Chen-Hua
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 21
Physical Description: One of the girls who works for Xiong Shuren at the CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ.
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 13:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Chen-Hua on Aug 28, 2017 10:38:23 GMT -8
Her eyes would follow his hands as he talked her through her scars, a smile everlasting on her face. Only when he started to talk about his banishment did the smile fade from her face. So not only the good parts of stories got written in his skin.
"Don't be ashamed of your scars Tam." she would tell him gently as she moved her thumb over the very three marks that seemed to have hurt him dearly. "Our scars make us who we are, and with you, that is truer than with anyone else. Don't be ashamed of who you are. Everything that happened, happened for a reason. Maybe even just for bringing you here with me this very night. We all have a purpose."
Only then she took her hands off him and sat back a little bit. She began to undo the top she had been wearing that was covering her breasts as well as her belly. The part that covered her belly was something that only she wore and as soon as she undid the top and let it fall in her lap it became apparent why. A big scar covered it. It started between her breasts where a thick line would glide down between them. The line would then start the split in all kind of directions, splitting every now and then creating a shape that was almost like a tree that was upside down with the top of it being just above her navel. "You aren't the only one who has to live with them," she said, though not being unkind.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
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Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Aug 28, 2017 11:04:10 GMT -8
Chen-Hua Irritation, or something a kin to it flashed through the dune-landers eyes for all ofa moment, She had treaded she disrubed ground which should remain virgin. Shame was a pricky subject for the desert folk. To shame one was to break who they were, to be shamed was worse than to die among his people. Though this expression was only there for the barest of moments, replaced by curiousity. His eyes wandered over the scars. " Not all scares are talh'nish, but most tell stories." He said looking over the scare carefully. The fact that she was mostly nude did not phase him in the slightest, or rather it did not cause the same reaction it did green lander or the tawa. " I have not seen such a scar on the living, what happened?" he asked , his voice full of concern.
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Chen-Hua
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 21
Physical Description: One of the girls who works for Xiong Shuren at the CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ.
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 13:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Chen-Hua on Aug 28, 2017 11:21:56 GMT -8
It was not a reaction to her breasts she had desired of him. It was the scar she had wished to show. She did often talk about what happened, but the fact that this man was proud enough to wear his whole history on his skin, made her braver to talk about it.
"I was once a very poor girl, my parents couldn't pay our rent or the taxes that were asked of us. When even our last goat was taken away from us, we had no way of income. They sold me to a slaver, so they might a few cows in my stead." she said. Her eyes would now turn away from his own trying to concentrate on her story.
"By the time this happened, I was already of age, a girl of 15. I was starved, beaten and trained to be the perfect slave for anyone who might want me. And one day a man came who wanted me. He was a scientist, an old man. At first, I didn't know why he had wanted me, but soon it became clear that he required a human for one of his experiments and I would be the one to be that human. You see, some men have dark desires that they hide beneath a thin layer of something else. In his case he was able to hide his deepest desires behind his science, so he picked a pretty young girl to enact his fantasies on while doing the research he was telling people he would do." she swallowed once, the next part would be the hardest.
"His fantasy was to see someone get hit by lightning. To see how the electricity surged their bodies and eventually killed the person involved. During the next high storm, I was brought to the top of the highest hill and bound to the ground. Above me, he placed a metal rod that was so high up in the air that lightning surely would find its way towards it. When it reached the end of the rod, i would be the nearest subject and so choose my body would be hit next."
