Hellis

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

@PsyKick

Accepted

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

Ngô sat cross legged by the low table the servants had just finished setting up. To her right, the ever impressive Iron Hero of the Batuhuan people, Ganbaatar. He looked intensely at the map before him, running his fingers through his hair every so often. Ngô had come to know this man's personal ticks and various peculiarities well in the past months. The man was a warrior, a wild man of the steppes, adept at the bow and able to ride any beast he put the saddle on. Ganbataar had not asked to be Khan, but he had taken to the task with admirable skill and leadership.

“We cannot afford to stretch our forces thin.” The voice came from the old monk and Naijin de facto leader. Naito sat in the white and yellow robes of his order, no regalia or sign of command on his person. He didn’t need it. He was the only reason all of these ancient enemies were sitting down, discussing among each other like equals.

“I agree.” The old, raspy voice of the Tau representative. Her appearance placed her in her early forties, but her voice was strange and raspy, and their eyes were deep pools of ancient wisdom. Her body swept in silks to the point only her face showed, she pointed to the map. Her finger pointing onto the Anihara Harbor.

“We must first secure Naijins harbors.. The young lady Amatsuna have provided us with boats enabling a co-ordinated land and naval assault on the city of Karaju. Her clan are still the best boat makers on all of the island, this much is certain.“

“Before that, We have to make sure they do not pass the desert into the last of Batuha. If they overtake my people, no invasion will stand a chance. My warrirors are capable of great deads, but they cannot fight to their fullest when Nangs undead hordes simply burn the field and steppes we ride on. Food is already scarce beyond the dessert reaches. “

Ngo considered it for a minute. Then she spoke out, her voice clear and stable, full of authority and years of corralling warring nations into a functional alliance. “The Souther Kingdom is dealing with the Rajah, more so then the Nang at the moment. All of this is futile without Najins harbors. TO strike at the at heart of the Nang, these isles need to become our unassailable stronghold. Lady Jaou, you said that the man responsible for the Naijin invasion is resting in the port city of Karaju, correct?”

“Indeed. “ Lady Jaou nodded, folding her hands in her lap and smiling knowingly at Ngo. “Bei Lao has retreated to the heavily fortified town of Karaju, to await his allies for a reinvigorated assault on Najin.”

“Then we must first strike at him, for Naijins safety is paramount at this time. “ Naito spoke, pointing to the map. “First, we strike at the Commanders resting place. We take Karaju. Then, we use the boats we have available to sail to the northern most Nang Shores, where we willl assault the Undead from the coast, while the forces of Ganbataar assault form the north. We link up at the City of Timagir, it shall be our foothold in the northern provinces.

There was a moment of silence. Then Ganbataar nodded. “I accept this plan. Does the representive of Hang-Jun have anything to provide?” He looked to the old man who untill now had remained mostly silent and seemingly in deep thought. He looked to the other four and shook his head.

“The Fortress will hold as long as Ngo and her allies provide us with provisions and materials for the war effort.” He nodded to Ngo. “I to, approve of this plan of action. First, we free Naijin from its would be conquerer. Then we relieve our allies in the north.”

The five each nodded, and silently finished their tea in deep thou.

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Five days later.

Just outside Karaju harbor

The boat swayed in the heavy, roiling waves, thunder crashing across the sky above them. The rain clinged to every surface like a angry, jilted lover. Each footstep was a perilous challenge for the crew and its passengers as the deck was slick with water.

“Hold it steady!” The voice of a young woman cut over the crashing waves. “I will throw you overboard myself if you cannot keep up. Maybe Raijin will go easy on us then!!” Aiko bellowed to her men and women, who all worked tirelessly to keep the ship steered right. In the mist, the city began to slowly come in sight. No lights, no markers to guide weary ship crews into a safe harbor. Just the dull, damaged wood of a neglected harbor. Aika produced the Rajahn spyglass she had been gifted for this mission specifically. And what she saw made her swear under her breath. Swinging in the wind, was hundreds of hanging corpses, all along the sea wall. Live, writhing corpse. Reanimated with foul magic. And a formidable warning system. They would not be able to sneak their ships into harbor even for a brief surprise. She sighed, put the peculiar invention away and went over to her first mate and second charge. A young man named Raito.

