The Music and the Muse
02-10-08, 01:10 AM
<Zook Murnig, please. Be harsh.>
Name: Lian Ren
Age: 24
Race: Human <Akashiman>
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 156 lbs
Occupation: Ai'Brone Monk
Personality: Quiet and imaginative, Ren is nothing but respectful and loyal to his order and his duty. He worships the gods of Conflict, though his own personality leans more to finding a peaceful resolution than warfare. This does not make him hesitant to pull his blades when the need arises.
Appearance: While composed of hard, lean athlete's muscle, a Ren all clothed in robes looks slight and at times frail. He is bald, as his order dictates, and always wears the brown robes of a younger, less skilled monk. His face is without lines, and rarely with an expression that can be easily read. His slow emotional reaction to jokes and threats can brand him a simpleton, and it is true in a form. He lacks nothing of the compassion and empathy needed to understand human emotion, but he does lack the understanding of how to express it.
History:
Ren Lian was born a farmer. His father, his grandfather, all the way to as far as anyone could remember the Lians had been farmers. He was raised to take over the family business, spending hours in the fields, learning how to count in practical ways. He learned to read from seed packages, and the one trip to Radasanth that he and his father would take every year to pick up that year's farmer's almanack. As far as culture, he was taught to fear the gods, that dangerous things were in Concordia, that Radasanth was not a place to wander around where the people were both silly and in the grasp of demons like money and booze, and that the only truth was found in soil, rain and sun. On whole, it wasn't a bad raising. When he was fifteen however, the respect for the gods that had been instilled in him since birth was the thing that sent his future and fate hurtling over the edge from the tiny farmhouse table, where it had been set up all his life as carefully as a house of cards.
The whole thing started when he and his family were at temple. With his father, mother, two sisters, eight aunts and uncles and three elders all there as witness, Ren stepped up to light the incense between the totems of Guan-Yin and Guan-Yu. When the fragrance began to fill the room and their prayers were offered up, a voice interrupted the usually routine scene. It was hard to believe at first, difficult for their minds to wrap around, but eventually each and every one of them could do nothing else but admit that it had been the statuette of Ghaun-Yu whose lips were moving, who was uttering out a very short, direct command.
"Lian Ren. Take thyself to the Hall of the Ai'Brone. There you shall find Destiny."
A great wind blew through the temple, even though it was shielded from the elements by paper walls painted with murals of the gods and goddesses depicted therein, and by a grove of great trees around the outside. The incense was blown out, ashes scattered to the ground beneath the burner. The next day, his sisters and mother packed some food for him, and with the blessings of his father and his father's father, he set off for the City of Sin that he had only ever seen five times beforehand. The Citadel was easy to find, and when the Akashiman farmboy showed up at the top of the steps it would seem that he had been expected.
Most of his years were spent studying. His reading skills were honed, and while he pored through books, at the end of rigorous days of toning his body and mind. Ren wasn't the most clever, having always been imaginative yet practical, but his determination made up for the flaws of his personality. He never had ambitions of being one of the monks he had seen pull warriors from death with a single touch, but he still moved on, determined to make his family proud.
And then she came. Into the great Citadel walked a young girl. It wasn't too uncommon to see young women coming to test their mettle, to prove themselves to their fathers and brothers, but when she came in looking so frail, her hands clutching a katana in all the wrong ways, she brought with her the immediate attention of the monks. The older of the order took her in immediately, and it was several days before he heard or saw anything about her again.
It came as a complete surprise to him when he was called into a mentor's room. The first thing he noticed was how wrinkled the orange robes the man was wearing were. It was as if he had been sleeping in them, or just not sleeping, bathing or changing at all. Was he in mourning for something? The truth was soon revealed, his quiet patience awarded. The girl with the katana was sitting in a corner of the room, seemingly pleased with something. She watched Ren as if he were actually interesting to her.
"This woman requires transport to Salvar," came the words of the elder. "You must guarantee that she is given safe guidance to the place that she has need to be." The gravity in the voice of his elder struck, and Ren fell to his knees, bowing low before his mentor.
"I am not worthy!" he stammered, refusing to look up.
"You are a mere apprentice," the elder said kindly. "But she comes from a village not far from yours. The two of you understand much of each other."
