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 26, 2017 20:17:34 GMT -8
( Seo Nobuyoshi) ( Xiong Shuren) The dune lander meandered through the streets aimlessly. He recived stares, he alwasy did. The long flowing scarf , tan bretches tunked into leather boots and the red shash wraped around his waste were not native to this land. Nor were the bronzed skin, ice blue eyes and short red hair... Least of all were the Tah'nish, tattoo carved into the flesh. They covered his body; telling the story of his time on mothers breast. Good , bad... and misfortune. His spear was carred across his shoulders, both arms resting across it as he danlged the small sheild from his left hand. The desert dweller paused looking at a sign. He could not understand it, and his chaperone was missing... CHÉNMÒ DE DĪYǓ "chen moo Dee Diyo ?" He said aloud , squinting at the letters. Tea. AH He recognized that word. With a smile he entered the building. There was sight to be seen... Young ladies. Maybe this was the tea house his friend had spoken of so fondly. The desert dweller smiled , bowing his head upon entrance, not quiet the common manner of this nation, but not far off either. He openly looked over the young ladies, but there was no sexual fire burning in him. No he was inspired. The way their forms flowed, curved. It was wonderful. He would have to document this for his near brother Regal. However the flesh was not the only thing that caught the dune-landers gaze. A young man in brown, clad not much unlike himself was standing in the doorway. For all his facial control the man seemed uneasy, unsure. " Kon'nichiwa. Hajimemashite" The words came out slowly, but clearly. Tam was still learning the old language, as he felt it better suited the land. Common had a way of removing meaning from words...
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Xiu Zheng
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Age: 22
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 0:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Xiu Zheng on Aug 27, 2017 0:24:51 GMT -8
Xiu would smile at the young lady and would return her bow. Even though she had lived in Tawakoshi for a few years now she always forgot that bowing was a custom here. "Yes, my lady. Though refreshments aren't our only trade." she would avert her gaze towards a group a few giggling ladies standing around the monk that had just come in after her. They were indeed under-dressed, some even wearing thin fabrics that left little to the imagination. "What would you have liked to drink," she said, bringing to conversation back to the refreshment she had asked for.
And the monk indeed got a lot of attention. Three girls would soon be next to him when he had only taken a few steps inside. One of them would tug at his arm and press it close to her chest. "Well hello, handsome. What brought you here?" she asked with a naughty smile on her face. Soon another took a hold of his other arm. "Did you come to pray with us?" she also said, smiling at him deviously. The last girl would just stand in front of him, not making physical contact and would remain quiet, just smiling sweetly towards him.
As for Tam, the girls would give him a few wary looks. It was clear that they weren't used to a man of his size and appearance. They seemed hesitant and a bit took a back. Only one girl would eventually walk towards him. She was a tall woman, even though she nowhere reached the height of Tam. Where the other girls seemed thin and delicate, she was thick and muscly. "Welcome." was all she said, a hand placed on her hip.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 0:40:46 GMT -8
Ketsueki spared a glance behind her as a group of girls flocked about a monk that had entered. The poor man looked very out of place, and not just from a means of appearance. He looked very uncomfortable, just a touch too stoic.
This wasn't quite a quaint tea house, but she was already here. She might as well settle for a little bit and try to relax... if she could. Her attention would return to Xiu, her own expression seeming rather flat with a thin gaze that didn't seem to falter much. "I would enjoy a bit of warm sake, if you have some prepared," she replied, glancing about for a vacant table that was hopefully a little reclusive in the place.
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Xiu Zheng
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Age: 22
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Post by Xiu Zheng on Aug 27, 2017 1:14:02 GMT -8
"But of course." she would say and then turn around, leaving Ketsueki to finding a table where she would like to sit. Hot sake was one of the things most people wanted served in the tea house, so there was always a good amount of it warmed up. She would take a serving tray and place a small ceramic cup on it and a small flagon. Both were pure white with cherry blossom flowers painted into them. She would walk back towards the table where Ketsueki would hopefully have taken a seat and place both of them on the table in front of them.
"Please enjoy." she smiled as warmly as she could manage. "If there is anything else you would like, don't hesitate to call for me."
