Post by Aleus Lyall ke Húm on Nov 16, 2017 20:28:46 GMT -8
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[attr="class","resetapptop"]ALEUS LYALL KE HÚM
[attr="class","resetapptop2"]UNTIL MY FEELINGS ARE DELIVERED I CANNOT DIE
[attr="class","resetappicon"]  | [attr="class","resetappinfo1"]GENDER [attr="class","resetappinfo2"]MALE [attr="class","resetappinfo1"]SEXUALITY [attr="class","resetappinfo2"]PANSEXUAL | [attr="class","resetappinfo1"]AGE [attr="class","resetappinfo2"]THIRTY-TWO [attr="class","resetappinfo1"]OCCUPATION [attr="class","resetappinfo2"]RONIN | [attr="class","resetappinfo1"]RACE [attr="class","resetappinfo2"]ZORA [attr="class","resetappinfo1"]PLAYED BY [attr="class","resetappinfo2"]ALEUS |
[attr="class","resetapptitle"]PERSONALITY
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| ■ generous ■ relaxed ■ witty ■ loving ■ wise | ■ lazy ■ superficial ■ flirtatious ■ stubborn ■ critical |
[attr="class","resetapptitle1"]BIOGRAPHY
[attr="class","resetapptext"]A lone wolf by circumstance, rather than nature.
Starting life like every other Zora: he was an ordinary egg, hatched in an ordinary brood and one that seemed doomed to live an ordinary life. It was boring, unsatisfying and a nightmarish prospect that one, such as he, would be cursed after so soon being brought into this world. He made a vow that he could not stop until he burned as brightly as the sun! He was always boisterous, as was expected of a young Zora. Days were spent in the rivers close to family and at night attempts were had to sneak into the Lake unaided to prove their strengths. He had lived with his parents, egg-siblings and nest-mates: parents fishers. Blessed by the energy of the River the young Zora would spend his days getting into fight and his life escaping them...
It was a circle of give and take. He would stand against the injustices of the strong against the weak and it did not take long for him to gain the interest of an old warrior. This warrior took the son of a fisher under his fins and taught him to wield a blade. Lyall, as his parents named him, was as the wolfos he was so keen on chasing from the river’s edge. His family were of an older bloodline, Lyall the first to escape the role of a fisher and become something more. His father was proud. As he aged so he found interest in all things life. Drinking, smoking and fraternizing with his fellow dojo-mates, the Zora bordered on hedonistic, but always held in check by his pride and honor which knew no match.
He was training in a field at the edge of Lake Hylia when something caught his attention. A rowdy pair of Zora males had been harassing a young Hylian maiden. While it was not his business to intervene, to ignore a maiden in distress was to deny the very code of a warrior! He put himself between his fellows and the maiden, naught but a beast of scale and tattoos, more heavily marked than the rapscallions before him. All Lyall need do was place his webbed hand upon the hilt of his blade and they were scared off. He offered the Hylian aide, but she too was just as afraid, if not more so, of the shark-fanged hero. Lyall was struck by her behavior, but not surprised.
On his way home that night he found himself being stalked along the river’s edge and along the channel itself. He took off running in hopes of finding the higher ground against what he could only assume was an ambush. Oh and Lyall hated being right for turning the corner he found himself trapped by a wall of bodies. The two hooligans from earlier ratted him out to their companions. Lashing curses of the fisher trying to become a warrior filled the air with a rancor. Laughter soon followed when Lyall placed his webs upon the blade’s hold once more. The bluff would not work twice. It wasn’t difficult to understand…
Lyall could not draw his blade from its scabbard.
The squad jumped the young warrior who was forced to defend himself with his fists. While beaten bloody he was able to take out a few of the troublemakers. The very next day he returned to the dojo to question his master’s decision. To give him such a blade must have been a joke! But arriving at the dojo he found something amiss. The currents were still. Lyall rushed inside only to find that it has been attacked. A number of students were injured and a few dead. His master was nowhere to be found. After tending to those he could Lyall went in search of his master, following the trial of disturbed sand and coral on the river bed, back to the Lake. The mob had hidden itself with his master as a hostage. He was to face their leader in a duel to the death as penance for his disrespect to their younger members.
The warrior was at a clear disadvantage in not only numbers, but the master was old …
Lyall exited from the squad’s hideout with his master slung over his back. Swimming back to the river would take part of the light and at night even the waters were not safe these days. He set down to rest, allowing his master to have a moment. In the fight to protect his students Lyall’s mentor had been mortally wounded and it was not until he saw the blood on his fins that he realized.
