Username: Divena Name: 安死神(Yasu Shinagami) Name meaning: Peaceful Reaper Gender: Agender Speciality: Ikebana, the art of flower arraignment, and gardening. Personality: Yasu feels most at peace among their plants. They find meaning and comfort in the act of tending the lives and health of their flowers, and strength from the ones that had natural weapons to take care of themselves. Like the plants that Yasu is so fond of, they can mold themselves to fit any situation. If they need to be a masculine stallion to win the trust of a filly in trouble, then Yasu will play the dashing hero. If Yasu is confronted with a squeamish individual that irritates them too much, then Yasu can simper and flirt to make that individual uncomfortable. Really, it depends on whether or not Yasu likes the person they’re interacting with. With their family and friends, Yasu is relatively serene. It takes a lot to rile Yasu up, but when they are… Well, nothing can stop them. Only those closest to Yasu sees this passion, this real face. Everyone else gets a mask that amuses Yasu most at the time. Prompt:
Prompt 1: “Let’s see,” Yasu murmured softly, not caring that there was no one around to hear them. They were in their garden, surrounded by the beautiful blossoms that they tended, and that was good enough. Flowers were wonderful listeners. A quick death was what they needed, that was what was ordered. A quick death ruled out the crab’s eye. The brightly colored little seeds would leave the target writhing in agony for days. There was nothing quick about that, even if it was somewhat satisfying when dealing with true scum.
Wolfsbane would get the job done, quickly. Rather painfully as well. But wolfsbane was something of a double edged blade. Yasu knew better than to tend that plant without a great deal of caution. Even the most innocent of skin contact could have some negative effects. But a blade coated in the poison only needed the smallest of nicks. Yasu placed that one on the “possibly” list.
White baneberry was also a distinct possibility. It would be a quieter death. Yasu considered for a moment before discarding the plant as an option. There had been nothing mentioned about the level of painlessness involved, and the impression Yasu had gotten was that the client was feeling vindictive. At least a little pain would most likely be preferred.
Yasu paused in front of the deadly nightshade. “Ah, my belladonna,” they murmured, smiling fondly at their favorite weapon. The plant had many names, deadly nightshade being the most impressive and belladonna being Yasu’s preferred. But regardless of the name given, every part of the delicate creation was poisonous and even deadly when not given the proper respect. Like wolfsbane, even a casual touch could be disastrous, but Yasu knew how to sweet talk the flower. It was a painful death, but quick when the mixture was done right.
“Belladonna it is,” Yasu decided, and set about the cautious processes of preparing the method of death for their newest target.
Future Plots? NA Do you agree to the conditions?: Yes
I apologize if I got any of the plant details wrong. I used wiki for most of them. Thank you for this opportunity!
Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 11:59 pm
Username: ~Twilight...Angel~ Name: Shiro (四郎) Name meaning: Japanese name meaning "fourth son." Gender: Speciality: Shiro will be a Practitioner of Ceremonies as well as specialize in teaching (think non combat teachings) and gardening. His gardens are full of not only fruits and vegetables, but various flowers and herbs. One of his favorite things to do is to create new plant types for his brother to use in his poisons and antidotes.
Personality: Shiro is a strong quiet type. So much so that he is able to sneak up on someone without trying. This is not only included in his assassination jobs, but it often happens in his own day to day life. Being able to simply walk up next to someone without them noticing until he either speaks, or makes himself known in another way. Though he doesn't always do it on purpose, he uses it to serve his own needs. Often times using it to observe and listen in on others. This is not limited to other herds that they come in contact with. He will also listen to his brothers and observe them when it suits him. All of his observations are kept in a written log which he stores in various secret locations all over the Kawanii lands. Though he will gladly share his information if it helps further their missions, or will help those he is teaching to understand things better.
Though he is the strong silent type, Shiro is never more alive than when he is teaching. Becoming just as happy and excited as the small students, he jumps around and laughs with them as if he was a foal himself! Though it may be a silly sight, he enjoys it and takes pride in the work that he does with the little ones. He believes above all else that one of his callings in life is to help spread knowledge and wisdom to the younger generations of the world.
The gardens are his favorite place to be. Filling them with various fruits, vegetables and even his own mixes of plants. The plants that he experiments with are mostly for his brother to create various poisons and antidotes. Shiro will often go there to relax when he has had a bad day. One can always tell when he is having a bad day because he will spend a lot longer than usual in the gardens. Anyone who enters his garden when he is having a bad day will be snapped at. Shiro is generally not very tolerant when he is having a bad day.
Being a Practitioner of Ceremonies is important to his own peace of mind. When he kills a target, he will offer prayer for their souls so that they may pass on in peace. This is not something he does because he feels bad for killing his targets, but rather he feels if he doesn't there will be a cloud of doubt and bad luck surrounding him until he can offer a prayer for forgiveness. This extends into his hunting as well. He will pray over any creature that he kills for food as well as the meals that he eats.
Prompt:
Preferred Method of Killing
Shiro had been watching this stallion for a week now. He wanted to be sure that this was the correct target. Though he had obtained all the information that his leader deemed needed for this operation, he always enjoyed taking everything a step further. Being sure that there was no mistaking who this stallion was and what he was working toward. Truthfully he wasn't all that concerned about this stallions need to form a large herd of warriors, but there were others out there who were not so welcoming of the idea. Thus he and his brothers were contracted to take care of the situation. He sometimes wondered what kind of Soquili really wanted such silly things carried out. Though he guessed that this one must have been nervous that the newly formed herd would take over something of theirs.He shook his head to clear out his thoughts. These were things that didn't need to be thought over. Not at times like these. Not when he had an important job to do.
Carefully he watched as the stallion seemed to try and slip out of the area. It was interesting to watch this stallion look behind him. Look around like he knew someone was there, when he really had no idea that Shiro was watching. That Shiro was going to be closing in on him at any second.
The stallion turned a corner into the shadows and Shiro decided that it was the perfect time to move in for the kill. He had watched and observed enough on his own to know that this stallion intended now to head to the place he felt most safe. And there was another way to get there. Shiro would be waiting for him in the dark on the path.
Quietly he slipped along beside the stallion. The dark shrouded him perfectly. It was something that he himself was astounded by. Just as the paths diverged, Shiro reached out a single paw. A claw raised up to the stallions neck. He was dead and on the ground before he even knew what had happened. Shiro considered this to be the best way to take out a target. Filling one with fear was nothing to take joy in and it certainly wasn't how he operated if he could help it.
Carefully kneeling down, he bowed low to the ground before his victim. He carefully whispered words of prayer for this stallions soul to pass on and be free in whatever afterlife he may believe in. Perhaps he would be reborn and be able to fulfill his wishes in another life. One never knew after all.