"Surely there are far more skilled than me in this place that hail from..." he started, his words coming so quickly that they fell over one another. A harsh sound from the elder silenced him, however. In loyalty, and because he couldn't really see anything else that he could have done, he went about preparing for his journey to Salvar. The mild climate of Corone and the shelter in the Citadel called for robes, but his elders gave him a small allowance of money to purchase what would be needed for Salvar, and the transportation to get there. As he took the gold and the Bazaar coupon, Ren thought to himself that it was the first time he'd held money in his own hands, and the first time he'd be going out of the country, and the first time he'd be around a woman other than his sister.
On whole, the future was a little terrifying.
Skills:
Illusion
Illusion is a staple of the Ai'Brone, and all monks learn that deceiving the eyes is the quickest way of deceiving the mind. The oldest and strongest of the order are able to turn these ethereal visages into reality.
Level 0 Illusion- Ren can call small illusions, no taller than himself and no wider than four feet. These illusions can be cast up to 20 ft. away, but are two dimensional. Moving to the sides even a few feet can allow the eyes to see that they are not real. They are not tangible, and cannot either be felt or submit any kind of force on a living thing. They have no weight. Ren can only keep an illusion visible for 5 minutes, after which it fades away. It will also fade away when his concentration is broken. This is considered an average skill.
First Aide
The order of the Ai'Brone work with all aspects of the war, the hunt and the battle. This includes the aftermath. Monks are reputable healers, attaining at the height of their power the ability to bring warriors back from the gates of heaven or hell and into life and body once more. Whether by stitches and salves, or something found deep within, the Ai'Brone find harmony by being skilled at both combat - the destruction - and healing - the building back of the destroyed.
Level 0 Physical Healing - Ren has a skilled first aide knowledge that encompasses herbal tinctures and salves, wound care, antidotes for both plant and animal poisons of the island of Corone, and Corone-found flora and fauna only. This could be seen as an above average skill.
Level 0 Mental/Spiritual Healing - Ren cannot yet heal a mortal wound. He can speed up the healing process of non-mortal wounds, but only by a significant amount of time when it comes to smaller wounds. A deep scratch, for instance, or a clean cut that didn't injure organs or arteries. This is considered a below average skill.
Weapons Proficiency
Level 0 Katar Skills - While he does have a general strength from his physical conditioning at the Citadel, Ren usually takes his aquisition of knowledge more seriously than his traning with his weapon of choice - the katar, or punching dagger. As a result, his skill with the blades are below average.
Equipment:
Weapons
Gan - A simple katar with a long blade - 7 inches. It has 7 inch side guards to go with it, and the blade is sharp and well maintained on both sides. The blade is made of steel with the grip wrapped in leather.
Ku - A katar with a shorter blade, only 5 inches, and while the blade is sharp on both sides it is also serrated, making for less of a clean cut, with more likelihood of a tear. The flat pane of the blade is also scored with two small shallow engravings - one on each side and situated near to the tip of the katar. They are almost mirror images of the same face, one healthy and the other lined and scarred with disease. The blade is made of steel with the grip wrapped in leather.
Armor
A scaled style breastplate, greaves and bracers all made of leather.
----NPC
Name: Kwanyin Cai
Age: 15
Race: Human <Akashiman>
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 113 lbs
Personality: Talkative, yet secretive, Cai keeps a mysterious image. While it is obvious that her past is scored with many hardships and trials, her demeanor is always optimistic. While she is a very open person in that she will listen and give a chance to any she comes across, her past is a book bound in chains and locks.
Appearance: At 15, Cai looks only a little older than her age. Hard times have taken the youthful roundness from her face, leaving her with lean, sharp features. Nonetheless, she normally wears a small smile, even when relaxed. She wears long sleeved tunics that fall down to her ankles, belted at the waist, her hair usually wrapped in colorful scarves.
Skills: NPC cannot be used in battle, and NPC skills cannot be used in a quest, especially on PCs, unless I have the given consent of other questers.
Lullabye - Cai's voice has a naturally relaxing quality, and a lullaby song can entrance those who hear it and lure them to sleep.
The Blooming Rose - Cai's scream causes a small sonic shock wave to move out from her at every angle up to a radius of 10 feet.
Equipment:
Jyr Syr Bu Yu - A steel katana whose hilt is wrapped in blue silk. It is kept in a black sheathe that is stylized in runes. While the aura of an enchantment can be felt around it, it is as yet unknown what sort of an enchantment it carries.