“Those fins are BUSHIDO,” His master spoke, placing his bloodied hands on his shoulder. “Before you a wounded soldier. BUSHIDO.” He declared as he looked to Lyall in the eye. He knew what he had to do, to observe his master’s honor. “....goodbye.”
Lyall pressed his thumb against the hilt of his blade. With a click it drew from its scabbard. He stood, the old master holding onto his shoulders. Pulling the shimmering weapon back, the light of twilight reflecting from above the old master gave Lyall his blessing:
“ke Húm.”
Lyall nodded. “Wearing the armor of light, you will soar into the sky.” He lowered his head and turned his blade. “...I love you master.” And with that the reborn Lyall ran his master through so that he could die with honor, and Lyall could take his place.
As the master’s body sunk to the riverbed the reborn ke Húm looked up only to catch eyes with his best friend. The warrior parted his jaws, her name caught in his throat. “Monster!” She cursed him before swimming as fast as she could back to the rivers. Lyall charged forward, but he had never been as fast as her, and not with this burden. He was unable to catch up with her.
It was too late.
It was too damn late!
“No, you don’t understand…” His words stuck in his heart as he was surrounded by his classmates. Those who survived had a fire in their eyes and chased the murderer from their dojo. Lyall could not return… He was too weak as he was now. To naive to tell them the truth. As he was now he could not honor his master’s memory and take the dojo a dishonored hero.
He would make his choice. Bidding his family farewell, explaining to them of his decision to make this journey of penance, they would depart with saddened hearts. His mother gave to him one last kiss and his father one last hug. He would travel.
And for ten years he would roam, searching for his penance. He had been unable to draw his blade since that day, but he knew once he found his path he could hear her sing again. Her name?
...he named her Aleus.
Starting life like every other Zora: he was an ordinary egg, hatched in an ordinary brood and one that seemed doomed to live an ordinary life. It was boring, unsatisfying and a nightmarish prospect that one, such as he, would be cursed after so soon being brought into this world. He made a vow that he could not stop until he burned as brightly as the sun! He was always boisterous, as was expected of a young Zora. Days were spent in the rivers close to family and at night attempts were had to sneak into the Lake unaided to prove their strengths. He had lived with his parents, egg-siblings and nest-mates: parents fishers. Blessed by the energy of the River the young Zora would spend his days getting into fight and his life escaping them...
It was a circle of give and take. He would stand against the injustices of the strong against the weak and it did not take long for him to gain the interest of an old warrior. This warrior took the son of a fisher under his fins and taught him to wield a blade. Lyall, as his parents named him, was as the wolfos he was so keen on chasing from the river’s edge. His family were of an older bloodline, Lyall the first to escape the role of a fisher and become something more. His father was proud. As he aged so he found interest in all things life. Drinking, smoking and fraternizing with his fellow dojo-mates, the Zora bordered on hedonistic, but always held in check by his pride and honor which knew no match.
He was training in a field at the edge of Lake Hylia when something caught his attention. A rowdy pair of Zora males had been harassing a young Hylian maiden. While it was not his business to intervene, to ignore a maiden in distress was to deny the very code of a warrior! He put himself between his fellows and the maiden, naught but a beast of scale and tattoos, more heavily marked than the rapscallions before him. All Lyall need do was place his webbed hand upon the hilt of his blade and they were scared off. He offered the Hylian aide, but she too was just as afraid, if not more so, of the shark-fanged hero. Lyall was struck by her behavior, but not surprised.
On his way home that night he found himself being stalked along the river’s edge and along the channel itself. He took off running in hopes of finding the higher ground against what he could only assume was an ambush. Oh and Lyall hated being right for turning the corner he found himself trapped by a wall of bodies. The two hooligans from earlier ratted him out to their companions. Lashing curses of the fisher trying to become a warrior filled the air with a rancor. Laughter soon followed when Lyall placed his webs upon the blade’s hold once more. The bluff would not work twice. It wasn’t difficult to understand…
Lyall could not draw his blade from its scabbard.
The squad jumped the young warrior who was forced to defend himself with his fists. While beaten bloody he was able to take out a few of the troublemakers. The very next day he returned to the dojo to question his master’s decision. To give him such a blade must have been a joke! But arriving at the dojo he found something amiss. The currents were still. Lyall rushed inside only to find that it has been attacked. A number of students were injured and a few dead. His master was nowhere to be found. After tending to those he could Lyall went in search of his master, following the trial of disturbed sand and coral on the river bed, back to the Lake. The mob had hidden itself with his master as a hostage. He was to face their leader in a duel to the death as penance for his disrespect to their younger members.
