Name: Belit Astarte
Country Affiliation: Heliohapt Kingdom
Race: Half Fanalis (Fanalis dominant race, human inferrior)
Tier: D-Tier (Novice
Class: Warrior (Glaive/stave)
Age + Birthday: 24 :06/06/???
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Charismatic and energetic she loves to gain new experiences and challenge herself to surpass any limit set in front of her or by her own body. Though playful and childish at times, when she gets serious there is no stopping her from what she put her mind towards.
Loyal to those that win her favor and attention Would do nigh anything for them as long as it doesn't clash with her own personal views or honor-bound words.
The perfectionist streak in her character being a boon as much as a curse at times. Making her forget about the time once she starts to train or master a new craft that has piqued her interest. In those moments she might seem aloof and uninterested in contact with others but it is merely her focus and want for mastering what she takes up. Which in turn makes her shutout anything around her to reach her foal in the shortest time possible.
Enjoys dancing to her heart's content, her combat movements and behavior are aching to a dance. Always in motion, without end. One movement blending into another without stop or thought, as if just an extension of her own being.
Her own personal motto is "Loyalty is its own reward".
Likes: Cooking new dishes - From a young age she enjoyed trying new dishes and how ingredients react with one another. Being taught by her mother, it has remained one of her favorite activities besides dancing.
Feeding others - Having others eat and enjoy her food, along with seeing that they enjoy it brings great joy to hear and makes all the hard work around making means a very rewarding activity she doesn't mind doing.
Helping people - Being raised in a small community made her aware of the treasure that is helping others and making things easier for them if it's possible to do so without hurting your own progress.
Seeing others smile - Bringing smiles and laughter to others is a wonderful gift that she tries to share with anyone she comes across. Be it through jokes or dance, or the food she cooks as long as they smile that's enough of a reward for her.
Hates: Manipulative people - Making others their puppets and playing them like fiddles isn't something she enjoys seeing nor would support.
People that go back on their words - Giving someone a promise is like signing a deal for her. So seeing someone break their own words and self isn't something she is fond of seeing.
Senseless and unprovoked conflict - Spilling blood for blood's sake is the worst offense she can witness. Treating life cheapy and as if it's dirt, makes her angry and ready to strike down anyone.
Slavery - Enslaving anyone to do their bidding without proper recompense is wrong, she wouldn't stand for that or anyone that upholds it.
Weak Women - Women that won't speak up for themselves and feel the need to gratify their husband or males in their family. Being subservient and not speaking their mind or speaking against things they dislike.
Weak Men - A man that can't defend himself has no worth in her eyes. One that cant protect his future family, wife, and children is just asking to be a victim and have it all taken away. Strength comes in many forms, not just brute strength, but lacking any strength and not working to acquire some way of protection is a sin.
Using children - Is the worst possible thing someone could do in front of her and expect to not get their head caved in or be killed on the spot.
Aspirations: Belits aspirations stem from the way she saw and lead her life until her adulthood. Now at the age of twenty-four, she has a much better grasp of how the world works and how true or false people are in dealings with others. The tragedies that steam from war and greed, corruption and profane desires of the flesh or perverse wants of the mind that corrupt both and kill the spirit. In such a world she has seen enough to wish to wipe it all away and destroy those that bring such events into the wake of it. Her wish and aspiration are noble ones but if she will make it or not is hard to tell. She aspires to create a nation. One that will embrace all the orphans and abused slaves, or banished into its fold. Offer them a place to school and advance themselves. Bring them up into the shining light that was their birthright.
Though larger ambitions she does have her own desires of mastering the art of dance, slaying a grand beast that she could mount in her house, and build a legacy for her children and family to enjoy. Or at least be in a more profitable state when born than she was, not that her parents didn't provide the best they could, but she wants to push her bloodline even further.
Conquering at least two dungeons and claiming the mighty beings that are called djinns is a fancy of hers. Adventure is her strive in life and acquiring such a thing would proper her name through the realm and give her bargaining power even if she would have to lower herself to royals to gain enough finance and men to establish what she wished. Having a large family with many daughters and sons.
