[OOC] SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)
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A Dark Feudal Fantasy Game, set in a fictional, Asian Inspired continent.
That which has died, may rise again. And the dead do not know honor, mercy or the finer points of battle. It knows only hunger, destruction and blood. They are the specters of our wars, risen once again to make us pay for our folly.
Bilao Khan, ruler of the Bau Xau Confederacy
Once the home of a mighty empire, the lands of Watai now lay still, reeking of death. Any remaining bastions of Humanity, like Sa living cities are walled up, their sentinels forever vigilant. The Nang Dynstasy, the former rulers of these vast land, is no more. Its empress dead, and its nobles savage vampiric undead who fight as much among themselves as they do the living. TO the south, rumors speak of the Twin Empresses alliance is falling apart now that only one empress remains, and of their very own dark horrors starting to emerge.
In the north, the proud and fierce Steppe nomads that were once the terror of the Nortern border, are forced to retreat across the desert to escape the undead Nang dynasties violent death throes. They speak of a savior. A great Khan who carried divine favor. One who will help them rid the world of the monsters that now roam their old steppes.
Of its coast and across the Crimson Sea. Lies the country of Najin, a country once divided by petty rivalries and the pursuit of power and glory. Now united in desperation to push back he dead. Before the sanguine fever overtook it like it had most of the mainland, interactions with the Nang Dynasty had been purely antagonistic, many of its ships flying black flags and profiteering of piracy along the Watai shores. However, Naji was not spared the sanguine hunger, as one of these ships drifted into the harbor of Yukiona, carrying with it a crew of undead.
From there, the undead spread like a plague across a divided country. Only the luck of the divine, and the efforts of a single scholar and monk: Naito, would save the island nation from befalling the same fate the the mainlands as a monk by the name of Naito Tahoma found a way to halt the undeads tear trough the country. Contained within a old scripture that his monestary had been entrusted with a long time ago, he found means to combat this evil. He rallied to him the last remaining retainers of the various living clans and together, the last of the samurai road to meet the undead hordes that were once their comrades.
It was a hard fought victory. But now, Najin stands as a bastion of hope in a sea of blood. Gathering for the first time ever, is the everyone of the living leaders, ancient enemies and rivals, all united in one purpose. To make sure that the sun will once again rise upon the living.
Fall of the Nang Dynasty, the sanguine curse is unleashed.
It all supposedly began with Emperor Lau Nang, a once beloved figure in Witao, know for being a patron of the magical arts and the sciences of man. He who had united many of the minor lords against the raiders in the north. Ho had kept the pirates of Naji from Witao shores. He was a akin to a god in the eyes of many, beloved by all. That is, until his wife and only child both died to a mysterious disease. Bereft by the light of his life, the Emperor grew more distant towards his people, and his patronage to the magical art became more demanding, asking the impossible to be done. Asking for his family to be brought back to life.
They found their way to immortality eventually, but at a cost nobody foresaw. The Emperors scholars dug up the grave of a magician who’s writings and theories had been banned from the court nearly seven decades earlier, long before most of central Witao was unified under one leader. His writings spoke of the sanguine fever, a disease of magical and unnatural origin that if you survived it, made your body self regenerating and immune to disease and aging. Under strict order of secrecy, the court magician worked on recreating this disease, although he did not and could not understand just how terrible a secret it was. For when the news somehow leaked that someone was recreating the banned magic of Senguine Fever, the magicians and scholars were in a uproar, going so far to lead a revolt against the Emperor in a bid to stop him before it was to late.
They were to late. By the time they had made it the capital, the Emperor was already bedridden with the fever, as was a number of his generals, most trusted nobles and advisors. As the golden gates of the royal palance was breached, what the mages peasant army was by was death. Death that walking, talking and hungry for the living. Thus, Nang fell under a eternal darkness, starting with the royal capital. The newly turned mages began working on variations of the disease as well as foul weather magic to wreathe the continent in permanent, dark clouds as to block the sun out. Of course, the promise of eternal life drew the worst of the worst out to join the emperors rank, already petty and powerful nobles all sought to capitulate rather then fight for the living.
What the emperor had not considered however, was that his own nobles would turn against him, despite their new gift. As the last of the old Nang Empire had been turned our enslaved, the Emperors decision to halt their expansion, as he wished to consolidate his power and focus on the reason to his undeath, that of bringing his family back, was met with a violent backlash. And the so called “Immortal Emperor” was torn asunder by his three greatest allies in Xing Bao, Lu Cui and Zi Weng .
Instead, Xing Bao, a admiral and noble saw an opportunity to get back at old enemies both across the Crimson sea to the east while Lu Cui, a female noble in the Southern Provinces sought to expand the borders southward and hoard more of the living for cattle and Zi Weng, who long had harbored a grudge towards the northerners and the Bau-Nauh steppe nomads.
The Fever Spreads: Affected countries outside of the Nang.
Batuhuan
Batuhuan
To its north, the Batuhuan, a once prideful and powerful nomad people fight a losing war on the encroaching undead imperials. Their steppe horses fast but unable to compare to creatures that know no fatigue or fear. Their leader, Bilao Khan, has pulled what is left of his people back and past the unforgiving deserts, where the undead cannot find any shade. But even then, the Nobles of the Nang Empire were working on ways to extend their dark clouds of eternal night. The exodus of their homelands remains a dark and shameful blot on the Bau-Nauhs proud history of military conquest and martial prowess. One they are keen to repay.
And according to their prophecieis, that revenge is coming. A youngling has risen among their people, fighting his way up the social ladder. They call him Ganbaatar, the iron hero. He posses power that of which no Batuhuan has ever seen, and a hatred for the dead that share no equal.
The Twin Empresses of the South.
Consisting of a myriad of Kingdoms, some such as the Taunak Empire, the south has a long history of warring between themselves and grudges simmering underneath the surface. Yet in the face of invasion from the north, the countries often set aside their differences.
The twin empresses of Taunak called for all the living and free people of the south to set aside their decades of war and territorial claims in order to keep the undead out after their neighbouring kingdom of Hangai was conqured by the dead. This alliance was a proposition that seems as difficult to achieve as fighting back the undead hordes of the Nang. Yet, the initial ruse was successful, and the kingdoms bordering Nang created a massive fortified border, with numerous castles and forts designed to halt armies to a grind, even those with myriads of undead. It was only due to this that the kingdoms south of Nang was able to avoid complete extinction.
Yet, they have problems from within. Trough yet unknown means, the undead have managed to reach the ancient, dead race of the Naga. And now, a undead, evil Nagaraja ravages the region from within, the snake people now a undead scourge in their own right.
Hang-Jun; The Fortress.
Even before the sanguine fever swept Nang, there was a region which had refused to be quelled by Nangs rulers. That is Hang-Jun, a city referred to simply as “The Fortress” by many. It stands on the narrow straight of the jinju peninsula, one of the most densely populated places on the entire content. home of no less than three larger cities all connected through a massive river delta. The city of Hang-Jun has stood as a bulwark against lad invasions, as there is no way into Jinju other then through sea or trough Hang-Jun. And the other three cities boost a combined armada that has yet to be truly challenged. Meanwhile, Hang-Jun is home to a artisans nad siege engineers skilled in creating counter siege equipment and weapons no other nation possess.