Name: Lian Ren
Age: 24
Race: Human <Akashiman>
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 156 lbs
Occupation: Ai'Brone Monk
Personality: Quiet and imaginative, Ren is nothing but respectful and loyal to his order and his duty. He worships the gods of Conflict, though his own personality leans more to finding a peaceful resolution than warfare. This does not make him hesitant to pull his blades when the need arises.
Appearance: While composed of hard, lean athlete's muscle, a Ren all clothed in robes looks slight and at times frail. He is bald, as his order dictates, and always wears the brown robes of a younger, less skilled monk. His face is without lines, and rarely with an expression that can be easily read. His slow emotional reaction to jokes and threats can brand him a simpleton, and it is true in a form. He lacks nothing of the compassion and empathy needed to understand human emotion, but he does lack the understanding of how to express it.
History:
Ren Lian was born a farmer. His father, his grandfather, all the way to as far as anyone could remember the Lians had been farmers. He was raised to take over the family business, spending hours in the fields, learning how to count in practical ways. He learned to read from seed packages, and the one trip to Radasanth that he and his father would take every year to pick up that year's farmer's almanack. As far as culture, he was taught to fear the gods, that dangerous things were in Concordia, that Radasanth was not a place to wander around where the people were both silly and in the grasp of demons like money and booze, and that the only truth was found in soil, rain and sun. On whole, it wasn't a bad raising. When he was fifteen however, the respect for the gods that had been instilled in him since birth was the thing that sent his future and fate hurtling over the edge from the tiny farmhouse table, where it had been set up all his life as carefully as a house of cards.
The whole thing started when he and his family were at temple. With his father, mother, two sisters, eight aunts and uncles and three elders all there as witness, Ren stepped up to light the incense between the totems of Guan-Yin and Guan-Yu. When the fragrance began to fill the room and their prayers were offered up, a voice interrupted the usually routine scene. It was hard to believe at first, difficult for their minds to wrap around, but eventually each and every one of them could do nothing else but admit that it had been the statuette of Ghaun-Yu whose lips were moving, who was uttering out a very short, direct command.
"Lian Ren. Take thyself to the Hall of the Ai'Brone. There you shall find Destiny."
A great wind blew through the temple, even though it was shielded from the elements by paper walls painted with murals of the gods and goddesses depicted therein, and by a grove of great trees around the outside. The incense was blown out, ashes scattered to the ground beneath the burner. The next day, his sisters and mother packed some food for him, and with the blessings of his father and his father's father, he set off for the City of Sin that he had only ever seen five times beforehand. The Citadel was easy to find, and when the Akashiman farmboy showed up at the top of the steps it would seem that he had been expected.
Most of his years were spent studying. His reading skills were honed, and while he pored through books, at the end of rigorous days of toning his body and mind. Ren wasn't the most clever, having always been imaginative yet practical, but his determination made up for the flaws of his personality. He never had ambitions of being one of the monks he had seen pull warriors from death with a single touch, but he still moved on, determined to make his family proud.
And then she came. Into the great Citadel walked a young girl. It wasn't too uncommon to see young women coming to test their mettle, to prove themselves to their fathers and brothers, but when she came in looking so frail, her hands clutching a katana in all the wrong ways, she brought with her the immediate attention of the monks. The older of the order took her in immediately, and it was several days before he heard or saw anything about her again.
It came as a complete surprise to him when he was called into a mentor's room. The first thing he noticed was how wrinkled the orange robes the man was wearing were. It was as if he had been sleeping in them, or just not sleeping, bathing or changing at all. Was he in mourning for something? The truth was soon revealed, his quiet patience awarded. The girl with the katana was sitting in a corner of the room, seemingly pleased with something. She watched Ren as if he were actually interesting to her.
"This woman requires transport to Salvar," came the words of the elder. "You must guarantee that she is given safe guidance to the place that she has need to be." The gravity in the voice of his elder struck, and Ren fell to his knees, bowing low before his mentor.
"I am not worthy!" he stammered, refusing to look up.
"You are a mere apprentice," the elder said kindly. "But she comes from a village not far from yours. The two of you understand much of each other."