She would gently take his hand. "When the lightning struck the rod, it didn't even give me enough time to take a breath before excruciating pains shot through my body. it hit be right here, where the scar starts." she would place his hand on top of it, right between her breasts. "Only by luck, it decided not to follow the path to my heart and brain. Instead, it followed the path downwards. It would creep over my skin, crawling over my organs before eventually, my body was able to absorb enough energy for it to come to a hold." she would move his hand along with the lines of the scars, choosing one of the many paths it took until she reached the end of one of the finest lines in it. "It only lasted a second or so, but the damage it did to be was enough to leave me bedridden for months. Even till this day, nobody can explain to me why I did not die. How my body survived the bolt of electricity that was put through it. After that, they started calling me Shǎndiàn de nǚhái. The girl of lightning. Of course, the man who bought me only got more interested in me and my abuse continued after my recovery. It was only until Xiong saved me that I was able to leave that life behind me." She smiled again, hoping he could understand the story she was telling.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Aug 28, 2017 11:36:20 GMT -8
Chen-Hua The dune lander followed, while not exactly understanding some of the words she had used, but he could fill in the blanks easily enough. Energy, scientist, he had not inkling of their meanings as it came to eh'oas' spears, or lightning as the Green walkers called it, but he had seen men struck by Eh'oas in the desert. An excitement raced across his face. " You hold a spear of Eh'oas within you. Many As'deen would admire such a mark. We sometimes pull the spears from the sands, marvel at their beauty. But you, you spat in his eye!" He laughed. " A fine joke." He went on. " It was not your time." Spoken with a nod, as if that explained everything she had said, about death, the abuse , the suffering. " We are all fated to wake from this dream Chen- Hua, but that was not your day to wake. " He bowed his forehead a fair bit. " I am honored to have been told your story. " He said with a smile. " Now the question is. Did you make him suffer? If he still draws breath we can see that he does." He said plainly, in the same manner he might suggest they have more tea, or go on a stroll. " The fact you show no shame in being saved or rather hold no shame shows strength. This Xiong, he is that man yes? " The bronzed man asked gesturing to the man who had greeted him before.
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Chen-Hua
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 21
Physical Description: One of the girls who works for Xiong Shuren at the CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ.
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 13:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Chen-Hua on Aug 28, 2017 23:16:48 GMT -8
She smiled, his words warmed her heart. The way he was able to look at her scar was very refreshing to her, as most man just though of it as a scar.
"I used to hate the scar, thought it reminded me of all the things that man did to me. But over time I started to love it. I realized that it was proof of how strong I was and how much my body survived. It indeed wasn't my time. Now I wear this scar as proud as you wear yours, my dear Tam.” She caressed his face slowly before she would bend over to the table and taking her wine glass once more, not even bothering to put her top back in place. She much deserved a bit of the wine after telling her story.
“The men does not draw breaths anymore. After Xiong restained him I found the strenght to end him myself. I strangled him with my own hands until he went limp on the ground.” She normally didn’t tell people she did it, but somehow she felt like Tam would be proud of her for it. That he would see the strenght in her, where others only saw a pretty girl who needed protection. “And yes Xiong is the man you just met.”
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Xiong Shuren
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Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6'2'' 205 Lbs Athletic, Scar on the middle of his abdomen going to the right shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: Black Chinese Vestments, with gold and adorned with dragons.
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 1:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by Xiong Shuren on Aug 29, 2017 0:25:40 GMT -8
Xiong gave a nod to Xiu, "Welcome my new customers, I am Xiong Shuren and I am th purveyor of this fine establishment." He looked over a monk, "Not ever day do I get a monk in my business." He laughed slightly "I assure you we do have excellent tea. Even have a private room if it is to noisy out here." His eyes lock on the other woman "and who are you?" He said eying her over. Perhaps trained, he shifted his weight to his dominant leg, just in case it gets.. Interesting.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 4:41:32 GMT -8
He was as wary of her as she was of him. At least he wasn't a fool, or a complete one. A blink would melt away most of her hard stare into a more tranquil expression, and she would carefully reach over to tug her cup of sake close for consumption within the next minute or two - after tensions eased.
"Hikaru. It's a pleasure to meet the owner of this place - it's actually quite nice, once you look away from the thin silks," she replies politely, though smirking gently at her own quip. She would let him take that remark as he may.
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Seo Nobuyoshi
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Roleplay posts: 12
Registered: Aug 25, 2017 9:50:06 GMT -8
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Post by Seo Nobuyoshi on Aug 30, 2017 2:41:57 GMT -8
The monk observed the short exchange between the two, noting the slight increase in tension the proprietor’s arrival seemed to create. It was small wonder, as the man might have seemed slow to introduce himself as the owner of the establishment.
“I am prepared for my journey to take me to all places, even ones where my brothers may not have been before.” He said with a smile at Xiong’s observation that not terribly many monks had been through the tea house. “Thank you for your kind welcome, I am pleased to meet you. My name is Seo Nobuyoshi.”
Seo looked back at Ketsueki for just a moment for continuing.