As he completed his prayers, he heard chattering not too far off. Bowing one last time, he took his leave. Slinking back into the shadows as quietly as he had come out of them.
Vices and Weaknesses
This type of thing hasn't happened to him since he was a foal. It was certainly odd indeed. And certainly not something he expected to happen again for sure. Shiro assumed that he had overcome such silly things when he was in his late years of childhood. These overwhelming feelings of dread and fear. Things that he was so sure he had left behind. Things that no assassin should be dealing with! But there it was. Right in front of him. The unknown... His greatest fear and anxiety come back to haunt him once again.
Peering into the cave, he felt a cold shiver run up his spine. It was strange for such a powerful and fierce thing such as himself to be afraid of the darkness within. Especially for one who worked in the darkness itself. But there was something unsettling about the darkness within. About a darkness that could be there when it was high noon outside of the cave itself.
Shiro shook himself out. It wasn't that hard to go into such a place. Not really. He had done it before and he will certainly be sure to do it again! It was the only way to get to his destination. It was the needed path!Taking a deep breath, he entered the mouth of the cave. Going deeper and further in. Letting the darkness surround him. Take him into it. He could still feel the cold chill down his spine, but decided to ignore it. He would make it through this cave! There was nothing in it that was going to hurt him. He knew that.
As he continued further into the darkness, he relaxed. His old anxieties slowly melting away as the darkness grew. These things would be conquered once again. This cave and this darkness could not hold him back from his mission any longer. His fears were gone as the end of the cave came into sight. Stepping out into the blinding sunlight, he breathed deeply. Though it was nice to be out of the cave, he vowed that his childhood fear would never surface again.
Herd Life
Shiro sat in his garden contemplating his life within his herd. It wasn't something he did very often. Simply because he felt plenty comfortable where he was within his family, within this place with his brothers. They were his love after all. The only family that he knew of. He felt that they were as close as any brothers. That they were all one split into many. Their minds were of the same, able to work together without a word between them. He felt so wonderful and close when he was near them. Like a warm blanket was pulled up to keep them all safe and cozy. It was a silly think to think. He knew that. But he couldn't help but to allow himself to think such things. These thoughts were the thoughts of children.
He shook out his fur as he stood up from the flowers he was watching. They were always so calming to watch grow. To watch the little bug creatures crawl around on their leaves and stems. It was an entire world within his own larger world. It gave him comfort. He smiled as he strolled near the rest of his brothers. They were all together, but separate. It was an interesting concept indeed. All working together, but in their own little worlds. A world within a world.
Shiro didn't love one more than the other. He felt their love equally and loved them all equally. Giving up his life would be an easy task if it was to save any of his loves. To save any piece of the whole. It was something he believed that they all felt. Something they all knew to be the same.
Forever he would hope that his brothers knew how he felt about them. Knew his feelings. Being so quiet himself, he wasn't sure he told them enough how much they all meant to him. This was something he felt they much all know. They must all feel in the least.
He smiled as he thought of each of his brothers. Of each of their separate parts that made the whole. Inari was the brother who led them all. Also one that he spent a lot of time with. Since he was the Master of Ceremonies and Shiro himself performed them as well, it was en easy thing to bond over. Akira was certainly interesting in his ability to just relax completely. It was a funny thing indeed for someone in their professions. Yuuta was the second in command. He found him to be... disgruntled? That didn't seem the right word, but it was as good as any. Though he knew that he had love in his heart for all the brothers. No matter how he spoke to them. Hibiki was someone he actually helped out from time to time. He enjoyed gathering various flowers and herbs and seeing what it was that he would do with them. Especially when he presented him with a plant that he himself created. They were new and wondrous to him and it was fun! Tarou was interesting indeed. He wasn't quite in himself yet. But it was nice to watch how he would develop and become his own. These brothers of his were all amazing. Were all apart of him. All were one.
On the Outside
Shiro watched and observed these Soquili in this strange herd. They all seemed together, but separate. Though not in the same way as his brothers and himself. They all formed a group, but didn't really work as one. Having smaller groups within the larger. Families within the families. It was an interesting dynamic to observe, that was the only thing certain to him.
As he continued to watch what appeared to be a mother and her two foals, a mare wandered over to him. Gently she brushed up against him. This startled Shiro a bit. He wasn't used to someone coming right up to him as such without at least saying something first, "May I help you?" The words came out sterner and a bit more harsh than he had intended. It was out of character for him, being the quiet one usually meant that he didn't raise his voice or speak out of turn, not unless it was needed. He focused his attention on the mare again.
The mare looked up at Shiro, seeming rather amused by his harsh undertones, "I simply wanted to know if you would like to dance with me. There is a party going on a little further off..." The mare batted her eyes at him in what he was sure was an attempt to flirt with him. It's not that she wasn't attractive, of course. It was just a bit off putting to have a mare come up to him without even saying hello first, "What kind of dancing would that be?" He was rather... interested at least. Being a dancer himself. The mare smiled and decided to lead him right to the dance itself.
As they came to the rather large group dancing near a fire, Shiro smiled a bit. This was something that he could grow accustomed to. He enjoyed the crowds. The warmth that the others seemed to be emitting. The joy that the dancers felt as they skipped around each other and the fire. It was very enjoyable indeed! Though he was still confused as to why the mare would choose him over everyone else when he was clearly not part of their herd. He shrugged it off as he and the mare joined the others in the dance. It was so fun! The spinning and all the other colors of pelts spinning around them. He hadn't had such fun in a while.
They continued on and on until he decided that it would be best if he left. He couldn't stay there forever after all, "I'm sorry, but I must go. My brothers will be waiting for me." Smiling sweetly at the mare, he started to walk off as she spoke in return. "I hope to see you again soon sweetie!"
Shiro smiled to himself as he walked away. This mare had allowed him to watch his target without ever being found out. Without ever even being suspected once. It was a nice way to use the connections with others in different areas. Observe what you need to and leave. He enjoyed others, that was true enough. But right now, he needed to keep his eyes on the target and never lose that sight.
Future Plots? This wasn't supposed to happen...: This could be on his own, or with the rest of his brothers. A job goes wrong and it's his fault. This is unfortunate, of course, but it was something that was completely unavoidable. He had no way to prevent this foul misdeed from occurring while they were trying to pull off their kill!
Observation, Observation, Observation!: Clearly observing the target is important to him. He truly wouldn't have it any other way either! This step is simply something that needs to be done. If he doesn't understand his target, there is no way for him to possibly take them down.
You are Different from the Rest: This mare is strange to him. She has been welcomed into the herd, but she still sticks out like a sore thumb. He has already decided that he wants to get closer to her and figure out what makes her tick...
Gardening 101: Teaching little ones gardening skills is something that he has been looking forward to for a while! Though the little ones are not part of his own herd, he teaches them proper technique and how to identify simple plant life.
