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As someone else mentioned, the site seems to be in a bit of a lull - slow. I've been here more than 10 years and slow times like this are pretty far and few between.
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As someone else mentioned, the site seems to be in a bit of a lull - slow. I've been here more than 10 years and slow times like this are pretty far and few between.
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~Gay, polyamorous, I have a partner, and been playing games since I was 2 years old!~
"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."-Oscar Wilde
[♪] The day started off as expected, desert winds gently blowing against them all as the heat bared down on the group, though sooner than Nanami expected they had come across a tomb of sorts that instantly sparked the woman's interest. She knew she had a job to do though and followed the tactics her father gave to her without hesitation, her mind locking into a mindset meant for battle. At first, Nanami was a tad too focused on possible attacks to really drink in the scene before them, but it slowly melted away as Jing realized there was no danger. It was then that Nanami really got a whiff of the blood and coughed softly as she tightened her scarf around her mouth, trying her best to guard against the stench.
Of course people never reacted kindly to scenes like this and only particular mindsets and personalities were dispositioned to take it in stride, but Nanami felt she was more of the middle-ground. While she didn't crawl away and gag at the sight, neither was she completely ignorant of what it was - especially since she could hear the subtle, sad song of life passing away still clinging to their bodies. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to that. Her father barked out orders to search for clues though while some of the others stood watch before everyone scrambled to do their assigned tasks. For a moment or two, Nanami just stood, scanning the scene as she had a special talent for noticing small details often overlooked.
Before long however, there was something that seemed out of place among the limbs, the blood, and the dead - a parchment, or rather a string of parchments woven into a book of sorts. Carefully stepping over splotches of blood and body parts, she bend over and picked it up, waving it in the air a little, though most of the blood had dried by now and was mostly only clinging to the outside. 'What have we here?' she thought to herself as she flipped through the pages, reading carefully. After several moments, her eyes seemed to dart up ahead and then back to the book a few times, only followed by the sudden snap of it closing.
Nanami removed her scarf, letting out a sharp cough and small gag to the smell before clearing her throat. "There's also a journal here," she announced, tucking it under her arm for now as she tried her best to examine any details of the tomb. "It's about two days old... but it seems Sir Frances Darkwing was trying to solve a puzzle of some sort - driving the men to run their supplies low. Something written about being watched, which is probably whoever.. or whatever attacked them." She shifted, stepping over the bodies as she walked towards the entrance going deeper. She seemed to ponder for several moments. "I just wonder what it was that they were after... but I have a suspicion that Sir Frances Darkwing may still be alive, or at least made it deeper in..."
She gave her father a glance and pursed her lips. She trusted her father that he knew what he was doing, but what horrors waited them inside? Nanami had her own experiences with old world ruins and it wasn't the most pleasant thing - something she had not fully revealed to her own father, mostly because of his overprotective nature, but they could certainly house very dangerous things in them. And powerful things. She could only imagine if something like that was here and got into the wrong hands. The thought made her shiver.
[♪] 'Mistress?' She couldn't help but smile slightly, though she never truly considered herself in a position of the title, despite enjoying being called princess. "I would be glad to, Master Pox," she said cheerfully before nodding and letting the man dismiss himself, watching as he tended to the others in his own way. Taking a gentle swing of her water skin, she too quickly noticed the soft humming coming from Yui and nearly froze as her entire world seemed to focus on it. Ever since unlocking her magic, she had a heightened sense for music, even a simple hum and felt shivers travel down her spine. Not to mention it was a soothing and enjoyable tune, she had her doubts that the others 'felt' it in much the same way she did.
Her thoughts were cut off prematurely though as she heard a familiar voice and turned to see Stephan, apple in hand, with a smug gleam in his eyes. His tone was a bit unusual however, cutting off the edge of his usual mocking. "Well enough, Stephan, but you know I've been here once or twice before on my own journeys..." She paused, looking over as supper was being served and gave a soft smile to Stephan. Even if he mocked her, she was generally polite to the mercenary. "Though I'll admit, I much prefer the cold. Shall we?" She felt no need asking him how he was holding up, sure he was fine and instead gestured to the meal being handed out.
Before long, the heat turned into a surprising chill and a campfire was struck, giving her father a chance to retell old stories once more. Some of the newer members in particular probably had not heard them all, but Nanami was familiar with most of them, having grown up with him her whole life. Still, she choose not to isolate herself and stayed around the fire as she ate and eventually slide against the rock and simply listened. Though she did seem to be in a tad of a haze, almost as if listening to something other than words and looking into the night sky. Nanami never fully relaxed though, not when out with the group - the only time that happened was back home in comfortable surroundings.
[♪] Nanami had prepared for the journey into the sand storms, seeing had been here a few times now, though Jing had been disapproving of her first trip by herself. It paid off either way, allowing her father to stubbornly agree to her recruitment and now she was eagerly waiting a time where the group would find clues and puzzles to a lost world. Though she had her normal tailored armor, she had wrapped it in more layers to guard against whipping winds and to keep her body cooler, sporting a large brimmed hat and a scarf to cover most of her face. Was it fancy? For desert garb, yes, though far more practical in make. Nanami did have a habit of dressing nice, which in turn resulted in Stephan often and mockingly calling her 'princess'. Though she usually didn't let it bother her, she was miffed to some degree, especially since she actually enjoyed the nickname - if used properly.
