of the planet's location during a mission for Jack), and 33 (20 of which were commercial, each speciallized in making one type of droid) Droid Control Ships. And of course, he now had the anatomy of a martain, being able to breath normally, in space (up to 24 hours), and underwater (up to a month), as well as regeneratation of the body.





Still, Drake had seen something for improvement- a desire to protect oneself from a laser-blast or another lightsabre, something he'd seen Jack himself have. ..And Jack, had been the only successful application of this process, the three, triangluar-possitioned crystals embeded into his left arm. For this, Drake would need to travel to a planet known as Promethius, wherein, lay a creature resembling what legends (and the Martian-jedi archives noted in 'Earth' history) refered to as, Dragons. The main difference between these, and those of Earth's legendary creatures, was this- these could fly and live, in space, and were near impossible to kill, the only weakness to its hide, being a single scale where lay its heart. It was only on a mishap, that Drake succeeded in finding Promethius, solved its time-rift maze (where in he obtained the golden lightsabre seen upon his belt), and accidently killed one of these magnificent creatures. It truely had been an accident that he killed said dragon, as, he had been attempting to protect their species from an all-out onslaught of the Empire (their arrivial having been accidental), the destruction of whose fleet caused an avelanche. It's from this dragon, that he and his 'best friends', they having been reuntied after his pilgramage quest, had crafted a set of the armor which he now wears.





Now, as all tales must indeed contain some sadness, so, too, does this. For in Drake's quests, and his 'interference' of his "best friends's" lives, he had caused his companions' to lose their wives, for, their journey though Promethius, had trapped them for 10 years. Why is it said that this is his fault? Why because he had made a wish, that they could obtain what he had sought, thus, putting them on an unavoidable quest, (much to their displeasure, for they would recieve pain, as long as they avoided this quest). Why had his wife been the only one to remain faithful, Eric's having left on grounds he cheated on her and Darryal's having died in battle, he never really knew. In the end, things had worked out though, as, both had remarried..that is, until a dispute had erupted between Hayward and wife, a fued that eventually led to Drake's recent advancement to Admiral, to be restarted from the beginning.





This too, Drake didn't understand why, as, he had remained completely neutral during the bout, but it was here, that he had a self-revilation: He must begin working on the creation of his own military. And this he did, while working to advance back to Cmdr (so that he could at least be sanctioned by the M.A. in its creation), and thus, was born, the "Clan of the Black Dragon" (refered to as "COTBD" here after). His timing had been quite grand, as, it was during this period, that he had recieved word from his former Cmdr, Jack Pickinson, that the M.A. had split into two groups, the larger being a corrupted party whom had freed, and allied w/, "THE CURE."





Obviously Drake, now known throughout the galaxies of the "known universe", as "Emperer Drake Amedius Saber", would have been no help against the renewed "CURE", except for this fact- While the "Shadows of the Martian Allaince" (Jack's sect whom still fought for galatic peace; further refered to as "SMA") was built upon hard-core fire power and armor technology, Drake had spent the last 'millenium*' (see note below) to advance in the ways of sabotage, stealth, and time-manipulation, using previous M.A. technology, his skills in bio, electrical, and mechanical engineering, & a planet he named "Rupadhatu", to train his 10,000 strong, army.





It is through their expermintations and studies, that has caused them to evolve into "shadows", or as they called themselves, the "Kage-Asura", a term derived from their religion (which, has its roots from his studying of the M.A.'s Jedi Archive records of "Earth's" 'samurai'). These beings, are something like "Earth's" fabled "Shadows", an undead-like creature comprised of 'solid darkness & magick'





*Note: in reality, it had been 10 years, as Drake has used the M.A.'s time-travel technology to cover the span of 1,000 years)



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RP Chars (part 2)
02:39 Apr 23 2009
Times Read: 672


Prelude:



[color=blue]Note: Unknown to Tien or Kichiyou, they weren't actually natural-born natives to Liang, but had been found by a traveling monk, at the ages of 10 and 20(Kichiyou was 20; ages are in relation to elven years), after a davestating storm, on the shores of Dai Chen, whom then took them home to his wife in Ruku. So as to avoid suspicion, the monk took a round-about way through the Narei Forest. Legend has it, that, after Kichiyou's death in the famed Mortal Kombat, Tien had won the Legendary Tournement, avenging his fallen brother. However, the legend can not be confirmed, as, Tien says nothing concerning the great battle, nor can confirm himself, his true origins, and so, both his status as a hero and weather or not he's actually a native of Liang, remains a mystery.[/color]



Tien Knight's Bio:



Name: Tien Knight

Nickname (if applicable): N/A

Race: Woodelf

Class/Occupation: Ninja/Honorable-Assassin

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Allias: currently none ((will be updated upon approval))

Gender: Male

Age: 210 (appears to be about 25 yrs old)

Appearance:

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 145 lbs

Build: muscular, athletic

Eyes: hazzel

Hair: Black, usually held back in a ponytail

Weapon(s): A katana, made out of Darkstone, a material that absorbs magick, allowing him to release its energy as Ki; usually on his back.





Biography: 30 years had passed, since he left his home, a small town, just outside Kyoto. As he sat amongst the usuals of the tavern, listening to the hum-drum of their mindless chatter, and drinking his sake, his eyes came upon a bard, just some 10-15 ft away. Well, that's certainly something you don't see every day. ..She's lovely though. Seems a bit out of place amongst this rag-tag group, but still..she's lovely. As the "rag-tag" group he had refered to, began start in a brawl, his mind began to drift on to his earlier days.



He was 150, an adolescent just coming into his prime, by elven standards, when his brother Kichiyou had left in pursuit of his lover, the dragonkeeper's daughter. Oh how he watched from the fields of hey, longing to go w/ him! But alas, he must remain here a few more years... Ten years had gone by, and here he stood- smiling as he looked back, remembering that day his brother had left home, ready to make his way in the world. As he made his way down the road towards Kyoto, he began thinking: "I'm not sure what I'll do..I'm not the musical type..and he's too soft-hearted. The life of a bard should do him well..but what am I to do? All I'm good at is fighting. That, and miscelanious jobs around village.." As he came upon 'town', he aimlessly made his way to the nearest tavern. He wasn't sure what drew him there, just.. that he had a sense of "this is where I need to be..don't question the promptings of the gods. The gods lead us like a twig down a river. They know what's best for us. It's our job to just 'go w/ the flow'. "



Finding himself softly mumbling the last of those words, he took a drink of his sake, drunkenly drops his head, narrowly being missed by a chair, and continues on w/ his daydreaming, still staring at the bard, his mind blurring the reality into a continuation of his past.. "Ah! how lovely she is, that Ms. Pan," he thought, cleaning the last of the glasses, gently setting it down w/ the rest of the dishes behind him. Taking another look towards the warrioress that commonly came in, he noticed something didn't seem right. A mob of men had begun to form around her table. "Uh oh. That's gonna lead to trouble..Guess I'll go sort things out.." W/ a heavy sigh, he calmly walks over towards her table, and as he was about to say the usual gibberish about "be nice to the lady or I'll have to kindly show you the door", the largest of the men, obviously the leader, swung and slaps her. Standing there in shock, he sees the same scene play in his head, slower each time, and w/ each pass, his furry built up..until finally, all he saw was white mixed w/ red. He heard crashes. He felt things hit other things. ..But all he saw was that furry, still building as he continues to play that scene of seeing ms. Pan- HIS PAN, being slapped..When he came to his senses, he saw the tavern a mess- broken table here, glasses of miscelenious colors and sizes scattered there..and BODIES!?! What'd the hell did I do?" Remembering Pan, he looks up, and sees that she was ok. The hand print of the man's hand, and her clothes a bit tattered, as, obviously she had faught along side him, but she was ok. ..Then he realized he held the knife..and w/ it, the pain. Oh how his body ached! It was here, that he just crumbled, sick from the pain mixed w/ the idea he'd killed someone. "sure, I fought before..but never did I kill.."- the last of his thoughts before things went black. As he slowly sat up, still sore from the fight, he thinks, "what an odd dream." and laughs, "Ms. Pan was carrying me. ME!..it should be the other way around." He continues to laugh quietly to himself, starting to look around..and realizing that it hadn't been a dream. He wasn't in his room on the 2nd floor. He was.."somewhere. In something..a house? Pan's house?" Obviously his shock must have been quiet noisy, as, he could hear him self screaming in panick, as did Pan, as, she entered the room shortly afterwards, laughing, and soothing him like a mother does a child after a nightmare. Days went by, that he'd helped her around her place, and she taking care of his wounds. Though, he still didn't know where he was. She never said, and he never asked, thinking he'd rather not relive that horrid night. She promised him that she would train him, once he was better. "Train me in what? What she does? What exactly does she do?..by the looks of this place, it's obviously not 'just adventuring' or 'playing the life of a mercenary'. no, whatever it is, she says I'll enjoy it, once I get over the shock of the kill..what the hell does she mean by, [u['shock of the kill?" And this he did learn, and well. She was an assassin. She was among the highest in her clan, a Lieutenant, in fact. Whom, themselves were known to be of the best- the Black Lotus. And she was to be his protege`. Upon the completion of his 5 year training, he's seen bowing before his lover & master, Pan, and then THE master- Master Uriah. He had become the best in the clan, 2nd only to Mrs. Pan and Master Uriah. He smiles lovingly at Pan as he came up from the bow, but maked sure the gesture was quick, as although it was probably well known, he still had to keep their love 'behind closed doors.' Now for the finally- His recieving of the battle gear: A tight fitting, spandexy-like, black suit made of Darkstone, w/ the insignias of the red, chinese dragons along the arms, and the red european dragons upon the chest and back, both ment to help his body regenerate and store the magick engergies absorbed by the darkstone, so that he can release its power as Ki(without having to charge his body)- either to help temperarily improve himself, or as a concentratrated burst through the darkstone katana, which he had received next.