“Signal the ships. We are not going in unseen. Everyone needs to be ready to spill out onto the docks the second we reach them. This will get real ugly.” She grabbed her helmet, with its Amatsuna crest. As she slipped it on, she let her hands rest on the hilts of her blades as they drifted between the sea walls, large formation of rocks and logs put in place to make sea sieges like this more difficult. At first, she thought maybe the mist let them pass. But then, the first scream pierced her ears, and then another. Soon the screeching clawing, having corpses let the night know that blood was about to flow.

“EVERYONE TO DECK! EVERYONE READY!” She yelled as the ship picked up speed. Tau and Hang-Jun soldiers took up the front, their shields a thing Naijin never really employed in battle. Soon after, their shields were battered by arrows as the undead poured out towards the dock, the archers shooting with little aim and precision in mind. But without having to worry about growing tired, they could empty their quivers at a impressive rate.

“HOLD!” She she screamed, “Hold dammit” She saw one of her crew, a young woman who been with her for at least a year, take an arrow to the face and go down like a sack of potatoes. An arrow graced her left cheek but she did not flinch. She felt the shock of the ship hitting the docks with force and the screamed out in bloodcurdling fury.

“FOR NAIJIN! FOR THE LIVING!” The Ships let their ramps down as the men and women of the five accord rushed out to meat the enemy that occupied the city. At the same time, a large crashing sound was heard from the northern gate of the city, as the land based force did theri thing.

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The North Gate, Moments earlier.

The North Gate stood before them. And Bartan considered his options. At his back, he had 50 of his best men, people who had followed him since they were youngins. Steppe Warriors of a people who had managed to take even the great city of Jang from the Nang Dynasty before the sanguine fever. Now, they were in leu with their old enemies, and had allies with knowledge and technology none of his forebears had ever been able to imagine. His large cleaver like saber shone in the night, his sons soul roiling inside the metal blade. One of the men from the fortress city of Hang-Jun rolled a large, heavy contraption of iron and wood up towards the gate. He bit his lip, motioning for his men to slowly inch forward, keeping a low profile. Not that it would matter as the engineers lit a wick on the large contraption and ran away past him.

There was a moment, then the wick seemed to slowly die in the rain. He cursed, about to order his men back as he approached it. Then the wick lit back up as if it had a second thought. The explosion made his ears ring and to his great surprise, the gate went with it. Heavy oaken doors, mean to withstand consistent besieging, splintered inward. He heard a roar from the city, as the boats on the other side made landfall. Intent on not letting them get all the glory, He charged the broken up gate even as undead began to pour out. And behind him, he heard similar calls to action by the other commanders and their warriors. His blade cleaved the skull of a half rotten skeletal warrior as his shield shoved another aside. He saw his compatriots wade into battle, striking down the unruly and scattered undead. So far so good. These even those without a holy weapon could put down. The real challenge was further in.

EVent:
FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE

Naval landing: You have been shipped into the harbor as part of the two pronged attack. Your enemy is mainly the unliving hordes of the city. Many which are unarmed and civilian corpses meant to bog you down while archers take potshots at you. Watch your head and make it up the hill and stairs leading into the city proper!

Main Assault: The Main Bulk of the forces are holding the northern gate. Heavily armed undead are trying to keep you from pushing into the city. Making it through the gate will be a slog, but if we are to keep the evil from escaping, we must persevere!

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

Chapter One: No honor among the dead.

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

Name: Wei Zhihao
Age: 30
Origin: Tau
Appearance:

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:

Backstory

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.

@Spectral

Accepted

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

@Hawthorne

Accepted

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

@DaBombAccepted

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

Hui Liu

Name: Hui Liu
Title(s): Jiangjun (General)
Age: 39
Origin: Taunak Empire, Southern Kingdoms

Appearance:

Hui Liu

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.

