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It was a radical quest to discover dark desires that would cause damage to one's soul! Body odor was stanky, but we soldiered on passed the sweaty goblins. Questionable puddles formed under our large muscles mass, yet the awesomeness radiating outward evaporated into fragrant

A Thousand Legends ~ Sundered Veil

Gah, so sorry, I posted in the Character tab accidentablly.

Cai

Cai-Su of the Jade Plains Tribe

Freedom lies in accepting the present.

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Age 15 (Mokeu) / 27 (Human) Race Mokeu Sex Male Height 191cm [6'3''] Weight 105kg [232lbs] Level 1 Health Points 30 ___________________________________ I N V E N T O R Y - Waterskin - Coin purse Note: Cai doesn’t feel the need to keep a lot on his person as it might hinder his work. He and his mentor share a dwelling in Bianwei where the small number of possessions he does own are stored. ____________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T - Bo staff (2 meters, wood, painted red with golden handles on either end) - Green obsidian dagger (bone handle) - Armor: Cai has little need for armor; his enemies are rarely quick enough to reach past his staff. Aside from simple poplin cloth pants, he wears only red leather vambraces. ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Might: 15 [10+3(racial)+2] Dexterity: 15 [10+3(racial)+2] Perception: 13 [10+3] Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 10 Constitution: 15 [10+5]

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Although far from abnormally large by Mokeu standards, Cai has grown accustomed to his large stature in comparison to the Folk and Hofokun that call Yongcun home. He towers over them with well-defined and hardened muscles rippling through bronze colored fur. While the velvet soft fur covering his body remains mostly short, a thick mane with crimson streaks halos his crown. ____________________________________________________________________________ BACKSTORY The Jade Plains Tribe was a small one, situated in central Banhet between a vast marshland and the edge of a thick, lush forest. Cai’s father, Su-Chin, served as their overly optimistic Chief. The band of roughly 100 were also advised by a sage, Zhao-Fu, well versed in the teachings of his own Master, following the Banhet traditions of honoring both the land and their ancestors through sacred rituals, ceremonies, and the worship of hallowed shrines and natural formations. Su-Chin held the honorable dream of reuniting the waring Mokeu lands and restoring them to their previous power. While his father was away pursuing his attempts to establish peaceful relations with surrounding tribes, Cai was taught and mentored by Zhao-Fu, who aside from schooling him in numerous studies, trained the growing boy in the way of the staff, and often took him on pilgrimage to numerous honored sites. As the oldest son, he was expected to take up the mantle after his father, so was expected to be well versed in strategy and leadership as well as a strong and capable fighter. Su-Chin’s goal, while lofty in its promise to benefit all, was unwelcome by other Banhet tribes. After his fruitless attempts to secure alliances with both neighboring and distant tribes alike, he came to the realization that he would first need to succeed in establishing allied relations with a tribe from Ko’Ang to convince the others to reconsider his offer. This did not end well. The Ko’Ang tribe he encountered was radicalized and fully devout to Duazhi. After feigning interest in Su-Chin’s blasphemy, they retaliated in righteous anger, performing the will of their God in eliminating the Jade Plains Tribe and wreaking havoc to any other Banhet tribes they encountered along their path as retribution for their faithlessness. On the day of the attack, Cai was returning from a long journey with Zhao-Fu. As they neared his tribe’s lands, they were met with the sounds of battle. Screams and the hard clacking of wooden staffs along with moans and wails of pain and grief greeted their return. Zhao-Fu was unable to prevent Cai from rushing to the edge of the forest to witness the massacre. What Cai saw that day, hidden from the top of the swaying branches high in the canopy, still haunts his dreams. His people, his tribe, friends and family alike were butchered ruthlessly by Ko’Ang. Decimated entirely, the bodies that lay slaughtered included even the youngest among the Jade Plains. The pair remained in hiding until their victors departed, at which point they walked among the carnage and mutilated bodies of their loved ones to pay their respects and perform the final rites for their passage from their current physical forms. No other tribes in Banhet allowed them to join their ranks. Wary and mistrustful of them and the ideas their tribe was known for none wanted to suffer any similar retaliations from Ko’Ang for harboring two survivors of what became known as an infamous attack. With no other options, Cai and Zhao-Fu fled as exiles to Yongcun. They remained briefly in Namhu before moving on to Sucheng and Xiao Yichan before settling in Bianwei, where the opportunities for work were plenty and the two outcasts found the necessary distance from their homeland. Five years have passed since that fateful day. Cai and Zhao-Fu share a small dwelling in the outskirts of the city. His mentor, already advanced in years, is now incapable of providing the manual labor and odd mercenary duties that both are often sought after for, and Cai alone works to earn their living. ____________________________________________________________________________ PERSONALITY Cai is affable, though largely reticent. He deflects with sarcasm and humor, though he doesn’t have many close relationships outside of his mentor, whom he respects. While he gives Zhao-Fu a hard time about his beliefs, Cai abides by them and their values, trying to live his life honorably. He is hard-working and calm, confident in himself and his abilities. Though not considered particularly brave, as he won’t charge forward on behalf of others, he fears very little and depending on the situation, may defend those smaller and weaker if there is need. Cai often refuses to take a stance on many debated subjects, preferring instead to consider both sides of the argument. He lives for the present moment and takes pleasure in small things. The warmth of the sun on his fur or the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, for example. ____________________________________________________________________________ MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK Disillusioned by the ideals of his father, Cai holds no lofty goals or dreams of his own. He finds such planning to be ill advised and instead seeks only to perform the duties he must to live as comfortably as possible. Having no motivation to create any large- or small-scale changes to his own life and even less to society as a whole, Cai accepts the present as it is, finding attempts at revolution futile. He tends to avoid other Mokeu, though not as a rule. ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC Cai was deeply traumatized by his past and feels resentment toward his father for the decisions he made which lead to the demise of their tribe. As such, much to the chagrin of his mentor, he prefers to be called only Cai, to distance himself from both his father and his haunted past.

