A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on Dec 21, 2018 16:55:09 GMT -8
Though Xiong Shuren was no longer in the space between worlds, there were many ways to communicate with him. As soon as he finished the shrine, the lanterns flickered to life, illuminating the walls with a gentle, warm flame. It was accompanied by the faint laughter of children and a breeze tousling his hair.
It was a thank you- one that would be better received in a dream later that night, as it was the closest they would get to the conversation they had in the forest.
For now, however, there were other matters to attend to, as other curious people had decided to wander in right on time.
The spirit decided that it was none other than fate entwining them together.
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Shiori
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 19
Physical Description: By most standards, Shiori is nothing short of breathtaking. She's filled out in all the right areas and slender in all others, with sharp, almost foxlike features and cunning eyes. Her long, brown hair is usually done up in a multitude of complicated hairstyles as she works but is often lazily braided on her personal time.
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Clothes and Equipment: Shiori's clothing is usually very revealing, made to accentuate her features to maximum effect. Despite this, she somehow finds a way to hide a multitude of weapons within it. From hairpins with dangerously sharp tips, fans made of iron, venom-coated nails, and poison-imbued rouge, this woman has no shortage of ways to commit murder.
If all else fails and Shori finds she must engage in combat, she usually has a kaiken hidden away.
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Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 14:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Shiori on Dec 21, 2018 17:27:13 GMT -8
It had been several days since Shiori found Darius, shorter since she brought him to Ezia to get some answers. She barely got that much and decided to barely tolerate him for now.
On this particular day, she decided to take him into town. She kept most of the bulk of the set at home and carried one of the pics hidden in her hair among a variety of other ornaments. Just as Darius had witnessed on their first meeting, one of them was a disguised knife. It was clear she never left the house without something like it.
Keeping her voice low, a fan disguising her lips, she spoke to Darius when she felt like she wanted to answer him, otherwise teasing him with silence or a short glare.
Shiori would not be the only person to tease him that day.
A young woman, shorter and even younger than the assassin, approached them. She wore nothing but a piece of cloth that barely covered her tiny, pale body. Stranger yet, she stared forward with eyes that shone like a bright half-moon.
Which tilted upward to meet with the Forged, just before passing by.
If he turned to look, she would be gone.
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Xiong Shuren
Committed
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 Dec 28, 2018 5:37:44 GMT -8
Xiong chuckled at the obvious signs of the spirits presence, he quickly took a bath the was the sweat of hard labor off and donned his fresh apparel. Black silk robes with a golden dragon twisting around his body to have it's head home to and end on his right shoulder, into his chest. He light incense at the shirne, three to be exact. "Èzuòjù and Èyì, have yourself a little fun... Just don't hurt anyone. Most of my clients are drunk enough maybe a fall or two may be in order hm?" He chuckled as he strolled out onto the balcony over looking the other main floor.
His spy instinct kicked in as he scanned the crowd, studying each face throughly. The girls and guys were doing thier job as always, they pull mark's into the private rooms pulling what information they need, some of the clients don't even get to the fornication part. The girls are good though, make it look like they had a hell of a night.
He countined to scan the room, occasionally feeling a familar presence of his spirit friends. He eyes suddenly locked on the new arrival, the young girl. A small smile crept up on his face, she is hiding something. He was sure of it.
His attention was broken for a moment when a woman whispered something in his ear. He listened intently and spoke in the native tongue of Quyingese. He nodded to the new arrival and the woman left. He returned to his position watching as the very same woman apporached the new arrival. She gave her a curt bow, and still bowing she said "Welcome to the Tea house Qíngfù." It was customary for the writers to use the titles of Quying. Gave the business a more.. Exotic feel. As one would scan, one would notice there was very little native Tawakoshi people's working her. Save for the dumb lunking giant in the corner. " Would you like a booth or a table or perhaps you would be more interested in the private section up the stairs?" She stayed bowing, the woman looked to be in her 20s, she was more clad than most of the women and men in here, but never the less one could tell that the only garment she wore was the over layer of her kimono and nothing underneath, and slowly the kimono shoulders slipped exposing more and more of her chest. "We have a fine selection of wine, some even shipped in from a far off land that is coated in sand. The Proprietor of this establishment has hand selected the wine himself, so it is the best you will ever drink." She said gleefully.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 16, 2019 8:58:53 GMT -8
It wasn't that Xyrix found himself above these places, per say, but his interest in them had vanished long ago. That was not the reason for his visit. Since his departure from being a soldier his days were almost all spent traveling. His destinations were often influenced by one of two things. First was typical of any nomad; coin. He had to eat and he had to survive. That was done much easier with the help of a heavier pocket. Second; the dead. Xyrix had a latent ability to interact with spirits and this tea house had been the talk of the town lately in regards to a new found shrine. It was rumored to be dedicated to a guardian, and he couldn't help himself.