@Afro Samurai

accepted

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

@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.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Ben

Ben “Rock-N-Rolla” Kaiser

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⦋ 25 || England || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Tall with his 6’2, Bens gives a lanky impression rather then imposing. While he certeinly strong and built. its slender and he does’t have the dicipline to maintain the kind of body you expect on a martial artist. He dresses in a metal studded black leather jackets, a red cape with “The King is Dead” lettered over it. HIs hair is dyed a toxic green, his skin pale and he wears a eye patch to cover his left eye as it reveals he isn’t human.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Short Tempered
Violent
Easily Provoked
Loyal
Goal Driven
Stubborn

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Ben is a vampire. That part usually is enough for people to book it and leave the town when they see him. Bens story is one of betrayal of the worst kind, and his struggle has all but consumed his life. Born in Liverpool, his father seemed like a ordinary if absent man of the house. He worked and made good money but only ever seemed at home at late hours. Unbeknownst to Ben, his father was not simply working long hours.

Bens family seemed reasonably off at first, his father working a rather high paying job while his mother, who Ben believed to be sick with a rare blood disease worked from home as a seamstress. However, the sickness rapidly grew worse and the family began to break apart however when his mother sickness worsened.

Alfred Kaiser was a newly minted member of the Crimson Eyes Coven, a very violent and sadistic group of vampires. He had been a servant of its leader for quite some time, and had helped them infiltrate human society for a number of years. His reward had been the crimson curse of vampirism.

As his father became more distant and worked longer hours and claimed to make up for the loss of income, while Ben watched his mother waste away. That is, until he woke to a horrifying scream in the middle of the night. Rushing to his mothers bedroom, he found his father leaned over her, eyes gleaming red. His teeth dripping blood. That was when realization hit the young teenage Ben.

Terrified, Ben ran and never looked back. Becoming a vagrant on the streets of England's many cities, he ran from his Father and his cronies as it appeared the Coven had plans for him. His mother had been a long been a blood doll for his father in hope of shielding her son from being turned. Ben leaving was her death sentence, but she died with a defiant smile on her lips, burning the house down with her and severely injuring Bens father.

Ben honed his fighting skills in back alleys and underground fighting arenas. He proved himself to be a quick study, and while he ended up adorned with many a battle scar, he became an apt boxer and fantastic wrestler. His brawling prowess lent him fame however, and due to this fame, his past would catch up to him. It happaned when he finally dared revisiting the ruins of his family home. Upon visiting the site, he was attacked by two vampires sent by his father. He was overpowered, being but a human. But apperently, the order was to turn him. But with newfound vampiric strength, he became more then a match and succeeded in dispatching his would be masters.

Now he is looking for his father and a way to get rid of the Vampires Curse.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Ben's fighting style relies entirely on grappling and counters. His power set relies around disorienting the opponent with dazzling speed, brutal take downs and flashy throws. He refer to it as "Slayer Grappling"
His movements are quick and violent, opting to generally go low and dodge roll when possible. Similar to a greco roman wreslter, when fighting he is squatting and shooting for the knees.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Rock-N-Kill: His primary move is the Rock-N-Kill which propels him forward in a dash that ends in a roll. If the roll-in hits or get close enough, he grabs the opponent by the leg and wrestles tosses them up on his shoulders. This is his main set up for most of his moves.

■ PunkBusta: (Only when Grappled from Rock-N-Kill or Kobain Clutch) When The enemy is secured on his shoulders or in the Kobain clutch, Ben lauches the enemy up in the air and smashes them down face first by grabbing their ankles mid air and using his ki-boosted strength to ragdoll them.

■ Rollin Clasha. Usually used the second Rock-N-Kill Connects, he simply grabs them over his shoulder and makes a high air forward flip slamming the enemy to the ground.

■ Union Jack Smack: A simple, step in palm strike that is capable of sending a guy flying.

■ Kobain Clutch: The Kobain Clutch a is running Kick that turns into a hold. The kick itself is a running one leg dropkick (also known as a shotgun kick). But the second it hits he tucks his legs and lands on the opponent, rolling with them and tosses them up on his shoulders.