Finishing the last of his Sake, he noticed that the tavern had been restored to order, and semi-drunkenly made his way towards the bard, and slurrs out the words, "woed yao like tooo come tooo maoh room?" Obviously he wasn't as drunk as one would think, as, just after he finished this sentence, someone a good ways behind him, made a rude comment towards him. To which, he gracefully picks up a mug, chucks it at him, and says clear as day, "shut up! I'm trying to get laid here!", then gave her a weak smile, as he stood up straighter. Knowing he couldn't play it off any more, he says appologetically, "Sorry about that miss. You'll get used to em after awhile.. You don't mind if I stay do you?" W/o waiting for her answer, he pulls out a chair from her table, though, he left it out, just in case she had refused..



Kichiyou's Bio:

Player SSaberr

Name: Kichiyou Daiyamondo-ryuu Naosu

Nickname (if applicable): Saber; "The Gods' Gatekeeper"

Race: Woodelf/half Celestrial

Nationality: None. (see note)

[color=blue] Note: "Some say, he's Kichiyou, of Liang, whom died in Mortal Kombat. Others say he's the Ledgendary Silvery dragon-god, Saber. & Still, others claim he's the embodiment of Kholl & Parthus, while a very, minute group, even claim he's a devil in disquise. However, although he knows the truth to these rumors, he believes that 'to claim one belonging to one area, limits one in freedom", and when asked about his past, he simply replies, "I am what I am." (see bio below, for a better understanding)[/color]

Class: Bard

Alignment: Chaotic Good

God/Goddess(es): Kholl and Parthus

Alliances/Affiliations: Arthian, Farnine, Filu, Fregallu, Heltron, Murgallu, Parthian, All Good/Neutral allignments.

Gender: Male

Clothing: a white-leather-backed, bright, white-with-light silvery-dragon-print Kilt, the black leathered, renaissance-styled belt, with the golden Chinese dragon embroidered onto it, the bright, white-with-light silvery-dragon-print oriential-styled shirt, w/ the golden Chinese dragons embroidered onto the long sleeves, and the heavier, off-white, leather vest containing his emblems- a red-purple-blue insignia crafted from the European-styled shield decals of a dragon, lion, and phoenix, (his representing emblems) on the right-breast, the "Forsythe Clan Badge" on the left-breast, and the "Forsythe Coat-of-Arms", (his Scottish linage's emblems), on the back. Hanging from his shoulder, resting on his right hip, lies his black-and- teal-green, leather "Scottish Bokit" (or, 'leather pouch', in laymens terms).

Appearance:



Personality: To the spiritualist- An embodiment of Kholl & Parthus, something akin to a prophet; To the materialist- a teacher, healer, protector, perfect-soldier, boyscout/chivolrous knight, 'jack-of-all-trades w/ musical talent'; To the mystic: a perfect notion of 'Leo' (western astrology) & 'Pig'(eastern astrology); To Kichiyou= all of these.



Motivations: To: fullfill the title of "Master healer, teacher, and protector", and "regain the status quo of his godhood, as well as its immortality"



Perks and Quirks: Like his "God" (sees both his gods as one), he is something of a World Singer, and values all good things in man, but he's known best as "Patron of the Arts( includes sex, magick & craftsmanship), Life, Knowledge, The Mind, Travel, & 'all good things' " - aka "The Gods' Gatekeeper" (defines his godhood; see "Kichiyou's Relm" at end, for reasoning on "The Gods' Gatekeeper"). His powers are limited to: mind altering magic, self-polymophism, musicical effects/verbal (most common used), elemental magick (offensive, arcane-based & music-based only), all forms of healing (magical, faith-based, & physical), dementional/planner travel, & other's will power, (given this creed 'You can not heal that which does not want to be healed'). His followers are those of his God's, as well as, those whom are: craftsmen, philosophers, & magi. However, his "true followers" are only those that 'travel the ways of the bard'. He hates seeing any art done w/o passion, prefers to solve things w/o bloodshed, & desribes "God" as the 'Father & His Beloved Son', if preaching (Father refers to Parthus, & Son, Kholl), & calls both gods 'father' when speaking to them (any format).



Height: 5'5"

Weight: 145 lbs

Build: Athletic

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Dirty-Blonde

Weapon(s): Being a bard, he's a 'jack of all trades', though, he is most proficent w/ usage of the katana , bow, and works of magick through his harp. The katana, is an ancient weapon crafted to slay evil, for it is forged from quicksilver, & enchanted w/ the "Ghost Touch", "Holy", and "Bane: Evil" spells, sheathed in a "Sacred Scabbard." The bow, is of Elven make, known as "Eleven Last Shot", enchanted w/ "Seeking". His harp, is made from a dark cherrywood, w/ brass-colored strings and silver runes engraved along its ridge.



[color=blue]gear pics[/color]

[color=red] Notes: Gear noted for 10th level D&D char[/color]



Biography:

In the beginning, Kichiyou had been a zealous figher.. A fighter of great skill and magick, for he was born into the ninja clan, "Kitori no sakura"- "Pheonix Blossom." One that specialized in the useage of Red Magick in the place of Ki. Being overconfident and seeking great fame, he entered "Mortal Kombat", a tournament held every year, on the Winter Solstice, between worlds. However, during his fight, he fell in love.. A love that would ultimately cost him his life, for it was because of her death, that he had sworn vengence in a battle against the gods.



But alas, not all was lost, for upon his brother Tien's victory of the battle, he had been reincarnated as the man before you. And this is [i]his[/i] story:



His family was killed by a demon lord named Dameon, and before his mother died, she gave him (as a dragon egg) to the elves, whom enchanted him to stay as an elf to protect him. He was 1st raised by Otosan Seibutsu, the elven caretaker of dragons, whom was later killed when Damion attacked the village under orders of his Master, Kunshu Kurayami.



Saddened by his lost, he set out on a quest to again find his love and Otosan's daughter, Utsukushi Hoseki, find out his linage, and ultimately, break the enchantment so that he may again become a full dragon. Many years later, as he traveled the lands, improving his skills as a Bard, he found that he had siblings- a 1/2 sister, whom was Master of White, and a 1/2 brother, whom was Master of the Black. It was through their training, that he became Master of the Red.



With the help of his new lover, Gemma, an ice sprite, as he had given up hope on finding Utsukushi, he learned to master the elements as well as cast away the demon's blood which he so hated, the blood having come from his 1/2 brother's father, thus becoming a full dragon. Many a time did he have to use his skills, as he battled Gemma's previous master, having been drawn to the ring, which his brother had taken off of Gemma. Twas this same ring, which he now wore, meaning to use it to draw close and be rid of her master once and for all, using the Sword of Oidasu, an unbreakable, 3' katana unable to be touched by evil, in which his 1/2 brother had hidden in a swamp as a both a gift and a test.



Many 100's of years later, as he was traveling through an unknown demension, he chanced upon a celestrial dragon scale...one of Draconeus's scales..a scale that belonged to a celestrial dragon god whom was 1/4 the size of the moon and one of the most powerful celestrial gods...thus becoming a celestrial dragon-god himself.



Having reached his 20 thousandth year, a few years later, he ran in to Jezebel and Genji, adopting them as 'his family', having sworn a personal oath to protect them. Months later, as he watched their family grow, and longed to have one of his own, his past wife having vanished, he wondered into a familar clearing, and thus found he had had a daughter- Jul, whom had been searching for her father, her mother having died a short while ago, a side-effect of having been w/ dameon for numerous years.. He later learned that she was the daughter of his 1st love, Utsukushi Hoseki, whom had told her stories of his 'quest to become a god'.



Shortly after finding his long lost daughter, he met Atma, a friend of Jezebel and Genji, and later, Atma's sister, Lane, a Water Priestess in which he fell in love w/. Many years had gone by, that he waged war against his nemisis, Dameon, until finally, the day came, that he over came his nemisis..or so he thought, for, as a last counter-attack, Daemon enclosed Saber inside a magical crystal, sealing him away as the Demon Lord died. Centuries later, when the spell was finally broken, leaving Saber in another demenion, a great change had arisen- Saber has lost most of his powers (they being sealed away w/in him), becoming a woodelf once again.. however, he had gain one advantage- he had became Kitsune's gaurdian angel, for Daemon had, in actuallty, been Saber's demonic side, which he had cast away many years ago, during his training as a red mage (which was also when he began to master the elements). ..and thus is the story of the being which stands before you now...





Kichiyou's Realm: THE REALM OF LEGION - KICHIYOU'S MIND: Placement in Physical World: the land of Isis, containing an imperial palace (shogun style) @heart of void. "This, is what captivates him, each time he looks out from his world- a wonderful scene of a clear, bright, blue sky, tinged w/ the oranges and yellows that sunrise brought, overlooking a lush, multitude-of-green-shades forest, that ran into a bluish-silver mirror-of-a-lake. A lake that then flowed upwards into a tropical-like water fall, if you allowed your eyes to travel northward. Or, a lake that flowed smoothly under an oriental-styled bridge, coming towards the castle, if you allowed your eyes to travel southward, as his commonly does."[color=blue] Note: "void"= middle of all relms, thus allowing all gods to quickly travel to any other's, via passing through kichiyou's, (reason called, "THE GATEKEEPER".[/color]. This is what his relm is like to any non-god traveler: The Relm of the god/goddes's shine used. If no shrine used: a blank, white room (no amulet); blurred outline of of "Mind's view", surrouned by darkness (dragon's eye only); better detailed, but still has some darkness around edges (just missing Kitsune's Amulet); Perfectly detialed version of "Mind's view" (all 3 amulets).