Hope this is alright.

@Shift

Solid ☕️💯

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A Thousand Legends ~ Sundered Veil

@Kassarock - solid! Post him up!

@Fetzen overall he is great 💯 feel free to ping me when you have made the changes in slight but as far as I am concerned you can go ahead and post him when ready.

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@Dark Cloud

No - the Tsaesci rule this thread.

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One Word (Forum Game)

It was a radical quest to discover dark desires that would cause damage to one's soul! Body odor was stanky, but we soldiered on passed the sweaty goblins. Questionable puddles formed under our large muscles mass, yet the awesomeness radiating outward evaporated

A Thousand Legends ~ Sundered Veil

<Snipped quote by Shu>
He's actually probably the most un-dax lizardman I've ever made! A friendly crafstman and salesperson

@POOHEAD189

Fair ☕️

A Thousand Legends ~ Sundered Veil

Zauri Traveler

Yazju Fleetscale

“A frog in a well knows nothing of the sea.”

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Age 52 Race Zauri Sex Male Height 6'7 Weight 307 lbs. Level 1 Health Points 32 ___________________________________ I N V E N T O R Y Rice Glue Kindling Large carving knife Eight pounds of dried meat String Vial of ink 4 vessels of paint Coin sack Flint & Tinder Sword Sharpener ____________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T - Large Dao - Wakizashi - Gozuko armor (If inapplicable leave blank or mark as NA.) ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Might: 10 +2 +4 | 16 Dexterity: 10 +2 |12 Perception: 10 +2 |12 Wisdom: 10 +2 |12 Charisma: 10 |10 Constitution: 10 +4+2 |16