Fears: The fears she has are sometimes childish in her own mind, to say the least. She finds that death is a natural state of being and that sooner or later she will die or cease to exist in one form or another. She had many times debated the local wise man and temple priestess about what happens after. Her personal view is that as a descendant of a goddess and god she will spring back to life once more. Her body is bathed in a golden light as the foul air of the world leaves her and her body gets filled with the primordial Sah and ascends as she was mean to be. Though that is a thing she believes the creeping voice in the hind of her mind tells her that she might fail the forty-two trials of the halls of the Jackal God... and if she does so she will be devoured by the demons of the shadows.
To say that she wishes to avoid the eternal damnation of the shadow realm is nothing to scoff at. Her other fear is failing at the dreams and things she had set out for herself. Failing to master the art of dance, failing to conquer dungeons, and having a large group of friends and family.
Though a daughter she still sees it in her mind that she has to keep her family line going strong...
Her greatest fear is being barren and unable to have children, which would crush her soul.
Face-Claim: Self Drawn OC
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 169 cm
Weight: 49kg
Appearance: Long dark brown beautifully kept hair raches to the lower of her rear. Two piercing amber eyes set anyone in their place as cold and warmth mix in them giving confusion to those that would fancy her. Her small yet plump lips are soft red in color a stark contrast to her tanned skin. Her body curvaceous and beautifully sculpted like a statue that has come to life. A strong yet soft neck connected that teasing head to the rest of her body, a necklace of gold was set there and a single small gem shone as the light reflected across it. Each breath making her chest heave and strain against the clothing she wears, the two cloth strings were hugging her breasts and still made them spill out, or maybe that was the intention from the start. Her waist making her figure become an hourglass, strong and firm, athletic even. Her lower outfit was made from pieces of cloth and string forming into a pattern and making her body exposed yet covered at the same time. Flowing downwards into a curve to her legs. Her long legs only further accentuated by the bracelet and stocking-like pieces of outfit that were enhanced with golden details... Her hands baring bracelets and rings, two on one hand and two on the other, one of them having three gems set into it as it was divided into tile-like pieces. The bracelet on her hand having a pattern of S-like shapes and carvings that gave it depth and were reminiscent of the sand dunes and snake movements.
Rukh Alignment: Light
History: Belit was born in a mountain village far away from the main cities of the Heliohapt Kingdom. Her parents being as opposite as could be yet so similar it was no wonder they got together. Life eventually blessed them with four children from which she was the 2nd oldest. Before her was her brother and after her a younger brother and even smaller sister.
Her mother was a fiery Heliohapt woman in appearance. With a strong temper and fierce personality. Life didn't spare her but she remained unbowed and unbroken. Tanned skin and dark hair along with green eyes made her like a jewel. Hardworking and never giving up she worked across the kingdoms in many restaurants and kitchens. Eventually returned to her home village once war broke out.
Belit s father was a giant of a man. Kind and of large heart but once angered stern and difficult to reason or argue with. His campaigns in the Reim Kingdoms army left scars on its body. Settling down the two married. You might ask yourself where Belit's history and the story start well, it started on the day she was born. The moon was full and on the sixth hour of the morning, her soft scream was heard. Though healthy and strong for a baby she was hyperactive and curious about all things she saw.
So it happened that she would go hunting with her father and brother, cook and clean with her mother. Play with other children of her father's sister and spend the larger amount of her childhood in innocent bliss. But fate had other ideas in mind for her future and life. Dangerous beasts started to pop up around villages and ancient ruins, some saying that the ruins didn't even exist till a few days ago or that they were ill omens from the gods. Belit herself only grew more interested and seeing that she could use this opportunity to strike out on her own she took charge in an exploration, though disguised. Her parents being none the wiser until they realized way too late that she left. In an engagement with wild beasts, she tested her mettle. The lessons of self-defense and weapon usage from her father's army days were a boon in itself. Her figure striking hope into the hearts of those that had relinquished themselves to death. In the direst hour she charged ahead into the maw of the abyss.
