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 17, 2017 13:38:53 GMT -8
Before Sen would have a chance to see Shiori, she would hear her, instead.
"The sparrow arrives
Filthy as she always does
A bath overdue."
Behind the couple, a rather charming woman stood, wearing a thick winter kimono. The red cloth was a stunning contrast to the pale scene around her. In her delicate fingers, she held a decorative pink umbrella to ward off the snowfall.
Sweeping her braid over her shoulder, she turned and beckoned the couple towards her. Her walk was more of a glide for its grace. She almost seemed like a phantom.
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Sen
Established
Onmitsu
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 17
Physical Description: A plain-looking peasant girl, normally dressed in work clothes. She seems pleasant enough, though a little rough around the edges. She is well-able to defend herself ... those mountains are a hard place to live.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: Sept 4, 2017 1:45:29 GMT -8
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Post by Sen on Dec 21, 2017 6:41:16 GMT -8
Even though in Kiyonai the cherry trees had already dropped their flowers, icy winds blew across Tokhung's exposed plains and into the foothills of the mountains. It was a harsh land, filled with hard and uncompromising people. At the sound of the voice, Sen turned slowly, manouvering around Kaen so she stood between him and the red-clad figure, if need be ready to defend him. Upon seeing Shiori, a familiar face, Sen replied
“Plain brown sparrow hides
While hawk's claws tear the flesh
Of red cardinal”
Then she smiled, her cheeks dimpling. “Shiori-chan. It's good to see you.” Though they might exchange barbed words, these women were allies, and had worked together many times. Shiori turned her back, a sign of trust, and Sen grabbed hold of Kaen's arm and whispered, “She is a friend of ours and will get us to the capital.” Nevertheless it wasn't a bad thing to be a little wary of someone outside of the family, even if she was on the same side.
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Kaen Kogoeshinu
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68 
Age: 27
Registered: May 23, 2017 23:35:01 GMT -8
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Post by Kaen Kogoeshinu on Dec 23, 2017 2:27:39 GMT -8
As to the day before the mountain was just as unforgiving. Kaen pulled his clothes over his torso more, shifting his cloth covered swords on his back. On the way down Kaen spotted a branch and had a clever notion to use it, deviating just slightly he picked it up and adjusted it to fit under his left arm. After a few more adjustments, and a but a cloth wrapped around the top he fashioned a away to make it seem like he was blind out of his left eye. With a few more modifications to his stature and making his outfit slightly more dirty, he was confident he was able to blend in now. "Sen.. All I need to know is do you have my back?" he said sternly his demure from the night before changing, his presence now the warrior he was born to be.
When they got to the town, he turned on just enough of the lie to make the covered eye believable. He used to stick to feel out the left side as he walked but his other eye was scanning the people he pasted, looking for potential threats, and then an unfamiliar voice spoke. Kane tensed a bit letting go of the stick but remained leaning on it. He put his fingers together over the flint stones that made the spark the night before. He turned to face the woman, the bandage over Kaens left eye started to glow behind it, only slightly.
At Sens touch Kaen calmed, he simply nodded and when back to pretending to be a crippled peasant.
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