■ Mindless Self Punishment/High Variant: One of his Staple Moves. Stepping in under High Attacks he sweeps the legs and pick them up for a old fashioned judo throw over the shoulder.

■ Mindless Self Punishment/Low Variant: Reversal for lowattacks is a little different in that he steps back, grabs their leg or arm and pull them into the throw that way instead.

SUPER MOVES

■ Punch-N-Roses

A reversal that if timed, delivers a massive flurry of ki enhanced blows to the opponent's face. When the opponent kick or Punch, he’ll find that Ben sways out of the way in the last minute before delivering a massive, highspeed punch that is bound to send them flying.

■ Nirvana Kick

A more powerful variant of the Shotgun Kick from Kobain clutch, only this time the kick doesn’t turn into a roll but stomp. As soon as the enemy's face is stomped into the ground, Bens heel explode with hidden shotgun shell.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Combat Weakness:
He lacks any sort of distance attacks, meaning if you can keep him at range you can beat him pretty handily. He is also a raging alcoholic and shortsighted, easily provoked into doing things detrimental to his own well being. Ben is also technically a vampire. The curse has no fully bloomed due to his refusal to drink human blood and having killed his "Sire" before the turning was fully realized. This makes him weakened in direct sunlight some, and weak to anything holy and blessed.

OTHER

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His father, Alfred, has put a price on his sons head due to Bens refusal to bend to his will now that he is a vampire.

Taiko

Takio Berg

⦋ 22 || Japan || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

APPEARANCE

5’8 doesn make for the most imposing figure, and his effeminate futures makes him downright androgynous. The young man doesnt mind the fact that other find him overly flamboyant, he quite enjoys flaunting his sleek, musculuar physique, wearing only a small vest and pants cut off at the knees. He also wears a form of scaled down kabuki paint.

PERSONALITY TRAITS
Cocky,
arrogant
Lecherous
Quick Witted
Violent
Agressive

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Born in Stockholm Sweden to a Japanese mother, he never fully felt at home in sweden. Despite being a melting pot, Stockholm never really agreed with him as a person. He had a hard time fitting in with the others and fell into bad company. After he got busted breaking into a car, his mother sent him to live with his grand parents.

Turned out his Grand Parents were pretty peculiar. In fact, apparently his Grandmother was a the leader of a sect of demon hunters called the “Radiant Eye”. Ben, finding this to be just what he had always missed in life, threw himself at the chance to fulfill his “Destiny”. However, he was a thug, a arrogant, cocky, undisciplined child. And his Grand Parents teachings were long and complicated. It didn’t sit well with him who only wanted to become a badass hunter.

And, Such did the dice fall, that he would get his chance. When a couple of demons arrived at the family doorstep, intent of taking down his Grandmother who they called the “Bushi-Ona”, Takio was desperate to help. Having already picked the lock to the armory many times before, he lay his hands on a very strange variant of the Kusarigama. The weapon seemed to draw him in. The Chain weapon he found, was unwieldy but powerful. He managed to clobber and tangle one of the demons while his Grandmother dispatched the other one.

However, she was furious that he had broken in and stolen a weapon for himself. Especially since the weapon, that had an axe instead of a sickle, was a sacred weapons that bound itself to the wielders soul. She had no choice but to train the kid properly now.

The last 5 years, he has been non-stop practicing, completely consumed by the task of getting stronger. That is, until the Nomads show up in Japan.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

FIGHTING STYLE
Takai’s fighting style is all about distance and overwhelming the opponent. His axe allows him to cut and chop if people get to close, but his main techniques all hinge on the use of his massive reach. The Style itself is simple referred to as Chēn no arashi or Chain Storm. Its a fluid and fast style, with many sweeping, violent swings, the pendulum of the chains making it so that he is always moving. In a way, its like a dances, his position always shifting with every pass of the chain overhead or at his side. When ever he channels his ki, the chain glows a dark blue.

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SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Kaze: Thee bread and butter of his moves is a simple upwards swing with chain that loops around into a six sweep combo alternating direction as he swings it around. Very usefully to create distance. Also sets up for other moves.