Mind's View: This world, (( insert table-top map's link here)) containing an imperial palace (shogun style) @ heart of his land. This, is what captivates him, each time he visits- a wonderful scene of a clear, bright, blue sky, tinged w/ the oranges and yellows that sunrise always brings, overlooking a lush, multitude-of-green-shades forest, that ran into a bluish-silver mirror-of-a-lake. A lake that then flowed upwards into a tropical-like water fall, if you allowed your eyes to travel northward. Or, a lake that flowed smoothly under an oriental-styled bridge, coming towards the castle, if you allowed your eyes to travel southward, as his commonly does.

RP: Shao Kai & Soka Warning. Does contain riske material. Do not read unless 18+
05:16 Apr 17 2009
Times Read: 730

((On going RP. Expect this to grow extremely large))



Soka: -running through the woods and glances at the sky- damn it ...that took way to long.....fucken lunatics......-comes to the edge of the woods and stops for a breath and stares at the setting moon and smiles at it softly- hm.......well i need to get some sleep before the next run.....-thinking out loud walks forward and sighs-



Mean while, as she walks home, her village was burning, the smoke rising off towards the river. & it's cause- the notorious pirate clan known as the "shadow clan", led by a man named Shao Kai.



Soka: -sees the smoke- oh no....-dashes to the villages quickly and stops at the edge-





A mysterious man, about 5'9" in height and 150 lbs, seeming to be all muscle, walks out, having strange, black markings all over his body, making it impossible to tell what race he actually is; wearing an outfit that would clearly signify him as one from the seas, possibly a pirate in nature. on his back he welds a 2-handed sword of curious workmanship , giving it the look of a double-helix that seems not only very sharp and heavy, (it's viewer approximating it to weigh at least 100 lbs, if not more) but consisting of pure energy...or at least a material that could channel pure energy through and out of it



She stares at it in wonder and then look at him berating herself for wearing leather on tonight's run. and she walks walks up cautiously putting her hand behind her on the hilt of one of her hidden daggers as she does "Excuse me, um....sir...do you know what happened to my village?" she asks hoping her voice didn't tremble as she gets closer and realizes hes a few inches taller than she.



As he walks, he smiles, his thoughts on the successful raid they had just accomplished. He was more pleased, that THIS village had put up very little fight. In fact, things had gone so smoothly, that, he being lost in thought, almost didn't see Sako standing there.



Soka: she notes the smile and takes a guess at what happens and is instantly mad. she moves into action and pounces on him pinning him down and putting her dagger to his throat hard drawing a slightly amount of blood and demands "What have you raided this defenseless village for!? It was my home! You pathetic Pirate!" she screams in his face pressing it harder to his throat and glaring down at him



Surprised at her reaction, it took him a while to realize what had happened. The fact he'd been caught off guard, caused him to go into a silent rage. & the fact that his 1st thought was of betrayal, caused him to go into a bigger rage. Tis here, that he began to push against his attacker, causing her to stumble a bit, due to his immense strength, fueled further by his outrage. As he rolls to his feet, he yells, "How dare you betray me!" reaching for his sword, which, made him stumble some, as its bulk pressed down on his body's efforts to regain a steady stance.



She stands there in a ready stance now having two daggers in her hands and glaring at him. Shes in a rage as well, fueled by the fact he attacked her village with no provocation. "Betray you!? I don't even know you pirate. My name is Sako one of the worlds leading runners. You wanna attack my village, i will attack you!" -she jumps at him again and this time knocking him over cutting open his chest hard-





Only when the blood began to soak his shirt, did he register her words..& the extent of his wound. But, thankfully on his part, he was still too furious, adrenalin running through his body, that he felt no pain. Still, he had to fight to obtain his sword, his body slightly swaying as though drunk (&, as she would later learn..He was), as he tried to stand again. Eventually, he gave up, & balls up his fists, & prepares to fight this thing called Sako, his hands posted about waist height. He was obviously too drunk to tell if it was man, woman, or beast.



she stands there ready to fight and notes his sway and wonders if hes drunk but instantly shakes it off. she notes that hes attractive and she steps back a couple steps ignoring it. "What are you doing here in my village, pirate!? You don't belong here! And why did you burn it down, my only home was here!" she yells enraged and stalks closer slowly and carefully so as not to be caught off guard, her years as a runner paying off.



Slowly, he registered her words, & was about to reply, when, he began hearing the sounds of trumpets, followed by the sounds of horses' hooves. Giving a quick glance back, all thoughts of his fight with this burr now gone, he rushes forward, & scoops her up like a sack of potatoes, & ran towards their ship, the rest of his crew screaming in fear as they ran after. Not caring what wounds he received, an occasional 'clank clank' coming from his chest as he ran, he leaps the last 5 feet, & somewhat drops-throws her onto the deck of the ship. He then began barking orders, while he, himself, began undoing the moorings holding the ship in place. Far off in the distance, the [Calvary] could be seen cutting the stragglers. Even HE, didn't care, if some were left behind. He even kicked a few off the edge of the ship, as it pulled away from the harbor, rather than help them in. To him, THEY were replaceable.



She thumps and screams out as the dagger she was holding slices through her hand. 'That's gonna scar....' she thought to herself and then stood ripping her shirt and wrapping her hand before stabbing him in the arm to get his attention. "Where the hell are you taking me!? Put me back where I belong! I do not belong on a ship with pirates! You mangy pirate!" she screams at him not caring the her mid drift was now showing and her hand was bound in leather-



She looks around and sees the shore drawing away and gets even more outraged and turns to him- "Who the fuck do you think you are taking me out on a ship like this!? I don't even know you!" -grab grabs him and throws him down on the deck and into the side of it and pins him there with the dagger to his throat hard again- "Take. Me. Back. Now!" Glaring at him still having him pinned, she realizes he looks as if he was in his thirties. obviously younger by his eyes, she notes the silent rage and presses the blade against his throat harder. "Bring Me Back!



Again, as he was thrown down, he went into a silent rage. If anything, this was a major blow to his ego, as, he vary rarely was caught off guard. Even rarer, more than once..Course, then again, he usually wasn't AS drunk either..As he prepared to do whatever he could, to fend off this attacker, he realizes a few details: the woman looked about mid 20s, was nicely dressed, perhaps a city dweller, about mid-class, as he estimated, & certainly didn't belong amongst his crew, much less his ship. As he stares at her, & her words registered, he softens his anger, his body going slightly limp, as though saying silently 'I give. You win.' As he could see she, too, relaxed, as the danger seemed to be passing, he says in a calm, rather soothing, & almost hopeless tone, his voice obviously showing he was younger than he appeared, perhaps 26 or 27. "Can't."



she stiffens at that as she pulls back her blade- "Why cant you." she starts muttering to her self standing and wiping the blade clean of blood on her leather pants. "fucken pirates.......always kidnapping or taking unwilling people" she place the dagger in the sheath on her lower back and looks at the shore line now a bare line on the horizon and sighs looking up at the moon.



Again, in that same tone, though, there was a bit of an edge to it, as, he clearly had a fear she would take his life, &..he didn't EVEN want to think what would happen if she did. "Soldiers. Can't go back. Unsafe." As he thinks of something, he gave her a slightly impish grin, & says, his tone hiding a slight sarcasm. "But YOU could always swim back. I'm sure they would let a pretty thing like YOU, go, without troubles." As he had said 'pretty' he half-heartedly fluffs her hair back. he thought.



-she instantly grabs his throat and pins him to one of the many walls "Don't. Call. Me. 'Pretty little thing' Again!" -she lets go and ties her long hair back in a ribbon and fixes her top noticing her mid-drift was showing and flushes think 'oh god damn it all to hell....'



Luckily for her, & HIM, the showing of her skin had gone unnoticed. But he was sure to infuriate her, as, he began busting up laughing, her ruff manner having amused him. He seemed too drunk to realize the wounds covering his body, other than a dull ache, as he got up, letting her plop to the floor as she slid off his muscular body. Still slightly aware of her presence, he looks off too the right, & at the quickly disappearing shoreline. Keeping his manner in this pose, he says softly, not bothering to look fully at her, "Your not, are you?"



She looks at him and raises her eye brows. "Not what exactly?" she leans back against the side arms across her chest and staring at him obviously keeping her composure and trying not to snap again for being picked up like that. "If you mean pirate hell no." she stare at him and stands there obviously a bit pissed off about whats going on.



Still staring off to sea, occasionally glancing over towards her, he says in a somewhat monotone voice, "No. Swim." God! Does she have to be so gorgeous!?! He thought, as he patiently waited for her to answer his reply.



she smiles dolefully and at him. "Not this far i cant. Other wise i would." she answers and stretches before sitting down both knees to her chest to hide her mid-drift and wraps her arms around them- so "why did you grab me like that?" she asks softly.



Seeing her wrap her arms around her legs, he barks at the nearby crew member, to bring their "guest" a blanket. Then, turning his attention to her once more, he says, his tone emotionless, as was his look, while he again stares at the open sea. "Not closer either. ..No man, or woman, would dare such a feat. ..Not in THESE waters, anyways.."



Suddenly, he turns, & gave her a rather cold stare. It wasn't that he didn't like her, that he gave such a look.. It was that he was now realizing the loss his crew had taken, & was starting to get irritated by her questions. As he answered, his tone had remained emotionless at first, then, began to ebb towards grief. "Samurai. Elites, none the less. ..Just seemed best not to leave you there. " Softly, he mumbles, "You would make a good bargaining chip.."