“I was just confessing to my new acquaintance here that I was a little taken off guard by the welcome I received by your female employees. They are exceedingly friendly - appropriately friendly, given their profession - and in my state of surprise I fear I may have been rude to them. I would consider it a personal favor if you would accept my apology, and extend it to the three girls that greeted me as well.”
Seo picked up a pair of chopsticks, and shoveled a lump of his rice into his mouth. It did not appear that the monk took offence to Ketsueki eating without observing a moment of thanks, and certainly did not intend to bring it up if she didn’t.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Aug 30, 2017 9:41:42 GMT -8
Chen-Hua The bronzed man gave a gentle smile at her touch. It was pleasant not being rejected simply for being different. Mischief danced behind his eyes as she did not replace her top however, she was playing the game rather well, but he had been playing to game for most of his life, what with being a spear maiden despite being male... The other Maidens made a game of making the boy blush, so simple flesh, despite how pleasing to the eye, wasn't enough to get a visible reaction out of the man. He simply acted as if she were clothed. At her mention of the method of the mans death his eyes widened a bit, and nodded. A very personal death, fitting the nature of his actions. Ju'ment would be pleased. " I hope you left him for the Dagah--- uh.. Wolves? " He frowned trying to think of the word in common to describe the short beast. " Or at least the Pickers." He said settling on that word for the creatures in his mind. He would have to draw them later so people did not look at him as if her were crazed or worse, a lair. " He does not seem the type to rescue others, not doubting you." He added hurridedly, as if what he said offered some huge insult. " but rather he blends in very well. " Tad said casting a glance at the man seeing him in a new light. These Island dwellers had more spine than most green walkers. Save for Regal perhaps, than man was almost an idiot with how brave he could be. Regal! " Chen hau, May I take your likeness on paper? I do not think my near brother would believe me if I simply explained your beauty." Tam said with a nod.
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Xiu Zheng
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 22
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 0:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Xiu Zheng on Aug 30, 2017 9:45:51 GMT -8
Xiu would walk to Xiong's side right before he started talking and would remain by his side during the conversation. It was turning out to be a very eventful day and she would tell that Xiong was enjoying it, scheming his own little things in his head. She would just start smiling sweetly and not talk out of her turn. Even though Xiong would see her as his equal she knew some people would think her rude to speak up.
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Chen-Hua
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 21
Physical Description: One of the girls who works for Xiong Shuren at the CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ.
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 13:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Chen-Hua on Aug 30, 2017 9:58:03 GMT -8
"I don't know what type of animal got him. I just left him in his own home for his other servants to find him. Maybe more people then just me were able to blow off some hot air using his lifeless body. All that matters is that he won't draw a breath again, and he won't hurt anyone the way that he hurt me." she said with a serious look on her face. By then she had finished her first glass of wine.
She could already feel the effects of the alcohol inside of her. She was in no way tipsy, but she tended to feel playful whenever she drank. Usually, she saved it for busy nights in the brothel, but she hadn't been able to refuse such an expensive wine when she got it offered. She soon ended up pouring herself another.
She already knew that she wanted to charm him. He had woken something inside of her that had laid dormant for a long time. Most men fall for her charms before she had even tried, but instead, Tam had shown interest in her as a person, just like she had done with him. He had seen her true beauty instead of her breasts and her thin waist. Even her nakedness had not gotten a reaction from him. She wanted to make him want her, to tease him into giving him and in the end to have him inside her. It had been a long time since she had felt so excited about the prospect of a man in her chambers.