■ Kurai Kaze.
“The Dark Wind” is a follow up attack that that smashes downwards at a hard to dodge angle, if hit, the weight on the end of the chain wraps around whatever limb it hit. It drains the opponent of strength VERY slowly.

■ Sukurīmingu-fū: Chanelling ki trough the chains, they spin so fast it produces slashing winds that cut flesh. Four projectiles in a row that he can be spread out about 20 degrees with each swing.

■ Kōtai suīpu Swinging the chain around quickly skipping nad dashing backwards, it is his primary tool of disengage

■ Tetsu no hebi Channeling ki trough the chain, he tosses the weight forward like a snake winding up and striking. It if hits, it stuns the enemy briefly.

■ Berserker Bash A very simple, ki channeling chop with the axe part of the weapon. If hit, the blade soaks some of the blood in.

■ Hagane no kaze Swinging it around him at blistering speed while channeling ki trough the chains, he can deflect many basic projectiles.

SUPER MOVES

■ Amanokaze
Swirling he schain gracefully in large half circles, as he does he slowly heals damage he has taken while dealing a fair bit of damage to anyone who gets within his reach.
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■ Tashika ni Kuro: Gahenna no Kaze (Can only be used if the weapon has “Fed” enough from Berserker Bash or Kurai Kaze.) Takio starts to swing the axe part of his weapon around his head in a small circle at first that the grow as he uses it with the chain rather then the weight. Black flames appear all around him before he starts spinning and moving, creating a large area of spinning, fiery chain. Deals massive damaage to anyone hit and knocks them away.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS
Combat Weakness:
While his range is great, he suffers from reliable close combat offence. Also, every attack has a fair amount of of windup and long chains can only travel in so many angles and directions.

OTHER

The weapon isn't sentient, but it does influence him to become more vicious in combat.

Kravann

Kravann

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⦋ 28 || Cambodia || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

At his 5'9, he is considered tall for someone of Cambodian descent. HIs build is sleak and powerfull, honed by a life of life and death battles. His skin copper brown skin is covered with scars and draped in a modified monk robe, cut open in the front. Underneath he wears a mesh shirt of sort. His arms and legs are wrapped in cloth at all times. His dark, brown eyes have a sense of impending violence behind the brown hues. His grin is unpleasant and cold, his mannerism crisp yet seemingly artificially constrained.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Driven
Ambitious
Ruthless
Perfectionist
Violent
Cold
Relentless

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Deep within the Cambodian jungles there is a small, almost forgotten to the world monastery. Here, a sect of violent outcast monks in a twisted, hidden society. The Phlauv Banlea or Thorned Path. They believed in one thing and one thing only: The Path of Perfection through violence and pain. The Phluav Banlea was long considered nothing more than a myth, especially since the Red Khemer had already taken its place in history as Cambodias darkest stretch of history. All the while, the reclusive monks kept hidden, only venturing out when one of their disciples set out to attain something for them.

It was to this monastery, a martial art prodigy by the name of Kravann travelled. Kravann is a martial arts prodigy, the kind that only see the light of day every decade or so. He grew up in a small fishing village, where Martial arts was as much a way to meditate as it was to defend itself. Here he learned Bokator, a Khemer style similar to kickboxing. At the age of 9 he began to sparring with the older kids and by the age of 11 he was sparring with the teens. By the age of 12 he had his first real match against a boy from the local gym. The match ended in a quick victory as Kravann toekicked the other boy so hard and so accurately in the solar plexus, that the boy had be hospitalized.

After three more matches with the same result a year later, he was no longer allowed to compete as it felt he had a unfair advantage and used it to hurt rather then just win. Kravann was 15 by the time he left his village. He moved around, staying at various gyms and dojos, absorbing techniques and styles like a sponge. He became the equivalent of a black belt in Pankak Silat, Bando and various styles native to the region. He also started to more or less headhunt local hot shots and big names, intent of testing his mettle. He left a trail of bodies behind him, often going so far to ending the career of promising talents and humiliating so called masters.