The hulking creature's claws were ready to rend her body asunder. Each swipe and strike of its claw and maw were just a hair's breadth from ending her there and then. Her body moved on its own, slowly the adrenaline spike did its purpose. She got more daring, got ready to ripost and strike back, each attack of the creature was becoming more apparent. Her movements meanwhile becoming more elusive and confusing for the beast. Her glaive found purchase between the scaled beast's chest. Pushing the polearm deeper she was rewarded with a rich scent of iron and something stronger in smell than sulfur. The monster gave one last desperate pounce to get her, but she was too fast, too quick, and agile for it to succeed in its plans. Skidding across the floor the beast heaved heavily before Belit set a foot on its body, removing the glaive and slicing across its nape she stopped its suffering. Her body had bruises and scratches but she won. Raising its head on her glaive she gave a loud shout and the other smaller monsters scurried away with their tails behind their legs.
Her fellow villagers were shocked before starting to praise her. This was but one of many hunts to come she participated and showed her prowess and worth as a warrior. Eventually, it was time to sell their spoils from the creatures and in one of the larger cities. The city was beautiful and walking around she found many eyes being drawn towards herself and her body. Stumbling around she found herself in the midst of a performance that had three enticing women dancing and contorting their bodies. The sheen foil of sweet on their bodies, and the joy they had made her heart tremble and eyes glitter like a child's.
Being intrigued by the art of dance, she spent the better bit of her own savings to get the most proficient woman of the group to teach her, show her. She spent a week there just learning and dancing daily, getting corrected and guided. Soon the blossoming talent she had bloomed and she could dance and keep up with them. On her way to leave a rumor whispered into her ear that the ruins she saw before were called Dungeons, where grand beasts and powerful beings resided. If one had the fate and courage to enter them they could claim prices beyond dreams and gain the power to bring forth a country. To make their own dreams come true. A faint smile appeared on her face as she grinned and started running back home to tell her parents of the new adventure she would go on. Her largest by far.
RP Sample: From the nearby village crows flew and smoke arose as the basking sun was setting its rays and would exchange its place in the sky with the moon. Playing her flute and looking up from her horse she heard the scream of a young girl and the neigh of her horse companion made it clear she would have to go there. If not for herself for her stubborn companion.
Adjusting herself into a proper riding position she took the reins in one hand and pulled with a determined hand. The horse getting on its back legs as it thrust its fronts legs powerfully and started in full gear towards the village.
Meanwhile In The Village
A hoard of scarred and stinking men was prancing about the houses, rounding up the women, children, and elderly.
Their leader was an elongated man, his facial hair styled in a goatee and two long eel-like mustache ends that fell down his chin and face, reaching close to his torso. His hair was held by a bandana attached to his head that was lacking any emblem of house or clan. His jet black hair was long and greasy reaching past the middle of his back and was tied at the end with a large orb. His clothes were in two layers the first one being dark brown while the overshirt and his baggy-like pants were a bright yellow. Over his shoulder, he held a nine-ringed sword as he was using the other hand to dig for gold in his nose.
"Tchaa~ filthy peasants can't even bring enough rice and meat to feed me. I should kill you all on the place. But you have the luck that I am in a good mood. I will just take some of your daughters for myself and my men."
His laughter was aching to a mouse and weasel, pitiful, small, and annoying. Yet were it not for the fact he had deserters somehow under him. The people would have already stoned him to death.
"You should be honored that I the Earth Lord am so forgiving for your failures...Mmmm mmm...yes and I think you will give me double the rice next month" *His laugher increased once more to an annoying level and pitch.*
His antics were getting worse as he was going from woman and girl and finding faults in each one of them. Or making snide remarks towards the boys and men in the line. His lackeys making the occasional dumb remark or such.
"Daaa...even horses look better than you"
"What a poor face..tch tch.."
