Post by Ts'ai Si Wang on Apr 10, 2011 19:50:18 GMT
"Well, since you don't seem to be willing to do the world a favor and kill yourself, I guess I’ll just do it myself.”
-Ts’ai Si Wang
Name: Ts’ai Si Wang
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Style: Original
Residence: Han Zhong
Personality:
Ts'ai Si Wang has a sardonic wit; it will often come to play when he witnesses something he doesn’t approve of, such as cowardice, conceit and military insurrection. He will be quick to respond with hostility, if anyone possesses such qualities. He will show the utmost respect to his master, or to those who are stronger than him, whether the strength is represented through stature, prowess or intellect. However, his respect isn’t absolute. It is earned, not given.
He isn't very kind to others, nor does he go out of his way to be cruel. He avoids letting others get close,Si Wang will try his best to keep all his relationships as acquaintances. People are liabilities; friends are only devices that cloud one’s judgment, or hinder one performance
He can be hypocritical to his own views, taking in an interest in a few people. Not referring to them as friends, but as ‘clients’. He’ll often show an odd display of affection toward his ‘clients,’ comrades or underlings. Whether he decides to aid them with a task, or throw himself into harm’s way.
He’s indifferent being a labeled as a hero, villain or coward has no appeal to him. He does everything in his own accord, despite other’s feelings. He sees life as a chaotic, hopeless cause. No one is doing anything to cease the chaos, only trying to form a type of obedience through it. He is emotionally detached; he sees emotion as a sign of weakness. Ultimately he runs from them, and tries his best to ignore them. All they do is hurt him in the end. Cause of this he tends to approach many situations with a nonchalant manner.
He uses a very polite, eloquent tone when he speaks. Despite his politeness; he is quite cold-hearted, as if he was heartless. He tends to view most problems and situations in an intellectual manner, rather than as a manner of life or death. Due to his logic he often underestimates his foes and comrades. As a narcissist, he tends to be quite confident both in his abilities and his mind. And, will often react violently to criticism.
Appearance:
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He has tan skin and dark red hair; his hair is swept back, while his bangs are hang and cover part of his face. Only his nose and mouth are visible. He covers his face with his hair, to hide his hideous scar. The scar is a wound, he received from his previous master; a gash that starts from his right eyebrows, and travels downward at an angle through his eye to the bridge of his nose.
His everyday attire is made up of split-toed tabi black boots and socks, and a jump suit. The top half, which makes up the shirt, is skin tight. The top has a long right sleeve, and the left is a short sleeve. The trousers puff out around the thigh, and become tight around the knee. The jump suit has a two-tone color; the interior of the suit is a dark blue, along with the long right sleeve. The exterior of the suit is white.
Apparel/Armour:
Not much varies from his armor and regular attire. He wears protective shoulder guards and waist a guard. Finally he wears an odd helmet with a visor to cover his face. The visor has silts for his eyes, so he can see through it.
Weapon(s):
simple short sword.
History:
Si Wang’s family consisted of his mother, father , two older sisters and brother. His father was an assassin from Japan, he decided to put that life behind him and became a tanner. Si Wang’s mother came from a family of merchants. His sisters Ai and Lan were twins, everyone had a tough time telling the two apart, but Si Wang could tell the difference from just a glance; Ai was fond of Si Wang, and Lan would often bully him and torture him every chance she got.
His brother Bao, was a tanner just like their father. Bao relished hunting, and often competed with his Father for sport. After Si Wang was born his mother became very ill. And, was eventually bed –ridden. During that time she nursed Si Wang personally. This caused a rift in the family; His father blamed Si Wang for his wife’s illness and resented him. Lan was envious of him, she was the baby of the family. Not, he had all the attention. And, was the cause of their mother’s sickness. Ai and Bao, didn’t treat Si Wang any differently, they found themselves often being the mediator when Their father often ridiculed Si Wang.
After Si Wang’s first Birthday his mother passed away holding him. This left his father devastated , Lan used to her advantage and label Si Wang as curse. Ai continued to love Si Wang unconditionally; she easily filled the roll of her mother when it came to Si Wang. Bao however, began to treat Si Wang different, he didn’t care for him, nor did he go out of his way to be cruel.
Year came and went, the family seemed to move on from their loss. Yet, Si Wang’s father still was a bit cold. Si Wang was now seven, Bao and His father began to teach him how to hunt and skin animals. Si Wang’s father taught Si Wang roughly, never showed him any remorse. He expected perfection and drilled it into the boy’s head. If Si Wang didn’t live up to his father’s expectation, he was beaten and punished.
One of these lessons traumatized Si Wang. ‘The lesson of tracking,’ the day of the lesson, Bao let the house around dawn to make preparations. He woke Si Wang before he left, telling him that he would have to find him in mountains. Si Wang knew how to track animals, but not his family. Bao had been hunting for years, finding him would take months. Si Wang didn’t show a lot of interest in this, and went back to sleep.