That was untillUntil he came upon Haulong, A Korean born member of the Thorned Path. He had been following the young Kravann who was now 19 years old, his masters having taken an interest in the prodigy. He challenged Kravann, and not only beat him, but broke his arm in two places within the first minute of the fight. Kravanns response was to laugh like a caged hyena, demanding to know where he could learn to fight like that.

Haulong considered this confirmation that they had found a new member and gave the boy directions, stating that only if he could find them would he be allowed to join. It took Kravann an year to get there, having to heal his arm as well as travel into the deepest Cambodian jungle.

Once there, he set to learning the Thorned Path, finding at last that he found something that was aligned with his own interestes and reasons for learning martial arts. Here, he was run trough the ringer, nearly dying and always pushed to the very limits. Even sparring was like a fight to either death or surrender.

Four 8 years.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

The Thorned Path employ a style referred to as Sechaktei Pit Hengsaa
or “Violent Truth”. The style is all about causing breakage and pain in the enemy, employing powerful, ki disrupting strikes and bone breaking kicks. His movements are very economic, and his kicks and punches snap in the shortest possible angle of attack.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

Passive: Thorned Path Diciple:
Being a practitioner of the Thorned Path; Kravann is all about pain, both causing and having it caused to him. The more pain he surrounds himself with or feel, the more powerful his Spear of Pain and Ki Destruption based attacks gets. These will be marked with a *

■ *Bakbek/Broken Sight The most basic of ihs moves is Broken sight, which is a quick step in strike that smashed his palm to the opponents head. If it connects with your head, you are dazzled and your vision becomes briefly impaired. ‘Combo Starter’

■ kach chhaoeng/Rib BreakerUsually a followup to Bakbek, Kravann drops low and jams his elbow in the opponent's ribs, knocking their breath out of them and causing severe pain.

■ damri staong/Elephant Stomping Channeling KI trough his legs, he stomps down the opponent's foot, disrupting their movements and debilitating them.

■ *damri tich/Scorpion Sting A quick strike using his thumb, index and middle fingers to strike at an area on the body, disturbing the flow of ki, causing massive discomfort and lingering pain until the ki has been re balanced.

■ *lompeng nei karchhucheab / Spear of Pain
Channeling his ki throughout his arm, he thrusts it forward like a spear, and indeed, launches a spearlike projectile of twisted, malignant ki. If hit, the victim is wrecked with immense pain and find using his own Ki difficult. The projectile is reasonably fast, but travels only in a straight line and can be dodged. Powers up the more pain Kravann is enduring or causing.

■ Sva Tralb / Monkey Flip Dodging low, Kravann uses his powerful legs to deliver a ki-infused kick that launches the enemy upwards. ‘Combo Starter’

■ Lot khla / Leaping Tiger Pouncing forward, Kravann swipes with his fingers like a claw, ki hardening his fingers so that he can literally tear flesh. Can be used to intercept airborn targets or opponents launched by the Sva Tralb.

■ Double Hammer Kick (can be used while in the air)
The hammer kick is not part of the Thorned Path, but a old habit of Kravann from his past. Like most his moves, it is quick and powerful. The Hammer kick is like axe kick in that it comes dropping down from an fully extended leg. How ever, Kravann is able to pivot and deliver a second kick with his other leg just a second before should it miss or as the case is sometimes, when it goes right through the opponent.

SUPER MOVES

■ *Embrace of Thorns
Kravann moves quickly up close to a enemy and grasps them in a bear hug while manifesting 8 spears of pain around them both. He then hold on to the enemy while each spear impales them both. However, all the pain he feels is immediately transferred to the grabbed opponent.

■ *Rose of Death

Kravanns power blooms, manifesting in eight floating orbs of malevolent Ki. For his next eight attacks, each move is empowered with a special effect or simply deal more damage. Each attack consumes an orb, regardless of hitting. When all orbs are consumed, Kravann is healed for a small portion of each successful attack.

Double Hammer Kick: The kicks impact is now faster and more powerful.

Lot khla: The Clawlike swipes causes additional bleeding, dealing damage over time.