"Ah what a mess of hair even Baldy has better-kept hair than you"
"Ohh...you aren't that bad, though you are boy arent ya! Kekekeke~"
Each comment was followed with either a touch of his rat-like mustache or a scratch of his lice-infested hair.
Passing one woman that was dressed in more proper and clean clothes she cursed under her breath and extended her foot. Tripping over it the Earth lord flailed his weapon in large circles as he was getting up and almost fell all over himself. His men not being able to stifle the laughter coming up from their throats got a good look of his crazy eye as he sliced one of his own followers in half.
"Dont'ya SCREW WITH ME! EHhhh You think you are too good for me?! I will burn you and you're village but not before having my way with you and then throwing you to the dogs!!."
His eyes going in different directions as he licked his tongue against the nine-ringed blade. His men and the people meanwhile were busy looking towards the flute-playing woman that dismounted from her black stead with a single move, jumping down her chest bounced as she stood up. Her raven black hair whipping like striking serpents that got a single command and fell in place as she brushed a hair lock aside. Her fingers gripping at her sword as she softly walked in her gette shoes, which made her a good bit taller than she actually was. Opening her eyes a blue-colored fueled them for a minute as she dashed towards the stricken men. Stricken by her beauty yes, but also by her sword in a second, two fell and she didn't even blink.
The third one was less lecherous or maybe even shocked so reacted with drilled reflexes to block her sword. Though he got his sword only half the way out to block her, the piercing motion that followed found its way to his heart as she pulled it out. Gripping one of the fallen men's sleaves she used it to wipe off her blade, before speaking with a faint smile.
"It seems to me that you are burning with a wish for death more than anything, Earth Worm."
A large vein popped on his head as it pulsed with the rage of a volcano. His face would have put a tomato to shame. Kicking one of the cut-down men he shook his head and started slicing left and right as he changed hands and then finally screamed out a shout.
"Kchaaa! What is this damn village and all these women, are ya dumb or something!"
His lust-filled eyes landing on her breasts and exposed thighs as he licked his tongue and got red in his face.
"Say, nee~san I can forgive you for killing my men if you pay me 100 000 Huang, and if you don't have any, you know you could pay with your body"
His hands making a grabbing motion towards her breasts as he spoke those words.
She on the other hand remained calm and closed her eyes her smile remaining as it were. As if not phased at all.
"I think you will pay these people, but sadly you won't be there to see it that I am sure off."
Both of them clashed for a split second it looked like the Earth Lord had the upper hand, as Baldy approached from the side and swung his axe.
To the surprise of Ayame the large bald, and tanned man was quick and fast. Though one of his closed eyes opened up for a second a sliver of expertise was there.
Dodging by a hair's breadth she stoked the bang where the hair was missing and shook her head. Her posture changing into a low stance as she ran up to the Earth Lord.
To his praise, he wasn't as incompetent as it seemed. His guard was well enough to block the momentum of her blade even though she pushed him back and forced him on the defensive. She kept an eye open for the bald man that would swing his axe sooner or later.
As if on time, an axe swing came towards her legs. Jumping up she kicked away the Earth Lords' blade and spun around slamming her curved sword into the axes heft and breaking it apart.
The two men were baffled for a second before she put the tip of her blade against the Earth Lords' throat.
"C-come on nee~san I was just joking, I wouldn't turn the village to ash. Ain't that right Baldy!"
The other man was confused but lightly nodded.
"S-see it is all just harmless fun I .."
A foot came flying into his side as she kicked him towards Baldy, and sheathed her blade.
"I don't kill those that are unarmed, so take your master and find a more profitable calling than ransacking villages like this one. Else I will find you and you won't have a second chance."
At the last part, her face turned and it was as if asuras from temple entrances stood behind her. Gusts of strong wind blew as the two scurried around. Turning around she helped the injured and bruised up villagers before sighing. Another fine day she got herself into troubles that weren't her problem oh well...the grumbling of her tummy made her blush as she shyly asked if there was enough rice for her bowl as well.