Here, he turns to converse with the crew member he'd ordered earlier. His dialect made it hard for her to understand, so, all she could gather was, "guest" (the word holding a tone of bitterness), "land", "Village", & "cabin".



She stands and puts her hands on her hips noting the bitterness he uses when saying guest, and wonders what he means by bargaining shit. "What do you mean bargaining chip?!" shes instantly irritated and stalk to him knocking his feet from under him and puts her foot on his throat all her years from being a runner since a young age coming out in a few swift movement. "I'm no bargaining chip. I'm a living person, as are you by what your look says." she eyes him closely and waves off the blanket her shirt showing more of her mid-drift from the movements.



As he fell, he gave a soft grunt, his wounds causing pain to course through his body. Giving her a look of irritation, he simply waves off the crew, whom had came running towards their captain, clearly intending to behead this wench whom had struck him. Once he regained his composure, the pain now subsiding, he simply pushed her off, & walks off, silently. Given the fact his boots seemed hard-pressed, & purposeful as he walked, it was clear he silently dared her to do such again



She takes the hint and walks up behind him silently not making a sound her her leather boots and grabs him around the throat and throws him down to the ground hard and sits on him this time. "I asked you a question."



Again, as he hit the ground, pain courses through his body. THIS time, though, it'd been worst ..Then she sat on him, &, for a good minute, he groans in pain, obviously showing he was becoming more sober. Willing himself to move, his blood from his side soaking into her boots, he simply shifted to his side a bit, &, draws a dagger, placing it against her ribcage, then says in between clenched teeth, "Get off, or I stick you"



She stiffens and doesn't move slapping his arm away and then pins his arms down, "You will never do such a thing." her voice obviously furious. "Now answer my question!" she yells in his face.



She pauses seeing the soft green glow and feels hair tie fall out and hair fall forward. She stares at the glow hands loosening their grip slightly as she stares. "Whats...that glow from...." she wonders aloud and lets go of his wrists reaching towards it slowly and slowly pulls it out staring at the amulet in awe.



He too, had been swept away in awe, as she held the amulet off his chest. Suddenly, feeling rather protective of it, he snatches it away, & says in a defensive, apologetic tone, "Don't." He knew she'd want to see it, but, still, he quickly put it back under his shirt. He didn't have to look around, to know that all eyes were on him. ..even the stupid parrot of his 1st mate, was staring at him in that frightened, awed pose. As his anger ebbed, so too, did the glow, & with it, the heat of the amulet. Suddenly, as the last of the wind faded, he began to drift off into unconsciousness, his hands giving that death-grip around the amulet, as he went under.



She stares at him then gasps. oh no...i think i killed him she thinks to herself extremely worried now. She looks up and notes that they're all staring and she stands walking to the side of the boat afraid shed be killed if she made one wrong move. Obviously not a killer, and never had been. "I-i.....i didn't mean to.....i-i just lost it....." her voice soft and scared as she says it and bites her lower lip hard.



Most of the crew feared as she did, a few even stammering about their captain being dead. However, thankful for , there was at least ONE intelligent member aboard- his 1st mate. As the call came, his 1st mate knelt by his neck, hand pressed against it, "He's not dead." the tension around the ship eased. However, as the babbling of the ship increased, so did the danger of Kia's death. Luckily, there had been one other soul, that heard the rest of his 1st mate's words, the tone both authoritative, & that worry-some tone of a doctor, "He's just passed out..But if we don't tend to his wounds soon, he will.."



She stiffens more and bites her lower lip harder and steps up "I-I....i can heal the wounds......" she stammers and is sitting there embarrassed and hesitant, wondering if they would let her. "I-i...I've practiced magic and my ability is healing amulets......and i always have some with me in my pockets uninvoked." she mutters and looks down.



As he woke up in the cabin, he looks over, & sees the girl he almost ran over, earlier, slightly sleeping against the wall. Seeing as she still held a partially bloodied bandage, he could only assume she'd been the one to do such. & to this, he lost w/e resentment he had felt, looking upon her with a soft smile. As he looked, he began to see how attractive she really was, & dutifully, looks away, lest she wake up..*



She moves a bit and opens her eyes slowly and looks at him seeing hes awake she pulls out an amulet and pulls out her dagger slicing open her thumb and massages 3 drops of blood onto it muttering some words and hands it to him "here....its for pain." she says voice soft and hesitant as she holds it out hoping he'd take it. "I'm sorry i almost killed you....



He just blinks a while, as he registered her words. Slowly, he turns, feeling a dull ache in his body, though, he seemed to be healed rather well..& faster than he'd have though. As he took the amulet, his sensation went away,, which, made him think, . In a gentle tone, showing he wasn't as rough as he put on (& had too, w/ the blood thirsty mob he often dealt with), he replies, "As am I. ..& thank you.. For healing me."



She smiles relieved that he wasn't mad at her. She bent at the waist and checked out the scars and noted that they just added o all of his other ones. She straightens and grabs her small bag of amulets and goes to walk out. "Its the best i could do....after all i couldn't let some pirates death ruin my perfect record of not killing my victims." she said her tone soft.



As she started to inspect his scares, both old & new, which, were actually hard to make out, due to the tattoos of his people, covering his whole body, his eyes follow up her body. He hadn't meant to do this, but, out of habit, did such, his gaze being more of a 'if ever I must fight you..'. However, once she spoke, he blushes a bit, & was thankful his tan would hide most of it, perhaps just making him look a bit sun burned.



For a moment, he didn't trust his voice, & so, said nothing. He then says, as she was leaving, somewhat a bit teasingly, "Yeah. I'd hate to be the one to ruin THAT"



She laughs and she walked out and stretched before walking out onto the deck. She looked up and realized she had worked all night and was tired. she thought to herself as she walked over to the side and leaned on it wrapping arms around her stomach softly.



As she stood there she watched the crew and noted how they avoided walking near her and if they did they rushed past. 'What is they're problem?!' she thought annoyed to herself. "I'm not gonna do anything i CANT do anything......" she thought annoyed and jumped when someone brushed past slowly and glanced at her. Her attention followed him and then she shook her head to clear it. "Damn it not thoughts like that" she berated herself in her head.



He gave a small laugh, as he saw her jump, as he walked past. He HAD noticed her look, but, felt a growl in his stomach, which distracted him. As he walks towards the kitchen, he looks back, & calls out to her, "Ya commin'?", again putting on the rough-edged front, turns, & barks at the crew, "Get back to work ya mutts! Show's over!" He couldn't help from laughing, as, they scrambled to their work, yet, avoided her.



She jumps and look at him and looks confused- "Where?" she asks walking over slowly and getting more and more annoyed how everyone avoided her.



He simply just says, "Kitchen", then turns & walks as though nothing had happened. Course, considering he's been doing this since he was a child, it WAS pretty much normal for him..



She follows and gets really annoyed when someone sees her and turns away quickly heading the other way and she stops dead in her tracks. "That is IT! What is with everyone on your crew!? they're avoiding me and being obvious about it! What the hell!?" She yells at him and puts her hands on her hips



He turns, his ribs hurting some, despite the amulet she'd given him, as he was laughing so hard. Between his fits of laughter, he replies, while motioning to some of the crew that things were ok, & to stop avoiding her. "Well. You DID just kick the living shit out their captain..So, what would ya expect?"



Still, he was laughing, as he turns, & began walking back towards the kitchen. For a brief moment, he listened for her footsteps, then, after awhile, began to not care.



She follows mumbling to herself footsteps silent. When one of the crew grabbed her arm and started talking to her she jumped and stopped staring at them.



She just stares at them as they talk and she glances at him. "Would you care to help me here? I could always shut that amulet off from here!"



He turns, & starts to go into another fit of laughter, then, walking back towards her, ducking his head a few times to avoid the overhangs, he takes the man talking to her, says something in roughly the same language, & says as he passes her. "Just keep going. Tis at the end. Can't miss it. If any give you a dirty look, or touches you inappropriately, just tell em the Capt'n will have em canned, if they do it again. That'll straighten em up. I'll be taking Crazy Joe back to his room."



As he mentioned "canned" she noticed that all those around him turned white, with a few mumbling about how they've heard-tell that the Capt'n literally stuffs the culprit into a can.



She stares at him and then shrugs- "Whatever." She notes everyone turning white and tries not to laugh & turns walking straight as he had told her. 'Too many people around.....'; she thought to her self seeing how many people were in there and everyone stops and stares at her.



She walks forward and a guy walks up to her and stops her asking to many questions. "Leave me alone unless you want to end up like your captain." she said fiercely.



As he walks in, amongst the usual rabble of the crew, consisting mostly of the quality of the food, time til land, various raiding stories, etc. But the one that caught his interest most, was, "Yeah. I hear the Capt'n kidnapped a priestess. & THEN got his ass whooped" (laughing).



As he remembers his mother, he lightly fingers the amulet out of habit. As he continued to dwell on this topic, the amulet began to give off a bright red, which quickly darkens as his mood did, & a fire began to erupt in the back left corner of the kitchen. Interestingly enough, the tattoos also, began to glow the same coloring. he thought reproachfully, as he walks calmly towards the Kitchen area



She stands there and stiffens hearing the word priestess and spins on them and stalks over. "Your calling ME a priestess!? where do you get off calling me a priestess!? I am NO priestess!!" she yells in their faces and smirks at how white they got. and turns walking off and then back out after being so annoyed at everyone. and walks back to the deck and closes eyes taking a breath of the air.