Tau; The Survivors.
Even thou Nang was ripped appart by the Sanguine Fever and the undead nobles it created, some were spared the undead plague. Most of these have congregated in the western region of Tau, which consists of a large valley nestled into the so called Alabaster Mountains. It is a place easy to defend and home to one of the oldest institutes for mysticism and magic. Here, the hero known as the Scholar King is supposed to have taken his final rest.
Heavy, holy magic seems been carved into the very mountains, creating a safe haven for Nangs surviving populace. Their leader is a mysterious woman who has proven herself as one of the only tacticians to understand and truly know how to exploit the various vampiric Neng nobles own rivalries and weaknesses.
Najin; The Sacred Isles across the sea.
Najin has a long history of duality and discord. On one hand, it has almost always been divided by petty nobles and their rivalries and pursuit of power and glory. On the other hand, it is the home of several different sects of devoted and pious monks and mystics, who have no such ambitions.
Before, its interactions with the Nang Dynasty had been purely antagonistic, many of its ships flying black flags and profiteering of piracy along the Witao shores. However, Naji was not spared the sanguine hunger, as one of these ships drifted into the harbor of Yukiona.
From there, the undead spread like a plague across a divided country. But it would not befall the same fate the the mainlands, a monk by the name of Naito Tahoma found a way to halt the undeads tear trough the country within a old scripture. He rallied to him the last remaining retainers of the various living clans and bestowed upon the knowledge to make holy weapons, blades infused with life force of someone dear to them. People who had to give up their life, willingly.
These blades were capable of slaying even the Sanguine Nobles, who previously were capable of laying waste to armies simply due to how hard they were to kill. With this, the tide of war would finally turn.
Where the Fever has yet to touch: The Unspoiled lands.
Far to the south, beyond what collectively known as the Southern Kingdoms, lie The domain of the Golden Rajah. A large, advanced and populous region, they sanguine fever has yet to reach them, much thanks to their court magicians being able to discern the danger of letting Nang merchant vessels into port. The Rajah has chosen to take a wait and see approach, although, he has allowed any of his soldier and warriors to leave, should they wish to join the ranks of the five faction concord and fight the undead. Far off the southern tip of the continent out on the Rahjan sea, lies Majali. A merchants kingdom, that has grown rich and powerfull from spice trade and who have aided the southern kingdom with food and connected Najin and the Hansa trough trade routes dependent on their ports.
Merchants from Lands beyond; The Galadin, The Hansa and The Nave d'oro
Visitors from the Lands beyond the Steppes or the seas are precious few. They arrive in boats, usually exhaused and with little hope to return home. The Nang and the southern kingdom both did some limited trade with the the Galadin. A Empire to south on another continent, whos merchant claims they span from coast to coast.
The Hansa commit to trade mostly with Rajah, but some were making inroads into being accepted in Naijin docks at the time the Sanguine Fever spread to the island. Many of the hansas ships were burned in the ensuing chaos and what members survived live under constant scrutiny, as some blame opening the ports to foreigners to have led to the fever being let onto the island.
The Nave D’Oro are a powerful mercenary fleet that at the time of the fever, was helping Nang secure their seas by hunting Naijin privateers and local pirate fleets down. Little has been heard from them since the empire fell to the undead, but a single ship was found drifting outside one of the southern kingdoms, and its crew spoke of their leader, Augustus Vi Denia, having willingly become a Sanguine Noble.
The Five Faction Concord.
Upon the dawn of a new weapon against the undead, the news spread. In the south, the hard beset twin empresses and their allies set out a official request for Naito and Najin to aid them, upon which Naito sent two of his most trusted smiths and warriors to instruct the Empressess what was needed to be done. It was to the shock of all that one of the Empressess, Ngô Đức Bich, gave her life to form the first blade outside of Najin.
The remaining Empress, Ngô Đức Khiêm, rode personally out into battle as the south won their first proper victory at the river of Nechengh. Having seen the power of the new weapon, and having slayed one of Lady Lu’s sons, Meng Lai. In light os such a victory, Naiot and Khiem set to gather up more allies to equip and arm. Their call was heard.
From the Northen Steppes, a aging and sick Bilao Khan rode along with the hero Ganbataar. Bilao who was like a father for Ganbataar, sacrificed his life to infuse the bow of the young nomadic warrior. Ganbataar, who has been proclaimed great kahn, has vowed to rally all of his people for the upcoming war.
From the Hang-Jun, they sent Kae Sun-Yung who the Jinju people consider a national hero. While she refrained from a holy weapon herself, she brought with her several of her finast warriors. Half of them there simply to give up their life for the ritual.
The Tau are to isolated to send anyone directly, but trough means of magic, they have conveyed their pledge to the plan to unite. Now, warriors from all five of the factions, as well as those from outside drawn to their cause, ready themselves to end this undead plague.
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The Types of Undead and how to kill them
The Unresting
The bulk of the Undead are called the Unresting: Shambling corpses, they are none the less capable of wielding their weapons still and are both persistent and terrifying to fight, feeling no pain and caring not for any injuries sustained.
Nagri:
The Nagri are much like the Unresting, but faster and smarter and fight much like any other man, only with all the trappings of being undead monsters, including a desire for flesh. The Nagri prefer to screech and hollar and cause confusion in the mortal ranks while fighting. Their screeches enough to burst eardrums at time.
Jiang Ji
The Jiang Ji were created as a testrrun for the Nobles, they are immensely powerfull, albeit lacking the Sanguines intellect and cunning. However, like Sanguine Nobles, they can only be killed by a Living Blade.
Sanguine Nobles
The Sanguine Nobles are the court of the Undead emperor and those they have deemed worthy to join their ranks. A Sanguine Noble on his own is a force of seemingly unstoppable evil, capable of inhuman strength, speed and with the power to instill emotions such as fear and lust in humans with a glance. Even with a magical weapon, it is wise to engage them in superior numbers.
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The Living Blade - Inochi no ken
The Inochi no Ken is the term the Najin soul smiths use for the holy weapons that they forge to fight the undead. The act of making a single one of this blade is no small feat. It can only be made by the sacrifice of a willing individuals life and soul. And it may only be wielded by the person closest to that individual. For both parties, the sacrifice is monumental, one has to give their life, and the other will live with a constant reminder of their loved ones fate. Most famous of these blade is the Lone Empress blade; Bich, which carries the soul of her twin sister.
The blades can take many shapes, the aforementioned Bich is a longsword done in the classical southern kingdoms style, while Naito Tahomas weapon is a Trident styled spear. What's important that these blades can cause irreparable destruction and wounds on the otherwise immortal Sanguine Nobles.
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Charachter Creation
Things to remember:
Your weapon can be anything provided its not a gun. A bow and similair, primitive ranged weapons are fine. Try to make it something that is in tune with your charachter, consider who gave their life for it and how it ties in to your charachter. This is a defining aspect of your charachter after all.