She looked up a tad surprised when he talked about drawing her, she had not expected him to be an artistic type. Soon after, however, her smile appeared once more and the playfulness she had felt moments ago might have just started to reflect into her eyes. "Of course you can Tam, but only on one condition." she bit her lip while still smiling. "You have to draw all of me." she would start to undo her bottom's and soon she would stand in front of him as naked as her name day. She noticed others patrons started to look at her, even getting some angry grunts from some of the other girls as they were losing the attention of the men they were with. But she didn't care, she just wanted Tam to see her, all of her.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Aug 30, 2017 10:14:51 GMT -8
Chen-Hua Did the dune landers icy orbs shift from her eyes? Had he cast a glance quicker than a vipers strike at all she had to offer? Perhaps... But the reaction from the rest of the room was validation enough in Tam's eyes. So he did not faulter. " You are very forward, are you certain you are not As'deen?" The hint of a tease hung on the edge of his voice as the smile spread across his face. Moving the left portion of his attire would reveal a leather chest piece, various straps and pouches were hidden under the soft tan fabric it seemed. He opened a case and removed the contents. A box about the size of ones hand. And a book about double its size. He placed the leather bound book down lovely and began to flip through the pages. Most of his sketches were people from a distance, all caught in action however. A young man carrying an old woman on his back. An old man fishing with a child. Men practicing with their slights curved swords, or with their fist. There were other ladies in his sketch book, though all from a distance if the perspective was anything to go by. Though a common thread among all of these besides the quality, was the fact they were all from this island. Carefully he found a blank page taking a moment to run his finger tips over the heavy paper... A content sigh escaped his lips. He removed the lid from the box and revealed the tools of his trade. Charcoal and what seemed to be grey stones. " Do not stiffen, simply be you, I can focus on conversation and ---" He paused " and my craft" He said avoid a pitfall, though the smirk said he may as well have stepped in it.
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Chen-Hua
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 21
Physical Description: One of the girls who works for Xiong Shuren at the CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ.
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 13:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Chen-Hua on Aug 30, 2017 10:24:03 GMT -8
She did notice his slight glance, but she did not mind if it was only a slight one. If he wanted to draw her, truly wanted to draw her. He would have to pay attention to every single detail of her. His eyes would soon see her body and hopefully, it would awaken a desire inside of him for her as well, even if it was a very slight one.
"I am very positive I am not an As'deen." she said with a smile on her face. When he took out his book with the sketches in it, she would lean in close to him so she could look at the other ones he had made. Her body would lightly brush against him and her hair would tumble past her shoulders. So far that she needed to her hand and tug it behind her ear to not obscure the view of his sketches. "Wow Tam! They are beautiful," she said, honestly surprised. A moment before she had not even thought the man to care anything about art and now she had discovered he was actually very practiced in it. The roughness of the charcoal was clear in the drawings, but even then emotion could be read from them. She suddenly got even more excited about being drawn, she would probably need to have him make her a second sometime. Just so she could keep one for her self.
When he got ready to start drawing she would sit back a little bit again, taking a few more sips of wine before simply sitting on the couch a little bit away from him. "Are you sure you don't want me to pose?" she giggled, maybe she should not have more wine.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Aug 30, 2017 19:30:51 GMT -8
Chen-Hua The wamrth spreading across his shoulders was nearly as pleasnt as her praises. " Thank you Chen-hua, It can be difficult to catch moments , but I felt these were important. " The dune lander regarded her as he might appraise a gem stone, debating on which angle to highlight and capture. " Well You said I had to draw all of you, I can't very well do that if we only use one pose." He said non nonchalantly. " Though I want to capture what is most important first. " He said as he set to work moving the etching tool carefully. Her face took shape gradually, starting with her lips of all things. Tam worked slowly up her jawbone , catching the shadows that shaped her face. Over her brow , then her eyes. The man may have been posing for an etching him self with how still he sat, gazing at her face with an unyeild expression that would put steel to shame. He hardly drew breath, as if capturing her likeness was more pressing that breathing. The shallow curve belonging to the nape of the neck... flowing into the shoulder. Framed by raven black hair that cascaded down to her breast... only high lighting her waist. She was lovely... But more so if Tam's etching suggested anything close to the truth. " You blush." He said out of the blue. His icy orbs finding hers for a moment as he loving shaped her supple bosom. " Or is that wine finer than I expected? " While Tam was indeed consumed with her craft, he was not blind or deaf. His ears listened to conversations across the room, caught glances at him and her, and other goings on.
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Xiong Shuren
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Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6'2'' 205 Lbs Athletic, Scar on the middle of his abdomen going to the right shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: Black Chinese Vestments, with gold and adorned with dragons.
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 1:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by Xiong Shuren on Aug 30, 2017 21:52:24 GMT -8
Xiong laughed slightly, "The girls can be a bit.. excitable at times my monk friend. " he bowed with both his hands together, his sleeve revealing part of a 108 mala prayer beads. "I am honored you pick my establishment. Now not all of it has scantily clad women, parts are actually a tea house" Xiong waved a male over who was carrying Sake. The male was big, in the way of muscles, he carried himself as a soldier and scarred more than most. He resembled a pit fighter, commonly called a gladiator. He bowed slightly with a slight smile, backed away and went to another room, like a private room. Xiong nodded at the man a he left, "I don't hire just woman." He would have a quick glance at Xiu then then to Hikaru. " Well Seo, if you need a room I will happily accommodate you, no charge."