The Soul of it All: His brother Inari and himself are going out to perform a ceremony. Shiro isn't sure what kind of ceremony it actually is yet, but he made sure to quickly pack anything and everything that they might need and hightailed it out of there to make their appointment!
Done Username: Kara Asumie Name: Mao | 舞桜 Name meaning: From Japanese 舞 (ma) "dance" combined with 桜 (ou) "cherry blossom". Gender: Demisexual | Male | DMAB Speciality: Tracker, Giving Blessings, Singing Personality: This boy has a few issues. Those issues is a case of multiple personality disorder. Depending on the personality that is out is what job he is taking at the moment. He has one for singing , dancing, and giving blessings. Then another for tracking, hunting, and killing. There are two of him in one. The other goes by a different name even it is out. Ken, 健. Meaning strong. Ken is the hunter, tracker, and killer. Mao is the dancer, singer, and the one that gives blessing. So this is more like a slit personality then truly multiple. As there is only two of them.
With two personalities it is hard for him to truly get along with those outside from his brothers. Ken hates everyone but blood family and Mao is unsure about those outside of the herd. Mao is the main personality and is out more then Ken is. So those that don't know about this issue of his end up confused when he switches. Prompt: Six. | Poem about Mao
Whispers floating around me. As darkness comes surrounding. All that is sweet. Sucking it away into the abyss. Demonic voices fill my mind. Though I scream. I can not hide. My head exploding. While thy heart is squeezed. Something yelling. KILL KILL KILL Everything that moves. Whispers floating around me. Is this me or someone else? Do I wish this? Can I feel the heat of someone else? Inside me deeply this other sleeps.
Future Plots? ♥♥ Helping the Sister Herd. ♥♥♥♥ This is where Daisuke of Moeru Yoake no Junjo "燃える夜明けの順序" needs help with something troublesome.
That is the only one right now seeing I am better at RPing off the top of my head then Plotting. But I would love to grow at plots. Do you agree to the conditions?: I do!!
Username: Zaikt. Name: 神託 - Shintaku Name meaning: Oracle. Gender: DMAB demigirl - commonly uses feminine pronouns, though gender neutral ones are just as common. Speciality: Rituals and ceremonies, particularly those involving the dead. She's quite good with funerals, but she'll gladly attend to whatever other ritual needs her attention--another of her favorites is fortune-telling of a few different sorts, and she's skilled with divination as well. Personality:Veiled. She is the calm before the storm, the approaching feeling of dread wrapped up in quiet, calculating movements and a voice as smooth as silk. Shintaku is always waiting, always watching--she's highly opportunistic and very much driven to her own motivations, but they're a mystery to most everyone until the exact moment she chooses to strike. Anything she does is behind the scenes, conducted with absolute secrecy; if she can help it, nobody that doesn't need to know will have any idea there's anything going on, and that's precisely how she likes it. Shintaku does not pull the strings directly, however--she operates a very careful network of those few beholden to her that do her bidding without the slightest doubt. However, if one of them make a mistake--well, Shintaku has no problems with getting her claws dirty.
While she is grace and elegance in what she does, Shintaku is best likened to water. She appears even and smooth on the surface, but underneath is where the danger truly lies. She possesses a hair-trigger temper, and this can cast ripples across an otherwise placid appearance. Shintaku can rise from a pleasant stream to a raging ocean surprisingly fast, and her temper has been known to be deadly--in rumors, of course. She is very careful to doctor her reputation as needed, and any who would openly speak ill of her find themselves quickly unable to speak at all if they're lucky. She is a very efficient killer when collected, although her precision stumbles when her temper's been roused. Shintaku holds no remorse for her actions or regret for those she punishes or even kills--they've clearly done something to earn it, after all. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place. Morality is almost nonexistent for her, though Shintaku follows the edicts of Inari and the wishes of her other siblings to the letter. Despite this, she still holds a high respect for life, and does her best to send it off to the afterlife in the best way possible.
Her interests are undoubtedly morbid, and Shintaku won't even try to deny this. She is the ferrywoman of the dead in more ways than one, and presides over funerals with care and the utmost attention to detail. She has her own rituals to honor those that she kills in their own way, and these are highly private affairs that afford no spectators besides those closest to her. Shintaku takes something physical from each kill, though by no means to be used as a trophy--these remnants will be the center of her ritual for the kill, and will be destroyed in the process. Shintaku still takes part in the weekly planting of the seeds, and has never missed an instance of this. Beyond her professional interest in death, Shintaku seeks to understand it to the fullest extent. She studies injuries and bones, and could actually be a fairly decent healer if she so chose--her skills are far more appropriate to the dead than they are the living, however. She would absolutely love to be able to perform an autopsy or two, but as of yet has not had the opportunity.
Prompt:Prompt Five.
They are...curious.
They see me, and I can feel their eyes begin to follow my every movement. They know not what they view, and I have no doubt that their ideas of me are idle fantasies, wisps of what could be swirling around in their heads like the morning fog. One step, one bow, one spin--they were not expecting such grace, but that is their own fault. What do they take me for now, I wonder? The dance has already begun, and I follow its motions with practiced ease. They're amazed, staring awestruck as I go--I'd laugh were I not busy. The looks on their faces are delicious, some even showing a glint of hunger in their eyes as I flow past them. Interesting. That one seems to be harboring less than pure thoughts. Do they not know to keep themself restrained? They should learn.
I've done this so many times before, but it never grows old. Interacting with these outsiders is--exhilarating, in a way. They're so...different, so much rougher; their lives are wild cacophony, a blaring of voices and colors that makes no sense, but still draws the eye. It's a mirror to me and my own, opposites that meet at the edges and dance around each other without ever truly blending. They would almost be appealing were it not for the darker underbelly they try their best to hide, and I can see traces of it even now among my audience. The way the mare in the second row is looking at another in the first, as if her glance could cast daggers--there is much hatred there, raw and burning. I've seen that same fire before in the eyes of many as they spill their vitriol, angry words boiling forth and asking, demanding that we give them the vengeance they believe they deserve.
I watch them from behind many masks, as I always have. Tonight, I am a dancer, a spectacle, a twisting figure wrapped in visions and hearsay--tomorrow, I may return for one of this number wearing the face of death itself. These outsiders are unpredictable and unstable, and while I have no trouble performing for them, I could never intermingle with them. There's too many uncertainties and hidden motives, though I would be foolish to say that I am not similar. Change is my nature, but I have the benefit of structure to guide me. Outsiders grow wild and unruly, like trees left to spread. Sometimes, these branches must be cut. It would be my honor to prune them.