Where you are from matters, there is still animosity and old bad blood between many of the factions and the people within said factions as well. Please, not to many "stranded european looking fellas". I will likely just allow one or two.
Name: Self Explanatory
Age:
Origin: Are you from one of the five factions, if so which. Are you from one of those outside of it? Where from
Appearance: Always accompany a picture with a brief description.
Personality: Very quick idea of how your character acts or view the world.
Sacred Weapon: Your Inochi no Ken.
Mundane weapons: Any regular weapon, created out everyday materials.
Equipment:
Background Story:
Character Sheet code:
[b]Name:[/b] Self Explanatory
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Origin:[/b] Are you from one of the five factions, if so which. Are you from one of those outside of it? Where from
[b]Appearance:[/b] Always accompany a picture with a brief description.
[b]Personality:[/b] Very quick idea of how your character acts or view the world.
[b]Sacred Weapon:[/b] Your Inochi no Ken.
[b]Mundane weapons:[/b] Any regular weapon, created out everyday materials.
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Background Story:[/b]
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Is the GM going to provide an actual map?
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Concept numero A: Opium-addicted Dutch Foreign arms dealer. Undecided on what his weapon would be but it would probably have the soul of his son in it.
Concept exhibit 2: a sort of disaffected onmyouji, irritatingly upbeat in the face of what is essentially an apocalypse. This one needs more time in the oven, but I think the weapon will be an odaichi with the soul of his apprentice.
Concept exhibit 2: a sort of disaffected onmyouji, irritatingly upbeat in the face of what is essentially an apocalypse. This one needs more time in the oven, but I think the weapon will be an odaichi with the soul of his apprentice.
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Concept numero A: Opium-addicted Dutch Foreign arms dealer. Undecided on what his weapon would be but it would probably have the soul of his son in it.
Concept exhibit 2: a sort of disaffected onmyouji, irritatingly upbeat in the face of what is essentially an apocalypse. This one needs more time in the oven, but I think the weapon will be an odaichi with the soul of his apprentice.
These are both good ideas!
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Name: Hui Liu
Title(s): Jiangjun (General)
Age: 39
Origin: Taunak Empire, Southern Kingdoms
Appearance:
Hui is slightly above national average height and beneath the armor she is usually in she has a body befitting more a mesomorph. She is toned and sturdy even though her build is more lithe. Her hair is jet black and long, but she keeps it wrapped when she is not on duty or in a bun when she is.
Personality: Her outlook on this new world is somewhat grim, but she is not a cynic. She accepts the reality of the hordes of undead--or in her case, nagaraja--and is grateful to have survived another day when she wakes up in the morning. Her station as one of Taunak’s generals requires her patience, and it is a virtue upon which she has good grasp. Her position also requires her to be stern and compassionate, and she is both in (typically) equal parts.
But she is also prone to anger and frustration comes easy when her plans go awry or people do not listen to her. Attentive to minutia, she desires order and abhors the slightest dissidence. The men in her charge say she has streaks of arrogance and is, deep down, a fool; she finds those men incompetent.
Sacred Weapon: A qiang or ancient chinese spear which possesses the soul of her sister. The long wooden handle is a blood red, the blade part of the spear is an off white.
Mundane weapons: She carries a traditional jian (chinese straight sword) as a secondary weapon.
Equipment: She tends to wear light armor with padding beneath when she is preparing her army for a horde of nagaraja; when she knows there will be tougher enemies about, she wears heavy black scale armor and a helmet.
Background Story: Born to Taunak natives, Hiu grew up in a city of grey fortresses and forts; from her earliest days, she has trained to fight the impending blight whether that menace be the nagaraja or the Jiang Ji. Her mother was a jinzhou or lieutenant in the Twin Empereses’ army and her father was a captain. Cheng, Hui’s younger sister, served as her only true friend as they grew up and trained together.
Hui and her sister were closer than most siblings; they were almost inextricably linked: they finished each other’s sentences, could sometimes predict how the other would start a sentence, and some say they could feel one another’s pain. It was not until they became adults that their paths diverged. Chen became ill from what doctors described as ‘tumors’ and could not join her sister in her fight against the undead or the nagaraja. When word spreads of the miracle ritual in Najin, Hui pleads for an audience with Empress Khiem that she may teach Hui how to save her sister. She does not offer Hui such salvation, but she does show her how to conduct the very same ceremony which Khiem conducted with her own sibling.
Some years pass, and where Hui carries on the fight against the nagaraja--for both her and her sister--and rises through the ranks of the Empress’ army, Cheng’s illness does not improve. Nearing her final days, Hui convinces her sister to conduct the ceremony and completes the soul binding ritual. In her despair, Hui nearly quits her command, but is called into battle once more when new snake-people and more hordes of the undead slowly swarm the enclosed city.
Hui leads her forces against the hordes of snake people and undead and forges a legend for herself within the city walls as a leader and warrior. When Empress Khiem calls for the southern providences’ finest warriors, Hui is one of many to answer the call and she brings with her a few men of her own to aid in the fight.
Title(s): Jiangjun (General)
Age: 39
Origin: Taunak Empire, Southern Kingdoms
Appearance:
Hui is slightly above national average height and beneath the armor she is usually in she has a body befitting more a mesomorph. She is toned and sturdy even though her build is more lithe. Her hair is jet black and long, but she keeps it wrapped when she is not on duty or in a bun when she is.
Personality: Her outlook on this new world is somewhat grim, but she is not a cynic. She accepts the reality of the hordes of undead--or in her case, nagaraja--and is grateful to have survived another day when she wakes up in the morning. Her station as one of Taunak’s generals requires her patience, and it is a virtue upon which she has good grasp. Her position also requires her to be stern and compassionate, and she is both in (typically) equal parts.
But she is also prone to anger and frustration comes easy when her plans go awry or people do not listen to her. Attentive to minutia, she desires order and abhors the slightest dissidence. The men in her charge say she has streaks of arrogance and is, deep down, a fool; she finds those men incompetent.
Sacred Weapon: A qiang or ancient chinese spear which possesses the soul of her sister. The long wooden handle is a blood red, the blade part of the spear is an off white.
Mundane weapons: She carries a traditional jian (chinese straight sword) as a secondary weapon.
Equipment: She tends to wear light armor with padding beneath when she is preparing her army for a horde of nagaraja; when she knows there will be tougher enemies about, she wears heavy black scale armor and a helmet.
Background Story: Born to Taunak natives, Hiu grew up in a city of grey fortresses and forts; from her earliest days, she has trained to fight the impending blight whether that menace be the nagaraja or the Jiang Ji. Her mother was a jinzhou or lieutenant in the Twin Empereses’ army and her father was a captain. Cheng, Hui’s younger sister, served as her only true friend as they grew up and trained together.
