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1Xen Li Ren Empty Xen Li Ren on 21/09/15, 08:51 pm

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Name: Xen Li Ren

Country Affiliation: Kou

Race: Human

Tier: D-Class

Specialization: Intelligence (Strength)

Age + Birthdate: 15; 2/16

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual. Doesn't care

Personality: A two-faced and cruel young woman, Xen Li is manipulative and cruel, uncaring about other people and for the most part, thinking of them as little more than pawns for her bid to raise herself to royalty. She is incredibly disdainful of the poor and often finds herself preferring the company of the easily-manipulated. Xen Li is also sensuous and very physical, caring little for the physical space of others, for various reasons. She often prefers cool weather, and is brutal to those who betray her trust. She is untrusting of those who do not devote themselves entirely to her, though her "mask" is good enough that most people can't tell. The woman often treats those who are above her with interest and amusement. She doesn't mind sucking up to them, though she often believes herself to be superior to them. Once she genuinely cares about someone, however, she is often known to be very loving and caring, to the point of adopting the role of an "Older Sister", who is willing to go far enough to kill those who hurt the people she cares about. She also carries herself with an air of sensuality, and acts as if sensuality is an art, rather than a mere indulgence of pleasure. She often is cold even in romantic situations, and it is incredibly difficult to get the girl to admit to having romantic feelings in the first place, though she is more than willing to sleep with those who spark her interest.

Likes: Wealth. She adores wealth and will do almost anything to gain just a few more gold pieces, since she was born to the lowest slave class in the Kou empire, before running away from her fate at the age of 5.
Beauty. Her love of beauty extends almost as far as her adoration of wealth and gold. She loves it as a weapon that she can use in order to manipulate others.

Dislikes: Idiots. People whom are too dumb to make decisions that she can take advantage of rub her the wrong way, and make her feel incapable of advancing one of her goals.
Slaves. Slaves frustrate her, and remind her of her history. Watching slaves get abused has the potential to cause immense traumatic experiences from her past to rise up to her mind.

Aspirations: To marry her way into Kou royalty, and have her life set for. She wishes to seduce a prince or emperor and become one of his concubines, and then use her magic and powers in order to kill the wife, until she is the only one remaining. She also intends to use the power she gains in order to have whatever she desires fulfilled. She is willing to attempt to even join the military in order to fulfill her dream.

Phobias/fears: Xen Li is terrified of dealing with slaves and interacting with them. Seeing slaves reminds her of her former life, a thing that she has utter and complete disgust for. It triggers emotional breakdowns and terrifying visions of what happened to her and her mother, and viewing them can cause even the usually cold and manipulative Xen Li to become emotional and brutal. They can even render the woman physically abusive, just by the sight of them.

Face-Claim: Lai (by Deroichi)

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Reddish Auburn

Height: 162cm(5'4")

Weight: 48kg(107lbs)

Appearance: Usually clad in a less restrictive garment than most of the clothing of people of her country. Her outfit is often seen as a Chinese Dress with various colors, trims, and patterns, with slits at one leg, in order to accentuate the curves of her hips and her body, as well as her posterior, all of which are sensual, albeit slender. These dresses are often sleeveless, though not always so. She also wears fur coats of varying colors and types, if the area she's in are cold. She also wears black shoes that seem to be the only type of shoe that she wears. Her hair is cut into a short bob, and her lips are soft and often colored with make-up. She is often standing up as straight as she can, with her small chest pushed outwards in order to demonstrate as much self-confidence as she can. Her hips sashay when she walks, and her eyes seem to look down on everybody who walks by her. Her movements are still slow and easy, deliberate. She often looks around and attempts to make decisions on others that she can see in order to manipulate them. She also uses her long fingers and nails in order to brush through her hair. When she's debating an action to take, she doesn't show it through anything beyond looking at her nails, by raising her hand to her face, and bending her fingers towards her face, glancing at her nails as they look downwards.

Rukh Alignment: Black.

Special Traits: No matter how much she washes or how sweaty she gets, Xen Li always smells of sweet lilacs.