Sva Tralb: Launches the enemy farther, allowing for longer mid air combos.

Dompeng nei karchhucheab: Becomes incredibly fast and deal more damage.

Damri staon: Deals a lot more damage, stuns the enemy.

Bakbek: Deals chip damage even if blocked (Does not cause stun upon block),

Damri tich: Disrupts channeled abilities.

Kach chhaoeng: Each hit with Kach chhaoeng pushes the enemy back and leaves a small concentration of Kravanns malevolent Ki, lingering inside his opponent. When Rose of Death ends, each of these concentrations explodes.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Combat Weakness: Pain is a rather double edged sword. While pushing him to his limits is dangerous, he is a slow starter in combat. His abilities are lacking the edge of Thorned Paths ramping power early.

OTHER

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He is a vegetarian.

SANGUINE EMPIRE (Dark Fantasy, Samurai/Wuxia setting)

WIP

Name:

Aiko Amatsuna.

Age:

29

Origin:

Secret Isles of Najin, City of Hajuka

Appearance:

A young woman, she is by no means tall or imposing. In fact, she is rather petite in stature even for a woman of her age and background. Hers hair is a matte, dirty grey color, a result of stress and the side effect of having made not one but two sacred weapons. She has dark rings under her eyes, indicating a lack of proper rest, and her skin is similarily indicating a general unhealthiness, being chapped and dry.

Personality: Aiko is distant, but polite. She is rarely unplesant, or standoffish. She just seems uninterested in conversations and drifts of into her own world if you do not catch her immediete interest. She is impatient with the politics and hand wringing of the world, having seen the world she loved and cherished burn before her eyes.

Sacred Weapon: Saiai "Beloved" and Fuzai "Missed". Forged and imbued with the soul of her beloved. The two blades are wakishasis or short swords. Made from the soul of her lover, Mikaza, it has a golden sheen to it. The blade is a masterpiece of Najin weapon smithing, the blade tapering to a fine point and with a slight curve to the blade. Aside from sharp, each blade his been balanced with her shorter, sligter form in mind, and the grips made in sharkskin had been made specifically for her hands.

Mundane weapons: None

Equipment: Smokebombs: A mix of gunpowder and magnesium, these smokebombs are a gift to her from allies within the Fortress City of Hang-Jun. The bombs explode it to thick, purple-grey smoke that obscures her and mask her scent. Often used a means to cover her and her allies escape.


Background Story:

My Hider

Hajakuja was a port city. A fishing village that developed into a harbor town that bloomed into a rich, vibrant merchant hub for all of Najin. It was also home to various privateer crews, all inofficially in service to the local Daiymo, Amatsuna Koiji. The Amatsuma Clan was at their peak, the third richest clan in all of Naijin. The They held sway over the Anaji, Zaido and Mewega prefectures. Their armies were considerable in size and in experience. Their armada, the pride of Najin.

Born the youngest and only daughter in a family of 5 brothers, all strong and capable, Aikos life was meant to be one of calm, gentle and dignified existence. To learn the brush, not the sword. To learn the diplomacy of whispers and deceit. For the Amatsuna were crafty, and taught its children to always survive the battle if they could. And if defeat and death was at the door, make sure it on your terms. "No ship should ever sink alone. Always bring them with you into the depths with you. The sea cares not."

She lost two of her brothers, long before the threat of the sanguine was evident. Her eldest two brothers lead a raid on a coastal fortress of the Nang coast. Their ships was sunk by the foreign mercenary fleet known as The Golden Ships which had fallen upon them mid siege.

Her father was devastated, and he swore vengeance for his two sons. But he was pursuaded to stay his hand, to not waste his fleet in a war with unknown entities. This decision, likely saved Aiko and many of the clans life, 10 years later. Aiko herself was devastated by the loss of her two beloved brothers, the eldest, Hako, had always been extremely kind and loving towards her.