Hui and her sister were closer than most siblings; they were almost inextricably linked: they finished each other’s sentences, could sometimes predict how the other would start a sentence, and some say they could feel one another’s pain. It was not until they became adults that their paths diverged. Chen became ill from what doctors described as ‘tumors’ and could not join her sister in her fight against the undead or the nagaraja. When word spreads of the miracle ritual in Najin, Hui pleads for an audience with Empress Khiem that she may teach Hui how to save her sister. She does not offer Hui such salvation, but she does show her how to conduct the very same ceremony which Khiem conducted with her own sibling.
Some years pass, and where Hui carries on the fight against the nagaraja--for both her and her sister--and rises through the ranks of the Empress’ army, Cheng’s illness does not improve. Nearing her final days, Hui convinces her sister to conduct the ceremony and completes the soul binding ritual. In her despair, Hui nearly quits her command, but is called into battle once more when new snake-people and more hordes of the undead slowly swarm the enclosed city.
Hui leads her forces against the hordes of snake people and undead and forges a legend for herself within the city walls as a leader and warrior. When Empress Khiem calls for the southern providences’ finest warriors, Hui is one of many to answer the call and she brings with her a few men of her own to aid in the fight.
Name:Lady Ó Ceallacháin Mikayazi (Her countrymen pronounce it Ca-Ra-Han)
Age: 26
Origin: Her Ancestor is foreign, but she was born in Najin.
Personality: Ever patient, yet undoubtedly rash. Mikayazi has the mindset of a great conqueror and leader, seeing all events as potential things to exploit, even this dastardly undead conquest. She tires from the noble game that is played between the Najin lordly neighbors and as a result has grown very to the direct point in her efforts and conversations, as such she's more likely to challenge you to a martial duel than a bout of words. While you may think otherwise to her frequent unkind words, she does genuinely care for the people around her and will go to great lengths to ensure all those in her current and future rule will live the best lives they possibly can.
Sacred Weapon: Senhai, a gleaming white katana with handle and sheath made from cherry wood, wrapped in dark silk. Etched into the blade is a blooming cherry blossom. Made with the soul of her master, Atama.
Mundane weapons: Carries a bow and has many small knives stashed in her robes. Carries a wakizashi on her back.
Equipment: Wears a very well built piece of light armor all around her body, made with a combination of leather, silk and steel, all under an elegant silk robe.
Age: 26
Origin: Her Ancestor is foreign, but she was born in Najin.
Personality: Ever patient, yet undoubtedly rash. Mikayazi has the mindset of a great conqueror and leader, seeing all events as potential things to exploit, even this dastardly undead conquest. She tires from the noble game that is played between the Najin lordly neighbors and as a result has grown very to the direct point in her efforts and conversations, as such she's more likely to challenge you to a martial duel than a bout of words. While you may think otherwise to her frequent unkind words, she does genuinely care for the people around her and will go to great lengths to ensure all those in her current and future rule will live the best lives they possibly can.
Sacred Weapon: Senhai, a gleaming white katana with handle and sheath made from cherry wood, wrapped in dark silk. Etched into the blade is a blooming cherry blossom. Made with the soul of her master, Atama.
Mundane weapons: Carries a bow and has many small knives stashed in her robes. Carries a wakizashi on her back.
Equipment: Wears a very well built piece of light armor all around her body, made with a combination of leather, silk and steel, all under an elegant silk robe.
Background Centuries ago, as told by an ancient story, a man was found washed out on a Najin beach, his skin pale as snow and his hair red as blood. When found, many claimed he was an oni and should be killed on sight, but the local lord wanted him brought in and questioned. Through the use of a simple translation spell from the court magician, they found that he was a high ranked warrior from a far land and that his ship had sunk at sea from bad weather. He explained his people were fleeing from the rule of a tyrant lord. The current lord thought on the man's words for quite some time, eventually deciding to make this man a Samurai, in return for his knowledge and skill in battle. The story goes on detailing the man's many adventures and quests for his lord, in which he finally retires and starts a family. There are a few stories detailing his many ancestors, once detailing how he managed to seduce his lord's daughter and claim lordship over the domain for his family name.
But those are the stories of my ancestors, let's get started on me. I the first born and only child under Lord and Lady Ceallacháin in the Jikai province of Rajin. I lived like a normal noble and received excellent education and training throughout my life. The only atypical thing was my interest into weapons as a child. It came to a shock to both of my parents when I requested to become the apprentice of one of the local swordsmiths in our town, and while reluctant, they eventually granted me my wish. I became the man's apprentice when I was seven, but didn't touch a hammer until I was around twelve, because of his personal beliefs.
You see, this man wasn't just a master blacksmith. He was a master swordsman, a retired kensai, in fact. You see, Master Atama has the philosophy that a blacksmith shouldn't make any weapon that didn't know how to use. So, as a kid he had me trained with all manner of weapons, and said that until I mastered one of them, I wouldn't be taught how to make it. Determined, I made sure I practiced day and night in my free time, to the great annoyance of my parents. They got quickly tired of tending to my self brought wounds. But in five years, I reached became skilled enough in the katana to where Master Atama finally allowed me to be his apprentice.
Ten long years passed since I was handed my own hammer and I had become a great smith in my own right. I began making quality swords, I was always kept busy due to the war that was raging to the west of our coast. Most of the blacksmith in the country was busy, was always has an unmeetable demand. It was good practice and well, why would I care about a war that didn't involve us? Yeah, I know. If only it was that simple. Of course the undead nobles wouldn't be satisfied with Watai and would look eastword eventually.
It was 4 years ago that the undead invaded our great nation and we seemed powerless to stop them. They destroyed nearly all the western provinces within the first year and marched toward the east coast, it felt like nothing could stop them. My father ordered the construction of giant walls to be built around our province on the east coast, his generals claimed that they could be finished in time, as long as the central provinces held out in time. Luckily for us, such a method would never need to be finished. A wise monk had found the answer to our salvation. A method of creating a weapon that was the bane of all unliving, but at incredible cost. My father, while weary of this cost, so no other solution. After a long discussion with his wife, they both decided that a weapon would be built. Amata forged a sword for my father and within a month, he left the gates of our nation with a great Odachi and a number of his great samurai. I'm told his small army accomplished their mission and that they all fought honorably , they were an integral piece of a great battle, were they have to route a large scour of undead to prevent a flank from being attacked. His body was laid to rest outside our palace and the weapon buried with him.
I had become Lord of Jikai, the tutoring I received as a child had turned out to become a great benefit to my dealings of running my humble coastal province. Though the time I could rule was undoubtedly short. War was still being waged on our island and throughout the world. I heard the call to battle and accepted it whole heartedly. I approached Master Amata and asked him to do the impossible, the old man accepted saying that he was expecting to pass in one of the future winters and as long as I make a masterpiece, he would live forever. In two months, the gleaming Katana Seiha was born. And with a handfull of my Bushi warriors, I road to battle to remove the stain of death from this world forever.