Soon, my dance is at its close, and I finish with one final flourish before easing into a bow. It is more than they deserve, but this is a ritual in and of itself--an unspoken contract between performer and audience, and I will deliver my end of the bargain. We will see what tomorrow brings, and what face I will present to these outsiders then.
Future Plots? Perhaps Shintaku could learn how to be a healer from somebody! While this wouldn't exactly teach her much compassion so to speak, it'd be a good angle for character development--she'd have to put her skills to a different purpose, and being under somebody else's orders would be interesting for her, being that she's normally the one calling the shots. Beyond that, I'd love to see her actually try to understand the outsiders she's dealing with. Anyone outside of the herd is a mystery to her, and one that she treats with either scorn or restrained intrigue--she's not going to drop her guard around whoever it is she's dealing with, but getting some more information on those that aren't in her herd is absolutely not a bad idea anyway. Do you agree to the conditions?: Yes. ಠ ◡ಠ
Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 1:38 pm
I've added everyone to the list up to this point. heart
Username: Yushika Name: Ren 恋 Name meaning: Romance, love. Gender: Male Speciality: Healing and marriage/childbirth/death rituals Personality: If one could only use one word to describe Ren, it would be soft. Everything he does is fluid, graceful, and gentle. His words are wise, his actions are true, and his love is pure. Do not let this fool you; he is not weak, nor is he passive. His body and words may deceive you, but he is a stallion who will easily defend himself and his people.
Ren is a peaceful sort. He doesn't argue much, and when he does it's with a quiet tone that never rises despite how frustrated he may become, and words that never lean on the cruel side. He's honest and will deliver his thoughts on a subject gracefully, careful not to offend or come off condescending. When not on a mission or performing rituals he is most often found preparing tea or meditating. He believes strongly in peace and harmony amongst all living beings, and as such tends to find those who are more volatile or selfish to be irksome, deliberately avoiding them if he can.
He is also studious. He spends a great deal of time practicing the skills of his brothers. He does not aspire to surpass them, but rather learn what it is they love so dearly to further deepen his bond with his family. He believes, strongly, that the only way to truly understand someone is to step in their hooves and experience what it is that they hold dear to them. He also spends plenty of time honing his own skills, often boring those around him due to his inability to unfocus when he's training.
Ren is a lover, and holds certain beliefs about love close to his heart. He believes the only way to truly love someone is to sacrifice your own selfish whims and think for the better of them, even if the choice needed is a hard one. This means he is more then willing to sacrifice himself or even the chance to ever see his loved ones if it meant their safety. Romantic love is also a long process when it comes to Ren, as well. Should he ever fall in-love it must be with someone he already possess' a deep connection with, and it is only based on his connection and not appearance. His love for all things living and the connections between soquili have inspired him to do rituals.
Amongst the brothers Ren is a fatherly sort, often fretting over them quietly and assuring they eat and sleep well. He has taken up healing and become quite skilled at this due to his affection for his siblings, and is the go-to medic amongst the herd. He is firm when it comes to ones health and will use a rare and stern tone if someone within the herd does not properly take care of themselves. He is not one to debate with when it comes to their well-being.
While he is loving, compassionate, a healer, and much more, he is also a killer, just like his siblings. He does not shy from death, as it is a necessary end to all living beings, but he also does not inflict pain when killing. His actions are swift, precise, and merciful. This can be altered should his target have done such a heinous crime, as he is only a man and not a god. He too experiences anger and, just like anyone else, will succumb to it at times. In fact, one huge negative trait of his is his inability to forgive those who have wronged someone he loves, or a child. He will turn his back on any living soul who has done such a crime.
It should be noted that he only wears his mask on missions, and he becomes a completely different stallion when doing so. He is calculative, mute, and focused, not allowing anything to disturb his mission.
Prompt:
Preferred method of killing.
It was his turn.
Ren had accepted his mission with a bow, eyes downcast as the other took their leave. That evening was a solemn one, spent alone as his siblings understood his process when given a mission. He was to be left alone until he returned, and no other method would do. That night he cleaned his blade and prepared a cloth, stowing it away under his yukata with grace. His mask was set on-top of the cloth, waiting. His sleep was peaceful and still, and not a soul glanced at him as he left. He preferred it this way. The herd had, long ago, learned he became a different stallion on the job; the Ren they loved would return soon. This man, however, was a stranger, and so it was meant to be.
The travel was long but swift. He had trained his endurance well enough to make the trip in one day. He didn't give a glance to those traveling near him, hiding his existence behind trees and his own stealth. He arrived that night, and without a doubt he headed forward, locating his target.
He waited, hours passing as his target conversed and meandered amongst others. He did not move, watching stoically. Finally, the time came, and his target was alone.
His footsteps were soft, leaving not a sound. Hooves were troublesome, and he was gifted with paws that could bend and flex to ensure the grass welcomed him silently. His movements were quick, and without a whisper of a noise his blade slid across soft flesh, and his target collapsed, life gone far before it had met the ground. He bowed, giving a prayer before removing the cloth he had stowed away and flicking it over the body, covering it. He did nothing else, leaving the body to be found as he turned and silently left the way he came.
When he returned home no one glanced his way. He slipped into his den and stripped down, leaving the mask for last. He was not yet Ren, not until he could wash the evening off. His bath was short, and when he returned to the herd a soft, familiar smile rested on his face. His family approached, and merry voices could be heard as they helped him dressed.
Ren had returned.
Future Plots? To be honest, I'm not sure. He inspires me, and greatly so. I want to RP him and have him develop and his muse to tell me what he wants, which requires RP. However, I have a few ideas:
Find someone injured during an outing to find medical herbs, and help them. He will give a false name, and perhaps meet this character several times to establish a deep bond. Stumble upon a basket or foal with the mask on. His mind literally warps when he is sent on a mission. Ren becomes someone else, and this version of himself is both mute and focused. He cannot see past his mission. I want him to find this foal or basket and have this intense moment where he just stares, mind blank before with great effort he makes a move to take the child. If on a mission, he'd place the basket somewhere safe, or if it's a child indicate they must stay somewhere far from his target, and then he'll return and mutely take them back to the herd. Once the mask is off he'll suddenly address the child with a smile and adopt them. I want him to have a target that is a young mare or young stallion. Someone who, briefly, causes him to stumble. He'd spend longer on this mission, spending multiple days trailing after them to discover what they've done to cause such an order. Ideally, I want this young character to actually be someone heinous, and eventually causes the masked Ren to strike. Even while masked his love for children will linger, and the struggle to harm someone only just barely an adult would deeply effect him. This will harden the masked Ren and make him unlikely to stumble again.
Do you agree to the conditions?: Absolutely!
Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 12:00 am
Username:Niyaru Delacroix Name: Daiki Name meaning:From Japanese 大 (dai) "large, great" combined with 輝 (ki) "radiance", 樹 (ki) "tree" or 貴 (ki) "valuable, noble". Kanji - 大輝 - Daiki - large/great radiance Gender: Speciality: Protector, Practitioner of ceremonies, babysitter and hunter/gatherer Personality: Daiki or Dai for short is kind, tries to be understanding, soft-spoken, and can be easily pleased with small gestures of love, kindness, acknowledgement and appreciation. He means well and has good intentions but his emotions often get the better of him. Dai likes to be spontaneous, and childish at times. He finds himself getting easily jealous either due to his nature or just the feeling of being left behind when it comes to his brothers. One of his main goals is to try and do everything that he possibly can think of to be on equal standing both emotionally and physically. He wants to be more mature and have better esteem about himself; he wants to be as stoic, traditional, warm, professional, and skilled like his brothers but in his own way. He often feels as though he is three different personalities in one body. There is the normal ‘him’ which is how he behaves and acts around his brothers and the others. Then there is the personality that shows itself when he is around the children and is babysitting. He is childish, silly and loves to play games with the foals. He likes to joke and have fun with the young ones, no cares or concerns. His only responsibility is to make sure they are happy, healthy, protected and taken care of until he is relieved. Once his shift is over, he goes back to his “normal” self though he does feel a sort of sadness for a bit. When he is protector, he is serious, on guard and likes to believe that his senses are on high alert. In his mind he will stop at nothing to defend his brothers and the others regardless the danger. He will either fight until his last dying breath or until the threat is removed. He will not stop being protective/protector until one or the other takes place. Practitioner and hunter, he tries to pay close attention and learn all the he needs to know in order to be efficient and worthy of praise. However, being insecure and having low self-esteem, he tends to takes words and actions of others towards him to mind and heart more than he should. This will often lead to him feeling hurt and he will distance himself. Dai comes back around and will be his normal self though it takes a bit of time for him to heal/get over it. Concerning relationships outside of the family, he doesn’t really have any experience with them, his heart is almost on overload as it is with his family and other members. As his mind wonders about relationships and how he could possibly handle one, a strong bond would definitely be required. He’s not sure as to if the fear of being left behind is strictly only his brothers or if it is in general. Prompt:
Prompt Six – I have a love life?!
As his blue eyes looked at him, they were an instant reminder of that day. It was a day that he was out gathering various herbs and plants, the sky was crystal blue. It was on this day that he first laid eyes on him; it was something he would never be able to forget. The sound of an apple being bit in half caught his attention, when he looked around to see where it was coming from, it was then that he noticed the blue eyes looking his direction.
Dai’s heart started to beat faster once he realized that the other might be able to see him, his fear was confirmed when they started to get closer to him. It wasn't that he was afraid but he didn't like the feeling that he had when he made eye contact with blue eyes. It wasn't a feeling of danger but it was one that he was unfamiliar with and he didn't like it at all, didn't trust it. Before he could think twice about his actions, he left the area and returned back home.
As the memory faded from his mind, he smiled at Aoi, more than happy that they had met on more than one occasion. He wasn't sure if it was just him, Aoi or fate itself at hand but he saw Aoi a lot more after that one encounter. There were numerous times that Dai asked Aoi about it but came up empty. It was either a really highly guarded secret or he really didn't have anything to do with it. Dai couldn't blame him for keeping it a secret if he did know something, it did take a really long time for them to become close and even longer to care about each other. Though if you were to ask Aoi about the whole tale, he would tell you differently.
Dai thought back to how he behaved at the start of the friendship; cautious and anxious, protective and on guard. He wasn't going to let someone hurt him, his brothers or anyone else they were in charge of at the time. As they grew closer, learned more about each other, and spent more time together; Dai had to keep more and more information from him that he wanted to share. He had come a long way since the beginning. A strong bond was formed between them having started as friends and slowly growing into something more. He was almost someone else when he was with Aoi. Overprotective, confident, flirty, ambitious in the way of desiring nothing but happiness and safety for him, and can be a bit playful. He likes to make jokes and have fun with Aoi, always in good spirits around him. Daiki came back to the present and nuzzled Aoi affectionately, enjoying the indescribable feeling whenever hes around him. Aoi shared the affection and then nipped at his ear playfully, it was his sign that he wanted to play and be silly. Daiki followed behind him playfully nipping after his long tail, the sun high in the sky and a soft breeze blowing through the meadow.
--Daiki's comments-- If you were to ask me back then if I would ever be in love, I'd probably scoff and say something like yeah right or no way. It is such a strange and odd feeling to feel the way I do. Aoi brings so much light, life and color into my world, it's strange. It's almost as if he is what I've been missing out on up until we found each other? Aside from Aoi, my brothers keep my life entertaining beyond belief. I love the variety among us not just in personality but in specialties as well. We each are good at something or have something in common with one another. It's awesome to be able to spend time with one of them while doing something that is fun or enjoyable.
Future Plots? -Ceremony Rp with Inari -How to kill 101 -Hunting/Gathering with Akira -Babysitting with Akira (First time, his child side comes out to play xD) -Be a man! (Yuuta tries to man Dai up only for it to get weird and awkward when yuu tries to teach him his womanizer ways and such, or tries to get him a "one night stand" in efforts to man him up) -That doesn't go there!!!! O-O (Tarou and Yuuta team up with the womanizer and seduction lessons trying in one last ditch effort to help Daiki out only for him to question them in the end and what is really out there...) -Uhmmm- (After gathering unknown plants and herbs, he goes to Hibiki seeking help on identifying them and turning them into something useful...possibly gaining additional knowledge from it - potion making, poison, etc?)
--LOTS and LOTS of family RP!!! biggrin ((Missions, stealth, ceremonies, etc, etc)) --Romance RP <3 <3 --Growth RP -- Personality growing slowly over time --DRAMA biggrinbiggrin WE all love it just won't admit it <3 ((Fighting, chaos, oh the love triangles! biggrin)) Do you agree to the conditions?: Of course I do! :3
Username: Lunadriel Name: Shiori 詩織, or Shiori 撓. Either can work for the tag. Name meaning: When identifying as a female, it's a combination of the characters "poem" and "weave". When identifying as a male, it means "lithe, bending" and has a different kanji; lithe means thin, supple, and graceful. Either will be appropriate to address Shiori. Gender: Bigender, straight. (Identifies as female and male, but is attracted to females exclusively.) Speciality: Dance Teacher, Practitioner of Ceremonies, and his own style of performance killing. Personality:
Shiori is both a Drag King, and a Drag Queen. When he dresses like a female geisha, he is more male. When she is carrying out a hit, dressed as a warrior, she identifies more as female. Shiori likes to challenge the restrictions of gender normalcy, and prove that a female can be just as strong as any male, and a male, can be just as delicate as a female. He takes both gender identities to the extreme, and expects to be treated like a lady or a man, depending on the job. He takes pride in dressing the part, and pays attention to every detail. Shiori can slip from he to she, at any time, and will sometimes do so, mid conversation.