Upon his arrival he offered a polite bow to the girls that greeted him with such enthusiasm. Out of courtesy he did decide to use some of the money he had to buy a cold bottle of sake, but promptly asked to see the shrine. The lovely woman working the front seemed confused but nonetheless lead him to where he wanted to go.
When she bowed him off he gazed hard at the shrine with wonder in his eyes. He found a comfortable spot in a respectful distance from the shrine and took a seat, pouring himself a small cup of sake, and closed his eyes.
"What's your name, if it isn't rude of me to ask?" He held a large grin on his face. He certainly felt something. Whether that something would acceptance his acquaintance or not was its own beast.
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on Jun 16, 2019 10:41:44 GMT -8
One of the bells on the shrine rang softly when the new visitor approached.
The presence he felt was, in the very least, direct. If people could burn holes through someone's skin with their eyes, that would be the feeling that Xyrix would feel on the back of his neck. If he were to turn and look to see who was staring so adamantly, he would only see the soft sway of the talismans decorated along the entrance.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 16, 2019 13:41:39 GMT -8
This was not an unfamiliar feeling. To the level of hostility he was unsure. Spirits were frivolous from time to time and with every new one he encountered it was hard to determine intention or their personal opinion of himself. After all, not all the spirits he ran into met a pleasant fate. All he could measure was the fact that whatever lingered in this area was not only fully aware of him; it was watching him relentlessly. It felt more than some mischievous yokai, however. Malicious or friendly was the only thing that concerned him in the moment.
He sipped from his sake cup.
"I hope I am not intruding. I wish only for conversation and perhaps knowledge. You can blame the city for my blatant curiosity, however I suppose it is my own will that determines why I am here."
He set aside another small cup and poured sake into it. Following that, he removed one of his rations from his sack and placed a rice ball and a slice of bread and slid it towards the shrine.
"I wish I had something more glamorous to offer you. Please forgive me for my pedestrian offerings." He sat on his knees and continued to sip his sake. He had nothing to do this day and he was ever so interested in finding out just what make this being speak with him. After years of looking death in its face, Xyrix's patience was great.
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Xiong Shuren
Committed
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 Jun 16, 2019 16:09:19 GMT -8
Xiong would sit on a private balcony over Pilkington entrance, it was quiet and we'll hidden. He would watch as visitors would come and go. All stopping for a moment before the shrine, always leaving a small offering behind. So when one stopped And sat before it.. He raised a brow.
He would lean towards the was and say "Oh my lovely children, could you be dears and see what that man I doing?" He would ask the air but deep down.. He knew the spirits were there "Meili my dear it seems you have a dinner guest." He would say chuckling. Lean in forward in his chair to observe better.
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on Jun 16, 2019 16:40:24 GMT -8
A small breeze- one that should not have been present indoors otherwise- tousled Xiong's hair briefly. The laughter of children accompanied it until the noise moved over to the visitor. It was so faint as to almost trick one into thinking it had to be one of the lovely ladies giggling at an octave higher to appease a guest, but not so quiet as to of been nothing.
The shrine did... nothing after the traveler's plea, though the presence from before was heavily towering over him. It took a moment- a few sips here, an awkward look around, perhaps- until an answer was finally given.
The sake cup presented to the shrine fell over into the rice until it cupped it entirely, hiding the ball of rice from view. If the man were to reach over to lift it, he would find the ball of rice gone and the sake vanished.
He would also feel the weight of a hand attempting to push his forehead down onto the shrine.
One should respect the Spirit to which you pleaded, not just shower her in gifts.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 16, 2019 17:15:12 GMT -8
The air was heavy all of a sudden, much heavier than before. He knew instantaneously that his attempt at communication had angered whatever lingered. Though not his intention without knowledge of the creature before him his actions always ran the risk of being misinterpreted or even thoroughly despised. His grin faded as the presence seemed to loom over him as a scarecrow would its desolate field. His dark ringed eyes opened in preparation for the worst. This was not the first mistake he'd made in trying to contact the otherworldly and he must be ready for whatever may come. He let out a sigh and to his surprise he could see his own breath. Though his eyes failed him his senses knew... This was going to be unpleasant.