But those are the stories of my ancestors, let's get started on me. I the first born and only child under Lord and Lady Ceallacháin in the Jikai province of Rajin. I lived like a normal noble and received excellent education and training throughout my life. The only atypical thing was my interest into weapons as a child. It came to a shock to both of my parents when I requested to become the apprentice of one of the local swordsmiths in our town, and while reluctant, they eventually granted me my wish. I became the man's apprentice when I was seven, but didn't touch a hammer until I was around twelve, because of his personal beliefs.
You see, this man wasn't just a master blacksmith. He was a master swordsman, a retired kensai, in fact. You see, Master Atama has the philosophy that a blacksmith shouldn't make any weapon that didn't know how to use. So, as a kid he had me trained with all manner of weapons, and said that until I mastered one of them, I wouldn't be taught how to make it. Determined, I made sure I practiced day and night in my free time, to the great annoyance of my parents. They got quickly tired of tending to my self brought wounds. But in five years, I reached became skilled enough in the katana to where Master Atama finally allowed me to be his apprentice.
Ten long years passed since I was handed my own hammer and I had become a great smith in my own right. I began making quality swords, I was always kept busy due to the war that was raging to the west of our coast. Most of the blacksmith in the country was busy, was always has an unmeetable demand. It was good practice and well, why would I care about a war that didn't involve us? Yeah, I know. If only it was that simple. Of course the undead nobles wouldn't be satisfied with Watai and would look eastword eventually.
It was 4 years ago that the undead invaded our great nation and we seemed powerless to stop them. They destroyed nearly all the western provinces within the first year and marched toward the east coast, it felt like nothing could stop them. My father ordered the construction of giant walls to be built around our province on the east coast, his generals claimed that they could be finished in time, as long as the central provinces held out in time. Luckily for us, such a method would never need to be finished. A wise monk had found the answer to our salvation. A method of creating a weapon that was the bane of all unliving, but at incredible cost. My father, while weary of this cost, so no other solution. After a long discussion with his wife, they both decided that a weapon would be built. Amata forged a sword for my father and within a month, he left the gates of our nation with a great Odachi and a number of his great samurai. I'm told his small army accomplished their mission and that they all fought honorably , they were an integral piece of a great battle, were they have to route a large scour of undead to prevent a flank from being attacked. His body was laid to rest outside our palace and the weapon buried with him.
I had become Lord of Jikai, the tutoring I received as a child had turned out to become a great benefit to my dealings of running my humble coastal province. Though the time I could rule was undoubtedly short. War was still being waged on our island and throughout the world. I heard the call to battle and accepted it whole heartedly. I approached Master Amata and asked him to do the impossible, the old man accepted saying that he was expecting to pass in one of the future winters and as long as I make a masterpiece, he would live forever. In two months, the gleaming Katana Seiha was born. And with a handfull of my Bushi warriors, I road to battle to remove the stain of death from this world forever.
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So just a quick clarification, for the living weapons, smiths who can make it are found outside of Nanjin, albiet more rare, right? Additionally do the weapons have to incorporate part of the sacrificed person or anything? Like they dont need to have a human's body part in them. Finally, would it work as well if the person is already on their deathbed when they make the sacrifice? I was thinking of someone who's elderly mentor was struck down and their apprentice has to take up the reigns.
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@redbaron1234The knowledge originates in Naijin. The only soul smiths outside of Naijin are people that were taught by Naito and his disciples. The person cannot be a person who died in battle. The smithing is ceremonial. They give their life in a ritual. A dying person soul would make a weaker weapon. And the deeper the bond, the better the weapon as well.
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Name: Hui Liu
Title(s): Jiangjun (General)
Age: 39
Origin: Taunak Empire, Southern Kingdoms
Appearance:
Hui is slightly above national average height and beneath the armor she is usually in she has a body befitting more a mesomorph. She is toned and sturdy even though her build is more lithe. Her hair is jet black and long, but she keeps it wrapped when she is not on duty or in a bun when she is.
Personality: Her outlook on this new world is somewhat grim, but she is not a cynic. She accepts the reality of the hordes of undead--or in her case, nagaraja--and is grateful to have survived another day when she wakes up in the morning. Her station as one of Taunak’s generals requires her patience, and it is a virtue upon which she has good grasp. Her position also requires her to be stern and compassionate, and she is both in (typically) equal parts.
But she is also prone to anger and frustration comes easy when her plans go awry or people do not listen to her. Attentive to minutia, she desires order and abhors the slightest dissidence. The men in her charge say she has streaks of arrogance and is, deep down, a fool; she finds those men incompetent.
Sacred Weapon: A qiang or ancient chinese spear which possesses the soul of her sister. The long wooden handle is a blood red, the blade part of the spear is an off white.
Mundane weapons: She carries a traditional jian (chinese straight sword) as a secondary weapon.
Equipment: She tends to wear light armor with padding beneath when she is preparing her army for a horde of nagaraja; when she knows there will be tougher enemies about, she wears heavy black scale armor and a helmet.
Background Story: Born to Taunak natives, Hiu grew up in a city of grey fortresses and forts; from her earliest days, she has trained to fight the impending blight whether that menace be the nagaraja or the Jiang Ji. Her mother was a jinzhou or lieutenant in the Twin Empereses’ army and her father was a captain. Cheng, Hui’s younger sister, served as her only true friend as they grew up and trained together.
Hui and her sister were closer than most siblings; they were almost inextricably linked: they finished each other’s sentences, could sometimes predict how the other would start a sentence, and some say they could feel one another’s pain. It was not until they became adults that their paths diverged. Chen became ill from what doctors described as ‘tumors’ and could not join her sister in her fight against the undead or the nagaraja. When word spreads of the miracle ritual in Najin, Hui pleads for an audience with Empress Khiem that she may teach Hui how to save her sister. She does not offer Hui such salvation, but she does show her how to conduct the very same ceremony which Khiem conducted with her own sibling.
Some years pass, and where Hui carries on the fight against the nagaraja--for both her and her sister--and rises through the ranks of the Empress’ army, Cheng’s illness does not improve. Nearing her final days, Hui convinces her sister to conduct the ceremony and completes the soul binding ritual. In her despair, Hui nearly quits her command, but is called into battle once more when new snake-people and more hordes of the undead slowly swarm the enclosed city.
Hui leads her forces against the hordes of snake people and undead and forges a legend for herself within the city walls as a leader and warrior. When Empress Khiem calls for the southern providences’ finest warriors, Hui is one of many to answer the call and she brings with her a few men of her own to aid in the fight.
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Name: Ryon Hyun-Shik
Age: 42
Origin: Hang-Jun, the Fortress.
Appearance:
A tall, burly man whose muscles are borne of years of training and experience. He keeps his medium-length black hair tied up in a bun so as not to obstruct his vision. He has a tendency to shave every so often, but it seems this time around, he has decided against it, causing some minor facial hair to propagate. Behind his friendly expression is the eyes of a man who had seen too much bloodshed, but has elected to continue on his path regardless. His face and body is marred with scars and pockmarks, memories of injuries long-past. His palms are rough and calloused, resembling the hands of an artisan, like a blacksmith or carpenter.