Shiori also has a rare dance form, that can be used to assassinate someone with both precision and art. This is the only time he will carry out a hit, as a male. He will dress as a geisha, and perform a dance in front of the person he is hired to kill. By the end of the dance, he will use a poison laced fan, to kill them. His final dance moves, slicing the fan across his victim. This fine art of killing, is much more expensive, and only done by request of respected clients. Shiori is not above turning down the money, if he thinks the hit isn't worth his skill.
He takes pride in teaching his dance to others. The dance of a geisha, and the fine art of seduction, through subtly, beauty, and grace. This will not be the same as the dancing used to kill. That is a finer art, and he teaches it to no one.
As a practitioner of ceremonies, he can be tasked with performing many different types of important arts and ceremonies. Even if it's a ceremony he is unfamiliar with, he will study up on it, and eagerly perform the request. This expands his skills as a practitioner.
Romantically, he likes mares, but would only ever accept a mare that is attracted to him as a male, and a female.
All in all, his personality can be very confusing. It takes someone close to him, to know what's going on.
Prompt:
Prompt #1 Today was a day to carry out a hit. Shiori hung her mask and obi, and donned her mask. With careful eyes, she glanced over her display of different weapons. Venom seeds, a kunai, poison darts, a red katana, a geisha fan. None of these called to her though, as she knew today's hit required something that would give a slow death. She raised her chin and squinted her eyes beneath the white mask. Yes. The Ungaikyo would do. The swift fox picked up the purple hand mirror, and dropped it into a canvas bag. The mirror was dangerous if exposed to the wrong victim.
Carrying the bag in her mouth, like a soft, moist kill, she moved towards her mark. Shiori was unseen and hidden in the shadows of the approaching midnight. She knew exactly where to go. The whole assassination had been prepared for the past three days, as she watched the schedule of the young master. Her target, a prince to a growing herd of ancient kalona.
After arriving to the tent of the prince, Shiori slipped in, unawares to anyone else around.
"Who goes there?" the prince called.
Setting the satchel down below the young foals feet, Shiori gave a deep bow. "A lone fox your majesty, with a gift for the wise prince."
The princes eyes perked. He did like gifts! "A gift?" he said with excitement and came down from his bed with a flick of his spaded tail.
"If it pleases the master, my gift to you, is a glimpse at your future." Shiori continued the act, by furthering her bow. "He need only look in the mirror I have brought, and he will see his future as a mighty king!"
"Hmm." This gift didn't seem very cool to the little prince, but his curiosity was peaked. "Why are you wearing a mask?" Even curiosity didn't prevent him from being careful.
"I am not permitted to look at the Masters future, and thus, I must shield my eyes." retorted Shiori.
"Well, go on then, show me." he waived towards the fox.
"Yes, My Prince." Eyes like razors gazed at him from beneath the mask as he plunged into the bag and pulled out the purple mirror.
Shiori held the mirror up for the prince. Slowly, the young foal walked over to the purple mirror. With some hesitance, he looked at the looking glass. As soon as his eyes gazed in the mirror, a white light flashed from it's surface. The only reflection, that of the princes eyes going white, and his mouth gaping wide. After a moment, the deed was done.
The prince sucked his teeth as he came back around from a daze, remembering nothing. "I saw nothing. Be gone, before I call the guards!"
Without another word, Shiori put the mirror back in the bag, and vanished. The prince did in fact, see his future. Nothingness, is all he would know. For once he reached the age of an adult, he would disappear into the mirrors world, forever.
Ancient folklore tells of the Ungaikyo mirror. Only the Kitsunekuma Herd know the stores are not a myth, and it is a closely guarded secret. It's curse, working only on the young, like the unsuspecting prince, set to spend his reign...in the mirror world.
Future Plots? I would rather enjoy any interaction between the brothers! Perhaps a meta event where they have a big traditional ceremony, in which they perform for the locals who come to pay respects to them? I think it would be a blast. =D There could be story telling, dancing, and other festival type things.
I'm also very interested in plots where Shiori could display his differences, gender wise. He's very level headed about those that are curious about his gender. However, he can loose his patience with someone, if he has to explain his status more than once. Or they disrespect him in anyway.
A plot with a stallion that pursues him as a female, but doesn't love that he's male too, is a good plot bunny. I want Shiori to be skeptical towards dating, and this would be a good set up for that. It will also be what makes him decide to never date stallions again.
Calling card. What if each of the brothers had a calling card they left at the scene of their assassinations? Not sure if this would be considered leaving evidence. Maybe during spring, they leave a cherry blossom for example? Wouldn't mind mulling this over with you.
Do you agree to the conditions?: Yes, very much so.
Updating the list up to here. Remember you have until the 18th July (7am GMT) / 17th July (11pm PST) to edit your entries.
I will be copying and pasting them over after this time so any changes will not be accepted. The list will change as you edit your entries.
Thank you all so far for entering.
Lunadriel
Male geisha were also a thing at a time so makes sense. 3nodding [ /spoiler]
Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 9:30 am
Username: Angelique DelaMort Name: 勝 Katsu Name meaning: Katsu means victory Gender: Male Speciality: Inspiring speeches - Katsu has a way with words. He enjoys poetry and finds peace and enlightenment thought striving to find the best words to describe the natural wonders of the world around him. He knows there are no words for somethings like the deepest stirrings of emotion or vast and endless miracles of nature that mere mortals can only shudder before - yet he will try to find some that are marginally appropriate. With a flair for dramatic speech Katsu is most at home when he is acting and putting on a persona for any variety of situations including entertainment and espionage. However he would like everyone to know he is available to write speeches, poems, and sweet words of nothing for any of his clans folk for any occasion. Really. Just ask him. And he Swears they will gain some of his victorious airs when you empty his words (yet experience has till now not supported this assertion with conclusive proof).
Personality: Katsu’s personalty is a little difficult to pin down even for those who know him well. As a showman he will put on any number of airs depending on the situation. He can be solemn and consoling to a friend with heartache or he can be boisterous and bold as they set forth on a mission. One thing that does not change for Katsu is his unwavering optimism. he truly believes things will work out in the end and giving up or any form of surrender is not part of his incredibly vast lexicon. Katsu’s affections once won over are also eternal - he is the soul of loyalty and will fiercely protect those he considers his own. He employed his ceremonial garb as part of his performance and will hide his face behind a mask when it suits his purpose, though those that know him well can count on sincerity within his eyes even when they can’t see them.
