Post by Kwai Tze-keung on May 22, 2019 15:57:31 GMT
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Kwai Tze-keung
Kwai Tze-keung
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[break][break]They say that any being who has endured true combat, naturally grows to live for it, live from it. As if mere aesthetic complements to a life of battle, his grey hair stricken with white, or his skin tanned from a lifetime spent opposite the sun, helped raise the sum of Tze-keung far above the individual parts—such features, however, would otherwise fall some amount of flat without the 213 cm tall frame upholding them. Lunarisclan steel, the only material his intense yellow-eyed glare resembled in sharpness, seemed to define him rather well. These observations quickly jotted down by nature of a rare sighting of him after being seen leaving a mountain outcropping, and while the scout made ready to follow him; to the surprise of no one even remotely familiar with him, the marked warrior vanished with his flowing coat-of-furs disappearing right behind him. If he had been out for more than a small survey from above, Kwai very likely would have donned his aged armor, its plates scraped by time itself; though, had he worn his battle vestments, he surely would not have been able to dissipate so swiftly, the scout made sure to note. A still.
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PPEARANCE[break][break]They say that any being who has endured true combat, naturally grows to live for it, live from it. As if mere aesthetic complements to a life of battle, his grey hair stricken with white, or his skin tanned from a lifetime spent opposite the sun, helped raise the sum of Tze-keung far above the individual parts—such features, however, would otherwise fall some amount of flat without the 213 cm tall frame upholding them. Lunarisclan steel, the only material his intense yellow-eyed glare resembled in sharpness, seemed to define him rather well. These observations quickly jotted down by nature of a rare sighting of him after being seen leaving a mountain outcropping, and while the scout made ready to follow him; to the surprise of no one even remotely familiar with him, the marked warrior vanished with his flowing coat-of-furs disappearing right behind him. If he had been out for more than a small survey from above, Kwai very likely would have donned his aged armor, its plates scraped by time itself; though, had he worn his battle vestments, he surely would not have been able to dissipate so swiftly, the scout made sure to note. A still.
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[break][break]But were this all, then such a report would serve no purpose with its ostensible lack of notable content. Yes, within as well were notes of eavesdropped several meditations, each transcript without any strategic purpose found itself subjected to hours of review—all to get any kind of read on the tendencies of a near-myth—and corroborated as best as possible with previously existing information; though, despite their efforts, scrutiny returned relatively flat—all small notes of how fondly he speaks of the past as if he had never left it. An easily overlooked footnote; the casual manner of a warrior, the tenacity of a defiant loner! How now the prideful commander, or toil-worn bygone, and calumniated by those survived by him to appear a bloody monster in the eyes of this unfamiliar and unyielding peacetime, horrified by the danger he represents, wandered from former battlefield to former battlefield, and wished to return to his time and his comrades. Yet time marches forth unsympathetically; new faces he hesitates to meet. And mired with regret, his battles of old won only to allow his war to slip from him, along with all of his good intentions and will, chain him to remain alive.
[break]The glint in the man's eyes was a shining glaive raised towards the heavens, and sure enough appeared just as poised as one; he wished not for senseless bloodshed in the manner today's Lalonia would package it as 'conflict' but for true contest from valiant opponents. Near any being next to him were to appear a few sights tinier; one could reasonably argue the imposing aura Tze-keung emanated unconsciously to be at fault. In his wistful reminiscing lurks a survivor's sorrows, as he treads upon a fractured land with few friends left to his irrelevant name; Kwai with certainty exists in the minds of some as a muffled war cry. Yet who would deny the survival of such a creature? which, understood in the present context devoid of war, appears akin to the sighting of an animal long extinct now readily awaited for eager research and careful dissection, to demonstrate the faults of dynasties past, contrasting eras, cut by cut.
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ERSONALITY[break][break]But were this all, then such a report would serve no purpose with its ostensible lack of notable content. Yes, within as well were notes of eavesdropped several meditations, each transcript without any strategic purpose found itself subjected to hours of review—all to get any kind of read on the tendencies of a near-myth—and corroborated as best as possible with previously existing information; though, despite their efforts, scrutiny returned relatively flat—all small notes of how fondly he speaks of the past as if he had never left it. An easily overlooked footnote; the casual manner of a warrior, the tenacity of a defiant loner! How now the prideful commander, or toil-worn bygone, and calumniated by those survived by him to appear a bloody monster in the eyes of this unfamiliar and unyielding peacetime, horrified by the danger he represents, wandered from former battlefield to former battlefield, and wished to return to his time and his comrades. Yet time marches forth unsympathetically; new faces he hesitates to meet. And mired with regret, his battles of old won only to allow his war to slip from him, along with all of his good intentions and will, chain him to remain alive.
[break]The glint in the man's eyes was a shining glaive raised towards the heavens, and sure enough appeared just as poised as one; he wished not for senseless bloodshed in the manner today's Lalonia would package it as 'conflict' but for true contest from valiant opponents. Near any being next to him were to appear a few sights tinier; one could reasonably argue the imposing aura Tze-keung emanated unconsciously to be at fault. In his wistful reminiscing lurks a survivor's sorrows, as he treads upon a fractured land with few friends left to his irrelevant name; Kwai with certainty exists in the minds of some as a muffled war cry. Yet who would deny the survival of such a creature? which, understood in the present context devoid of war, appears akin to the sighting of an animal long extinct now readily awaited for eager research and careful dissection, to demonstrate the faults of dynasties past, contrasting eras, cut by cut.
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[break][break]...why, the specific area of critique mattered little before his fierce rage; earth-shattering in its intensity, possibly a very dangerous threat albeit not one readily verifiable. But this he forwent resolutely with pure mettle utilizing himself as bait to ward off an otherwise insurmountable siege, and the tale goes that to cause an enemy strategist to surrender before even beginning one's counterattack is to achieve utter victory. Investigators of the matter find themselves regaled with feats both 'witnessed' and only rumored, glaive swings cleaving whole landscapes, armor deflecting the burning will characteristic of his past foes, and the possibility of magicks used solely to further physical prowess. Taken at once, when finished hearing the tale one ponders whether such a champion can truly exist in the present Lalonia, predicts all kinds of incompatibilities with Tze-keung's existence today, and hopes to meet him.
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ISTORY[break][break]...why, the specific area of critique mattered little before his fierce rage; earth-shattering in its intensity, possibly a very dangerous threat albeit not one readily verifiable. But this he forwent resolutely with pure mettle utilizing himself as bait to ward off an otherwise insurmountable siege, and the tale goes that to cause an enemy strategist to surrender before even beginning one's counterattack is to achieve utter victory. Investigators of the matter find themselves regaled with feats both 'witnessed' and only rumored, glaive swings cleaving whole landscapes, armor deflecting the burning will characteristic of his past foes, and the possibility of magicks used solely to further physical prowess. Taken at once, when finished hearing the tale one ponders whether such a champion can truly exist in the present Lalonia, predicts all kinds of incompatibilities with Tze-keung's existence today, and hopes to meet him.