Personality: A friendly, jovial man with just the barest hint of arrogance, forged by a silent pride that had up until recently, remained unbroken. In spite of his rugged appearance, Ryon is remarkably well-learned, especially when it came to arithmetic and geometry. Regardless of his personality, the man has seen more than his fair share of bloodshed. His tactical acumen and years of experience make him an excellent choice for a commander. One notable thing about him is his distinct lack of honor on the battlefield; the way he sees it, the Undead are already at an advantage, so he would readily discard old traditions if it meant leveling the playing field. That being said, his intentions are nevertheless good. He's more inclined to perform ambushes and clandestine attacks if it means preserving the lives of his men.
However, while he easily gets along with men and women of all factions, he seems to have a burning hatred for the Undead. While the same could be said of all soldiers under the Five Faction Concord, his rage is zealous and unyielding. Ryon spares no mercy for those who have rejected their humanity. The same extends to their sympathizers and is only amplified towards the top brass: the Sanguine Nobles.
He fights for two simple reasons. To save Humanity, and to destroy those who have abandoned it.
Sacred Weapon: The Bulg-Eun Yuseong, or Red Meteor. This beast of an arbalest was the result of Ryon's multiple attempts to merge the Zhuge Nu (repeater crossbow) with the Weigong Nu (siege crossbow). The result was a powerful long range weapon capable of piercing lamellar. This weapon could fire five bolts in quick succession before requiring a reload. However, this design was not without flaws. Not only was the weapon immensely heavy and unwieldy, but it was also intricate, requiring constant maintenance, lest it fail on the battlefield. Additionally, while the rate of fire has increased due to the repeater design, the heavier bolts require sturdier casings. Due to the cumbersome cartridges, reloading the Red Meteor takes several moments, making it a gambit to attempt a reload in the middle of battle. Ryon must make every shot count.
Mundane weapons: A ubiquitous steel hwando for close encounters, standard issue for most soldiers. An ornate dagger with precious jade gemstones inset into its handle, a parting gift from a friend. If all goes well, he will not have to use either of these.
Equipment: Ryon's outfit does not deviate too much from a normal guardsman from the Fortress. He is covered in lamellar from head to toe, though his particular outfit is modified with extra straps and pouches to fit his extra gear. Soldiers have likened Ryon to a walking armory. When traveling, it's not uncommon to see his packs laden with armaments. Caltrops, steel wire, primers, grenades, fire bombs, smoke bombs, flash bombs, and the materials to produce more can be easily found with him.
Background Story:
Age: 42
Origin: Hang-Jun, the Fortress.
Appearance:
A tall, burly man whose muscles are borne of years of training and experience. He keeps his medium-length black hair tied up in a bun so as not to obstruct his vision. He has a tendency to shave every so often, but it seems this time around, he has decided against it, causing some minor facial hair to propagate. Behind his friendly expression is the eyes of a man who had seen too much bloodshed, but has elected to continue on his path regardless. His face and body is marred with scars and pockmarks, memories of injuries long-past. His palms are rough and calloused, resembling the hands of an artisan, like a blacksmith or carpenter.
Personality: A friendly, jovial man with just the barest hint of arrogance, forged by a silent pride that had up until recently, remained unbroken. In spite of his rugged appearance, Ryon is remarkably well-learned, especially when it came to arithmetic and geometry. Regardless of his personality, the man has seen more than his fair share of bloodshed. His tactical acumen and years of experience make him an excellent choice for a commander. One notable thing about him is his distinct lack of honor on the battlefield; the way he sees it, the Undead are already at an advantage, so he would readily discard old traditions if it meant leveling the playing field. That being said, his intentions are nevertheless good. He's more inclined to perform ambushes and clandestine attacks if it means preserving the lives of his men.
However, while he easily gets along with men and women of all factions, he seems to have a burning hatred for the Undead. While the same could be said of all soldiers under the Five Faction Concord, his rage is zealous and unyielding. Ryon spares no mercy for those who have rejected their humanity. The same extends to their sympathizers and is only amplified towards the top brass: the Sanguine Nobles.
He fights for two simple reasons. To save Humanity, and to destroy those who have abandoned it.
Sacred Weapon: The Bulg-Eun Yuseong, or Red Meteor. This beast of an arbalest was the result of Ryon's multiple attempts to merge the Zhuge Nu (repeater crossbow) with the Weigong Nu (siege crossbow). The result was a powerful long range weapon capable of piercing lamellar. This weapon could fire five bolts in quick succession before requiring a reload. However, this design was not without flaws. Not only was the weapon immensely heavy and unwieldy, but it was also intricate, requiring constant maintenance, lest it fail on the battlefield. Additionally, while the rate of fire has increased due to the repeater design, the heavier bolts require sturdier casings. Due to the cumbersome cartridges, reloading the Red Meteor takes several moments, making it a gambit to attempt a reload in the middle of battle. Ryon must make every shot count.
Mundane weapons: A ubiquitous steel hwando for close encounters, standard issue for most soldiers. An ornate dagger with precious jade gemstones inset into its handle, a parting gift from a friend. If all goes well, he will not have to use either of these.
Equipment: Ryon's outfit does not deviate too much from a normal guardsman from the Fortress. He is covered in lamellar from head to toe, though his particular outfit is modified with extra straps and pouches to fit his extra gear. Soldiers have likened Ryon to a walking armory. When traveling, it's not uncommon to see his packs laden with armaments. Caltrops, steel wire, primers, grenades, fire bombs, smoke bombs, flash bombs, and the materials to produce more can be easily found with him.
Background Story:
Born in the sprawling metropolis city of Hang-Jun, Ryon was the son of one of the siege engineers that managed, maintained, and developed the various siege engines that stood proudly atop the massive walls of the Fortress. The Hyun-Shik family had created a long and venerable line of engineers and tinkerers, and Ryon would be no different. He was homeschooled for majority of his childhood, before eventually being sent to learn at the academy at the age of eight. There, he met his best friend and rival, Yang Eun-Soo. She was a girl his age with a similar background. Just enough to be relatable, but just enough to competitive. Needless to say, they both took to their competitions with gusto.
First it was a footrace to see who could run the perimeter of the city the quickest. Then it became a wager to see who could get the highest score on the school examinations. Over the years, their rivalry only intensified further. Throughout their lives, they learned about new things, and sought to outdo the other. The discovery of blackpowder proved to be a very volatile one, and naturally, the saw it only as another hurdle to overcome. Who could make the biggest fireworks in the city? The Hyun-Shik/Eun-Soo rivalry was a topic that many could laugh or shake their heads at.
Both Ryon and Yang's hotheadedness was cooled immensely during their adolescent years when the latter had lost several fingers in an accident involving blackpowder. Fingers were something very important to an engineer. A grave setback indeed. Since then, they've calmed down somewhat. Their rivalry became less about execution, and more about ideas. Where the body failed, the mind could substitute. Thus, they turned their talents to aiding the city of Hang-Jun. Everything from the lowly drainage system to the mighty wall defenses. They became rising stars in the engineer community.
But once the Sanguine Fever began to spread, everything had changed.