When the weight of a hand touched the smallest strand of his hair his position was changed like lightning. He turned to faced where the hand would've thrust him forward and out of instinct halfway unsheathed his cane sword in a defensive position. Upon the realization that there was no physical being in front of him he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He stood up slowly and retreated his blade back to its holster completely. He then bowed, deeply.
"I must apologize for my rash speculations. It seems that offerings take no precedent in your desires. A young fool such as myself would only be so deserving of your animosity. However..." His tone was still polite but became much more stern as he raised his head.
"I ask that you please rescind your aggression. I come with nothing but admiration and curiosity. I am not your foe, nor would I like to become so." With that statement Xyrix watched the air intently. If this spirit was indeed of foul descent he must be ready to retaliate, though the thought itself pained him. He'd hoped for communication, not altercation.
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Xiong Shuren
Committed
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 Jun 17, 2019 0:59:54 GMT -8
Xiong would grump and get up from his chair. After a few moments he would walk outside, his hands behind his back. He wore a very elegant black silk robe, standard tunic style for a monk, with and embroidered dragon warping around him in gold. Around his neck swung beads, prayer beads, beads of a monastery monk. Behind him trailed a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with sakura petals, both stature of Xiong and the girl was that of a deadly warrior.
He would approach the shrine observing the interaction between the spirits and him "Please don't hurt him too much" he would say looking at the shrine now a mere 60 feet from it "Some people don't understand your ways." He would wave his hand "Go play inside children." He took the tone of a father figure and followed it with a smile "You can misplace pants if you'd like. It amusing to watch grow men hide themselves in embarrassment." He would bow his head to the shrine, even though everyday in the privacy of his own room to prays to then properly.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 17, 2019 2:50:10 GMT -8
As Xyrix was maneuvering his eyesight around he would catch Xiong in his peripherals from the distance he stood. He had heard the man speaking but knew not what was said. He and the gorgeous woman who followed him seemed far more elegant than those he had seen previously in this tea house. Perhaps they were the owners? Were they checking on him to ensure he was spitting out coin to the establishment? The ronin had no interest in the 'entertainment' provided here, but if he was to buy more sake it may give him a bit more peace with the shrine.
Upon the bow of the man's head he was sure that he had some idea of what existed in this shrine. He shifted his gaze to look over at Xiong but said nothing. He offered but a half smile and a short nod of recognition.
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on Jun 21, 2019 13:49:43 GMT -8
Sitting upon the roof of her shrine, Meili tapped her fingers upon her arm. The children were certainly rowdy that day, giving her a reputation much more sinister than her actions warranted. Then again, they really did not know who this stranger was. Perhaps toying with him was good for testing his temper.
Meili did nothing until Xiong called the children back to him. With a laugh, they skittered over behind him, clinging to his robes. Handprints were briefly visible on the frock for a full second.
When at last Xyrix looked back at the shrine, he would be staring directly at a pair of eyes that shone like bright half moons. She was leaned forward over the shrine, one hand balanced on a step with her legs curled around the roof. There was a deep fascination reflected in them. There was also something else, the sense one got when the neighborhood cat was stalking them. The sense that she was scoping him out, ready to spring at a moment's notice.
If he were to even blink, she would be gone, nothing but leaves in the wind.
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Xiong Shuren
Committed
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 Jun 21, 2019 16:22:25 GMT -8
Xing would look down and behind him almost as if he was looking at the children. He would place his hands generally where and estimate of where their heads would be and would ruffle their hair but to the other people it would look like he would be a crazy person that was just waving his hands "You are good kids." He would say.
He would walk up to the shrine "Seems you caught their attention. While people pay respects they don't usually stay." He would stand before the robin his hands behind his back, he would look up at Meili and smile "Don't mind them. They are harmless."
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 21, 2019 22:58:24 GMT -8
To Xiong;
His keen sense of the ethereal realms did let him on to the hand prints on the distanced man's robe, leaving him with a curious gaze. There were multiple spirits around this vicinity. Why was it he couldn't see them fully formed? They must have a great grasp on what they allow the mortals to be a part of.
You are good kids. He heard the man speak this. The spirits of children. For a moment there was wonder in Xyrix's eyes at the prospect. It was swiftly drowned out by the recognition that it was highly probable that they were spirits due to passing. As Xiong approached him Xyrix let his defensive stance down and held his 'cane' in place with the palms of both his hands. He offered a short bow, as he does.
"I beg your forgiveness for my over stayed welcome. My name is Xyrix and I am a spiritual medium. These 'children' did give me quite the scare I should say. Most spirits I encounter are angry with me, so I find myself readying for conflict more often than necessary." He smiled warmly at the stranger. "Truthfully I came here on the rumor that there was a guardian of sorts here, and was hoping to commune with it. I hope that my curiosity has caused you no burden."