History: Born to one of the slave classes and seen as being a disposable and useless being. A subhuman. A creature not worthy of a first glance, let alone a second one. Even back then, she had a strong, natural personality. She refused to back down and she refused to be used by others. She was powerfully-willed and thoughtful. She wasn't nearly as manipulative or ill-willed as she was back then, and instead found herself a bit of a rebel girl, who even back then, bucked tradition as something useless. She was strong-willed and hid away from others, along with some of her friends, and played around during the day at times.
But her mother was beautiful. Gorgeous. Unbelievably so for royalty, let alone a slave. She was seen as the gem of the brown-clothed, and often was seen as something of use by most of the green-clothed. And though her mother pretended to be fine, and treated Xen Li as a precious treasure, one that should be never looked at as what she'd been seen as. She was so soft-spoken and kind-hearted that Xen Li absolutely adored her. Her mother was the light of poor Xen Li's life, and the girl hugged her mother tight every night, before they fell asleep in the same bed.
But no good thing lasts forever. And Xen Li's mother was eventually stripped and raped by other brown-clothed who hated the way the green-clothed civilians doted on her, and saw her as a threat. Xen Li was hidden in the closet and watched as her mother was raped, tortured, stripped of her pride, and eventually, her life. Xen Li had to watch every bit of it, her mind slowly eroding and cursing the fate that her mother had been forced to take upon her shoulders. Xen Li was perfectly fine with embracing her hatred, and sought to do her best in order to escape from her hometown, and get onto a boat. Eventually, the young girl found herself passage to Balbadd, and then to Reim. She spent her time as she grew up learning the arts of hostesses and servers, and eventually, even learned the power of magics and powers that she hadn't imagined she'd been capable of performing. With all of these tools at her disposal, she would have to have been insane not to try to use them in order to pull her revenge and obtain as much power with her tools as she could.
Beauty. Power. Magic. All of these things would be the great tools for Xen Li Ren to get her revenge, and to make all of the people whom made her suffer die horribly, slowly, and humiliatingly.

Role-Play Sample:
Blues as brilliant as the seas filled the tropical island's sky. The light periwinkle that spread across the sky might have been lesser than its land-based siblings, but it was still gorgeous nonetheless. A day worth celebrating, with no cloud yet visible in the skies. The grays and whites that should have tainted such a beautiful day and provided shade from the harshness of the Sun's rays were nowhere to be seen. For miles, there was nothing but open sky, and warm breezes that tickled the citizen's faces as they went about their daily business.

An odd land, for most who lived and enjoyed peaceful society, Yetse was well-known for its inhabitants strange customs. These included swordsmen training for all. Man, woman, adult, child, all were versed in the arts of swordplay, and enjoyed the speedy methods of fencing best. Swords of various lengths and in various numbers, remained at the hip of each citizen's wondrous clothing. Ruffled collars and pure white shirts, untainted by dirt and grime, were adorned by the men, and women's sleeves were adorned with such. The men furthered emphasized their island's wealth through the wearing of adorned waistcoats. Nothing but the highest of fashions for this island.

Something about this entire place was picturesque, despite its oddities, and the strange appearances of its citizens. A land at peace, where swordplay was used not for war but for peace. An art, a demonstration. There were swordplay dojos surrounding the vicinity, and each one of them rang heavily with the heavy thuds of wooden practice blades thwacking against each other. Even the clustered buildings were like a work of art! Mixing business with home was like a taboo artist's technique used in order to draw attention to the strangeness of the landscape.

Ah. Perhaps contrast was the way to describe such a town. Though its sights were gorgeous, there was another aspect to it entirely. Those dull thwacks. The duels of fencers in the streets were gorgeous, artistic, yet rang with the hard clang of blades. The sights did not match the strange sounds that filled this place. The gorgeous array of buildings was accompanied by the heavy clangs and smoke-billowing chimneys of the blacksmiths who were the nation's pride, even more than their swordplay. Hammers rang out in the heavy, high-pitched tones of valkyries heading off into battle. The smiths were hard at work today, as they were any day. The hard, powerful sounds seemed so different than the gentle feel of a warm Summer's breeze outside of the buildings. The scent of burning and metal was so out of place, compared to the gorgeous, unstained clothes that the citizens wore. A city of oddities, the likes of which littered this strange and beautiful world of theirs.

And yet, most oddly-placed, were the scent and sound of... A single person?

On the southern harbor, a single individual lay on his chest. His short-cut hair was a deep, chocolate brown in color, and blended in well with his skin. The slight tan of his skin was that of a worker's tan. Dark and slightly browned in places, though with displaced areas of light coloring around where his sleeves would have been. His body was toned and relatively average. His hair was damp and hung on his head, blocking his eyes from view. He was handsome-enough, moreso than the average man, and had immediately drawn attention when he'd stepped off of the boat. He was strong-bodied and capable, and he seemed to have a face that could be relied on, even if young. Now, the people around him staring with a mixture of awe, confusion, and disdain.

You see, this man, while dressed in traditional marine garb, had gotten off of the ship that he'd taken to arrive at Yetse, and stepped out onto the harbor, drenched in a stench of sweat that had filled the docks as he'd stepped off. A bag had been slipped over his back, and people had seen that his eyelids had started to droop, and he'd seemed oddly energized, despite the stench that hung over him. As he finally reached the dock, he immediately had fallen over, hunched onto the ground and left unmoving for what felt like minutes. And then, his palms, clad in black gloves, smacked into the wood of the dock. The resounding thud had filled the harbor with noise, and the young man started... To do push-ups. Knuckles bared against the wood and dug firmly into the strong wood that made up this portion of the harbor, away from the stone steps not that far in distance, and the man's chest lowered and raised, as if to some unseen rhythm. The youth had not even bothered to look up to greet the person who had requested his presence. This burly man, with hairy body and stout musculature, stared down, along with the rest of the people at the docks who were preoccupied by this man, with untold confusion. Was... Was he delirious?