Country Affiliation: Heliohapt Kingdom
Race: Half Fanalis (Fanalis dominant race, human inferrior)
Tier: D-Tier (Novice
Class: Warrior (Glaive/stave)
Age + Birthday: 24 :06/06/???
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Charismatic and energetic she loves to gain new experiences and challenge herself to surpass any limit set in front of her or by her own body. Though playful and childish at times, when she gets serious there is no stopping her from what she put her mind towards.
Loyal to those that win her favor and attention Would do nigh anything for them as long as it doesn't clash with her own personal views or honor-bound words.
The perfectionist streak in her character being a boon as much as a curse at times. Making her forget about the time once she starts to train or master a new craft that has piqued her interest. In those moments she might seem aloof and uninterested in contact with others but it is merely her focus and want for mastering what she takes up. Which in turn makes her shutout anything around her to reach her foal in the shortest time possible.
Enjoys dancing to her heart's content, her combat movements and behavior are aching to a dance. Always in motion, without end. One movement blending into another without stop or thought, as if just an extension of her own being.
Her own personal motto is "Loyalty is its own reward".
Likes: Cooking new dishes - From a young age she enjoyed trying new dishes and how ingredients react with one another. Being taught by her mother, it has remained one of her favorite activities besides dancing.
Feeding others - Having others eat and enjoy her food, along with seeing that they enjoy it brings great joy to hear and makes all the hard work around making means a very rewarding activity she doesn't mind doing.
Helping people - Being raised in a small community made her aware of the treasure that is helping others and making things easier for them if it's possible to do so without hurting your own progress.
Seeing others smile - Bringing smiles and laughter to others is a wonderful gift that she tries to share with anyone she comes across. Be it through jokes or dance, or the food she cooks as long as they smile that's enough of a reward for her.
Hates: Manipulative people - Making others their puppets and playing them like fiddles isn't something she enjoys seeing nor would support.
People that go back on their words - Giving someone a promise is like signing a deal for her. So seeing someone break their own words and self isn't something she is fond of seeing.
Senseless and unprovoked conflict - Spilling blood for blood's sake is the worst offense she can witness. Treating life cheapy and as if it's dirt, makes her angry and ready to strike down anyone.
Slavery - Enslaving anyone to do their bidding without proper recompense is wrong, she wouldn't stand for that or anyone that upholds it.
Weak Women - Women that won't speak up for themselves and feel the need to gratify their husband or males in their family. Being subservient and not speaking their mind or speaking against things they dislike.
Weak Men - A man that can't defend himself has no worth in her eyes. One that cant protect his future family, wife, and children is just asking to be a victim and have it all taken away. Strength comes in many forms, not just brute strength, but lacking any strength and not working to acquire some way of protection is a sin.
Using children - Is the worst possible thing someone could do in front of her and expect to not get their head caved in or be killed on the spot.
Aspirations: Belits aspirations stem from the way she saw and lead her life until her adulthood. Now at the age of twenty-four, she has a much better grasp of how the world works and how true or false people are in dealings with others. The tragedies that steam from war and greed, corruption and profane desires of the flesh or perverse wants of the mind that corrupt both and kill the spirit. In such a world she has seen enough to wish to wipe it all away and destroy those that bring such events into the wake of it. Her wish and aspiration are noble ones but if she will make it or not is hard to tell. She aspires to create a nation. One that will embrace all the orphans and abused slaves, or banished into its fold. Offer them a place to school and advance themselves. Bring them up into the shining light that was their birthright.
Though larger ambitions she does have her own desires of mastering the art of dance, slaying a grand beast that she could mount in her house, and build a legacy for her children and family to enjoy. Or at least be in a more profitable state when born than she was, not that her parents didn't provide the best they could, but she wants to push her bloodline even further.
Conquering at least two dungeons and claiming the mighty beings that are called djinns is a fancy of hers. Adventure is her strive in life and acquiring such a thing would proper her name through the realm and give her bargaining power even if she would have to lower herself to royals to gain enough finance and men to establish what she wished. Having a large family with many daughters and sons.