Production within Hang-Jun quickly shifted to a military-based one. Even more so than before, that is. Workshops and engineers could produce armaments at an alarming rate, but soldiers were needed. In hindsight, one could say that they were taken in by the propaganda, but a part in both of them wished to defend their home. Plus, it would be a chance to see the siege engines they were working on in action. Thus, the two were drafted into the Jinju Army.
Through years of service, the two became experienced in marksmanship. Their rivalry began to show once more, though this time it was to see who could put a bolt through an Unresting from the furthest distance away. In spite of Yang's missing fingers, they managed to be valuable assets in the army, eventually gaining actual military positions. They both reached the rank of lieutenant, the two going their own ways to manage their own squads and battalions. During his command, Ryon began to slowly loathe the Undead more and more, remembering all the lives that have been lost to them.
Over time, it became increasingly clear that the new weapons designed by the engineers were only serving to slow the advance of the stronger Undead. It was as if there was nothing that could slay the Jiang Ji or Sanguine Nobles. Nevertheless, part of the military was mobilized to sally forth and break the Undead forces before they could set up a proper siege camp. The resulting bloodbath was horrific. The ground was muddied by the blood and gore that was left behind. In the end, the sally was successful; the siege was repelled before it began. The cost? Only the lives of thousands of men. If there were to be another victory like that, there would be no returning to Hang-Jun.
However, the Undead were only repelled momentarily. They would return, and everyone knew it. As the battered soldiers steeled themselves for another gruesome siege, a messenger had brought word from neighboring lands. The undead could be stopped.
They only needed weapons.
Although the process was a shock to most, there was no shortage of volunteers. Ryon and Yang were no exception. And thus, Kae Sun-Yung had selected them to come along as well. Ryon and Yang both looked to each other. They could've flipped a coin and be done with it, but where was the fun in that?
They had one last contest. The one who could produce the greatest arbalest design would be the victor. The loser would give their life to make that weapon reality. They both said their goodbyes and made their peace. There was no ill-will or animosity between them. They both knew what needed to be done. Thus, they set out to work one final time.
For three days and three nights, they had toiled. Tirelessly, they planned to see who could come up with the best design. In the end, it was a contest between Ryon's Red Meteor against Yang's Lone Dragon. It was judged before other engineers, and then by each other. After some deliberation, it was clear who was the winner.
Ryon had won, if only by a little bit. His design proved heavier, but more reliable. The two embraced, had a drink, and then said their goodbyes. The Red Meteor was named after Yang's first firework. A blazing comet that streaked across the city's night sky. Now armed with a weapon capable of harming the Sanguine, Ryon set out to fight. For those who had been lost in the war, and so that others may continue to live.
First it was a footrace to see who could run the perimeter of the city the quickest. Then it became a wager to see who could get the highest score on the school examinations. Over the years, their rivalry only intensified further. Throughout their lives, they learned about new things, and sought to outdo the other. The discovery of blackpowder proved to be a very volatile one, and naturally, the saw it only as another hurdle to overcome. Who could make the biggest fireworks in the city? The Hyun-Shik/Eun-Soo rivalry was a topic that many could laugh or shake their heads at.
Both Ryon and Yang's hotheadedness was cooled immensely during their adolescent years when the latter had lost several fingers in an accident involving blackpowder. Fingers were something very important to an engineer. A grave setback indeed. Since then, they've calmed down somewhat. Their rivalry became less about execution, and more about ideas. Where the body failed, the mind could substitute. Thus, they turned their talents to aiding the city of Hang-Jun. Everything from the lowly drainage system to the mighty wall defenses. They became rising stars in the engineer community.
But once the Sanguine Fever began to spread, everything had changed.
Production within Hang-Jun quickly shifted to a military-based one. Even more so than before, that is. Workshops and engineers could produce armaments at an alarming rate, but soldiers were needed. In hindsight, one could say that they were taken in by the propaganda, but a part in both of them wished to defend their home. Plus, it would be a chance to see the siege engines they were working on in action. Thus, the two were drafted into the Jinju Army.
Through years of service, the two became experienced in marksmanship. Their rivalry began to show once more, though this time it was to see who could put a bolt through an Unresting from the furthest distance away. In spite of Yang's missing fingers, they managed to be valuable assets in the army, eventually gaining actual military positions. They both reached the rank of lieutenant, the two going their own ways to manage their own squads and battalions. During his command, Ryon began to slowly loathe the Undead more and more, remembering all the lives that have been lost to them.
Over time, it became increasingly clear that the new weapons designed by the engineers were only serving to slow the advance of the stronger Undead. It was as if there was nothing that could slay the Jiang Ji or Sanguine Nobles. Nevertheless, part of the military was mobilized to sally forth and break the Undead forces before they could set up a proper siege camp. The resulting bloodbath was horrific. The ground was muddied by the blood and gore that was left behind. In the end, the sally was successful; the siege was repelled before it began. The cost? Only the lives of thousands of men. If there were to be another victory like that, there would be no returning to Hang-Jun.
However, the Undead were only repelled momentarily. They would return, and everyone knew it. As the battered soldiers steeled themselves for another gruesome siege, a messenger had brought word from neighboring lands. The undead could be stopped.
They only needed weapons.
Although the process was a shock to most, there was no shortage of volunteers. Ryon and Yang were no exception. And thus, Kae Sun-Yung had selected them to come along as well. Ryon and Yang both looked to each other. They could've flipped a coin and be done with it, but where was the fun in that?
They had one last contest. The one who could produce the greatest arbalest design would be the victor. The loser would give their life to make that weapon reality. They both said their goodbyes and made their peace. There was no ill-will or animosity between them. They both knew what needed to be done. Thus, they set out to work one final time.
For three days and three nights, they had toiled. Tirelessly, they planned to see who could come up with the best design. In the end, it was a contest between Ryon's Red Meteor against Yang's Lone Dragon. It was judged before other engineers, and then by each other. After some deliberation, it was clear who was the winner.
Ryon had won, if only by a little bit. His design proved heavier, but more reliable. The two embraced, had a drink, and then said their goodbyes. The Red Meteor was named after Yang's first firework. A blazing comet that streaked across the city's night sky. Now armed with a weapon capable of harming the Sanguine, Ryon set out to fight. For those who had been lost in the war, and so that others may continue to live.
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@HellisFair enough, I guess that was kind of the idea. Have the mentor be mortally wounded on the battlefield. I do like the idea ofa weak but skilled character though. Ill think on it
Name: Wei Zhihao
Age: 30
Origin: Tau
Appearance:
Wei is a little taller than most others, with a slim but athletic frame of a body. He has long black hair that he keeps the back side up in a bun. His bluish-grey eyes are perhaps his most distinctive physical trait. His body and attire clean, doing his best to keep appearance proper when he can.
Personality: Calm and focused from his years in being taught the mystic arts, he’s the kind of man who will take every step he can in assuring that a course of action or plan will go off as smoothly as possible.
Sacred Weapon: Yǒnggǎn de gē (or Valiant Song), a Jian forged from the soul of the one he considered his brother. The blade itself looking near silver when it catches light. The hilt, yellow in color, bears the design of a dragon on both sides, with the jutted out part looking like its wings.
