It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.
Over 700
YEARS OLD
played by
Maruzen
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[nospaces] [attr="class","back-thing2"] [attr="class","app-title"]Tze-keung, Kwai [attr="class","sub-thing2"] [attr="class","sub-text2"]Physical Description  [attr="class","temp-text2"]They say that any being who has endured true combat, naturally grows to live for it, live from it. Case in point, of course: Tze-keung, the dauntless halfling warlock of folklore, possesses more scars than a Council angel marks. As if mere aesthetic complements to a life of battle, his grey hair stricken with white, or his skin tanned from a lifetime spent opposite the sun, helped raise the sum of Tze-keung far above the individual parts—such features, however, would otherwise fall some amount of flat without the 203 cm tall frame upholding them. Steel, the only material his intense yellow-eyed glare resembled in composition, seemed to define him rather well. These observations quickly jotted down by nature of a rare sighting of him after being seen leaving a local fish market, and while the investigator made ready to follow him; to the surprise of no one even remotely familiar with him, the marked warrior vanished with his flowing coat of red and gold disappearing right behind him. If he had not been out for a mere visit to the tiny pier, Kwai very likely would have donned his aged armor, its plates scraped by time itself; though, had he worn his battle vestments, he surely would not have been able to dissipate so swiftly, the investigator made sure to note. [attr="class","app-bottom"]SEVEN HUNDRED | [attr="class","app-bottom"]Heterosexual | [attr="class","app-bottom"]Witch/Angel |
[break][break] [attr="class","sub-thing2"] [attr="class","sub-text2"]Personality  [attr="class","temp-text2"]But were this all, then such a Council report would never have been filed for lack of notable content. Yes, within as well were notes of eavesdropped several conversations, each transcript without any strategic purpose found itself subjected to hours of review—all to get any kind of read on the tendencies of a near-myth—and corroborated as best as possible with previously existing information; though, despite their efforts, analysis returned relatively flat—all small notes, all information archivists would gladly trade for a proper location—revealing idiosyncrasies such as how happily he cries when too drunk and how fondly he speaks of the past as if he had never left it. An easily overlooked addition to the records; the casual manner of a warrior, the tenacity of a defiant loner! How now the prideful commander, or toil-worn bygone, and calumniated by those survived by him to appear a bloody monster in the eyes of this unfamiliar Council-run Pavane, horrified by the danger he represents, wandered from former battlefield to former battlefield, and wished to return to his time and his comrades by vanishing from the city. Yet time marches forth unsympathetically; new faces he hesitates to meet. As can be plainly gleaned, today's unchallenged dominance of the upper class has defeated the previously dauntless Tze-keung, and mired him with regret and hopelessness, and with swift laws stripped him of his agency with crushing efficiency, while subjugating the very people he fought for, and 'his battles of old won only to allow his war to slip from him', as all of his good intentions and will chained him to remain alive.
[break]One could easily ascertain how he longed for combat. The glint in the man's eyes was a shining glaive raised towards the heavens, and sure enough appeared just as sharply perceptive as one; he wished not for senseless bloodshed in the manner today's Pavane would package it as 'combat' but for true contest from valiant opponents. Near any being next to him were to appear a few sights tinier; one could reasonably argue the imposing aura Tze-keung emanated unconsciously to be at fault. In his wistful reminiscing lurks a survivor's sorrows, as he treads upon this fractured land with not a single former friend left around; Kwai with certainty exists in the minds of some as a rallying cry for the oppressed. Yet who would deny the survival of such a creature? which, understood in a modern context devoid of war, appears akin to the sighting of an animal long extinct now readily awaited for eager research and careful dissection, to demonstrate the faults of dynasties past, contrasting eras, cut by cut. [break][break] [attr="class","sub-thing2"] [attr="class","sub-text2"]History and Relations  [attr="class","temp-text2"]With origins still unknown, any hearsay regarding the cryptic half-breed will be rewarded in kind so as to account for as many theories as possible. Even among the College and Upper Pavane, the scholars and aged ones know nothing past the old bar tales regarding his exploits, not even his ancestry. Yet, one aspect persists unchagningly, Tze-keung—well, Tze-keung truly reviled the Council and hierarchy that had come about—be it their decadence or ignorance, why, the specific area of critique mattered little before his fierce rage; earth-shattering in its intensity, possibly a very dangerous threat albeit not one readily verifiable. ...[DATA EXPUNGED]... But this he forwent resolutely with pure mettle utilizing himself as bait to ward off an otherwise insurmountable siege, and the tale goes that from most elders' recollection, to cause an enemy strategist to surrender before even beginning one's counterattack is to achieve utter victory. Investigators of the matter find themselves regaled with feats both witnessed and only rumored, glaive swings cleaving whole mountains, armor deflecting the charge of battalions, and, most interesting to the College, lost magicks used solely to enhance physical prowess. The elite restrict some of the contents of the Kwai omnibus they have amassed; for fear of exaggerations metastasizing further, and the Witch College learning of Kwai's unprecedented magicks for their own malicious purposes, let it be known. Taken at once, when finished reading through the unaltered file one ponders whether such a champion can truly exist in the present Pavane, predicts all kinds of incompatibilities with Tze-keung's existence today, and hopes to meet him. [break][break] [attr="class","app-bottom"]KINGDOM, Ren Pa |
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That's Doctor Dylzoe to you.
like a bajilion or so
YEARS OLD
played by
Dylzoe
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[attr="class","back-thing"] [attr="class","temp-title"]Welcome to Pavane! [attr="class","temp-text"] Two Kwais fight to decide whats for dinner. Who wins? The green or the pink skin?
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