His attention turned to Hikaru, "Yes well. .. Unfortunately it is hard to run a business that features woman in full kimono.. To many parts." He laughs "I'm joking the women here serve as a pleasant distraction to the hard working men of this fine city. I do have scantily clad men here as well." He winked at her playfully.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 22:13:50 GMT -8
Ketsueki tried to keep the disinterest out of her expression and the polite, small smile in place. She was becoming silently aware at how disconnected she was, how difficult it was to encounter and engage individuals. But this was a small step... albeit seeming rather large.
A gentle shake of her head would follow the option that was presented in regards to men. "I must decline. Indeed, I've stopped here for the more subtle nurturing aspect of your establishment. But if anything should come up, I'll come to you or your associates," she adds, dipping her head in a bow towards him and Xiu, as well. "But I think I am well pampered for the moment, thank you. Unless my acquaintance here needs something, of course." Her eyes shift over to the monk next.
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Chen-Hua
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 21
Physical Description: One of the girls who works for Xiong Shuren at the CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ.
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 13:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Chen-Hua on Aug 31, 2017 9:42:19 GMT -8
She wanted to say more but decided for now it might be best to let him do his work, so she leaned back and tugged her legs underneath her so he could see most of her body, except for her feet.
She wanted to see what he was drawing but knew that for now she would need to be patient. "It isn't a blush Tam, it is an alcohol rouge." she giggled, she knew the wine was having its effect on her.
"Tell me more about the As'deen. What are their woman like? Do they train to fight? Do you live in the same place or do you travel around the desserts?" there were so many things on her mind she wanted to ask, wanted to learn. Wanted to know where this mysterious man came from.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
Registered: May 20, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on Aug 31, 2017 11:02:43 GMT -8
@chenhua
The desert walker let a soft chuckle escape his lips at her comment about blushing.
" Woman in the As'deen? There is no real difference from men as far as I see?" He said slightly confused by what she meant. " We all train to fight, as we are one force against many in the desert. Hands are hands, Spears are spears."
Tam' nodded satisfied with how he had captured her hair... He worked on the shading of her body now, adding depth and softness to the other wise harsh lines. slowly life filled the etching... bit by bit... stroke by stroke.
" And yes we wander the desert for the most part. There are some that hold camps, or villages typically the old. " He explained.
" Seems we are not the only new friends under the roof today. " Tam said casting a gaze over to the monk and woman who were being spoken to by Xiong Shuren.
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Chen-Hua
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Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 21
Physical Description: One of the girls who works for Xiong Shuren at the CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ.
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 13:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Chen-Hua on Aug 31, 2017 11:13:16 GMT -8
She would again listen to his words until he started to seem distracted by others that were still in the building. She bit her lip when she noticed there was another woman there, somehow it made her feel slightly jealous. Maybe it was the wine, maybe she just really felt like his eyes should be on her naked body instead of a clothed woman.
Before long she would be on hands and knees crawling close to him again and put her hand under her chin and gently pull his eyes back to her. "Don't look at others, it is just you, me and your artwork here." she then said in a hushed voice, almost a whisper. As if it was a secret that only he was supposed to hear. Her face would be very close to his, her hair tumbling down her shoulders and into his lap. Her eyes would sparkle with mischief as she smiled a naughty smile towards him.
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Xiu Zheng
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 22
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 0:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Xiu Zheng on Aug 31, 2017 11:23:18 GMT -8
Xiu would smile slightly at Xiongs comment about girls in kimono because she was one of the only women in the establishment who was wearing one. She did not do the scantily clad outfits that the other girls were wearing and was glad that Xiong did not expect her too. After all, her job was very different from the girls that did the entertaining.
"I am glad to hear that you are satisfied with our service," she said and would bow to Ketsuki as well, putting her hands in the sleeves off her kimono before she bowed her upper body forward to them. She would then once again remain quiet by Xiongs side. She was ready to leave when he was even though he seemed to think he had some business to conduct first.
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