As he walks past her, to help put the fire out, he softly laughs as she whips the crew with that lethal tongue of hers. He was starting to really like this woman. Definitely a keeper. & for him, THAT was a rare find.



He then looks at the amulet she had given him, finally noticing the shape being a heart-like silver spade, w/ an odd marking. He recognized the character, but, being illiterate, he didn't know it's meaning. However, to someone that could have read it, it'd have been the native language for "Love of Death"..or at least, that's how most would have translated it, missing a small, vital intention to one of the characters, thus, the true translation would be "Lover of Death" (that is, one whom is Death's Lover).



As he fingers the amulet, his own, began to glow. It was rather odd, as it appeared sunlight tinged w/ a purple-black fog, began to glow about him. As did his marking. That latter, still puzzled him.. he thought, as he ponders further of how his markings always seemed to react to the amulet, & why the amulet always reacted with his emotions. He then realized, he didn't even know her name..& THIS, was where he made his goal- her cabin..if this crew had been smart enough to set her up such..



She walks to the side and leans over looking at the water and sighs leaning back again and sighing and shaking her head. 'Why am I here? Why today of all days?' she thinks to herself and sinks down to a sitting position and hugs her knees to her chest putting her head in her arms. 'Just when things were starting to go good too.' she thinks and yawns-



As he walks, trying to find which was her cabin, he, again, almost runs her over. Thankfully for both, he was WELL beyond sober, & saw her early, & avoids knocking her overboard. As he became more aware of her presence, he just watches her a moment, standing slightly to the left of her, until she noticed him. Once she did, he says in a rather calm tone, a bit louder than needed, as, a storm was staring up. "So, which one did they put you in?"



She looks up at him confused. "Which one did they put me in? What do you mean?" she asks as she stands and straightens her shirt and looks up at him. "Well? which one did they put me in? i don't get it..."



Hearing her words, he silently curses his imbecilic crew, roughly, (but not as soft as he had intended, it being a mixture of irritation & habit) takes her by the hand, & says, his tone both of irritation & politeness. "Come on. Let me show you your quarters."



She jumps when his skin touches hers and flushes. "Alright......" she hears his curses and thinks She feels a bit odd having her hand in someone else and has half a mind to pull it away but doesn't. She flushes more noting that she noticed that his hand encircled hers perfectly and at the little flutter of her heart when he grabbed it.



He didn't seem to notice much from her, as he led her. However, he did have a few crew member, if 1/3 the ship could be considered few, make the usual snide remarks, while a majority of the rest, just gave their "oo" 's & "ah"s. To this, he simply announces, before opening a door to his quarters. "One-day leave restriction, for all those cooing aboot me helping our guest, two-day restrictions for those thinking I'll get laid, one-day restriction for the brown-nosers!", to which he got lots of grumbles, given they usually spent three days upon shore, unless there was war or a major stake-out.



As he then turns to her, thinking gleefully , & says softly, as he held the door open, "Sorry Ma'am. You'll stay here, for the time being. I'll have to see what all tis open. Careful what ya touch though. I haven't gone through all of the items, so, some may be cursed. He knew there was none, or, at least that he knew of, to be cursed, but had told her such, so that she wouldn't touch much.



She watches all this and then closes her eyes for a moment before opening them so she could see where she was being led, she calmed her self down slowly as they walked. she thought sourly to herself. When she cam out of her thoughts she looked around and heard him call her ma'am. "The names Sako. Not ma'am. Now if you please I would like to know yours as well so i don't just keep calling you "Hey you" or "Guy" alright?" she said her tone catching her off guard sounding as if she was flirting and caught herself before she said anything that would ruin her.



He seemed caught off guard, by both here question & her tone. He had started to reply w/ something like "Capt'n will do. Just Capt'n", yet, he suddenly realized how frail she had looked. Which, then got him to notice other details, like how her outfit hugged her body, its shirt coming up a bit, to which he quickly averted his eyes. Any other, he'd have kept the gaze, & possibly even made it known he was checking her out. Then again, any other would have been some wench he didn't care about.



This last thought, actually caught him off gaurd, as, he realized he did care for her. There was just something about her beautiful, frail-looking figure, tinted by her Amazon demeanor. This last part, he actually found luring. TOO luring. he told him self, & made up some excuse that the kitchen had a rat problem, that he had to tend to. THIS was true, except the fact he didn't care if the rats ran a muck or not. He just needed to clear his head.



She stared at him and before he left grabbed his arm tightly in a grip shockingly strong. She hesitated at the spark of electricity run up her arm then hardened her gaze and leaned up looking straight into his eyes. She stopped mere inches from his face and whispered softly yet firmly. "I asked you what your name is. I gave you mine, I expect one in return." she said still staring into his eyes and felt an impulse to kiss him that she quickly squashed, for she did not trust him. "Well, whats your name?"



She never moved her ground and never looked away as she waited for his reply to her question her grip still on his arm.



As he was about to turn, he felt her hand around part of his bicep, & held him firmly. He then turns, & started to give her an irritated look, until he saw hers. For a brief moment, he too, felt something, but was left dazed as it left as quickly as it'd showed. Again, he heard her question, about his name, & again, he was distracted, as she put her face as close to his as she could, slightly standing on her tippy toes, so as to see him eye-to-eye. He thought he saw her twitch. He understood that twitch. & before he knew what had happened, he leaned in, & closed the gap, his lips firmly against hers.



THIS, of course, brought the ship in an uproar of cheers, to which he ignored. All that mattered to him at this moment, was her. Her lips. Her waist. Her tongue. Each of these following as he thought them. If anything would come of this, she would likely become more respected. Feared of course, as she was now deemed "the Capt'n's", but respected. & he could live with the usual teasing. He had dealt with it once, he would do it again. His only hope was, that there wouldn't be a clan war, to tear him from this one. Just as quickly as he had pulled her close by her waist, so, too, did he release her, as he began to think of Sasha.



Quickly he turns, & quietly walks off. Something in his look, a look of deep pain, told her not to follow. Only she had seen this look, but the crew knew his 'too-hard, full-of-purpose. move-or-be-killed-while-I-move-you' walk. If she thought they avoid her, before, she would certainly laugh, as, they more or less avoided even eye contact, or jumped if he came within 50' of them.



She was startled by the kiss and the fact she kissed back and instantly felt odd as he kissed her. Her heart sped up a bit and so did her breathing rate. She hadnt been kissed in a long time and was wondering why the hell she kissed him back like that. When he let her go she flushed deeply, then noticed his look of pain and hesitated before backing into the room and shutting the door as he walked away from her. She leaned back against it and thought out loud "What the hell.........what the hell was with my reaction to that? I mean.......i know its been a long time but....still..i don't even know him and i kissed him like that....what am i thinking.....i need to get off this ship.....god i need to leave here..." she muttered her breathing still slightly heavy she put a hand to her chest and felt her heart rate and was shocked that it was twice as fast as usual. "What in the hell...."



He took his time, wondering the ship. As he walks, his mind ran across many things of past. From the death of his father while he was a small child, his mother's sickness & later her murder. As he thought of his brother Kain again, he resumed that 'death walk' as the crew so put it.



Eventually, he found a good spot to stop, closed his eyes, & listened to the sea, as he began throwing his dagger at the floor in front of him, bending down to repeat. As he calmed, he began to think of more recent events- the battles & villages he had been in, to obtain the 5th piece of his amulet, the other four his mother had given him. Again, as he thought of the amulet, he began to finger it, as though making sure it was there. It wasn't soon after he had let go, that, thankful to him, it only rained a pleasant storm, as his body's markings, & that of the amulet, began to glow a deep violet, then dark blue.



Remembering his quest, if that's what he could actually call her now, he set about trying to find her a cabin. He knew she would be best staying with him in his, but, he also knew, she would likely wish to have her own space. It might be one thing to be with him on a ship. It was another, to share a room with him. Eventually he found one on the 2nd floor, about four doors from the stairwell. Now that THIS was accomplished, he made his way back towards her. Unsure if she was dressed or not, he gave a knock with his right index finger. "Is it safe to come in?



She jumped having sat down and was trying to fix her shirt by making it even. So she put it back on and stood quickly, she took a breath before opening it, most of her mid drift showing now, for she had to rip her shirt some more. "What is it this time, person i don't have a name of." she said that last harshly but crossed her arms across her chest not caring anymore that her stomach and lower back showed. "Well? what do you want? and can you just tell me your name already?" she was obviously forcing the memory away from the front of her mind of how he had kissed her only a short while before and her arm twitched as did her harsh look into a softer one before flashing back as if it had never been there



Hearing her give the ok, he came in, then shuts the door. He had had some things he want her, & her alone, to know. He couldn't help but laugh, as she unleashed her furry at him, because he still hadn't giving his name. In a gentle tone, he says, "Soka. My name's Kai. Shao Kai. ..Sit. I've somethings I wanted to talk to you aboot. ..Forgive me. PLEASE sit." As he leans against the wall, sitting on a barrel just to the left of the door, he pulls out her amulet.



Having thought about something, he says, "Hold on. We're likely to be spied on. The pervs." He then pulls over one of the three barrels in front of the door, then resumes his post. He waited til she was settled, then held out the amulet. "What, exactly, does this do? & what's this symbol mean?"



She stares at him amused he didn't know. Then she notices he was being serious and she took a breath. "That amulet i gave you eases physical pain. The symbol means "Lover of Death'." she answer swiftly.



She stands slowly and lifts sleeve n her left arm to show the mark of a phoenix. "I'm sure you know what the mark of the phoenix stands for." she whispered and she stood there holding her arm out to him. She hoped he didn't use it to pull her closer.