The warrior was at a clear disadvantage in not only numbers, but the master was old …
Lyall exited from the squad’s hideout with his master slung over his back. Swimming back to the river would take part of the light and at night even the waters were not safe these days. He set down to rest, allowing his master to have a moment. In the fight to protect his students Lyall’s mentor had been mortally wounded and it was not until he saw the blood on his fins that he realized.
“Those fins are BUSHIDO,” His master spoke, placing his bloodied hands on his shoulder. “Before you a wounded soldier. BUSHIDO.” He declared as he looked to Lyall in the eye. He knew what he had to do, to observe his master’s honor. “....goodbye.”
Lyall pressed his thumb against the hilt of his blade. With a click it drew from its scabbard. He stood, the old master holding onto his shoulders. Pulling the shimmering weapon back, the light of twilight reflecting from above the old master gave Lyall his blessing:
“ke Húm.”
Lyall nodded. “Wearing the armor of light, you will soar into the sky.” He lowered his head and turned his blade. “...I love you master.” And with that the reborn Lyall ran his master through so that he could die with honor, and Lyall could take his place.
As the master’s body sunk to the riverbed the reborn ke Húm looked up only to catch eyes with his best friend. The warrior parted his jaws, her name caught in his throat. “Monster!” She cursed him before swimming as fast as she could back to the rivers. Lyall charged forward, but he had never been as fast as her, and not with this burden. He was unable to catch up with her.
It was too late.
It was too damn late!
“No, you don’t understand…” His words stuck in his heart as he was surrounded by his classmates. Those who survived had a fire in their eyes and chased the murderer from their dojo. Lyall could not return… He was too weak as he was now. To naive to tell them the truth. As he was now he could not honor his master’s memory and take the dojo a dishonored hero.
He would make his choice. Bidding his family farewell, explaining to them of his decision to make this journey of penance, they would depart with saddened hearts. His mother gave to him one last kiss and his father one last hug. He would travel.
And for ten years he would roam, searching for his penance. He had been unable to draw his blade since that day, but he knew once he found his path he could hear her sing again. Her name?
...he named her Aleus.
[attr="class","resetapptitle1"]WEAPONS
[attr="class","resetapptext"]On his person he carries a large samurai sword named Aleus, of which he claims is carved from the spine of a whale. He never is seen unsheathing his blade, preferring to use the scabbard for defense and his fists for offense. The blade itself is a bone-white and seemed to have a pink-blue hue along the bladed edge. It is carried in a black scabbard inlaid with gold leaf shaped like ginko leaves. A red, twisted rope hangs on the end of the scabbard of which he uses to tie to his hip..
[attr="class","resetapptitle1"]ITEMS
[attr="class","resetapptext"]Lyall carries with him his claret kimono wherever he goes, his prized possession. Some days he claims it had come from his fallen master, others he says it was a gift from a powerful mistress in Hyrule. Within his sleeves a chokko cup and a sake bottle of which he regularly refills when he is in town. There is also a strange oni mask in his possession he claims to be cursed with the spirit of a powerful demon he slew some time ago. It is hard to tell of it is simply a tall tale as the mask’s eerie gaze can pierce even the bravest of men. The mask seems to carry a magical effect giving the illusion he wears a Hylian's skin.
[attr="class","resetapptitle1"]MAGIC
[attr="class","resetapptext"]+ Water Mastery: The Zora's incredible flexibility makes them so adept underwater that there's nothing short of another water based creature that can match them. Any member of another race fighting a Zora in the water is just not going to win, not without luck.
+ Bladed Fins: All Zora have rather sharp fins. When need be, they can extend them and use them as bladed weapons.
+ Electrical Barriers: One of a Zora's biological functions is to erect a barrier made of electricity. While it can give a painful shock, it can't actually stop any physical attacks. It can however, disintegrate minor magical projectiles.
- Weak to Ice: Zora are warm water fish, and as a result, take extra damage from Ice based attacks.
+ Bladed Fins: All Zora have rather sharp fins. When need be, they can extend them and use them as bladed weapons.
+ Electrical Barriers: One of a Zora's biological functions is to erect a barrier made of electricity. While it can give a painful shock, it can't actually stop any physical attacks. It can however, disintegrate minor magical projectiles.
- Weak to Ice: Zora are warm water fish, and as a result, take extra damage from Ice based attacks.
[attr="class","resetapptitle1"]EXTRA
[attr="class","resetapptext"]- N/A
[attr="class","resetappfc"]Dramatical Murders, Kojaku