Mundane weapons: Bow and arrows, a couple of daggers.
Equipment: Various talismans and scrolls of rituals and blessings.
Background Story:
Age: 30
Origin: Tau
Appearance:
Wei is a little taller than most others, with a slim but athletic frame of a body. He has long black hair that he keeps the back side up in a bun. His bluish-grey eyes are perhaps his most distinctive physical trait. His body and attire clean, doing his best to keep appearance proper when he can.
Personality: Calm and focused from his years in being taught the mystic arts, he’s the kind of man who will take every step he can in assuring that a course of action or plan will go off as smoothly as possible.
Sacred Weapon: Yǒnggǎn de gē (or Valiant Song), a Jian forged from the soul of the one he considered his brother. The blade itself looking near silver when it catches light. The hilt, yellow in color, bears the design of a dragon on both sides, with the jutted out part looking like its wings.
Mundane weapons: Bow and arrows, a couple of daggers.
Equipment: Various talismans and scrolls of rituals and blessings.
Background Story:
Wei was but a young boy of 5 when the invasion of the undead began. With his father recruited into a peasant force, he was sent with his mother to the western parts of Tau. Unfortunately, on the journey, his mother fell terribly ill, succumbing to it just after making it into the mystical Alabaster Mountains. Now being an orphaned, he found himself placed with others who had also lost their families in these times. It was also in those early years he would find Xiong, an older boy that he would call his brother.
Upon the turning of his fifteenth year, he and Xiong were both scouted by the institute for training in both the mystic and martial arts. In the years since then, Wei and Xiong pushes themselves in their training and studies, with both of them often being amongst the top of the apprentices there. While Xiong usually fared better in the martial part of the training, Wei was said to have a better understanding and connection with the mystical side of it.
It was not that long ago when the knowledge in making the only weapons known to fight back the undead successfully, the Inochi no ken, was given to those in Tau. Though the price of making one was surprising to hear at first, to those trained at the institute, it made great sense in a way. In order to fight the great darkness that has come to these lands, great sacrifice to combat that was accepted. It didn’t mean that Wei was prepared when Xiong said he was ready to make that sacrifice, asking Wei to be the one to wield him once it was over.
Wei was at first quite hesitant at first about Xiong so ready to give up his life so easily. Xiong’s hand came up and grasped Wei’s shoulder, telling him it was alright. That as his older brother, he was always ready to help and protect Wei with his life if needed. And now was that time. The will acknowledged, Wei had one final meal with his brother, before he found himself leaving the grounds that evening with the newly forged Jian, Yǒnggǎn de gē, at his side.
He spent the next several years training day in and day out with the blade in the morning, his mystical studies around noon, and archery in the evening when he had a spare moment. And when he was chosen to be sent out as a representative of Tau by their leader, he was ready to begin the long task of taking back the lands he had long ago known as home.
Upon the turning of his fifteenth year, he and Xiong were both scouted by the institute for training in both the mystic and martial arts. In the years since then, Wei and Xiong pushes themselves in their training and studies, with both of them often being amongst the top of the apprentices there. While Xiong usually fared better in the martial part of the training, Wei was said to have a better understanding and connection with the mystical side of it.
It was not that long ago when the knowledge in making the only weapons known to fight back the undead successfully, the Inochi no ken, was given to those in Tau. Though the price of making one was surprising to hear at first, to those trained at the institute, it made great sense in a way. In order to fight the great darkness that has come to these lands, great sacrifice to combat that was accepted. It didn’t mean that Wei was prepared when Xiong said he was ready to make that sacrifice, asking Wei to be the one to wield him once it was over.
Wei was at first quite hesitant at first about Xiong so ready to give up his life so easily. Xiong’s hand came up and grasped Wei’s shoulder, telling him it was alright. That as his older brother, he was always ready to help and protect Wei with his life if needed. And now was that time. The will acknowledged, Wei had one final meal with his brother, before he found himself leaving the grounds that evening with the newly forged Jian, Yǒnggǎn de gē, at his side.
He spent the next several years training day in and day out with the blade in the morning, his mystical studies around noon, and archery in the evening when he had a spare moment. And when he was chosen to be sent out as a representative of Tau by their leader, he was ready to begin the long task of taking back the lands he had long ago known as home.
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Name: Wei Zhihao
Age: 30
Origin: Tau
Appearance:
Wei is a little taller than most others, with a slim but athletic frame of a body. He has long black hair that he keeps the back side up in a bun. His bluish-grey eyes are perhaps his most distinctive physical trait. His body and attire clean, doing his best to keep appearance proper when he can.
Personality: Calm and focused from his years in being taught the mystic arts, he’s the kind of man who will take every step he can in assuring that a course of action or plan will go off as smoothly as possible.
Sacred Weapon: Yǒnggǎn de gē (or Valiant Song), a Jian forged from the soul of the one he considered his brother. The blade itself looking near silver when it catches light. The hilt, yellow in color, bears the design of a dragon on both sides, with the jutted out part looking like its wings.
Mundane weapons: Bow and arrows, a couple of daggers.
Equipment: Various talismans and scrolls of rituals and blessings.
Background Story:Wei was but a young boy of 5 when the invasion of the undead began. With his father recruited into a peasant force, he was sent with his mother to the western parts of Tau. Unfortunately, on the journey, his mother fell terribly ill, succumbing to it just after making it into the mystical Alabaster Mountains. Now being an orphaned, he found himself placed with others who had also lost their families in these times. It was also in those early years he would find Xiong, an older boy that he would call his brother.
Upon the turning of his fifteenth year, he and Xiong were both scouted by the institute for training in both the mystic and martial arts. In the years since then, Wei and Xiong pushes themselves in their training and studies, with both of them often being amongst the top of the apprentices there. While Xiong usually fared better in the martial part of the training, Wei was said to have a better understanding and connection with the mystical side of it.
It was not that long ago when the knowledge in making the only weapons known to fight back the undead successfully, the Inochi no ken, was given to those in Tau. Though the price of making one was surprising to hear at first, to those trained at the institute, it made great sense in a way. In order to fight the great darkness that has come to these lands, great sacrifice to combat that was accepted. It didn’t mean that Wei was prepared when Xiong said he was ready to make that sacrifice, asking Wei to be the one to wield him once it was over.
Wei was at first quite hesitant at first about Xiong so ready to give up his life so easily. Xiong’s hand came up and grasped Wei’s shoulder, telling him it was alright. That as his older brother, he was always ready to help and protect Wei with his life if needed. And now was that time. The will acknowledged, Wei had one final meal with his brother, before he found himself leaving the grounds that evening with the newly forged Jian, Yǒnggǎn de gē, at his side.
He spent the next several years training day in and day out with the blade in the morning, his mystical studies around noon, and archery in the evening when he had a spare moment. And when he was chosen to be sent out as a representative of Tau by their leader, he was ready to begin the long task of taking back the lands he had long ago known as home.
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