He he gave a soft, embarrassed laugh, and answers. "Not really. Let's just say me & my people don't get outsiders much. Or rather, they don't live long, if they don't have goods worth selling. Even then, they don't live long. We..uh..Like to keep private. Only the rivaling clans, led by my brother Kain, know of our people...He then looks more embarrassed. & I uh..I can't read, so.."



As they talked, he notices her shirt was further up. At 1st he tried to ignore it. But, soon, it began to bother him. Especially the way it excited him. & he didn't wish to add on to his rep, that of rape. He could gut a man without remorse, but, having been raised by his mother, he could never rape her..Torture, maim, yes. Rape, no. He wouldn't repeat his father's mistake.



At this last thought, he tensed a bit, then gave a soft, mumbled apology, telling something about 'a troubled past'. He then, went over to his dressing closet, & tosses her a leather cavalier's vest. .



-she catches it then tosses it back. "No thanks."

"And don't apologize. your not the only one with a troubled past. And the mark of the phoenix is having a phoenix shaped birth mark. It means your of noble birth....but was given up and so i don't really care. It also enables me to make and control my own amulets." she said softly. as she did she could help but glance at his arms and note that they were big.



Catching the vest as she tossed hit back, he took a quick look at it, & considers putting it on. He started to do so there, as though she hadn't been there, then realized she might not wish to see him as such. Rather, he wasn't sure what she'd seen before, & given that moment outside, he wasn't quite ready to bed her. < Ha Ha. Look at you! Scared the lil minx might skin you if made a pass. Yeah, well, she did just kick my ass a bit earlier. Pft! that wasn't fair fight. How hard is it to beat a 'you should be dead' drunk man? Come on! You can do it. You've taken on a few burly broads before. Surely you can handle the minx? Nah. I'd rather not. Besides. I like this one. Don't know why, but I do. Aww. Come on! No. *evil glare* No. & that's final! > Now satisfied with this internal battle, he softly asks her, "May I?"



She watches him have his internal battle and wonders what hes thinking about before catching herself. she sighs to herself leaning against a wall slightly and then jumps when he speaks and looks at him. "May you what?" she asks hesitantly.



"May I change clothing?" Again, he had gone through that mental battle..Except, this time, he almost gave in. ..Almost. As he waited for her reply, he began searching for something more suitable for her, then simply says, "You look. You know what you like.."



He gave a soft laugh, then replies, his tone soft, yet, couldn't help be as sharp as hers had been, as an automatic reaction., "Well, cuz ye ain't getting out of here very easily, & I thought it best I should ask ye, before tempting ye with somethings. ..Sad to say, but ye gave me a good lickin' back thar, & who knows what demon would possess ye, if ya got aroused?..So ye ain't gonna look & see if there's somethin' worth wearing? Cuz, where we goin', THAT isn't gonna last ya long once off ship..Speakin' of which. What help can ye give? Cuz, as I stated befur, outsiders don't live long. Even if ye have the rep of being mine. Ain't gonna last ya long, unless ye can show yur worth the space."



She crosses her arms across her chest and glares at him. She walks forward slowly and draws her dagger. "Reputation of being yours? I'm not anyone's, not on this damned ship, nor on land. I am alone for my own reasons, and i can very well take care of my self thank you. I do not need to change my cloths, i am a famous runner and most know me by sight. and f they don't their friends do. everyone knows who i am but people on this ship." she reaches him and pushes him on his back and pins him there the blade to his throat in seconds- "Plus i could best you at any time if i want to." her voice soft and her face close to his again feeling the impulse to kiss him but squashes it immediately.



As he changes his soiled shirt for a clean set, & puts on the leather vest she had turned down, he says, his tone rather indifferent, as well as was his manner. "Suit yourself. Tis thy funeral." He knew she'd likely have some remark against his words, then, giving her a sly grin, as though he'd enjoy seeing her mutilated, he says, "After all. THIS ship, is an extension of my whole tribe." Now, he didn't really want her to be mutilated, but, he wanted to instill in her, that this 'who the hell are you again?' was real, & that if she didn't take his advice, she wouldn't last but a couple hours. Apparently, she had never heard of his clan's brutality. Just as they, like she saw here on the ship, had never heard of her.



She just glared at him and got off and moved away. "I will not be injured. I have delt with some of the most dangerous people to live. Ihave also dlt with the sickest and most sadistic person in this world. There is nothing your clan can do to me i can not defend." she said her voice harsh and her arm twicthes a bit as more impulses rose and she squashed them. as she battled herself she sat down crosslegged again and sat there her blade in her lap softly-



As though he had read her mind, he walked purposely towards her, scoops her into his arms, & kisses her. At 1st, the kiss had been rather harsh. But as he submitted himself to it, it became softer, his hold around her waist & mid back, likewise becoming more loving & intimately felt. As they kissed, his left hand made its way up from her mid back, until he was gently pulling her head by her hair. In truth, he had done this to show a small portion of his full strength, & thereby give her a small tasted of the savageness his clan could show her. To help show this point, making sure its message was clear, he swiftly cut the left strap of her shirt, making a small cut on her shoulder, as he pulls back. Again, to instill this, he tried to give her the most sinister look, as though he would have raped her, had she struggled.



She is startled again how her heard reacted to his kiss and when he cut her strap and shoulder she snapped and flung him over her back and pinned him to the ground putting her foot on his throat hard enough so he couldnt breath past it. "Dont. Touch. Me. Again. And if you EVER try anything again i will kill you. Do you understand me?" She had pressed her foot down harder starting to crush his windpipe and glared down at him. she argued herself in her mind s she did this but nt showing a sign of what was going through her mind at the time.



He had to admit to himself, that she could handle her self quite well, as he winces from the pain of his earlier wounds. But wanting to stress his point, he made his full focus to show her the savagery of his clan, & ignores the pain. He knew that the slightest movement in the wrong way, could snap his neck (even despite it's two-hand girth), such was the way her foot was. But with most of his strength, he simply pushes her off as he sat up, giving her a good taste of what 'average' was amongst his people. As he took hold of her left hand, having seen that to be her dominate with the dagger, he forcefully, but in a controled manner, slams her into the wall, then slid his right hand down her front, & began to undo her pants, followed by his. He wasn't really going to rape her, but, he wanted her to see that HE held back. THEY would not.



While he had been doing this, he had been snarling like a rabid dog, his eyes giving off that same, ruthlessness. He hoped she would recognize this look, as, she would surely see it often, whenever he went into battle. Seeming to enjoy her struggling, he only made his movements appear to add more force, his right hand going into her pants as though he saught to either finger her, or, insert himself into her. He saught to do neither, but merely tear her clothing a bit, so that she would remember the lesson well. Unfortunately for him, he had put too much feeling into this, that he had caused the amulet to glow a sinister red-black, as both the amythist & ruby glowed simultaneously, causing his body & the rest of the room, to glow the same coloring, a demonic-like red-tinged cloud flowing around their bodies, rapidly spreading outwards like a hurricane.



She instantly used all her streangth and mutters a curse under her breath as she pulled out one of her amulets and bit into her fnger and let three drops of blood fall on it. She then mutters a few small but powerfulw ord and pressed it against his chest. As the amullet paralized him quickly she thought she realized her body had reacted to his touch and after pulled his hand away from her and moved away doing her pants up again she realized it. she yelled at her body in her head and then turned and stared at him. "Now, lets see you get out of that one Kai. A paralizing amulet is one of the strongest and most leathel. There IS no breaking one. Now you can blink and talk but you cant move. Tell me why you just did what you did, and if i accept the answer i wont say the last part of the incantation that will paralizze you for life." her voice harsh and cold her eyes even colder as she sared at him awaiting hs answer.



As he crumbles to the floor, his mind went momentarily blank. Then he felt like he'd been socked by a couple rock golems. Part of this had been the effects of her amulet. part of this, had been a side-effect of his, a reaction against the magick spreading forth from hers. He started to say "To teach you a good lesson what to expect, if you dress like a wench..", but all he got was "To teach.." & then passes out.



However, despite his body being incapacitated, the amulet didn't sieze to function. In fact, it seemed to be possessed by its own will, the cloud that had been surrounding their bodies, beginning to take form into something of a giant gargoyle, but made of shadows. As his body lay there twitching, the shadow creature's mouth moved in its sinister laugh, yet, it was HIS mouth, that the words came out in a deep rumbling growl, "You dare provoke Memnoch!?! Then..YOU..shall.. die". As the last words died out, the echoing effect it gave seemed to grow, rather than fade, as was usual, & the creature lunged. But, as soon as it hit her, a bright flash of light hits, while Kia bolted up from the waist up, as though one waking from a nightmare, he yelling in full force "Nooooooooo!"..& then the room went pitch black.



She stared at where the creature had been then brushed herself off and walked over to kai and took her amulet off him softly and the amulets effect fadded off of him. She stood and walked out as if nothing had happed and walked onto the deck and everyone skirted away from her as she walke tot eh side and looked down at the water softly. one of the guys slowly walked up and started talking to her but she ignored him deep n thought until he grabbed her arm in a tight grip and whispered into her ear that he knew who she was and what she was. And not what she looked to be but where she came from.



She turned and stared at him shocked and then recognizes him and stands there in shock before muttering a soft name that only he could hear. "Salzer...."she instantly back away and shook her head muttering. "Your dead....everyone said you were dead...." she turn and dashed o the other side of the ship back to the room and glances at Kai before movng around him.



Hours later, Kai wakes up with a massive headach, pants still slightly undone, from his 'play rape' act. As he looks around, he grabs his head with both hands, trying to keep himself from puking..< if there WAS anything TO puke > He thought bitterly. His whole body ached. Even his aches, ached.