Later that morning Si Wang’s father woke him up harshly, with a bucket of animal urine. Si Wang woke up screaming, the stench was unbearable, he immediately jumped out of bed and yelled at his father.
His father wouldn’t put up with any of Si Wang’s attitude. He raised the bucket and swiftly brought it across the boy’s face, the force of the blow knocked him off his feet and face down in his bed. Si Wang’s Father scolded the boy and told him they were leaving shortly.
Si Wang knew what his father meant, if he was dressed and prepared. He would get disciplined more. Si Wang rushed through his chores and got changed in more proper attire. He and his father left the house to look for Bao. They followed his tracks with ease, until the rain began to fall. Si Wang’s father showed no concern for the rain, and told Si Wang that the rain was a good omen. They spent all day searching for Bao.
The rain didn’t let up, hours swept by like minutes, as they continued to search. The skin began to darken, and howls of the animals began to fill the sky. Suddenly Si Wang caught a whiff of something, a familiar scent. He followed his nose and began to walk in to the direction of the scent. It led back toward the house. As the two got closer to their home, they found Bao lying on the ground.
Si Wang rushed to his brother’s side to wake him. He pushed Bao repeatedly, but still no movement. Si Wang turned toward his father for advice. Suddenly Bao shot up and slammed Si Wang on the ground, and placed a blade at his throat.
Their father spat on Si Wang’s face, and scolded the boy; He took the liberty to remind him that, if this was his prey and all prey are the enemy. One was never to let his guard down to an enemy. His father took it a step further and took the blade from Bao. He quickly brought it right above Si Wang’s right eye brow. He slowly dragged the blade down from his eyebrow to the bridge of his nose. Si Wang screamed in pain, his cry echoed throughout the mountain, as blood began to pour out of Si Wang’s wound. He continued to cry and yell, cursing his father and Brother. He couldn’t believe his father would do such a thing, and how could Bao watch?
Si Wang pushed his brother off of him and staggered to his feet. He glanced at his brother, and was succumbed by betrayal. Si Wang staggered and limped home with his hands covering face. He never felt such humiliation, heartbreak or betrayal. He wanted to kill Bao and his father. He expected such from his father, but not from Bao.
Years passed since his betrayal, the hatred for his family grew. His malice and pain were never pointed toward his deceased mother or Ai. Those are the only two people he could express his kindness for, everyone else received ice cold bitterness.
Ai and Lan eventually moved out of the house and gotten married two brother, who came wealthy family. A few years after his bother left without saying a word. Leaving the young eighteen year old Si Wang alone with their father
Si Wang’s father been acting odd; leaving the house for weeks at a time, leaving Si Wang to take care of the house and himself. Si Wang stumbled upon a series of letters. He found out his father had been meeting someone, and discussing odd things. He found a letter that had his father’s hand writing on it.
“Si Wang is the last ‘thing’ that links me to your family. I personally killed my daughters and all their families. My other son found out about their murders and knew he was next. But, one of your contacts told me, that he took care of that loose end. All that remains is that bastard that took Yoko from me. I shall deliver him to you personally in a month’s time.”
Tears streamed down his face. How could his own father do such a thing? Si Wang felt responsible for all of this, even his mother’s death. He was to blame for this not his siblings. He cursed his father, and vowed that he would kill him for his actions. That night his father came home, and told Si Wang that he would be going to Han Zhong to deliver a letter, and won’t be home for a few days.
That morning his father left and headed for Han Zhong. Si Wang secured everything and visited his mother’s grave; he said a prayer and asked for her forgiveness. A gentle breeze swept across his face, and a smile formed from his lips. He whispered, “Goodbye mother..” After he made amends with his mother, he dashed down the mountain to make up for lost time.
He made his way into Han Zhong a few days later. Si Wang needed to find his father, he searched for hours, but to not avail. He was just about to give up when he saw a hooded figure moving into an alley. Si Wang followed the figure, but he didn’t go into the alley instead he stood at the end of it and peaked inside. He saw his father talking with an old woman, behind her stood the hooded figure.
Si Wang listened to their conversion; his father told the woman his plan. But, she didn’t seem interested. She informed him of his cowardice, to forsaken one’s family for the sake of living was beyond dishonorable. She also informed him of his brother’s actions. His brother was the head of the house in Japan, and he disowned Si Wang’s father and all his descendants. Ultimately she agreed to Si Wang’s father’s plan.
The woman and the hooded figure left the alley and began to head for Han Zhong’s gates. His father left the alley and made his way into the inn. Si Wang decided to stalk his Grandmother, he followed through the streets and into a dead-end.
“Child, I know you are there,” The old woman spoke.
Si Wang crept out of the shadows and showed himself, “I will not let you kill me. My father has done unspeakable crimes against my family. I can’t allow him to live.”
“He certainly thought you how to eavesdrop and follow someone clumsily,” She laughed with delight, “Si Wang, your mother spoke so highly of you, She was so fond of her new born son. She would be proud of the man you become, you can come with me and live the life you were meant to live. Don't pursue this path of bloodshed.”