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Seo Nobuyoshi
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Registered: Aug 25, 2017 9:50:06 GMT -8
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Post by Seo Nobuyoshi on Aug 27, 2017 3:29:37 GMT -8
As the three girls approached, the mild-mannered monk would offer them a (maybe slightly nervous) smile. After a moment of listening to their flirtation, Seo would gently retrieve his limbs from the two girls that held on to his arms. "Ladies, while you are all lovely enough to be worthy of poetry, and while I am certain your prowess in your profession is already the content of many stories young men will tell for the rest of their lives, I am afraid I seek a slightly different type of nourishment than what you are offering." Seo kept his smile as he produced a string of dark crimson prayer beads from under his robe, holding them in his right hand - a sort of security blanket. The monk turned to Tam Mhel Farshaw, giving a small bow to his greeting. "Perhaps this sturdy-looking gentleman is in need of your services?" Seo didn't imagine Tam would at all mind the monk using him as a way to try and distract the girls from their attempt to ply their trade on him. He offered Tam a smile and silent thank you as he slipped away, following @ketsueki's movement into the main sitting area. He did, indeed, find Ketseuki seated at a table, Xiu just placing her sake in front of her. He approached her, his hand fiddling with his string of prayer beats idly. "May share your table?" he asked quietly, his voice pleasant as he looked down at her seated. He remained standing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 7:32:30 GMT -8
Luckily enough, she found one tucked off behind a privacy wall that was vacant. She quietly lowered herself down onto one of the cushions that put her back to the wall and allowed her a generous view of the main hall - and the sake arrived mere moments later, much to her silent delight. She normally wasn't one to drink, but as of late she found a glass or two would help much of her anxieties that came and went throughout the day.
She poured a shallow drink for the moment to start, nodding to the girl as she made the offer for anything more. "If you have anything light for food, that would be nice," she added - not particularly worried if Xiu heard her before she scurried off.
She opted to sip at the beverage in silence, content with watching the happenings of the place - until her view was interrupted by the monk. Her gaze would flick up with a hint of surprise at his arrival, wondering what brought him to her of all people. She was quiet for a moment, before finally gesturing across the table to another vacant cushion.
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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 27, 2017 9:43:56 GMT -8
( Seo Nobuyoshi) Xiu Zheng) Feelings of shame, disappointment, and discouragement. While not prohibited by the As'deen were seldom met well... It should not matter that people glanced away from him. It should not matter that they cringed. It should not matter that they went out of their way to avoid him... He should be use to this by now... and to a degree he was. Maybe it was the stark contrast in welcome that reminded him that he was diffrent. And that he was unwelcomed... Save by one. The woman who approached him revived an honest smile that melted the frost from his expression all together, before he bowed his head deeply. He noted that she stood defiantly, if not challengingly. Was he a test for her to deal with? Was she some guard disguised? " I see you stranger ; may you find shade and water. I am Tam mhel Farshaw, of the As'deen. " He said in a warm tone, his voice was deeper than most of the area, and had a slight Goregain (french) flare to it. " I would like to brook a kindness. May I buy you tea?" He asked, starting not at her flesh, but her eyes, then her cheeks, curve of the jaw. Lust was no where in his eyes, simple awe for all things beautiful. He had not missed the monk, and his expression creased with disappointment. He would have liked to speak with the monk but there would be time still for this, should the all mother will it. However when the three girls were turned to tam, he offered the same smile and greeting he had the first, including if they wished tea.
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Xiu Zheng
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Age: 22
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 0:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Xiu Zheng on Aug 27, 2017 10:22:06 GMT -8
Xiu would have heard her request before turning away from Ketsueki again. Moments later she would come back with small snacks like mochi and crackers. By that time the monk would have sit down with her. "Would you like something to drink as well Sir?" she would ask sweetly to him. Tam Mhel Farshaw would notice that the woman was just like the other ladies in the room. She wore just as little as they did, just that her muscles showed through the fabric, where the other girls might show rib. She would never have been called strong, but it was evident she was stronger then the rest. She wore golden bracelets around her wrists that would make noises with every move she made. "I see you too, handsome. I have never met someone from As'deen before," she said with a warm smile on her face as one of her hands moved and her fingers started to trace scars along his arm. It was clear that she was not bothered by them at all. "My name is Chen-Hua and I will accept your tea." the girl would look at him with emerald green eyes.
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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 27, 2017 13:07:31 GMT -8
Xiong scanned over his new customers with glee. Whispering something into one of the ladies her he proceeded to walk down the stairs the same woman following him carrying with a bottle of his favorite wine. He stopped and shook arms with a brawny man who the proceeded with a scroll to the back.
