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 Jul 2, 2019 20:02:25 GMT -8
Xyrix reapproached the shrine slowly and knelt before it once more. He set his cane revealed to be a blade in front of him and lowered his head within the direction of the bells.He closed his eyes and let his consciousness drift. He would repeat these thoughts as he drifted;
"Forgive my nature from before, I was hasty in my assumptions and let loose sooner than I should have. Impulse can be an issue for us humans at times." He chuckled. "I must ask, where do you come from? This seems an odd place for a being such as yourself, but the bonds with the owner must play a large part. What drives your motivations? Please tell me if I ask too much." He was smiling with wonder like a child would.
Xyrix was so enamored with the idea of spirits coexistence and wished they could roam with the living just as frequently. It saddened him every time he remembered how ill received spirits could be by the public masses. People were so afraid of the unknown, and it was truly devastating.
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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 Jul 4, 2019 8:53:35 GMT -8
Xiong would turn to the woman behind him and in another language would give her instruction. He would approach the shrine he face in calm reverence. He would look to Xyrix and nod "There is a spot we can go. A days hike from here in the forest. Its where I first met them. That particular area of the forest... The veil between our world and theirs is thinner. If you want to go, we can." He would explain a moment later two different woman would walk towards them carrying packs of food. change of clothes, bed rolls. Everything essential for the trip. One pack would be handed to Xyrix.
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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 Jul 11, 2019 22:50:41 GMT -8
Xyrix rose from his meditative state when Xiong spoke to him and looked up at him brightly. A forest that held a weak barrier from the mortal and the spirit realm was something that was not unfamiliar to him. He'd been there before, when his abilities were much younger. It was a slight surprise to him that he and this guardian had never encountered each other before but it was likely he was too weak back then. He stood up to face Xiong and lifted up the pack he'd been handed.
"That sounds like a wonderful journey, you'd be willing to show me the way? That's extremely kind of you." He smiled warmly at the teahouse owner and handed him back his pack.
"I have brought my own provisions, though I appreciate your offer. I am eager to leave and ready whenever you are."
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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 23, 2019 15:29:03 GMT -8
The wind came again, pointing eastward to the forests. They would be following them, their presence felt the entire way, more strongly in the woods than the city.
And there, in the Valley of Fire, they waited.
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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 Jul 23, 2019 15:34:27 GMT -8
Shiori scowled at her invisible companion but did not speak. There were too many people around for her to be chattering to herself like a madwoman. She had a reasonably inconspicuous reputation to keep, and she would be damned if one annoying little spirit man ruined it.
The woman looked over her shoulder, attempting to see who he was talking of. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she gave him a soft glare and shook her head, coupling it with a run of her fingers through her hair to tuck it behind an ear. For someone to see him was quite strange. As far as she knew, someone else had to of touched the pick set. She had only allowed Ezia such a privilege, and no one had even tried to reach for the ones secured tightly in her hair.
As she walked, she took note of the tea house and paused. Many more people than the usual clientele were gathered, walking in and out of the premises. She poked her head in curiously, eyes growing wide like an ogling young girl excited about the prospect of something new and unfamiliar. In a voice higher than Darius had ever heard it, she leaned over to an older man who was leaned up against the entrance, smoking a pipe, and asked him about the crowd.
His brows flew up as he chuckled. “The owners made a shrine,” he answered. “At such a place, too! But people say that the guardian here is the real thing. We are swimming in good luck!”
Hiding a smile only half successfully, Shiori thanked the older man gracefully and scuttled into the tea house with exaggerated awe as she looked for the shrine. For the moment, she did not see anything unordinary. As for Darius...
Two children were playing in the courtyard, darting and worming between the adults that were visiting the new shrine as they attempted to pounce on one another. One was wearing a pair of cat ears, the other one antlers, and they were as spry as both the animals that owned them. One moment, they sprinted straight for Darius, and where most children would have dashed right through him-
Well, these collided right into his legs.
Falling onto their backsides, the children coughed and groaned and complained loudly, rubbing their noses and cheeks as they tried to make sense of the events that just transpired.
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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 Aug 24, 2019 5:08:24 GMT -8
Xiong would return from his trip... Refreshed. He smelt like roses and death. He walked with a warriors grace, he would pass Shiori. Brushing past her in the crowd, he would turn his head and look at her. His golden eyes would lock on hers as he past her, a small smirk appeared on his. Its was almost like, a warrior knows a warroir when seen. He would pass the children that were rubbing their head and such and he would look at them, almost like he would see them. He only heard them, slightly "You should be more careful" He said to them with a smile, suddenly a woman in fancy kimono would seeming appear in front of him and in QuYingese would be talking about some information that gathered while on the 'job' and he would reply with a more... Edited version of the information.
The pack he was carrying was taken by another girl. He would greet his patron and joke around having a hardy laugh. He would glance at the shrine and smile sweetly, hoping she would see him.
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