His eyes shifted to the Guardian's Shrine;
In an instant he was struck with awe. It was but a moment's glance before she vanished but he saw her. An entity so beautiful he couldn't believe it. One so attuned with her surroundings and malleable. She was a reflection of the hunters moon bleeding its light to the sky below. He was taken aback and stood dead in his tracks staring at the shrine with a childlike smile. He turned back to Xiong after shaking his head clear of the fascination.
"Who is she?"
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Xiong Shuren
Committed
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 Jun 22, 2019 12:42:21 GMT -8
Xiongs eyes would settle on the man "There are three spirits actually. The children are the spirits of serendipity and misfortune, I suppose you can say two sides of the same coin." He would turn behind him and look down with a smile "Say hello to the gentleman." He would ask them, "The beautiful spirit with the half moon eyes.. She's a spirit guardian. A protector. She used to shelter people that were on the run, but alas was eventually forgotten. Until fate brought us together and I rebuilt her shrines." He would explain he would glance at the shrine for a moment her visage becoming clear, but only for the moment. He would bow his head to her "No spirits should be unnoticed by the living." He would say eyeing the spot where she was.
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 23, 2019 4:12:19 GMT -8
"You don't say?" The ronin was actually relieved to hear this explanation. His eyes motioned to where the handprints had been again. At least he knew they were children spirits that did not come of death. His heart felt a bit easier knowing that. When the man told them to say hello it brought a smile upon the ronin's face. He waved towards Xiong in hopes the spirits were aware of his gesture.
His smile faded upon the story of the guardian and he peered back to the shrine with intensity in his eyes. "That is profoundly sad. One who would give so much to humanity for no benefit to themselves deserves not to be forgotten. I am glad to hear that you helped give her such recognition." He knelt before the shrine again and held his hand over the shinobi headband on his wrist and prayed silently. He sat there for a long while before standing again, his eyes closed and breaths controlled.
When he did finally rise, he'd look back to Xiong with a smile returned on his face. "I've not for a long time been able to tell the difference between spirits and those with mortality. I am one to believe they should be treated as equals. And with respect so long as it is not betrayed. Thank you for showing the same kindness to these beings."
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Post by Darius Rah'sheed (Forged) on Jun 27, 2019 17:28:10 GMT -8
Strolling with his arms aloft as normal, the gentlemen theif's eyes wandered as often as his mind. Shiori's cold glances and shoulder did not daunt him as much as they first had, the woman was a recluse, may as well have been an old woman for as much as she acted...
His eyes met a stranger... Then his eyes met her neck... shoulders... slim waist---- WAIT!
Spinning with enough force to cause his cloak to crack like whip the thieves eyes searched hurriedly for the pale figure. She looked at him! "Shiori!" He quaked. " Shiori who was that?!" he called, panic felt as awkward as a dagger in the man's voice.
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Xiong Shuren
Committed
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 Jun 28, 2019 11:34:29 GMT -8
Xing would fold his hands behind him with a smile."I was raised in a monastery as a monk, they taught us to respect all spirits."He would explain. He would look the man over for a moment. "Would you like to actually meet them?" He would turn to the gorgeous woman behind him and would nod. She would return the nod with about and she would walk away heading into a building. "Prehaps they would visit you in your dreams like they do me." He would say "Ah apology, my name is Xiong Shuren, owner of this establishment."
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Xyrix
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 28, 2019 14:04:04 GMT -8
Xyrix smiled at Xiong and bowed his way. "It's wonderful to meet you, Xiong Shuren. You may call me Xyrix." He rose with his smile still painted on his face. The inquiry about meeting them in his dreams seemed a bit odd, but spirits all function quite differently. If they were invasive in his sleep and comfortable with it, it was likely these spirits were wary but meant no harm in the long run. Regarding their description given to him it would surprise him at this point if any maliciousness were to occur.
"Truly, I would love to see them with my own eyes. I came here with intent to speak to the guardian but had no idea there were multiple beings lingering here. It adds to my curiosity ten fold."
The ronin turned his eyes back to the shrine scouring for that pale spirit once more. Seeing her once was enough to possess his interest entirely. He must know of her origin.
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on Jul 1, 2019 20:03:13 GMT -8
Upon mentioning that the spirits could venture into their dreams, the bells rang once more, calmly this time.
It was a confirmation, and it felt like it. If he wanted a conversation, they would give him one!
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