Fears: The fears she has are sometimes childish in her own mind, to say the least. She finds that death is a natural state of being and that sooner or later she will die or cease to exist in one form or another. She had many times debated the local wise man and temple priestess about what happens after. Her personal view is that as a descendant of a goddess and god she will spring back to life once more. Her body is bathed in a golden light as the foul air of the world leaves her and her body gets filled with the primordial Sah and ascends as she was mean to be. Though that is a thing she believes the creeping voice in the hind of her mind tells her that she might fail the forty-two trials of the halls of the Jackal God... and if she does so she will be devoured by the demons of the shadows.
To say that she wishes to avoid the eternal damnation of the shadow realm is nothing to scoff at. Her other fear is failing at the dreams and things she had set out for herself. Failing to master the art of dance, failing to conquer dungeons, and having a large group of friends and family.
Though a daughter she still sees it in her mind that she has to keep her family line going strong...
Her greatest fear is being barren and unable to have children, which would crush her soul.
Face-Claim: Self Drawn OC
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 169 cm
Weight: 49kg
Appearance: Long dark brown beautifully kept hair raches to the lower of her rear. Two piercing amber eyes set anyone in their place as cold and warmth mix in them giving confusion to those that would fancy her. Her small yet plump lips are soft red in color a stark contrast to her tanned skin. Her body curvaceous and beautifully sculpted like a statue that has come to life. A strong yet soft neck connected that teasing head to the rest of her body, a necklace of gold was set there and a single small gem shone as the light reflected across it. Each breath making her chest heave and strain against the clothing she wears, the two cloth strings were hugging her breasts and still made them spill out, or maybe that was the intention from the start. Her waist making her figure become an hourglass, strong and firm, athletic even. Her lower outfit was made from pieces of cloth and string forming into a pattern and making her body exposed yet covered at the same time. Flowing downwards into a curve to her legs. Her long legs only further accentuated by the bracelet and stocking-like pieces of outfit that were enhanced with golden details... Her hands baring bracelets and rings, two on one hand and two on the other, one of them having three gems set into it as it was divided into tile-like pieces. The bracelet on her hand having a pattern of S-like shapes and carvings that gave it depth and were reminiscent of the sand dunes and snake movements.
Rukh Alignment: Light
History: Belit was born in a mountain village far away from the main cities of the Heliohapt Kingdom. Her parents being as opposite as could be yet so similar it was no wonder they got together. Life eventually blessed them with four children from which she was the 2nd oldest. Before her was her brother and after her a younger brother and even smaller sister.
Her mother was a fiery Heliohapt woman in appearance. With a strong temper and fierce personality. Life didn't spare her but she remained unbowed and unbroken. Tanned skin and dark hair along with green eyes made her like a jewel. Hardworking and never giving up she worked across the kingdoms in many restaurants and kitchens. Eventually returned to her home village once war broke out.
Belit s father was a giant of a man. Kind and of large heart but once angered stern and difficult to reason or argue with. His campaigns in the Reim Kingdoms army left scars on its body. Settling down the two married. You might ask yourself where Belit's history and the story start well, it started on the day she was born. The moon was full and on the sixth hour of the morning, her soft scream was heard. Though healthy and strong for a baby she was hyperactive and curious about all things she saw.
So it happened that she would go hunting with her father and brother, cook and clean with her mother. Play with other children of her father's sister and spend the larger amount of her childhood in innocent bliss. But fate had other ideas in mind for her future and life. Dangerous beasts started to pop up around villages and ancient ruins, some saying that the ruins didn't even exist till a few days ago or that they were ill omens from the gods. Belit herself only grew more interested and seeing that she could use this opportunity to strike out on her own she took charge in an exploration, though disguised. Her parents being none the wiser until they realized way too late that she left. In an engagement with wild beasts, she tested her mettle. The lessons of self-defense and weapon usage from her father's army days were a boon in itself. Her figure striking hope into the hearts of those that had relinquished themselves to death. In the direst hour she charged ahead into the maw of the abyss.