Eventually reaching the table with the wrapped up spear toting man, and one of his lovely girls Chen-Hua. He approached the pair with a confident swagger. Planning a hand on the chair behind her he smiled oh so charmingly at the new man, "I am Xiong Shuren, proveyer of this fine establishment. No I am sure I have never seen you before and I bid you welcome."
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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 27, 2017 13:23:00 GMT -8
Xiu Zheng Xiong Shuren ( this is a collaborative post between the authors of Xiu and Tam) " You're likely not. " Tam said in regard to her meeting the As'deen. " We do not travel over water often, should you have told me of so much water in my youth, I would have called you a lair." He said in a humorous tone. " Where may we sit? Or do we choose ourselves?" The desert dweller asked, his eyes remaining fixed on hers, save for a quick look about. She smiled at that, she decided she liked this man. He was very different from the normal ones that she got to meet in this establishment, a refreshment in her normal routine. "You can sit anywhere you would like, Tam mhel Farshaw, of the As'deen. We can even go somewhere more private if that would be to your taste." she look him back in the eyes. It was clear her body did not seem to excite him how it did other man, making her even more curious as to why he was here. The dune-walker moved with the grace fitting a dancer. He chose an open seat in the corner of the building. He could see the comings and goings of anyone who entered, as well as other entrances in the room. Carefully he untied the scarf covering his neck, folded it neatly then placed the spear and buckler-like shield atop it before taking his seat at the table. Though instead of sitting like the green walkers or even like the tawakoshi natives. He squatted with his weight near his toes , his forearms rested on his knees. It was an odd pose, yet allowed him to move quickly , yet it remained comfortable for those who were use to it. " Well met Chen-Hua." While they were walking towards one of the tables, Chen-Hua would signal one of the other girl to bring them a drink. She would whisper in their ear that they requires tea before she went with him. It was a common rule between them that when a man seemed interested, they should not leave there side. So the ones who were free should do the serving. When he started to remove his scarf, she couldn't refrain from giving a small gasp as a small band of scarring was revealed underneath it. However, it was not a gasp from fear, more from surprise at something she did not suspect. She would sit down next to him, though in a more comfortable pose then he had chosen for himself, remaining close to his side. Her eyes would brush over the scarring that covered his necks, soon understanding they were more then just scarring. They seemed like drawings and marks, like a tattoo one might wear. Once again her finger would lightly trace over it, feeling the bumps where the scar tissue was on his skin. "Would you tell me about your scars?" she asked him, curiousity known in her voice as she looked him kindly in the eyes. This man was becoming more and more interesting to her with the minute. Tam froze for a moment as he felt her finger tips run over the Tal'nish on his neck... A warmth spread through his bronzed face , as she asked what they meant. " You're the first Green walker to ask..." he said in a subtle tone. " They are who I am... Who I have been..." He remained still as glass as she looked at him. " Should you be able to read them... you would find ever great and terrible thing i've ever done. Traveling to this land , I must make a new Tah'nish for this place. A great honor, even for a banished..." He said trying not to let shame creep into his voice as he spoke. Tam' head moved to see who was coming to their table. " I see you Xiong Shuren, may water and shade grace your home, and wealth find your pocket." He said warmly. " Your welcome is soothing as shade Xiong Shuren. " he said.
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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 27, 2017 13:40:25 GMT -8
(Future posting for Chen-Hua will be done from this PC account instead of through Xiu)
Just as she was about to answer back to Tam, Xiong suddenly joined them in their conversation. She sat up a bit more straight and brushed her hair with her fingers. The thing Tam and her had been talking about was not a conversation she wanted to have with others near. She felt like it would be something private to Tam, she didn't see why else he would have inflicted his body the way he did.
She would keep her mouth shut unless Xiong would ask for her opinion, but would not leave Tam's side. Soon the tea she had requested would be brought along as well and the table was getting quite a bit busy. She was trying her best to not show how much the interruptions were annoying her. She still wanted to find out more about this strange man.
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Seo Nobuyoshi
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Registered: Aug 25, 2017 9:50:06 GMT -8
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Post by Seo Nobuyoshi on Aug 27, 2017 13:45:39 GMT -8
The monk's actions could certainly be construed as rude and dismissive; for both Tam and the working girls of the tea house. In truth, Seo was out of his element in such a place, and of course his lifetime of faithful service to his order had taught him to deny the natural and basic urges nearly all men had. He was, after all, just a man.
"I thank you for your hospitality." he said to Ketsueki with a bow as she wordlessly motioned him to a cushion opposite her.