As he stood, he holds onto the wall, as he felt sick to his stumach & his head hurt. < Damn! I've never been THIS bad, since that 1st week at sea! Oi, I'm gonna > His thoughts were cut off, as, he began puking in a barrel. he thought, as he sits in a chair, & fell back asleep.



She watched this from a corner having hidden in there the whole time. She felt a little bad about hurting him and she stood slowly and walked over to him. she thought to herself as she watched him then opened the door and peek out. Salzer was standing right there and grabber her arm and pulled her out hard. She let out a small scream.



She bites her lip and stares at him. "What do you want? Why did you grab me like that?" she asked her voice soft but looking frail and a bit scared. she though angrily to herself. "Let me go damnit....." she said firercly.. Next thing she knew she was against the wall and pinned there. "Get away Salzer.......theres nothing between us anymore...." she said softly and sadly....then he kissed her before she could move away and pinned her more roughly to the wall and she stood there shocked as he left his lips on hers. she thought agrily to herself again.



Kai awoke startled, as he heard a woman scream just outside his door. Again, he heard the scream, thus, making him realize that THAT hadn't been a dream. < Damn It! I'm gonn cream that monster if he lays one more hand on her! > he thought angrily, as, there was only one woman (or at least known to him) aboard his ship- Soka.



In a speed that told of automatic reaction to batlle, he drew the heavy sword from his back, kicks the door into pieces, & pointed his sword directily in front him, towards Salzer. < Damn. Salzer. I knew the man was trouble.. >



As he charges up the sword, the markings begin to match the emerald of the amulet, the sword chaning a bright green. As he continues to charge, the sword suddenly changes colors, the left side becoming blue, the right being red. The colors changing sides similtaniously for about 5 secs, giving the double-helix a spinning look. Again, the colors change, this time silvery-purple. As his eyes become pure white, giving him a sinester look, as though lightning had become his eyes, the blade begains to change between all of the colors, going faster as the sword is charged more and more, a light brownish tint slowly working it's way up the blade preparing to launch it's multi-pointed star projectile at it's aimed target; the markings following the same order, 1st green, then blue, red and so on, corresponding w/ the colors of the amulet, slowly fading from silvery-black to white, following the same pace as the sword's change. When the markings are pure white, and the brownish tint has reached tip of the sword, the rest of the sword looking normal, a bright asterisk shaped ball of energy appears, growing bigger until it's about 1ft in diameter. Aiming his sword in a way that if he missed his target, the energy blast would ricache off any refelctive objects, burning them upon impact, until it would come to a complete stop, hiting his intended target and if the object could have been moved, throws it backwards w/ a tremendous force, knocking it out and burned.



She looked with wide eyes as Salzer pulled away and turned looking at Kai a soft anger in his eyes. He pulled on her arm and pulled her into him tightly. "Capt'n you throw that at me, you hit her as well." he said his voice soft and dangerous as she tried to pull away quickly andhe tightened his grip. "Sako, you are still mine. I wont let anyone have you." he said looking at her with determination and she was instantly pissed. "I BELONG TO NO ONE! I'M NOT YOURS NOR HIS!" she flattened her hand on his chest and muttered a few words that made him go stiff and smack her hard. "Do not use magic against me!" he yelled and grabbed her throat hard.



She gagged and looked at Kai a pleading note in her eyes as she looked close to tears. She then looked at Salzer adn started clawing at his hand hard to get away but her just tightened his grip until she started turning red. He then let go and she callapsed against him hacking and gasping for breath. In between gasps she said "Kai.....help...me..." her voice was soft but she was sure he could hear her. She slowly raised her eyes to him and stared at his and noted that they were like white lightening. SH ehoped he'd get her out of Salzer's grip before hurting him.She tried pulling away again but failed when he tightened his grip. she thought to herself as she struggled eve more and he slapped her agin this time making her vision go black and then slowly return. she tought angrily.



With each hit Saltzer made, he relives the memory of his mother being raped, soon after his father's disappearance, his eyes, as well as the markings on his body, taking on a blueish-white tint. Although she could see Kai neither move nor speak, she could sense the flow of energy through & around him, as his anger grew. In a deliberately slow, almost growl-like tone, he says, "Satlzer. Hit her one more time, & I'll make sure you feel every last ounce of life flow from you, before you fade into darkness."



As his words took on his anger, & became more demonic sounding, making him seem possessed, lightning began to flicker off the swords. As THIS began to happen, so too, did the amulet's ruby, & periedot, begin to glow. Then the amythist, as dark clouds began to swirl around them above, proving to bring forth a fierce storm. At 1st, Kai seemed to remain motionless, & silent. But as the clouds swirled faster, & the lightning became more noticable, a soft chant began to be heard, becoming more pronounced around him, despite his tone never increasing in reality. "Death..Death. Death to THE enemey. THE enemy of Light. Death..Death.."



Salzer froze for a moment staring at Kai and then put her own blade to her throat hard drawing a soft amount of blood and her eyes grew wise in fear and she froze so as to make sure the blades pressure would grow. "K-Kai......" her tone full of fear and anguish as she remembered Salzer doing the same to her friend...and killing her. Soon Slazer spoke. "Captain if you do not stop your rage then i shall kill her. Sako was, and still is, mine. No one else may have her." as Salzer continued to speak she slowly started building up energy.



Salzer noticed and pushes the blade harder to her throat and bent and whispered into her ear something that made her slimp and looking at Kai pleading notes in her eyes. was readable in her eyes as she looking into Kai's and she flinched when slazer placed a hand on the small of her back and the pleading look grew stronger.



Kai heard Saltzer's words, but, save a smal twitch of his left eye, showed nothing. Then his anger debated, as his mought took on a sinister smirk. Unbeknownst to Saltzer, his fate was already locked, for Kai had finished the one spell his mother, the Great Sage, taught him before she gave up the ghost. Calmly & full of purpose, he slowly walks towards Saltzer, lowering his sword. However, the glow didn't falter. Rather, it increased in brillance, so that he was actually casting off a shadow & lighting that portion of the ship, despite the darkness of dusk falling around them.



"It's too late. You're already dead, Saltzer. Ye can harm the living, no more." As he spoke, all but Saltzer, Sako, & Kai, could notice Saltzer's body flickered as though made of shadows. Kai then stops 5ft from Saltzer, & gave the most evil look, his smirk retaining a sintester, cruel curl around the edges of his mouth, his eyes holding the fullness of his will, completly locked in purpose. All knew Kai was waiting. But for what? Only Kai, & Sako, as he opened his mind only to where she could look inside, knew this answer..



Relief seemed to flow from Kai, as he saw her walk away, further unscathed. However, his smirk became more sinister, as he saw understanding in her eyes, at the spell he'd just perfromed- ' Soul's Light'.



The moment Saltzer made the slightest moment to strike out at her, the swirling cloud finishes its twister effect, quickly snatching him up like an overgrown cobra, a loud 'crack' followed by a bright flash of light simultaneously following the movement of the twister's death-grip. But something was off. THIS wasn't Soul's Light. Saltzer remained in place, as did the twister. Then Sako saw why, as Kia's right hand unfurls a knotted rope. < Ah! That's why..He'd entwined a hidden spell. >



Thus, the promise that Salzer would feel his life's energy seeping away, held true. Within the growl of a hungry beast, which became more prounounced as 'many', Salzter's screams could be heard, while Kai esscorts Sako inside the cabin, & then callaposes as the spell's energy took its toll on him.



She let him and hesitated before touching his shoulder and whispered softly "Thank you Kai." She reached into her pocket and handed him an amulet shaped as a rose in blood and a symbol on it meaning 'energy' and pricked her finger droppping a drop on it and invoked it slowly and made sure it went on his hand enough that it touched his skin.

RP Char: Sako (Angelkiller's char)
04:29 Apr 17 2009
Times Read: 733

Sako:: shy, tenative, and has trust issues, fights when she has to but prefers to avoid them. She loves to dance a serpents dance and to sing. She doesnt have a favortie weapon prefering to use whatevers available.

Rp Chars (part 1)
03:22 Apr 17 2009
Times Read: 738


Shao Kai's bio (rough draft):



Shao Kai (prefers going by Kai):

Class/Occupation: Hexblade/Pirate

Race: Unknown (human?)

Allignment: Neutral Evil

Description [color=blue]*notes contains elements for bio; name of char, occupation as pirate, and name of amulet came from Blood wake, rest of disc derives from ideas generated from pic*[/color] A mysterious man, about 5'9" in height and 150 lbs, seeming to be all muscle, walks in, having strange, black markings all over his body, making it impossible to tell what race he actually is; wearing an outfit that would clearly signify him as one from the seas, possibly a pirate in nature. on his back he welds a 2-handed sword of curious workmanship , giving it the look of a double-helix that seems not only very sharp and heavy, (it's viewer approximanting it to weigh at least 100 lbs, if not more) but consisting of pure energy...or at least a material that could chanel pure enegery through and out of it;

:around his neck is a strange golden amulet, consisting 5 gems, 4 on the outside, much like a compass, the last in the dead center, an opened ring-like hole surounding the middle and connecting at the 4 compass points below ea gem. Upon further examination, the amulet is recognized by those highly associated w/ legends, as the legendary Amulet of Five Souls, an artifact that protects it's wearer from magic and possibly even death, though this part of the legend isn't quite sure of it's truth, as it has never been seen in action due to it being lost for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years when the gods waged war over who's element was the best; it was forged and 1st worn by one known as The Master, who's true name is still unknown.

