OOC commentary: first time roleplay for Quyen! Not bad at all.
Current Character Description - Quyen
Quyen is an athletic human with blue eyes and black, short, shaggy hair. A pair of goggles at the hairline pushes the hair out of his eyes. He wears a crimson red lab coat from which the sleeves are ripped off. Under the coat he wears a black leather outfit with straps. The right arm is muscled and tattooed with the number "42". The left is replaced by a copper clockwork arm that has four digits and a thumb at the end. Usually Quyen is accompanied by a crossbow and a burning cigarette between the lips.
Current Character Description - Sayoko Densetsu
A young woman with piercing blue eyes in tight leather armor accentuating her body. Ribbons of red, gold and green are tied loosely on her wrists and neck. Her armor is almost white but is really a shade of lavender. Gold filigree is stitched into the wrists and skirt. The top and bottom armor are separated by a short skirt with the sides cut off and nothing but a few gold chains on her side. She wears very little but a white cloak can conceal all she is if it were pulled tight. Her lip almost always has a long slender cigarette in it and golden hoop earings are her typical style aside from armor.
The entire outfit is build to allow her to move, and it must be quite a sight to see her move. There is a serenity about her which floats around her like the smell of her perfume. You have the feeling she would help you out of trouble regardless the consequences to herself. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. No wonder she carries no weapon, she doesn't need any.
The entire outfit is build to allow her to move, and it must be quite a sight to see her move. There is a serenity about her which floats around her like the smell of her perfume. You have the feeling she would help you out of trouble regardless the consequences to herself. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. No wonder she carries no weapon, she doesn't need any.
The Visitor II
At the tip of Ror's finger a flame danced and lit the cigarette. Ror leaned back into the comfortable chair and whisked the flame out at the same time. Across him, in an equally comfortable chair, sat a man with short, dark hair and blue eyes, dressed in black. His boots and crimon red coat were drying at the grand stone fireplace of the Tripower's formal dining room. The man across Ror warmed himself by the fire as he sucked the cigarette and let the smoke rise. A comfortable moan of content came from the man and he pushed his feet a little closer to the fire. "This is really nice. "
Ror chuckled and nodded, "Better than getting soaked in the rain. No, don't give me that look. Be thankful the guards came to fetch me to begin with. Usually they ignore beggars. " He smirked. "Bastard, " mumbled his soaked friend.
"So, Quyen, " started Ror, "what brings you here? " The man referred to as Quyen chuckled, then replied, "I once promised you to follow you to the end of the world and beyond. I never thought I'd actually live up to that promise one day. "
Ror stayed silent, but nodded, "So this in your homeworld, eh? " asked Quyen. Once again, Ror nodded. "Yes, and still in turmoil, but I will do my best to fix that. Hence why I joined Tripower. " Quyen smiled, "I see. Well then, I better sign up then as well, not? " His smile turned into a smirk. And Ror could not help but smirk with him.
Ror chuckled and nodded, "Better than getting soaked in the rain. No, don't give me that look. Be thankful the guards came to fetch me to begin with. Usually they ignore beggars. " He smirked. "Bastard, " mumbled his soaked friend.
"So, Quyen, " started Ror, "what brings you here? " The man referred to as Quyen chuckled, then replied, "I once promised you to follow you to the end of the world and beyond. I never thought I'd actually live up to that promise one day. "
Ror stayed silent, but nodded, "So this in your homeworld, eh? " asked Quyen. Once again, Ror nodded. "Yes, and still in turmoil, but I will do my best to fix that. Hence why I joined Tripower. " Quyen smiled, "I see. Well then, I better sign up then as well, not? " His smile turned into a smirk. And Ror could not help but smirk with him.
The Visitor
Someone shook Ror awake. He had fallen asleep in the library, despite the weather outside. Now there was a tripower guard standing next to him. "Huhn? " uttered Ror as he was dragged back into the real world from his dreams, "Sir, please wake up, sir? " Ror grumbled, "Yes, yes, I am awake. " He rubbed his eyes while the book he had been reading slided to the floor. "What's the matter? " "There's someone outside battering the gate, sir. For the last half hour, calling your name. " Ror sighed and got up, "Alright, alright, let's go check it out then. Any idea who it is? " he asked curiously. "No idea, sir. " Together they walked to the gatehouse and Ror soon found himself spying on the man outside. "Anyone you know, sir? " Ror shook his head, "No, nobody I - No wait! "
Had he seen that right? Yes he had!