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Green like moss, Yazju has the look of a quintessential Zauri. Tall, fearsome, and deceptively lazy looking. On his nose and head are stubs of old horns he's filed away to better fit in with the mainlanders and be more amicable to the locals. Yazju has the appearance many animals have, with the idiosyncrasy as seeming as if he perpetually smiles. Admittedly, much of the time he is trying to smile, but the look only shows his teeth and makes it seem like he's enjoying some dark joke or has seen something particularly tasty to eat. ____________________________________________________________________________ BACKSTORY Yazju was born to a strange clutch, his eggs hatching during a great sea storm. He heard one of his sisters was blown away, taken by the wind and then the birds. What would her jaracal have been? Yazju still wonders that to this day. A question without an answer was always oddly refreshing, even tinged with sad truths. His people usually had answers, as Runiq watched over them and everyone was always studious of their jaracel. Yazju had one of those once. He grew up as most Zauri did, learning the ways of their culture and faith, and helping his fellows in the community. It was when it was time to learn his path that he was curiously undecided. For twenty days he pondered the question, and at the insistence of his father, he took the life of the shaman. As odd as Yazju was, he admired his people's ideas of Runiq and the after-life. Religion and philosophy played dual roles, and he wished to delve and learn more of them. But his hands were always bored. Always fidgeting. Twelve years in the faith, and he felt restless. His learning had stagnated. Yes, he felt fulfilled, but fulfilled does not always mean filled, yes? Many Zauri came to him for guidance and with great questions, and he would answer what he may and grant them ofuda to ward off the spirits. But he felt an unease. One day he felt like cracking jokes, and other days he felt like learning how to fight with the warriors. Not all Zauri were content with their lot in life, but Yazju had a more strenuous case than most free thinkers of his people. He began to shirk his spiritual duties, thinking he could learn more about the divine plan of Runiq and the realm they lived in, by living it himself. He began to work his body with the warriors and achieve true patience with the fishermen. But what he enjoyed most was that of crafting with his taloned hands. His brother Hakfu had become a salesman of trinkets, and though he had counseled Yazju to remain as a Shaman, he did help his lost brother on learning a few arts of the trade. Yazju spent many nights carving rather than memorizing the stories of old.Oh he still knew many by heart, but a single-mindedness was prized for such things, for without stories, how did one remember the past for later generations? Then came the day the head Shaman was fed up with Yazju. No, he did not scream or kick Yazju out. Zauri are not very unkind to their own often. But he gave Yazju a choice to leave or be dishonored by staying, and Yazju decided he would leave. Perhaps one day he would come back, engorged in experience and would petition to be allowed back in the order. But as it was, Yazju thought this would be a fine experience. What manner of storms or adventures could be had on the mainland, with the other peoples? It would take decades to find out, he thought, and so far the theory had proven true. Nearly ten years on the mainland, fighting and carving and inculcating and eating. It was fun, and friends made it more worthwhile. Fujiko, for example. Yazju had met her on a job of claw-duty. Yazju thought she was good people, and she cheered up Yazju when he failed at selling nick knacks. Somehow Yazju cheered her up, but whenever he did, he did not know how he had. Yazju just supposes he has a way with women, as the mainlanders say. ____________________________________________________________________________ PERSONALITY Yazju is an oddity to the Zauri, but in the view of the average mainlander, he's pretty typical. Bestial but seemingly apathetic in countenance, Yazju has a vast love of life and learning, and does his best to be cordial to those he meets. He understands everyone is trying to find their way in this life, and that comes with its own hiccups. However, he can be snarky, even when he doesn't mean to be. That is to say, he doesn't have the filter many do, and that, coupled with his sense of humor doesn't translate well to many of his would-be customers. Yazju has a vast amount of patience and a heart of gold, but when he is angry, the cause of his ire will see the wrath of Runiq from him. His long life and sturdy body have made him into a capable warrior and threat to any who rubs him the wrong way. Lcukily, Yazju enjoys food and talk more than war and ruin. ____________________________________________________________________________ MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK Yazju sees life as his oyster, but not the world. The world is strange and vast, and for everyone to find their own Jaracel. ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC ...

@POOHEAD189

Accepted! Post Dax him up!

A Thousand Legends ~ Sundered Veil

Scuffed Budget Robin Hood

"𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘴."

The vermillion sky is so scary today.