The hulking creature's claws were ready to rend her body asunder. Each swipe and strike of its claw and maw were just a hair's breadth from ending her there and then. Her body moved on its own, slowly the adrenaline spike did its purpose. She got more daring, got ready to ripost and strike back, each attack of the creature was becoming more apparent. Her movements meanwhile becoming more elusive and confusing for the beast. Her glaive found purchase between the scaled beast's chest. Pushing the polearm deeper she was rewarded with a rich scent of iron and something stronger in smell than sulfur. The monster gave one last desperate pounce to get her, but she was too fast, too quick, and agile for it to succeed in its plans. Skidding across the floor the beast heaved heavily before Belit set a foot on its body, removing the glaive and slicing across its nape she stopped its suffering. Her body had bruises and scratches but she won. Raising its head on her glaive she gave a loud shout and the other smaller monsters scurried away with their tails behind their legs.
Her fellow villagers were shocked before starting to praise her. This was but one of many hunts to come she participated and showed her prowess and worth as a warrior. Eventually, it was time to sell their spoils from the creatures and in one of the larger cities. The city was beautiful and walking around she found many eyes being drawn towards herself and her body. Stumbling around she found herself in the midst of a performance that had three enticing women dancing and contorting their bodies. The sheen foil of sweet on their bodies, and the joy they had made her heart tremble and eyes glitter like a child's.
Being intrigued by the art of dance, she spent the better bit of her own savings to get the most proficient woman of the group to teach her, show her. She spent a week there just learning and dancing daily, getting corrected and guided. Soon the blossoming talent she had bloomed and she could dance and keep up with them. On her way to leave a rumor whispered into her ear that the ruins she saw before were called Dungeons, where grand beasts and powerful beings resided. If one had the fate and courage to enter them they could claim prices beyond dreams and gain the power to bring forth a country. To make their own dreams come true. A faint smile appeared on her face as she grinned and started running back home to tell her parents of the new adventure she would go on. Her largest by far.
RP Sample: From the nearby village crows flew and smoke arose as the basking sun was setting its rays and would exchange its place in the sky with the moon. Playing her flute and looking up from her horse she heard the scream of a young girl and the neigh of her horse companion made it clear she would have to go there. If not for herself for her stubborn companion.
Adjusting herself into a proper riding position she took the reins in one hand and pulled with a determined hand. The horse getting on its back legs as it thrust its fronts legs powerfully and started in full gear towards the village.
Meanwhile In The Village
A hoard of scarred and stinking men was prancing about the houses, rounding up the women, children, and elderly.
Their leader was an elongated man, his facial hair styled in a goatee and two long eel-like mustache ends that fell down his chin and face, reaching close to his torso. His hair was held by a bandana attached to his head that was lacking any emblem of house or clan. His jet black hair was long and greasy reaching past the middle of his back and was tied at the end with a large orb. His clothes were in two layers the first one being dark brown while the overshirt and his baggy-like pants were a bright yellow. Over his shoulder, he held a nine-ringed sword as he was using the other hand to dig for gold in his nose.
"Tchaa~ filthy peasants can't even bring enough rice and meat to feed me. I should kill you all on the place. But you have the luck that I am in a good mood. I will just take some of your daughters for myself and my men."
His laughter was aching to a mouse and weasel, pitiful, small, and annoying. Yet were it not for the fact he had deserters somehow under him. The people would have already stoned him to death.
"You should be honored that I the Earth Lord am so forgiving for your failures...Mmmm mmm...yes and I think you will give me double the rice next month" *His laugher increased once more to an annoying level and pitch.*
His antics were getting worse as he was going from woman and girl and finding faults in each one of them. Or making snide remarks towards the boys and men in the line. His lackeys making the occasional dumb remark or such.
"Daaa...even horses look better than you"
"What a poor face..tch tch.."
