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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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Yobo.... your name and avvi look familiar....
Color me interested for a Demon or Two...
Y!! *hugs*
The 'In and Out' kind of cardio?
Name:
Li Long Yuanjia
Age:
40
Ring:
Business
Job/Position:
Deputy Mountain Master of the Triads
Weapons:
Wushu Rope Dart. hidden inside the sleeve of his right arm, the rope wrapped his forearm, the dart slipped inside a small slip in his sleeve.
Two swords, craftily hidden inside a steel walking cane.
History:
Born in Shanghai in the height of WW1. Despite this, he was comparatively sheltered from any of the outside world, tutored personally and taught in the ways of his father, a man of long-standing and proud name in China. As the flames of war drew ever closer to their home, the father, seeking to place honor and dignity to their name should anything happen to him, had the young Yuanjia placed under the care of some monks in a Shaolin temple. Raised as a monk, with little to no outside contact, the principles of honor, justice and strength of character were deeply ingrained into his mind. While adhering to these principles, he was no fool, and knew that very few in the current world actually followed these rules.
At the age of 25, his father saw the rising tide of the Japanese invasion, along with the growth of the Communist Party, and he decided that it was no longer safe for him or his family in China. He recalled Yuanjia and they moved to Taiwan, from which the young man was sent to England to Study in Princeton.
During the time of his studies, his father sold everything that they had in Taiwan and China and moved to the United States. When the Yuanjia finished his studies in Languages, Business and Law, he was called to join his father in Los Angeles, where he had quickly become something of a figurehead for all of their countrymen that had fled to escape the Japanese invasion. The man was a shrewd investor, and found his fortune investing in the rapidly growing town of Las Vegas, with its Casinos, Hotels, and less than reputable women, calling in many of his countrymen to serve as cheap labor. By the time that the young monk joined his father in the country, the father was a kingpin of the city, and one of the most powerful men in the Western half of the country. Quickly using his degrees and skills learned in both the Monastery and Princeton, being placed as second in command of his father's syndicate was not a hard decision to make, as all of his younger brothers were now following in his footsteps and going to college, although most in the United States.
Mr. Li's father was a man of ambition, and he saw the country that he was currently in as always having more and more room to grow and improve, he summoned the Triads from his hometown to work for him and his son, a group of violent and gruesome, but eternally loyal thugs who would grow to become the muscle of their syndicate, and the name for which they would be known. With these men at his side, he decided that it was time to expand to the East Coast as well, making inroads with the DeMarco family that seemed to have the place in a stranglehold. They held the power there, and it wasn't unlike Mr. Li to make allies where he needed them, so, after arranging for a meet with the Don, the head of the criminal family, but being too old to travel much these days, his son was sent in his place.
Li Long Yuanjia
Age:
40
Ring:
Business
Job/Position:
Deputy Mountain Master of the Triads
Weapons:
Wushu Rope Dart. hidden inside the sleeve of his right arm, the rope wrapped his forearm, the dart slipped inside a small slip in his sleeve.
Two swords, craftily hidden inside a steel walking cane.
History:
Born in Shanghai in the height of WW1. Despite this, he was comparatively sheltered from any of the outside world, tutored personally and taught in the ways of his father, a man of long-standing and proud name in China. As the flames of war drew ever closer to their home, the father, seeking to place honor and dignity to their name should anything happen to him, had the young Yuanjia placed under the care of some monks in a Shaolin temple. Raised as a monk, with little to no outside contact, the principles of honor, justice and strength of character were deeply ingrained into his mind. While adhering to these principles, he was no fool, and knew that very few in the current world actually followed these rules.
At the age of 25, his father saw the rising tide of the Japanese invasion, along with the growth of the Communist Party, and he decided that it was no longer safe for him or his family in China. He recalled Yuanjia and they moved to Taiwan, from which the young man was sent to England to Study in Princeton.
During the time of his studies, his father sold everything that they had in Taiwan and China and moved to the United States. When the Yuanjia finished his studies in Languages, Business and Law, he was called to join his father in Los Angeles, where he had quickly become something of a figurehead for all of their countrymen that had fled to escape the Japanese invasion. The man was a shrewd investor, and found his fortune investing in the rapidly growing town of Las Vegas, with its Casinos, Hotels, and less than reputable women, calling in many of his countrymen to serve as cheap labor. By the time that the young monk joined his father in the country, the father was a kingpin of the city, and one of the most powerful men in the Western half of the country. Quickly using his degrees and skills learned in both the Monastery and Princeton, being placed as second in command of his father's syndicate was not a hard decision to make, as all of his younger brothers were now following in his footsteps and going to college, although most in the United States.
Mr. Li's father was a man of ambition, and he saw the country that he was currently in as always having more and more room to grow and improve, he summoned the Triads from his hometown to work for him and his son, a group of violent and gruesome, but eternally loyal thugs who would grow to become the muscle of their syndicate, and the name for which they would be known. With these men at his side, he decided that it was time to expand to the East Coast as well, making inroads with the DeMarco family that seemed to have the place in a stranglehold. They held the power there, and it wasn't unlike Mr. Li to make allies where he needed them, so, after arranging for a meet with the Don, the head of the criminal family, but being too old to travel much these days, his son was sent in his place.