Si Wang approached the old woman, “Grandmother, I am not worthy of such a life. My father has thought me how to kill and slaughter animals to survive. He didn’t teach me carpentry or how to be a blacksmith. I am a hunter, better yet a tanner.”
The old woman placed her hand on his face, “You are just like your grandfather, Such passion. If you must chose this path take this sword. It’s nothing fancy, but you’ll need it to slay that demon of a man you call your father. Show him no mercy.”
Si Wang took the sword, and hugged his grandmother, “I know this will be the last time I see you, but tell my uncle, I am not my father’s child.”
The woman smiled and nodded, “You would’ve made one hell of a grandson!” She kissed him on his forehead and sent Si Wang out on his way.
Si Wang headed home and waited for his father. After a few days his father returned and brought back food and drink for Si Wang. The two ate together; Si Wang felt that this was the proper way to see his father off. Later that night, Si Wang crept into his father’s room, the room was pitch black. Si Wang was going to kill his father in his sleep.
His father spoke, “I knew you would be the one to kill me, which is why I named you Si Wang,” His father lit a candle that illuminated the room. “I killed you’re precious sisters, as you killed my wife. You should’ve heard their Screams.” He said laughing, “It was delightful; Lan called for her husband and guards, but no one came. Ai fought back cursing me with every breath that she took, when I finally drove my blade into her stomach. She stared into my eyes, and told me that you would be the one to kill me. I wouldn’t allow her to get away with that. I cut of her tongue as well.”
Tears streamed down his face, “Ai didn’t deserve to be butchered, and she was an angel.” Si Wang stared at his father with hatred in his eyes.
“My son, don’t you see? You and I are the same. Monsters! Your brother couldn’t handle it, so he fled. I simply told your grandmother, and she sent someone to kill him. He survived for months, until he became soft and fell in love with a woman. Your grandmother’s contact used Bao’s lover. And, your brother fell into a trap and died right in her arms.”
Si Wang’s father moved toward Si Wang, “You aren’t so soft, I hardened you. You are my off spring. Drive that sword into my chest; place all of your hate, sorrow, and happiness into this one strike. Take you’re so called revenge! Become my masterpiece!”
Si Wang stared at his father, he killed his siblings and torment him throughout his childhood for his own amusement. “You never loved me?”
Si Wang’s father laughed, “How can I love the man that took my Yoko from me? You drained her of all her life and vexed me for the remainder of mine. Your life is an insult to me. Be glad I decided to give your life meaning!” He spat in Si Wang’s face, “That is all the love you will receive from me.”
Si Wang’s question was answered, he wanted his father to take back his cruel words, and say that he had loved him. But, it was naïve of Si Wang to think so. His own father hated him, and resented him for something that was beyond his control. Si Wang came to terms with this; he had received his answer, “Father, you are a fool, you named me after death, and I claimed what you valued most. I am not your son, I am an abomination that you created. I won’t let you sully my mother’s name. She would never love the monster you become..”
Si Wang drove the sword into his father’s torso. Si Wang placed all his emotions in that strike; twisting and yanking on the blade, causing his father as much pain as possible. Si Wang leaned forward and whispered into his father’s Ear. “I will devour you, just like I devoured your wife.”
His father eyes shot open, “HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!” He quickly reached into his trousers with his left hand, and pulled out a dagger. He grabbed Si Wang’s throat with his right hand. “Die!” He raised the dagger above his head and brought it down toward Si Wang’s face. As, the blade neared Si Wang’s eye, he coughed up blood; the blood splattered on Si Wang’s face. He exerted too much force and collapsed on to Si Wang, cursing his son as he fell to the ground, “ Curse you…I will see you in hell..”
Si Wang gripped his father’s face and pushed him back with his left hand. Once there was space between them he withdrew his blade, and kicked his father onto his bed. “Yes, but not today.” He took a moment to gaze as his father; Si Wang still wasn’t satisfied. He took the candle that his father had lit, and tossed it on the wood floor.
“Burn in h---, father.” Si Wang left his house and decided to relocate in Han Zhong. Si Wang felt numb; he didn’t know how he should response to what just took place. The deed was done, and his father vanquished “I wonder if I be able to find work?” He walked down the mount casually, as if nothing had took place.
It’s been a year since that incident Si Wang became a resident of Han Zhong, he lived with a small family that owns an inn. The pay wasn’t all that great, but he enjoyed his work, on late nights he often got to throw out lowlifes, and people who drank too much. Working at the inn provided him with mildly entrainment. He also had a part time job as mercenary, though most of his employers referred to him as an assassin. He would take up any job, as long as the pay was good. He gradually began to lose interest in these jobs. He wanted something more challenging; perhaps he could find someone intriguing and serve them, or join an army.
Current Information:
Gold: 200
Reputation:50
Entourage: ronin