"Open that gate! We have a guest! " he said, his face a mixture of happiness and surprise.
Had he seen that right? Yes he had!
"Open that gate! We have a guest! " he said, his face a mixture of happiness and surprise.
The Visitor
Thunder rolled across the landscape as a furious storm hit the port of Torregiano. The rain poured down on the roofs that were illuminated from time to time. Then thunder struck the jetty. Followed by a backlash of magical energies twisting their way into this world. For a short moment a portal existed. Lightning struck again, this time elsewhere, but as the light made the jetty flash up, a man was standing there. The rain drenched his cigarette and he grumbled. He picked it from between his lips with his mechanical arm and tossed it away. He started to walk through the downpour towards the city. He could see the tower that he had spied before. The location of which he knew his friend was now living. He dragged his soaked boots through the streets until he eventually stood before the gates of Tripower and looked up, the rain battering his face.
"Rooooooooooooooooor! " he yelled and he knocked on the gate, "Let me in you bastard! "
"Rooooooooooooooooor! " he yelled and he knocked on the gate, "Let me in you bastard! "
Becoming The Heart Line
(A simple cloth bound diary sits here, waiting for someone to turn the pages, to experience what it took to walk such a hard line. You turn it open and realize it's blank! Then suddenly the pages whirl and you see a date almost 15 years ago and then you are sucked inside the diary with a popping noise and in a puff of rose petals you vanish. The white book closes and none are the wiser for you being able to gaze into the past.)
Laughter, it's from a child. A young girl runs through the tall grass of her homeland toward her father. He scoops her into his arms and twirls her about and she squeals in delight. The day is warm with a gentle breeze that cools you to contentment. Following the young girl and her father you watch the fields yield to a small cottage with a large yard. Wooden constructs are scattered about the yard. There is a man walking between the wooden constructs suspended by a rope. Carefully he places one foot in front of the other until he finds the next wooden platform. This man dressed in simple cloths just like the father and daughter smiled at them and gave a short bow to which the little girl clapped.
"I'm going to do it this time!" She exclaimed and climbed up to the man who helpeder her onto the platform.
"Remember, my angel, balance flows through you naturally. Release that which weighs you down and you won't tip over one way or the other!" The father took up a position under the rope to catch the girl if needed. The girl kicked off her shoes and socks and felt inched her way to the rope. The course fibers poked at her feet with the rope pulled so tight, but she had gotten over that a while ago. She held out her hands to steady herself then took the first step. Her legs tense and the rope shakes slightly but again she steady's herself. Another step and the girl breathes in and then steps again. About halfway through, the tight line beneath her begins to shake under her wobbling legs and after some gesticulating she falls into her fathers arms.
The image shifts and you are in a crowded market, the father and man from the last are suspended from buildings by the same kind of rope. They do tricks and juggle atop the rope. It's as if they're more at home walking the line than standing on the ground. The little girl looked upward with other onlookers and then suddenly the scene stops.
Laughter, it's from a child. A young girl runs through the tall grass of her homeland toward her father. He scoops her into his arms and twirls her about and she squeals in delight. The day is warm with a gentle breeze that cools you to contentment. Following the young girl and her father you watch the fields yield to a small cottage with a large yard. Wooden constructs are scattered about the yard. There is a man walking between the wooden constructs suspended by a rope. Carefully he places one foot in front of the other until he finds the next wooden platform. This man dressed in simple cloths just like the father and daughter smiled at them and gave a short bow to which the little girl clapped.
"I'm going to do it this time!" She exclaimed and climbed up to the man who helpeder her onto the platform.
"Remember, my angel, balance flows through you naturally. Release that which weighs you down and you won't tip over one way or the other!" The father took up a position under the rope to catch the girl if needed. The girl kicked off her shoes and socks and felt inched her way to the rope. The course fibers poked at her feet with the rope pulled so tight, but she had gotten over that a while ago. She held out her hands to steady herself then took the first step. Her legs tense and the rope shakes slightly but again she steady's herself. Another step and the girl breathes in and then steps again. About halfway through, the tight line beneath her begins to shake under her wobbling legs and after some gesticulating she falls into her fathers arms.
The image shifts and you are in a crowded market, the father and man from the last are suspended from buildings by the same kind of rope. They do tricks and juggle atop the rope. It's as if they're more at home walking the line than standing on the ground. The little girl looked upward with other onlookers and then suddenly the scene stops.
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