Seo lowered himself slowly on to the cushion, resting his hands on the table in front of him. He still held the deep red prayer beads in his right hand as they seemed to fit so naturally there; the product of years of counting all 108 beads on the string.
"I am Seo Nobuyoshi," he said introducing himself once seated. "I will have to apologize for my forwardness if it offends you. I was unaware of the type of establishment this tea house appears to be, and it caught me slightly off guard. My hope is that seeing me at the same table with a young woman such as yourself will dissuade some of the employees from coming over. I hope you do not mind."
The monk's words were quiet and apologetic as he revealed his self-serving reason for inviting himself over to Ketsueki's table. It was only then did Xiu return with Ketsueki's snacks and crackers, and asked him if he would like something to drink as well. He looked up at the woman as she placed the platter on the table in front of Ketsueki.
"No - nothing to drink for me thank you. But I would greatly appreciate a bowl of rice if you have it on offer, or perhaps some tender sprouts of some kind." With his order, Seo would offer a smile.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 18:14:57 GMT -8
She listened quietly as he explained his motive for joining her, and a quick glance of her attention around the room only reinforced what he was saying - she swore she could see a pair of the giggly dancers pointing and whispering in regards to Seo. Her head would dip slowly in a nod of understanding, as she reached for one of the mochi snacks to nibble on.
"I can appreciate the predicament," she replies just as softly as he had spoken. "No offense taken. I'd ask your forgiveness for my initial shock - for seeing a man of your stature here and here before me," she adds with a subtle gesture of her taken hand towards the man himself. "This is hardly a place for someone like you - probably a bit too lowly for a monk."
While she spoke, she let her eyes wander - gathering what she could on his physical aspect and appearance. Of course, the robes were worn but still held a beauty to them like a uniform. His physique was well determined and shapely - a warrior monk, perhaps? Something about the power in his exposed arm, the strength of his shoulder, and his strong neck reminded her of her uncle - and this brought a faint smile to her lips at the thought. She found herself looking up to the man's eyes as a result, and then away just as quickly.
At least there was something to say about the monks she heard about - walking totems of serenity. He certainly held that, despite his own anxiety of being in this place.
"... apologies. My manners have slipped away as of late. I am Ketsueki. I say, it's nothing short of an honor to speak with one from the temples."
If only he knew the irony behind her words. A shinobi speaking of honorable priests. She kept the grim, wry smirk out of her expression.
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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 27, 2017 23:10:06 GMT -8
Xiong nodded at Tams greeting, "Lóng yǒngyuǎn kěyǐ bǎohù nî." He bowed to him his fist clenched over his heart as he spoke his native language. He looked over Chen for a moment and looked at Tan "I apologise for the intrusion if you need anything let me know.
The woman that followed Xiong set the bottle of spiced wine on the table between them "A gift, a token of our new friendship, a spiced from a very far away desert." He simply smiled and nodded backing up an turning to the monk and woman at the other table.
He approached them followed by the same woman, he smiled sweetly and listened to them.
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Xiu Zheng
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Age: 22
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Post by Xiu Zheng on Aug 28, 2017 0:14:38 GMT -8
"But of course, Sir." Xiu would once again leave the table, though the pair might be of interest to the establishment. One of the other girls would carefully lead one of the patrons close to the two and take a seat right behind them on one of the tables. This would give that girl the ability to listen in on any conversation they might be having. Gathering information like they were secretly meant to do.
It wouldn't take long before she would once again approach the table, this time with a steaming bowl of fresh rice with her. She placed in front of the monk and smiled at him sweetly. "If there is anything else, just call me." she once again told the pair and was about the leave them be when Xiong would appear near the table. so she decided to stay.
