Post by Gong on Jan 28, 2011 15:10:35 GMT
"My dwelling is often covered by frost and snow.."
- Poem of Sorrow and Anger, Cai Wenji.
Name: Cai Yan "Cai Wenji"
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Style: Canon
Residence: Ji
Personality:
Through purity a gentile soul reigns, that lies within coherence and an ability to void emotions; which seek to gain any understanding of the reasoning so much suffering has been caused. A voice that is a cloud haplessly wandering across the horizon, tones attempting to grasp a past that will open the future of her own dreams..only wishing to be the girl she once was. Lost in her own thoughts of others making, Cai has a foresight to which can only be opened by her eyes and a haunted manner that too has something to find. Waiting, merely waiting for another Realm to appear and forget the life she was born into. Every movement as the snow, delicate yet without true purpose and one that withdraws upon harsh tones; assuming the voice of chaos gives birth to the ghosts she once knew were living. Unaware of the intelligence she wields, a beauty in itself inherited from the illustrious father and official who enabled her an education of most noblemen. The arts his her true home and one that provides comfort to the frail body, ignoring all that reside in her mind and those she views with the fragmented view; music is the nature of her and the future found within each melody.. As a flower it is most weak when dealing with matters of the war, however, through the ghosts of her own past, Cai has managed to learn the basic trainings of martial arts and perfected a most haunted style of her own; ally or foe, one cannot deny the dance of her sword is spectacular to view...
Appearance:
An undeniable beauty of the Mountain springs, the Heavens abide by the peach lips that sing songs of pasts she could only dream of; yet, there is a sence that she knew of the perspectives. Cai's eyes hazel and bright, still shine even if the clouds turn grey and with it blooms the haunted nature of the life she has lived; from one to another, not being in full control of the path she is now upon..all expressed through one simple glance into an abyss that was forced. The hair hangs long and never tied, but merely allowed to be free with occassional ribbons adorning strands of hair; the Mountain winds and fresh waterfall water allowing the radiance of the celestial ambrosier to resinate through each strand of the dark brown locks.. An average height for a youthful girl, forced into turning to the state of womanhood, she is delicate of features and as the peach blossoms of the Spring; one to catch the eye, but yet placing fear of breaking the frail branches...
Apparel/Armour:
A thin layer of chain-mail is placed underneath the robe to protect her chest, though Cai does not personally adorn herself with the materials of war; instead, the attendants most loyal to her dress the armour out of warry when being caught in the fray. Otherwise, Cai is known to have in her possession an array of different coloured robes for the choice in which her mind takes, mostly the colours of snow take her fancy. For in this lies purity and a celestial form that she once embodied, now tarnished by those around her; in memory of the spiritual nature she personifies..to adhere to the ghosts of her vision. Furs also become likened by the youthful maiden, whose experience within the Far North lead her to adore for comfort and protection from the harshest of weathers; adorned by a long cloak a hood is always placed around her neck so that she can hide her visage..not from passersby, but the spirits that come to this realm to remind of the life that is now corrupted...
Weapon(s):
Indeed the instrument of protection would usually be of a grand design, to elovate the arrogance of the wielder; even if their martial skills were simple and mediocre. It is not the nature of Cai, for the weapon she takes into hand is a standard Jian, swift in agility with a precise blade. It is of the previous life she had beyond the Mountains, a being she continues to see and one that carries the winds in which the blade was formed. It is not a heavenly weapon, thus being weaker when coming against something far stronger than it. However, it has not falted to protect the youthful maiden as of yet and is only wielded when her own life comes into danger...
History:
It can never be reassured that those of a privileged upbrining will gain the entrance to a life worth living, to thoe who did not possess much wealth everything became a joy and life was something to cherish; without placing disgrace upon the shrines of one's own ancestors. Such could be said by the young girl of the Cai family, a father whose literary talent was widespread and noted master of melody, Cai Yong. This single daughter was placed into the embrace of adoration and all future forced onto her shoulders, however, they fed her ignorance so that it would not affect the education she would soon recieve. To match that of any offspring of any noble family, the young girl, Yan, would be hurled into the upper echelons of the literati and make easy pickings of scholars who deemed her unworthy of their presence. Gentile words and soft dances beguiled, while the blossoming flower gained attention from potential suitors; soon the bidding war would no doubt commence..a father wishing to gain young Yan's ownership for his son; a wise woman who would no doubt bless with heirs and raise them according to the traditions of their realm.
Yet, no success came of it as Yan's father viewed each candidate thoroughly; something special must shine to gain entrance to the purity of his fledgling daughter. Oblivious from what was happening behind the golden curtains, Yan remained the ever so studious girl and allowed the ancestoral shrines to sing the melodies of pride; could they be blessed further? A son was what they desired and soon enough, a suitor for this wish was chosen. At a tender age, close to the blossoming of girlhood, she was taken as a bride to a boy named Wei Zhongdao. He could not compare when placed to a battle of wits, but it was not false to speak that a hidden love soon grew between the young couple. However, the Ancestors rebuttled upon this reunion and took the life of young Wei just short of their marriage; with no offspring as a result... Upon the risen, came the clouds of darkness that consume the soul...
The youthful girl became a mere husk of her former self, indeed the intellect remained but it had no desire in elovating itself above her counterparts. But merely, each day, continued to play melodies of a love that was no longer living..even as a youth, she could feel the worth of her own beauty collapsing. At the Capital it too seemed that the fall of grace was taking place, as the very dynasty the Cai family were loyal to fell from the weak foundations and kowtowed to the dark gluttonous nature of the tyrannical minister, Dong Zhuo. From the Mountains came the tribes who could see the border begin to dissolve, finally the Heavens had placed their chance upon the pedastal so that their future was of wealth..rather than mediocre skirmished that bore little fruit.
The youth could not protect herself from the attack, as the Imperial army surged into movement the tribes of the Xiongnu could view their deadly fate and made to the escape...taking a single jewel with them as reward. That was of the body of Cai Yan, a precious flower worth such a forray over; into the clutches of the nomads she left; here began the turmoil of spirits that taints her being. Taken as a wife, Yan proved most loyal and submitted to the Prince of the Xiongnu, Liu Bao. Her body could no longer feel love, the day she was torn from her family and the memory of Wei Zhongdao was too clear; it misted her..soon to hurl her into a life that she did not desire to live, but it was forced. Soon Liu Bao tore the clasp upon the Ancestoral prtoection and ate the pure fruit of the skirmish within the Capital; from the haunted body of Cai Yan, bore him two children..
Sorrow was all she felt, a comforting friend that personified itself within the musical instruments she surrounded herself with; no words left as the fingers created melodies that would make even the harchest ghost weep to. The spirit world came forth and devoured her, not allowing an escape route to be seen; those around her, who came to care for her, soon worried..they did not remember this girl when she first arrived in their encampment. But the life among the Xiongnu was to come to an end, for a large sum of wealth was placed to the door of the Nomad Prince, for one single thing..the freedom of Cai Yan. Leaving behind the two children she bore, the marriage to a man she could not see and placed before a world she no longer recognised. Haunted by the life she never wished for, nor could ever dream of having; but now, she was free? .. Who placed this ransom to those beyond the Mountains..and why? Remaining a mystery, the Mountains became her past and soon the misted eyes looked forward..to chaos, every Realm torn assunder by their own making; the very beings that clawed at everything she had..and knew...
Current Information:
Gold: 200
Reputation: 50
Entourage: Ronin
so with that change to be taken into consideration I will approve you =]