"Surely there are far more skilled than me in this place that hail from..." he started, his words coming so quickly that they fell over one another. A harsh sound from the elder silenced him, however. In loyalty, and because he couldn't really see anything else that he could have done, he went about preparing for his journey to Salvar. The mild climate of Corone and the shelter in the Citadel called for robes, but his elders gave him a small allowance of money to purchase what would be needed for Salvar, and the transportation to get there. As he took the gold and the Bazaar coupon, Ren thought to himself that it was the first time he'd held money in his own hands, and the first time he'd be going out of the country, and the first time he'd be around a woman other than his sister.
On whole, the future was a little terrifying.
Skills:
Illusion
Illusion is a staple of the Ai'Brone, and all monks learn that deceiving the eyes is the quickest way of deceiving the mind. The oldest and strongest of the order are able to turn these ethereal visages into reality.
Level 0 Illusion- Ren can call small illusions, no taller than himself and no wider than four feet. These illusions can be cast up to 20 ft. away, but are two dimensional. Moving to the sides even a few feet can allow the eyes to see that they are not real. They are not tangible, and cannot either be felt or submit any kind of force on a living thing. They have no weight. Ren can only keep an illusion visible for 5 minutes, after which it fades away. It will also fade away when his concentration is broken. This is considered an average skill.
First Aide
The order of the Ai'Brone work with all aspects of the war, the hunt and the battle. This includes the aftermath. Monks are reputable healers, attaining at the height of their power the ability to bring warriors back from the gates of heaven or hell and into life and body once more. Whether by stitches and salves, or something found deep within, the Ai'Brone find harmony by being skilled at both combat - the destruction - and healing - the building back of the destroyed.
Level 0 Physical Healing - Ren has a skilled first aide knowledge that encompasses herbal tinctures and salves, wound care, antidotes for both plant and animal poisons of the island of Corone, and Corone-found flora and fauna only. This could be seen as an above average skill.
Level 0 Mental/Spiritual Healing - Ren cannot yet heal a mortal wound. He can speed up the healing process of non-mortal wounds, but only by a significant amount of time when it comes to smaller wounds. A deep scratch, for instance, or a clean cut that didn't injure organs or arteries. This is considered a below average skill.
Weapons Proficiency
Level 0 Katar Skills - While he does have a general strength from his physical conditioning at the Citadel, Ren usually takes his aquisition of knowledge more seriously than his traning with his weapon of choice - the katar, or punching dagger. As a result, his skill with the blades are below average.
Equipment:
Weapons
Gan - A simple katar with a long blade - 7 inches. It has 7 inch side guards to go with it, and the blade is sharp and well maintained on both sides. The blade is made of steel with the grip wrapped in leather.
Ku - A katar with a shorter blade, only 5 inches, and while the blade is sharp on both sides it is also serrated, making for less of a clean cut, with more likelihood of a tear. The flat pane of the blade is also scored with two small shallow engravings - one on each side and situated near to the tip of the katar. They are almost mirror images of the same face, one healthy and the other lined and scarred with disease. The blade is made of steel with the grip wrapped in leather.
Armor
A scaled style breastplate, greaves and bracers all made of leather.
----NPC
Name: Kwanyin Cai
Age: 15
Race: Human <Akashiman>
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 113 lbs
Personality: Talkative, yet secretive, Cai keeps a mysterious image. While it is obvious that her past is scored with many hardships and trials, her demeanor is always optimistic. While she is a very open person in that she will listen and give a chance to any she comes across, her past is a book bound in chains and locks.
Appearance: At 15, Cai looks only a little older than her age. Hard times have taken the youthful roundness from her face, leaving her with lean, sharp features. Nonetheless, she normally wears a small smile, even when relaxed. She wears long sleeved tunics that fall down to her ankles, belted at the waist, her hair usually wrapped in colorful scarves.
Skills: NPC cannot be used in battle, and NPC skills cannot be used in a quest, especially on PCs, unless I have the given consent of other questers.
Lullabye - Cai's voice has a naturally relaxing quality, and a lullaby song can entrance those who hear it and lure them to sleep.
The Blooming Rose - Cai's scream causes a small sonic shock wave to move out from her at every angle up to a radius of 10 feet.
Equipment:
Jyr Syr Bu Yu - A steel katana whose hilt is wrapped in blue silk. It is kept in a black sheathe that is stylized in runes. While the aura of an enchantment can be felt around it, it is as yet unknown what sort of an enchantment it carries.