Either way, she was more focused on a journal she had brought than the current bet over a man's life. While she didn't find it particularly offensive, neither was she the type to indulge in bets of any kind, let alone if someone was still breathing or not. Her eyes flickered over the camp for a moment, listening as she causally skimmed her notes. She had joined the company for six months now, though this was by far her longest assignment, but she still didn't know the others on a personal level. In a way, she felt like she could relate to Gwen, if only a tad bit. The two hadn't even really talked in depth, but she was aware that there was certainly something between Gwen and her father.
Regardless, she was a bit of a bookworm compared to many of the other mercenaries and spent her time researching or jotting down notes. Nanami did try from time to time to engage, but bets? She didn't have much to offer. Still, "I simply hope there are survivors of some sort..." With a pause followed by a sigh, "but on the more likely note there are none, I do hope there are some relics of the past." She slowly closed her journal by now and tucked it away in her belt and wandered over to the gourd and refilled her skin, nodding a thanks to Pox. "My thanks, Master Pox." She had enjoyed returning the man's over-polite nature, which of course, only gave Stephan more fuel to mock her but she didn't mind.
[♪] Appearance: A lithe woman with black hair and blue eyes who extrudes a sort of mysterious but alluring aura, though many contribute her natural physical charms to having gotten from her father. Though she always dresses in flowing manners, even while in armor she has a long open skirt or in flowing short skirts while outside of it, mixing plain with the alluring.
[♪] Name: Nanami Sanada [♪] Gender: Female [♪] Age: 26
♫ Bio ♫ One of six children to the famous leader of the Blood Rose Irregulars, Nanami grew up as a bit of a black sheep among them all. Jing was and is still famous for being a strong, charismatic figurehead and most of his children followed suit in his footsteps, though Nanami had been more interested in knowledge than anything else, much like her mother who has passed away at childbirth. While all the others spent time playing outside and making fun of the youngest among them, Nanami stayed indoors and poured over myths and legends. Even with the fame of her father, not many knew her or paid much attention to the quiet child compared to the others, though her younger years were still spent in learning some measure of warfare like the others.
Some time into her young adult years, when she was in her teens, it was found out that Tsai - the youngest - had been playing a dangerous game with his father's politics by giving away secrets to the highest seller. Her father was furious and hurt by the betrayal and eventually exiled him from the family, leaving a bit of a gap in the once happy family. While Nanami stayed to her studies, Riou had decided he wanted to take up arms with his father in the Blood Rose Irregulars. However only a year into recruitment, he was hit by a stray arrow during an assignment that was strangely poisoned and lost his life. The tragedy stirred Tir, the closest to Riou, to join the Empire's military despite Jing's reluctance. Leaving Ce, the oldest to tend to the lands while Jing was away, Lorelai to tend to his castle and guests, and then finally Nanami herself.
After a few months of deep deliberation, Nanami came to her father and pleaded with him to let her join the Blood Rose - to which he stubbornly refused for a month straight. He did not approve of another child being in the same position as Riou, let alone one of only two daughters. However when she finally came to him with blade in hand and gave him a demonstration of a skill she had learned from delving into ruins, by herself, he softened to the idea - though there was quite the argument about her visiting such strange places by herself. Since then, it's been nearly six months and she's been nicknamed the Songbird for her talents and idealistic views.
[♪] Fighting Style: Nanami's style is more akin to a blade dancer than a traditional fighter, especially given she normally single-wields short swords for the dexterity and agility, however she is proficient in using bucklers and daggers as well as other blades as well. [♪] Equipment: Custom tailored armor that includes flowing (mostly cosmetic) components as well as a well-made short sword attached to a belt with a pouch.
♫ Skills/Abilities ♫ Bladesong: A unique, forgotten practice of bardic magic in the form of blade dancing, bladesongs are a mix of swordsmanship and music that can produce beautiful and haunting tunes in the middle of combat for various effects. Usually with a swing of a blade of some sort, the wielder doesn't need knowledge on how to play or sing but instead needs some understanding of martial skills in order to make their blades sing. The source is mainly from their own soul stone, though not everyone has a naturally affinity for it. Those who use bladesongs are usually referred to as 'Songblades.' 𝄞 Blade March: With powerful strikes, the Songblade can produce heavy notes that reach out and cut their opponents, making it feel as if they've been struck several times by a single swing of the blade. (Heavy, powerful notes) 𝄞 Soothing Whirl: Swirling with blade in hand, the Songblade can design a song that heals their allies within a small radius around themselves. Though this mainly closes small wounds and gifts a small bout of energy - a dedicated healer is needed for much more. (Calming, soothing notes) 𝄞 Quickening Strike: Weaving the blade in a quick motion, the Songblade can speed their attacks up for a short amount of time or boon another ally with the same quickness. (Quick, catchy notes) 𝄞 Sharp Cord: Drawing the blade back into themselves with a fluid but sharp motion, the Songblade can produce sounds directed to an opponent that brings feelings of depair, though many won't succumb to surrendering, it still lowers their overall effectiveness. (Sharp, painful notes) 𝄞 Sense Song: A sixth sense for the Songblade, she can mentally 'hear' the song of another person, be it of good, evil, or neutral will though it must be focused on to work - meaning it simply helps her discern the matter of the heart and cannot stop things like being ambushed nor tell if someone is lying or what their true intentions are.
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-=Rules=-
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
[center]~Gay, polyamorous, I have a partner, and been playing games since I was 2 years old!~
[i]"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."[/i] [b]-Oscar Wilde[/b][/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center">~Gay, polyamorous, I have a partner, and been playing games since I was 2 years old!~<br><br><span class="bb-i">"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."</span> <span class="bb-b">-Oscar Wilde</span></div></div>