"Ah what a mess of hair even Baldy has better-kept hair than you"
"Ohh...you aren't that bad, though you are boy arent ya! Kekekeke~"
Each comment was followed with either a touch of his rat-like mustache or a scratch of his lice-infested hair.
Passing one woman that was dressed in more proper and clean clothes she cursed under her breath and extended her foot. Tripping over it the Earth lord flailed his weapon in large circles as he was getting up and almost fell all over himself. His men not being able to stifle the laughter coming up from their throats got a good look of his crazy eye as he sliced one of his own followers in half.
"Dont'ya SCREW WITH ME! EHhhh You think you are too good for me?! I will burn you and you're village but not before having my way with you and then throwing you to the dogs!!."
His eyes going in different directions as he licked his tongue against the nine-ringed blade. His men and the people meanwhile were busy looking towards the flute-playing woman that dismounted from her black stead with a single move, jumping down her chest bounced as she stood up. Her raven black hair whipping like striking serpents that got a single command and fell in place as she brushed a hair lock aside. Her fingers gripping at her sword as she softly walked in her gette shoes, which made her a good bit taller than she actually was. Opening her eyes a blue-colored fueled them for a minute as she dashed towards the stricken men. Stricken by her beauty yes, but also by her sword in a second, two fell and she didn't even blink.
The third one was less lecherous or maybe even shocked so reacted with drilled reflexes to block her sword. Though he got his sword only half the way out to block her, the piercing motion that followed found its way to his heart as she pulled it out. Gripping one of the fallen men's sleaves she used it to wipe off her blade, before speaking with a faint smile.
"It seems to me that you are burning with a wish for death more than anything, Earth Worm."
A large vein popped on his head as it pulsed with the rage of a volcano. His face would have put a tomato to shame. Kicking one of the cut-down men he shook his head and started slicing left and right as he changed hands and then finally screamed out a shout.
"Kchaaa! What is this damn village and all these women, are ya dumb or something!"
His lust-filled eyes landing on her breasts and exposed thighs as he licked his tongue and got red in his face.
"Say, nee~san I can forgive you for killing my men if you pay me 100 000 Huang, and if you don't have any, you know you could pay with your body"
His hands making a grabbing motion towards her breasts as he spoke those words.
She on the other hand remained calm and closed her eyes her smile remaining as it were. As if not phased at all.
"I think you will pay these people, but sadly you won't be there to see it that I am sure off."
Both of them clashed for a split second it looked like the Earth Lord had the upper hand, as Baldy approached from the side and swung his axe.
To the surprise of Ayame the large bald, and tanned man was quick and fast. Though one of his closed eyes opened up for a second a sliver of expertise was there.
Dodging by a hair's breadth she stoked the bang where the hair was missing and shook her head. Her posture changing into a low stance as she ran up to the Earth Lord.
To his praise, he wasn't as incompetent as it seemed. His guard was well enough to block the momentum of her blade even though she pushed him back and forced him on the defensive. She kept an eye open for the bald man that would swing his axe sooner or later.
As if on time, an axe swing came towards her legs. Jumping up she kicked away the Earth Lords' blade and spun around slamming her curved sword into the axes heft and breaking it apart.
The two men were baffled for a second before she put the tip of her blade against the Earth Lords' throat.
"C-come on nee~san I was just joking, I wouldn't turn the village to ash. Ain't that right Baldy!"
The other man was confused but lightly nodded.
"S-see it is all just harmless fun I .."
A foot came flying into his side as she kicked him towards Baldy, and sheathed her blade.
"I don't kill those that are unarmed, so take your master and find a more profitable calling than ransacking villages like this one. Else I will find you and you won't have a second chance."
At the last part, her face turned and it was as if asuras from temple entrances stood behind her. Gusts of strong wind blew as the two scurried around. Turning around she helped the injured and bruised up villagers before sighing. Another fine day she got herself into troubles that weren't her problem oh well...the grumbling of her tummy made her blush as she shyly asked if there was enough rice for her bowl as well.
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