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___________________________________ P R O F I L E Age 18 Race Folk Sex Female Height 4’8” • 139cm Weight 84 lbs • 38kg Level 1 Health Points 22 ___________________________________ I N V E N T O R Y Bag of Glass Marbles Pouch of Talcum Powder Pouch of Pulverized Charcoal Rice Glue Scraps of Pilfered Food Climbing Gear Lockpick Waterskin (Full) ____________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T A single kunai, tied to strong cord. A pair of tanto, one is intentionally dull. Embossed leather tunic beneath her cloak. Waxwood Armguards. ____________________________________ A T T R I B U T E S Points: 12 Might: 10 + 1 + 1 = 12 Dexterity: 10 + 1 + 4 = 15 Perception: 10 + 1 + 4 = 15 Wisdom: 10 + 1 + 1 = 12 Charisma: 10 + 1 = 11 Constitution: 10 + 1 = 11

____________________________________________________________________________ APPEARANCE Tomoe is small-framed and frail looking, earning her the title of {Rodent} among the troupe of petty thieves and spies that she originates from. If she was found walking in front of a grown couple, you might mistake her for their child with her youthful expressions and rather large eyes in comparison to the size of her miniature everything else. Her voice peeps out like a shrew, soft, frantic, formulated to dissuade any negative attention that would find its way to her. Tomoe's wardrobe is more of a mixed bag as she has a multitude of outfits to blend in to situations as they arise, but when she given the option, this trickster dons a strange getup of loose cloth, feathers, and furs. This thief is strange and her appearance only magnifies that outlandish exterior. ____________________________________________________________________________ BACKSTORY "𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘦?" He asked. "𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙗𝙪𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 — 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧." Tomoe was born somewhere and was inevitably left to the elements in Shanjing during her infancy. It was there that she was picked up by a group of thieves that called the port town their home. Her earliest years were relatively wholesome and as a babe the company of criminals spoiled Tomoe rotten. But as time went on she would eventually reach an age where she could fend for herself, and thus she was taught the trade. The docks were bountiful for folk of their lifestyle! Unguarded crates often went missing, and unmanned ships were stripped so bare that the local courtesans would even turn red. But with crime comes backlash, and the wealthier merchants and lawmen who had everything to lose — would come down like a hammer. Guards, militia, anyone who could raise a blade, all were paid a hefty pouch of coin to hunt these thieves down. Empty buildings were burned, hounds were sent down alleyways, and any who sought to hide these criminals were to be tried with the same charges as those guilty. These thieves were known amongst the community of Shanjing, loved by some, hated by others, but coin and interrogation goes a long way if you are reputable to any degree. All of these men and women were found, manacled, soon to be executed or imprisoned regardless of involvement. Some of the youths of this troupe were lucky enough to be traded away, for labor, work of other kinds, a few were even adopted by sympathetic folk. Tomoe was not fated for such things, and though she was picked from the many to be sold to a couple of farmers — the small girl easily slipped away before anything could be set in stone. But now she was alone. She was nobody from nowhere with nothing but the clothes on her back and the dust in her pockets. So she ran.. Far from the town that was all she knew, and away from everything that was once attached to her. In the day hours she would hide squeeze between the cargo of horse carriages and at night she would trust her legs, whipping her legs through tall grass and mud until she would eventually find Bianwei. It was a fair bit more developed than where she'd come from, but Tomoe would soon find that there were more people and even more places to hide. If Shanjing was a forest, Bianwei was a jungle, and the young thief put the knowledge she sponged up to use very quickly. For survival of course! ____________________________________________________________________________ PERSONALITY Tomoe loves her lifestyle. Some call it kleptomania, she calls it abundance & variety. Who's to say whether she needs that jade inkstone or not, you? She takes it anyway! Her choices are her own, and her stubbornness is without rival, and you can challenge that if you want. Tomoe is also manipulative to a degree. Often she will say things with a twist in order to spur a question, bat her lashes and pout to invoke sympathy, or chide and goad to agitate someone she doesn't like. Her education is incredibly limited, but she knows how to worm her way into someone's mind and play with their emotions. Lastly, she is incredibly driven. Ambition is number one for her, but what those ambitions are?.. ____________________________________________________________________________ MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK To witness the Hyakki Yagyō. If inquired about what that entails or why, Tomoe will answer with silence and a smile! ____________________________________________________________________________ MISC ☆ No family or clan name! ☆ Works as a spy and information broker! ☆ Picks your pocket. ☆ The dull blade is meant for warnings. ☆ Hates the rain. ☆ Smokes a pipe from time to time.

A sheet.

@Haha

Accepted 💯 post her in the character tab!