Prompt:
Tell us about how they like to complete their jobs, what are their favourite methods and tools of the trade? Do they use tools? Or do they just use their claws? How do they dispose of the body or do they not bother to dispose of it?
Write out a passage in character displaying this. ((Make sure to not make it too gory for the soquili guild if you like it gory thank you. Remember, efficiency is encouraged, but not always required.))
Kastu looked for any sign of his brothers once they had infiltrated the establishment. For any normal assassin it would have been…difficult. Tall walls, numerous guards, and even a number of canines were used to secure the perimeter both outside and inside the compound. Admittedly it was not the Easiest job for the Kitsunekuma either…but they were not sought out for easy jobs. They were established as the best in their particular business and each of them would do all in their power to ensure that they lived up to that reputation this night.
Katsu knew Inari had reviewed the plan with them extensively and that Yuuta had already scouted out the location - that’s they were all here to initiate a type of blitz attack - hit them hard and send them into a frenzy before they even knew the Kitsunekuma were there. It was all planned out to the most extreme detail with attack commencing only upon the signal from Inari. Until then, they would get into position using their kitten born stealth before unleashing their kuma strength to obliterate the enemy.
However the stealth part of their mission was proving somewhat difficult as the skies which had been overcast and full of dark clouds throughout the day and early evening had chosen that hour to finally clear out to reveal a stunning full moon. While Katsu would have been pleased any other night to stare at her radiance and wax poetic, they had a job to do and their target would be moving on in the morning. No time to regroup or strategize a new plan, they could only employ their considerable talents and failing that, improvise. That opportunity for improvisation came quicker than Katsu might have imagined as he heard one of the canine sentries begin to bark wildly and then was suddenly silent. There was no tell-tale yelp to indicate the animal’s distress, though he knew the guards would be suspicious if they were half as good as they were supposed to be. Turns out they were better than that.
Within moments the wall was flooding with soldiers ready to protect their charge. A pity, Katsu thought crouching low into the shadows timing their movements. He had a great reverence for live and an even greater respect for those who committed themselves fully to a task or purpose as these souls had. He would pay homage to them by ensuring their deaths were quick.
When the moment was right and a small group of guards had stopped in the pool of light just beyond Katsu’s cloaking shadow he struck, quick and light on his paws he dispatched them with stealthy blows, using his claws to shred throats before more than a gasp could escape. From his position he was able to eliminate first the two most rear guards before their leader turned to him and met the same feat. Katsu frowned slightly seeing the warriors draw in shuddering final breaths. He had been meaning to speak with Hibiki and Akira about identifying a plant whose poison could coat his claws and bring death that much quicker to those that fell before him. The killing he did not mind, he just hated to do such a sloppy job of it.
Amidst the fray he heard Inari give the signal and knew he had mere moments to report to the epicenter of the structure where their target, surely awake by now, would be awaiting death. They would bring it swiftly. Perhaps when this was all done they could burn the structure and release all the sports within to find their new path, besides, it would be difficult to give all of the warriors a proper burial as he preferred while still making a steadfast escape. Regardless, he knew their planting ceremony would be extensive this week, yet as always balance would be restored and life would go on in its own way.
Future Plots? Katsu would like to talk with plant master Akira and potion master Hibiki to look into more effective ways of killing. He would also like to help his fellow herd mates woo the lovely stallion or mare of their choosing (he just loves using his pouty to help others) Lots of training plots - either Katsu improving his own abilities or him wanting to help his brothers hone their skills or even helping the youngest members of the herd learn the basic I would love to see Katsu in plots that challenge his optimism, dark moments and how he and those around him approach those situations
Username: Wasteland Wyvern and Kaya Wolf Moon (We would co-own should we win) Name: 遼一 Ryouichi Name meaning: Distant One Gender: Male (Bisexual) Speciality: 1.) Method Acting 2.) Flower Arrangement 3.) Koi Pond Keeper Personality: All anyone ever needs to know about Ryouichi is that he is cold and detached. The only ones he even remotely cares about are his brothers. How and why he became so detached is a story known only amongst the brothers and the only solace Ryouichi receives is through his flower arrangement, his prized fish, and killing. To seek more knowledge about Ryouichi is akin to inviting The Reaper for sake. It is not something you do. Prompt:
Prompt 6: The Last Mission
Ryouichi stood silently before his brothers. The room darkened and filled with candles.
Inari spoke first, "Care to tell us about your last mission now?" Ryouichi nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, I suppose it is time..."
He had been groomed as an assassin since his birth, same as all his brothers, and he had learned from the beginning that feelings and emotions needed to be cut off from the jobs he would perform. It would be easier going into them cold and heartless as most outcomes were unpleasant and always lead to death. The first few missions he'd completed had been difficult, but over time he had mastered not only his skills but the walls around his heart.
When a new Kalona recruit joined their ranks those walls came tumbling down with no warning. The fact that he assumed their budding relationship was forbidden made it all the sweeter and before he knew it she had him, heart and soul. There would never be another, he was convinced, that would make him feel so alive and free.
He looked up at Inari, his mask hiding his expression and said, "She was a marvel... Tough, wicked, and with eyes that gleamed like justice. Everything I thought I'd desired."
"And you fell in love...?" Inari finished, the words questioning.
"Alessa was special brother... I thought I had closed off my heart but she touched something within me, and it was frightening." His words were a bare whisper, fading into silence as he relived that night.
His partner for the mission, Caro, came to his room with a grim expression, "My friend we need to talk."
Ryouichi looked up from sharpening the blade, held in his mouth, disturbed by this disruption of his pre-assassination ritual. He needed to clear his thoughts and focus on the task at paw. Anything else was a distraction and could prove fatal to him and his team. Setting down the blade he spoke. "Is now such a good time Caro? We must leave in a few minutes when the merchant closes his store."
"It's about Alessa." Caro said trying to catch a glimpse of feeling in the assassin's eyes.
"Oh?" He did his best to remain stoic and non-expressive, thinking his relationship with Alessa to still be unknown.
Caro stood before him and gave him the news as direct as possible, "She accepted a bribe from the target, told him of our plans. He will be expecting us this evening..."
He behaved as if the news were nothing to him, but his heart began to race pounding heavily in his chest. "If you are certain, then she must pay the price for her treachery. Bring her here."
Caro nodded and went to exit the room but not before sparing a glance at Ryouichi to see if he would make further comment.
He didn't.
"Alessa begged me not to kill her, with tears in her eyes, she told me that she loved me and had not betrayed us. I laughed in her face and said even if it were true that I didn't care."
"But that wasn't true." Inari could tell by the tone of Ryouichi's voice.
"I convinced myself it was." He said solemnly, "Caro cut her throat and I watched her bleed as she stared at me. I spat on her for betraying the herd."