Jonathan - Hunter
He looked up as the king entered the room, his bulk moving over the floor ponderously, many chins showing underneath his own. The man had once been one of considerable muscle, he could tell. Stories had been told, but the way that the fat was draped across his frame told of once a mighty and stoic fighter, maybe even with such fanciful notions as honor and love in his mind as he rode out to combat what he saw as evil. But, as always, power, riches and comforts came at a price. Thankfully, the price had been his health and not the corruption of his soul, which Jonathan would have found considerably more likely, given the circumstances. He wasn't here to recover any bloody cup, despite what they might have thought. He had heard of it in the soft night whispers of his mother during his time alone in the forest, how great it was, how deep was its meaning. He was almost happy that she held it now. He knew that his mother would never take him back, not with his power so deeply... marred. He was here to show them the paths of the darkness, how to beat it, how to fight fire with fire, as the analogy went.
His eyes flickered lightly on the young woman as she spoke to the king. Her easy manner with the king and the way that he greeted her told him that she was more than just any other hunter. It was a bad thing, he thought. Rich people had a tendency to think that they were somehow better than their fellow man, and thus had little or nothing to learn from them. She was a warrior, not a hunter. She had no knowledge of the shadows, and wouldn't learn what he had to teach. If he had money on it, he would bet that she would be among the first to fall, either killed or, as she proposed, fallen to the pleasures of the Shade, pleasures that he was only too familiar with.
Hearing her question was irritating enough, but the kings answer drew a low, deep growl from his throat. He stood at his full height, covering his body entirely except his face, whose mask was lifted to show his sickly-pale skin, and his icy blue eyes," What does my lord the king know of darkness?" His voice boomed through the chamber, demanding attention," Or you... Evangelina, was it? What do any of you know of the tantalizing pleasures of its presence? What do you know, my king, of how we will be tested? Have you been tested as we will?" He stepped forward, keeping his face in the shadows," Have you, young princess? What do you know of the dangers we face? We do not fight the decadent and dying creatures that The Mother spawns, the mindless beasts that are all too easy to cut down. We fight her children. Her finest. Those most powerful as imbued by the power the Shade.The cream of the proverbial crop, as it were, and that, my friends, is not something you are prepared to face, or my eyes greatly deceive me," He moved back into his corner again, having said his piece and content to leave them to think on his words as he sipped his cup of mead.
He looked up as the king entered the room, his bulk moving over the floor ponderously, many chins showing underneath his own. The man had once been one of considerable muscle, he could tell. Stories had been told, but the way that the fat was draped across his frame told of once a mighty and stoic fighter, maybe even with such fanciful notions as honor and love in his mind as he rode out to combat what he saw as evil. But, as always, power, riches and comforts came at a price. Thankfully, the price had been his health and not the corruption of his soul, which Jonathan would have found considerably more likely, given the circumstances. He wasn't here to recover any bloody cup, despite what they might have thought. He had heard of it in the soft night whispers of his mother during his time alone in the forest, how great it was, how deep was its meaning. He was almost happy that she held it now. He knew that his mother would never take him back, not with his power so deeply... marred. He was here to show them the paths of the darkness, how to beat it, how to fight fire with fire, as the analogy went.
His eyes flickered lightly on the young woman as she spoke to the king. Her easy manner with the king and the way that he greeted her told him that she was more than just any other hunter. It was a bad thing, he thought. Rich people had a tendency to think that they were somehow better than their fellow man, and thus had little or nothing to learn from them. She was a warrior, not a hunter. She had no knowledge of the shadows, and wouldn't learn what he had to teach. If he had money on it, he would bet that she would be among the first to fall, either killed or, as she proposed, fallen to the pleasures of the Shade, pleasures that he was only too familiar with.
Hearing her question was irritating enough, but the kings answer drew a low, deep growl from his throat. He stood at his full height, covering his body entirely except his face, whose mask was lifted to show his sickly-pale skin, and his icy blue eyes," What does my lord the king know of darkness?" His voice boomed through the chamber, demanding attention," Or you... Evangelina, was it? What do any of you know of the tantalizing pleasures of its presence? What do you know, my king, of how we will be tested? Have you been tested as we will?" He stepped forward, keeping his face in the shadows," Have you, young princess? What do you know of the dangers we face? We do not fight the decadent and dying creatures that The Mother spawns, the mindless beasts that are all too easy to cut down. We fight her children. Her finest. Those most powerful as imbued by the power the Shade.The cream of the proverbial crop, as it were, and that, my friends, is not something you are prepared to face, or my eyes greatly deceive me," He moved back into his corner again, having said his piece and content to leave them to think on his words as he sipped his cup of mead.
Nice Avatar, Cara :)
I don't understand why Brazil is in the winter Olympics
Bad rock. Why have you been hiding the lovely Bella?*hugs* Great to see you again!
Aye, the Swords of Night and Day... White Wolf was a better book, in my opinion, but the cover for this one was more awesome...*grins*
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