:As the amulet is inspected, the 5 gems actually appear to be 6 gems, the center being comprized of 2 gems and not the 1 seen at 1st glance, each of the gems representing the 6 elements: Fire(ruby), Water(sapphire), Wind(peridot), Earth(emerald), Light(diamond), and Darkness(amythist), giving it's user control of all of the elements...there is said to be a 7th piece that allows one to control time itself, giving the amulet the appearance the Japanse setting sun when complete. How or where he got such a powerful artifact is unknown, though by the look of him, it might not be a good idea to try and take it from him, much less bring up the subject: (pop)

(ask for alt, as, tis a bit riske)



bio concept story of gaining amulet from mother, just before she dies from his brother, Shao Kaun. Shao Kaun becomes nemisis and Kai's main purpose. Kai later gains 2ndary purposes: to gain lover's father's approval, teach lover usage of sword while learning to better control the amulet in preperation for clan war between lover's and rival clan. [color=blue] *Notes* the 2ndary purposes came from an rp, which is why I'm stuck, cuz we didn't get past this scenerio. could use some help of someone playing both lover, and lover's father (in a later rp).



Amedius Bigsby's Bio



Name: Amedius Bigsby

Nickname (if applicable): "the angel of death"

Race: Human

Nationality/Origins:(TBD)

Class/Occupation: Sorcerer/Druid (aka "elementalist")

Alliances/Affiliations (if applicable): "Mother Earth"

Alignment: True Neutral

Religion(s): Ovo

Gender: Male

Age: 25 years

Appearance:Appearance:

Clothing: Red, long, leather trenchcoat, greyish-green cloak (color resembling that of sunlight lightly streamed onto a forest's underbrush).

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 160 lbs

Build: Lean, Athletic

Eyes: greyish-blue mixed w/white (resembles a stormy sea)

Hair: Blonde

Weapon(s): Staff (back), Cerimonial Dagger (hip), various elemental-based wands



Additional Gear: sachel of herbs, two pouches containing miscelanious magical items (one containing items to control the elements, the other for items to be sold/study), normal traveling gear (backpack, dried food, water, etc); Farret named "Klepto"

Personality: In combat: serious, coldhearted; Outside combat: Innocent, immature, child-like; usually quite shy;

Motivations: To: avenge his family's death, follow father's footsteps as Relic Hunter, preserve balance in Nature

Perks and Quirks: Obsessed by magical relics and anything related to the elemental planes; almost always has ability to feel weather-effects active; able to change colors of his eyes; seldem feels & shows emotion.



Biography: Amedius was the son of an odd combination. His mother was a druid, and his father, a wizard. Most of his childhood was spent helping his mother among the woods, helping her to take care of the animals and their livelyhood. However, the times that his father was home from his wonderous adventures, Amedius would spend his time learning and practicing the arcane arts, as well as studying the magical relics his father would bring home. He'd sometimes lay in bed, dreaming of following his father's footsteps, even to the point of staying up late, to continue his studies. Although he admired his father most, his religous aspects was fully developed by his loving mother, for it was her, that taught him this most important lesson, [i]"Just as nature can be both cruel and loving, gentle and destructive, so, must we be, to maintain balance." [/i].



When he was 10, his life began to change. Things began to go awkward, especially when he got really upset, for the magick within his blood, had begun to spring forth. There had been times, that he had gotten upset, and accidently set a bush on fire. Luckily for him, as his powers began to become more pronounced and unstable, his mother had told his father, who, in turn, took Amedius as a full-time student.



Amedius soon learned to control his magick, learning that the more he studied, the better he could do, and that the old legend of their far-distant lineage to the Great Bigsby (whose hand is commonly summoned as par the spell's name), was true, hense his ability to do magick w/o the usual nessecities needed by his father. He also learned, that although his gift was uncommon and quite powerful, he was also limited in the powers he held.

That, unlike a wizard, whom could have thousands upon thousands of spells at hand, whose powers were bound by the material focuses of their world, needing to be written and practiced, his, was innate, and would allow only a handful, some, even, that perhaps a wizard could never do- such as choose weather or not to feel the weather ((doesn't mean he's uneffected, just, that he can feel "numb" to such effects, like a breeze blowing through his hair, rain hitting his skin, etc. *notes idea comes from innate ability given in "the complete sorcerer"*)).



Upon learning that he would be limited in his abilities, and that books would do him no good, other than to expand his mind, he began to turn his studies purely to the elemental planes, while adopting more of the drudic ways, as, it was here, amongst the elements, that his ability had manifested. It was also here, that his interests were strongest, as well as his obsession w/ magical relics. Although he had become quite talented at controling his abilities, his studies w/ his parents, would become short lived, and it would forever change him.



Knowing that he could chose when he felt the weather, he had chosen to feel nothing- emotion, weather, none of, for it all reminded him of that day..[i]He was just 2 months shy of turning 11, when he had lost his parents. That Autum day, when his father had just returned from one of his expeditions to the far east. He could still see the moonlight coming in from the window he sat at, waiting for his father to come home. ..something was wrong..his father was coming yes, but..he wasn't riding his grey stallion in that happy-go-lucky mood he always had when he came home. Looking to his mother w/ concern written on his face, he heard her say, her voice commanding and severe, [b] "Stay here!"[/b], before running out, towards his father. She didn't know he heard her mumble..or perhaps he just knew of the upcoming danger..Whatever the case, he still could remember hearing the soft words before she left- [b]"if there's trouble. Run. ..Just run.."[/b] He ran back to the window, anxious, puzzled- everything a little boy would be expected to feel in such an instance. [u] That[/u] would be the last time he'd see them alive, for, in the brief moment his mother embraced his father, pulling off his wounded father from the horse, she had been shot down by a volley of arrows. He had awoken back to reality, when he heard her screams, realizing that everything was real. ..And ran he did do. As far as his little legs would carry him, deep into the woods, as far away from those moving shadows he had seen coming towards the house..[b] Yes Mother! I [u]will[/u] be as nature is. I [u]will[/u] show no mercy. [u]I[/u], I will be both cruel and loving, gentle and brutal, just as our Mother is.[/b][/i]



He now sat at a bar, age 25. He had heard of the many quests for the fabled "Dragon's Eye", a relic said to give one the power of the gods. It was this, that brought him here. He had wanted to gain the relic as well, but he knew he couldn't do it alone. For although he had lost many things, his desire to control the elements and anything that held magical power, hadn't dwindled. No, it only became stronger after his parents' death, fueled further by the imbalance people created in the world. [i]Someday. Someday I shall restore balance and give Mother back herself,[/i] he thought, as he listened intently on the group near by's decussion and their plans to go after both the fabled "Dragon's Eye" and the lost relics that had been scattered a 100 years ago.

[color=blue] Notes: "Dragon's Eye" not same as Kichiyou's "Dragon's Eye"



Amedius Starfire bio



Name: Amedius Starfire / Nota'man*s Dalhar (means 'devil's child' in drow)

Nickname (if applicable): "The Dark Lord"

Race: Drow/Half Inferno

Gender: Male

Nationality/Origins: Xiaur/Hell

Class/Occupation: Dark Guard

Alliances/Affiliations (if applicable):

Alignment: Drow, other demons (only when alliances are in his favor)

Religion(s): Narcism (see "motivations"/"bio")

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Age unknown, (appears to be 35)

Appearance:Appearance: (has red-black aura surrounding him; appears to be drow/human, unless spell is deactivated, allowing demonic form to shown)

Clothing: Osidian-black full-plate w/ blood-red Gargoyle emblem, ring on left hand w/ 'emblem of hell' symbol (gargoyle= enchantment to hide wings; protects the wearer from death, but creates a bloodlust; said to be forged from hell itself; given by father during punishment)

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 175 lbs

Build: Muscular, balanced-body builder

Eyes: Purplish-blue (changes w/ mood; Deep purplish-black when angered/ dark sapphire-blue when amused/deep in thought; seems to swirl blue/purple when 'normal')

Hair: Hair: Jet black w/ dark, blood-red streaks; waist-length

Weapon(s): 6', obsidian-black Scottish Claymore (has .5 ct ruby embeded at end of hilt; 'emblem of hell' symbol on gem, drawn in gold), w/ red-black, lightning-like aura, namedSoul Eater (stores souls of victims for him to use to cast spells), 3' wings, 2.5" claws, 2" fanged-teeth [color=blue]*notes wings, claws, and teeth, in demonic form only[/color]



Additional Gear: Nightmare named "Abyss" (stolen/summoned/both ?), 25-lb bags of gold (three on each side; stolen), bags of misc. gems (two on each hip; approx. value= 200g; stolen),



Personality: Cruel, uncaring, selfish,

Motivations: (see "bio concept", will update later)

Perks and Quirks: unable to cast spells w/o use of another's soul; has vampiric-blood lust; other abilities currently unknown (will update later)



bio concept: Son of Lucisfur. Created from abyss in Hell. Rebels against father in an attempt to start own domain. Cursed by father, thus becoming drow. Has "soul eater" created. Escapes from Drow society, after 200 yrs imprisionment, on drowish holiday. begins quest learning 'nature of transformation spell' (placed by father, w/ armor), obtaining items noted as stollen, and carrying out purposes. Purposes: Create "hell" on earth (his 'domain', symbolized by black marble temples, filled w/ monk-like chanting), cause terror, become greater than father (hense, 'I follow no god. I am God!', aka 'reason he needs soul eater); actively seeks to hunt Loxodons (tusks, hides, etc), and Vahnatai (Soul Crystals). [color=blue] Notes: just needs to fill in most of bio up to 'entering of rp world' start.[/color]world' start.[/color]