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Seo Nobuyoshi
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Post by Seo Nobuyoshi on Aug 28, 2017 4:09:50 GMT -8
Seo raised his left hand slightly with a warm and understanding smile as Ketsueki apologized. "Please Ketsueki-san, I am just happy to have your understanding in the matter. I am very pleased to meet you." As Xiu returned to the table with the bowl of rice for the monk, Seo would offer her another quiet word of thank you in his native tongue. He turned his attention back to Ketsueki. "I will ask your kindness in allowing me a moment of prayer and mindfulness before I eat." he said, and after a moment bowed his head. The monk pressed his palms together in front of him before he began to speak again. "I contemplate all the causes and conditions and the kindness of others by which I received this food. I contemplate my own practice, constantly trying to improve it. I contemplate my mind, cautiously guarding it from wrongdoing, greed, and other defilements. I contemplate this food, treating it as wondrous medicine to nourish my body. I contemplate the aim of my practice, accepting and consuming this food in order to accomplish it." Once his prayer was finished, Seo raised his head once more. He reached to dig in to the bowl of rice, and only then realized that Xiu Zheng hadn't left the table, and Xiong Shuren had arrived to stand by the table. "Hello." he addressed the man with a nod. Seo was unsure who he might be, but seeing as he was being followed by another woman and Xiu decided to remain at the table because of his appearance, it seemed a safe bet he was either the manager or proprietor of the establishment. "The young lady there is doing a fine job taking care of us."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 4:35:07 GMT -8
Ketsueki almost choked on the nibble she had taken - had her father been there, he'd surely had smacked her upside the head. She stilled any further motion to eat until the monk had finished his prayer, and made due note to NOT make that mistake again. But at least he seemed rather polite and undisturbed - perhaps she was lucky enough not to have insulted him.
It was something different to be in the presence of a monk, she realized. But her attention ebbed away from him... and more to the man now standing by their table, and Xiu now remaining in their presence as well. Her hand came down to set the snack on a napkin by the tray, keeping a sharp eye on the pair of them. A faint note was made of another patron nearby with an entertainer, but nothing more than that. Being here was part training, after all - she had to be alert.
After Seo spoke up, she nodded slowly in turn - keeping her sights on the man. If anything, he might be more of a threat than the girl. Kunoichi were something of a rarity in Tawakoshi, she'd noticed, but not impossible. But if this scantily clad dancer was one... she had very few places to conceal weapons. "Indeed, she is." It was all the wording she would offer for now. His lack of introduction thus far made her a little wary.
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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 5:21:02 GMT -8
Chen-HuaTam nodded in thanks and waited for the man to leave. The wine held little interest for him, but he recognized quality when he saw it. "Tea or wine, which would you prefer?" The bronzed man asked turning his attention back to the young lady. which ever she chose he would server her first, then himself with the tea. It was not wise to drink alone in a strange land... in fact that was part oft he reason he had ended up here int he first place. "... the left side of the neck belongs to lovers and family." he explained having saw the curiosity in her eyes. " The right is for those we hold dear. There are no fitting words for the difference, but it is there." he said with a nod. " The shoulders carry our burdens. Our task we have completed. The lower back: Things that define us. The face; who we are, and what we do." He continued . " But not all Tah'nish are history, some are protection." The tea was velvety smooth and lightly creamy, with a subtle hint of orchid. Tam inhaled deeply as he sipped on the tea to help enjoy the flavors mor throguhally. A pleased smile crossed his lips.
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Chen-Hua
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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 6:18:13 GMT -8
Tam Mhel FarshawChen-hua would follow Xiong with her eyes before she would bring her attention back to Tam. "I will take the wine, would be sad to see it wasted wouldn't it?" She said playfully and would wait while he poured her a glass full of it. However, she would not directly take the glass as she was still more interested in Tam then she was in the drink he had poured her. She would listen closely to the things he told her, making it easier for her to read the marks that covered his neck. Again her fingers would lightly brush the scars. "Is this one for you mother?" She asked him with curiosity in her voice as she looked at something that resembled a woman with a babe in her arms. Since he said it was reserved for love ones it was her best guess.
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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 10:27:16 GMT -8
Chen-Hua Tam poured himself a second cup of tea with a slow measured pace. " A fair guess, but no. That is The all mother ; Ju'ment. I've come to understand others believe in other deities. But the As'deen follow one of three. Oh'der, Eh'aos , and Ju'ment." he explained. This. " He pointed to a mark that looked something like a crescent moon with two slashes through the center. " was my mother. Sul'mon Dalh'Farshaw. The marks through the shape mean passing. This." He pointed to another crescent moon like shape, but there were three spear like shapes within it." Would be the women who raised me. The Dalh'nim, Spear maidens in common." He went on. " Tribe, group, position..." he said moving his finger from mark to mark. He sighed a bit. Shame was something to choke down, doing so showed it could not shame you. " These." He said motioning to the marks under the outside corners of his eyes. " I earned when I became Mhel Farshaw... or First scout." He paused. " The slash under denotes a loss of rank, and the three marks under , mean Banishment. " He explained. He looked for wisdom within the cup of tea before him." I ask forgiveness, Chen-Hua. I do not often get to speak of such things..."
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