It was in grief, Aiko met Mikaza. A young, vibrant Onna-bugeisha and confidant and advisor of both her now dead brothers. Mikaza had been tasked with teaching Aiko the way of the sword, should they not return. As both brothers agreed that family line would be considerably weakened if either of them died, and that enemies of the clan might seize the opportunity. And they were right. Aiko was suddenly made to fill in the shoes of her brothers as a small fleet commander and a samurai. No longer was her calling to be the brush, but the blade and the boat.

In many ways, Mikaza was what kept her afloat during the first years of this change. Her advice always encouraging, always wise beyond her years. And Aiko and Mikaza grew close, very close. They became the fleets worst kept secret, and while some talked, most saw the bond as the proof of dynamic, powerful duo. Because Aiko it turned out, quite enjoyed her new position in life once acclimated. She had the love and obedience of her sailors and samurai alike, she was not shy when it came to battle and she was an accomplished Onna-bugeisha by the age of 24. One year later however, all that would be put to the ultimate test.

Because when the Sanguine Nobles and their plague ships arrived. The second youngest of the clans line by the name of Soji, saw something was wrong long before others. He had been pioneering a new early warning of large, manned Buoys and spent the past years fortifying the city naval defenses. The Bouys lit up the night, as the ship sped towards the harbor. And The mighty fleet of the Amatsuna met them with all its might while the city was evacuated. The battle of Hajakuja would go down as one of the most valiant defeats in Najin history. As the armada managed to sink most of the plague ships. However, unaware of the the nature of the enemy, the samurai onboard the ships that boarded the Sanguine Nobles frigates, found themselves torn apart. And worse.

Soji, Aiko and Mikaza had been tasked with evacuating civilians and ensuring a retreat. They watched as the flag ship of the Lord, lit aflame, and exploded. In defiance and aware of what his fate would be if he let himself be captured and turned, the great Daiymo of the Amatsuna clan, detonated kegs of Black powder onboard his ship, taking with him two ships full of Sanguine Nobles and their shock troops. While it failed to kill the abominable creatures, it sank them to the bottom of the sea, severely delaying their arrival in the city.

Soji, Aiko and Mikaza realized the battle was lost, and ordered the full retreat. They saw no sign of their remaining brothers, assuming them all to have been slain. In the end, the city fell to complete ruin. The Three found themselves de-facto leaders of the clan, and set to warn and to gather their fathers retainers who were inland. They found that these strange ships had landed all across the Najin coast, and that a full scale invasion, of which like the islands had never seen had begun. And wherever they went, they heard horror stories of men and women who moved at inhuman speed. Capable of sustaining wounds nad injuries so severe as to have severed limbs, yet fight as nothing happened. They found that several of their vassals and samurai, had willingly joined the invaders when promised part of this power.

In the end, by the time the tides turned. Only a small part of the Zaido prefecture remained of their territories. Soji was ill, to weak to be in battle. Aiko herself had grown weary and tired, finding this battle pointless. It was only the bright, vibrant and great Mikaza that held them both up. And the noble siblings owed everything to her in many ways. Soji had accepted her as his future sister in law and she was the only think keeping Aiko from going completely of the rails with grief of her lost country and family.

Then the news came. A weapon. A way to forge a blade of seemingly divine purpose. All it took, was a willing sacrifice. A bond made into steel. A pact between two, to make one. Aiko and Sojo both contemplated it. Either of them were willing to make the sacrifice. However, Sojos body was to frail, his life allready fleeting. He'd make a weak blade. And if Aiko died, there was no guarantee family line would live on, due to his fragile health.

Mikaza made the choice for them. Aiko did not stop her. She knew Mikaza would not allow herself to be stopped. And Sojo saw the wisdom and was not going to sully a true warriors honor in such a way. And so, two blades were forged from her soul. Two short swords, meant to be wielded by each of them. But Sojo did not make it. The disease and the harsh winter took him the year after. Leaving only Aiko. Sole heir of a once mighty clan.

She spent the next 3 years fighting and reclaiming part of her birthright alongside the most unlikely allies. Men and women of rival clans, united in the fight against the undead. And when the The Five Faction Concord was called, she arrived in the first newly constructed ship of the Reborn Amatsuna Fleet. Swords in hand. Fire in her eyes.