The merchant walked the streets with a head full of the notion that he was untouchable. His numerous guards flanking him as he strode toward the alley, already knowing what was about to take place. He had been tipped off by one of his numerous spies, knew of the impending assassination attempt, and walked arrogantly into the trap.
No amount of planning could have prepared the merchant for what was to come. His death was swift, his guards killed quickly by the two skilled assassins sent to honor the contract on his life. The sound of steel and teeth tearing flesh echoed, swallowed by screams and finally silence.
"When Caro and I had finally assassinated the merchant we found the true source of his information. Alessa had not betrayed us after all." He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat as the words came. "I wanted to tell you what I had done. About my mistake..." He looked up at his brothers but more specifically at Inari. "I was afraid, of what you would think of me..." A silent tear slipped down his cheek under the mask, for his foolishness but more for Alessa and all that they would never discover together. He silently awaited his brothers words.
"I, we, understand. You are dismissed Ryouichi, but ensure this never happens again." His words turned stern and Ryouichi nodded almost imperceptibly before turning and walking away.
His gaze steeled, no he would never let something like this happen again.
Future Plots? N/A, We dislike plotting far in advance. Do you agree to the conditions?: Hai!
Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 6:25 am
Updating up to here! Please remember that entries with no prompt or an unfinished prompt will not be considered as a valid entry!
Competition closes for entries tomorrow night!
Wasteland Wyvern
Thank you for telling me about the co-own in advance, considering it's sort of counted as a half proxy in this case. Who gets RP rights? Fling me a PM. <3
Username: musicaloner7 Name: Taiki { 大輝 } or Shirou { 四郎 } leaning more towards Taiki Name meaning: "large, great", "radiance, shine " | or | fourth son Gender: Male Speciality: Intel gathering, strong observational skills, advice giving?, gardening/plant care, first aid. Personality: { Will be using Taiki for the time being, just for names sake }
Taiki is rather reserved, and stoic in demeanor, preferring to hang back and watch, rather than be the center of attention. He likes to absorb information being provided before making any sort of action or contribute vocally. This isn't to say he's shy, far from it, but he's not the type to do anything without thorough thinking. Not to be mistaken for being slow to on the uptake, his decision making can happen in quick, split minute moments, especially when on the job. Intelligence is something he relies heavily on, and uses a great deal, finding various angles and perspectives on any given situation he comes upon.
Many might say he's too serious for his own good, as most jokes or obvious social ques can sometimes go right over his head. He takes most anything literally. But when corrected, or explained the true meaning of something, this can lead him to becoming adorably flustered and apologetic for his lack of understanding. Repeated apologies will most likely follow. Manners, and dignity are high on his list of priorities, always keeping to his word, and only lying when necessary. { aka. when on the job, or something similar. } Most of the time he's blunt, and won't hold back when responding to any kind of question aimed his way; no matter how delicate or sensitive the subject. Sometimes this can cause him to seem inconsiderate, but learning of social norms, and manners are something he's slowly trying to understand.
Being a man of his word is also very important to him. If he's made a promise or deal with you, he will follow through with it... unless you should sully the agreement in some way or another. He will not honor any sort of backing out or tarnishing of exchanged words. However, thanks to observation within his herd, he is aware of cunning/tricky deals, and will sometimes weave along with them just to get a person trapped in their own web of words.
Overall, he likes to be relied on. And he has a strong caring side to him, that makes him paternal to a fault at times. He's quite protective, and caring especially towards his siblings, often making sure they are doing alright, keeping well fed, and tending to any wounds or illnesses they may gain. Sometimes he can be a bit overbearing too, tending to lecture about decisions others have done, or are thinking of doing, listing all the possible negative consequences to persuade them. But he means well. Thankfully, if he is frustrated, or bothered about something out of his control to keep from happening, he tends to his gardens and plants which helps calm him.
Prompt:
Prompt 1: Since his first kill, Taiki always preferred the use of his bare claws and fangs when carrying out elimination jobs. Not only a constant reliability, so as to never be lost or compromised, but to feel the very life leave the vessel of his marks with his own being leaves a sense of fulfillment. Other methods had been explored, from throwing knives, to daggers, and traps, but none gave as much satisfaction as did the use of his own born weapons. However, he did not mind using the assistance of concoction or poison from time to time. After all, one always had to be prepared for any sort of circumstances when carrying out a duty.
But that life-altering day, when he felt the surging thrill course through his veins like lightning from ending one of his first targets, remained etched deeply into his very core.
He'd been young, oh so young, and eager to begin his work as an assassin. Training he had undergone had helped him develop what sorts of skills and style were best for him, giving him a healthy sense of confidence going into his missions. Nerves were boiling, bustling, and bumbling like mad underneath his composed, stony features. But years of training and discipline taught him to keep controlled at all times. There was no point carrying out such an important mission if you couldn't keep a tight leash on emotions. The mark had been watched for weeks, pattern outlined and memorized, their migration path through the dense forest of deciduous flora far too easy to map out. They had a smart plan to travel from the slowly dwindling resourced area to the more lush area that lay beyond the stretched powerful stream just further down their route. But... they wouldn't make it there successfully.
It was at night that Taiki made his move, after keep close tabs for the recent days. His paws would grip a little more tightly to the earth beneath them, his breath even more shallow that before as he stalked his prey. Unblinking eyes kept trained on their form, unmoving even for the slightest rustle or disturbance to the foliage around. Each step placed with purpose, and care, making him ghost closer to the oblivious Soquili that grazed so peacefully.
There was a beat of stillness, muscles flexed in preparation, before Taiki sprung into action. Like a bolt of white and rich crimson, he leapt on the back of his target, large paws digging into the thick muscle of the neck base, aiming for vital areas to paralyze his victim. With quick motions he worked, head coming around to grasp the tender throat, before snapping shut with a gut-curdling crunch. It was swift, and effectively done, adrenaline trembling and shooting through his body, as he stayed completely still until the life force drained entirely from his kill. There'd only been the few sounds of the struggle, before it had ended, and his task complete. But the remnants of his action never left, giving him an uncanny delight when ever he pursued other future quests.
Future Plots? { not one to make plots until rps happened, but.. some vague ideas?}
- Sibling interaction would be awesome. <3
- Maybe he and Hibiki could join their interests together sometime. Since Taiki likes to grow plants, and tend to them, he could provide Hibiki with some for his concoctions.
- In general I'd really like for him to become a good sounding board for those who are in need of direction or advice. Maybe he could help with plans, or missions being devised.
- I'd like for him to meet my other assassin characters. Maybe create some sort of alliance with them, where he can gain intel from them, and vice versa { to a degree. Of course he wouldn't expose any sorts of secrets, but would give information on the status of territories or lands. Basically stuff that doesn't jeprodize the secrets of his herd. }
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