Despite knowing he was being watched, Salazar muttered under his breath in a voice so quiet it was as if it were only in his head. "One. Two. Three." Each time he lowered himself, he raised himself up, using his chest muscles and burdening them further and further, pushing his body to the limit that he could manage. Beneath that sweat-stained Marine uniform beat a heart that would never stop. A strong body laced with muscle that had been earned, not gifted at birth like most. His body was artwork that he sought to own and perfect to the best of his ability. If that meant dropping off of the boat and doing push-up in perfect form. His muscles ached from the last set of two-hundred he'd done, and they protested vehemently against doing another set of two-hundred, especially when they were supposed to be doing jobs in order to get promoted. His heart halted all such protests from reaching his brain, yelling at his muscles and kicking oxygen into their asses harder than busoshoku haki smashed into regular Fishmen. His brain burnt with anticipation to do good by others, and his eyes shone like sapphires that were deeper and more focused than the light that shone through diamonds His gaze was intent and straightforward, as he waited for the person who was meant to be his superior, to arrive and give him the all-clear. Until then, he had two-hundred push-ups, four-hundred sit-ups, and three-hundred side-jumps to accomplish, to keep his body at its physical peak.

Yes. Perhaps, in this place of contradictory sound and sight, the only thing that was straightforward and direct in view and artistic quality, was this young marine, working out, while the burly, apron-clad man, with bald head, spoke to him about ceasing his inane activities, and heading into his workshop, so that they could talk about the mission that Salazar had been assigned on.



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2Xen Li Ren Empty Re: Xen Li Ren on 21/09/15, 10:45 pm

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Welcome to the forum! Sounds like an interesting character, I'm going to have to keep my eye on you :o
Anyway, just a few things outlined below to fix in your original post and we can get you started on your adventure.

Image Link: Since the domain of the picture you used didn't work with the forum, I uploaded the image to Imgur for you, so you can use the below code:
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Personality: Just missing a few words, I'm getting a word count of 186/200.


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3Xen Li Ren Empty Re: Xen Li Ren on 21/09/15, 11:13 pm

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Reposted it. Hope the themes are alright. And I think I'll be enjoying myself on here!

4Xen Li Ren Empty Re: Xen Li Ren on 21/09/15, 11:39 pm

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Approved~

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[b]Name:[/b] Xen Li Ren

[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Kou

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Tier:[/b] D-Class

[b]Specialization:[/b] Intelligence (Strength)

[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 15; 2/16

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual. Doesn't care

[b]Personality:[/b] A two-faced and cruel young woman, Xen Li is manipulative and cruel, uncaring about other people and for the most part, thinking of them as little more than pawns for her bid to raise herself to royalty. She is incredibly disdainful of the poor and often finds herself preferring the company of the easily-manipulated. Xen Li is also sensuous and very physical, caring little for the physical space of others, for various reasons. She often prefers cool weather, and is brutal to those who betray her trust. She is untrusting of those who do not devote themselves entirely to her, though her "mask" is good enough that most people can't tell. The woman often treats those who are above her with interest and amusement. She doesn't mind sucking up to them, though she often believes herself to be superior to them. Once she genuinely cares about someone, however, she is often known to be very loving and caring, to the point of adopting the role of an "Older Sister", who is willing to go far enough to kill those who hurt the people she cares about. She also carries herself with an air of sensuality, and acts as if sensuality is an art, rather than a mere indulgence of pleasure. She often is cold even in romantic situations, and it is incredibly difficult to get the girl to admit to having romantic feelings in the first place, though she is more than willing to sleep with those who spark her interest.

[b]Likes:[/b] Wealth. She adores wealth and will do almost anything to gain just a few more gold pieces, since she was born to the lowest slave class in the Kou empire, before running away from her fate at the age of 5.
Beauty. Her love of beauty extends almost as far as her adoration of wealth and gold. She loves it as a weapon that she can use in order to manipulate others.

[b]Dislikes:[/b] Idiots. People whom are too dumb to make decisions that she can take advantage of rub her the wrong way, and make her feel incapable of advancing one of her goals.
Slaves. Slaves frustrate her, and remind her of her history. Watching slaves get abused has the potential to cause immense traumatic experiences from her past to rise up to her mind.

[b]Aspirations:[/b] To marry her way into Kou royalty, and have her life set for. She wishes to seduce a prince or emperor and become one of his concubines, and then use her magic and powers in order to kill the wife, until she is the only one remaining. She also intends to use the power she gains in order to have whatever she desires fulfilled. She is willing to attempt to even join the military in order to fulfill her dream.

[b]Phobias/fears:[/b] Xen Li is terrified of dealing with slaves and interacting with them. Seeing slaves reminds her of her former life, a thing that she has utter and complete disgust for. It triggers emotional breakdowns and terrifying visions of what happened to her and her mother, and viewing them can cause even the usually cold and manipulative Xen Li to become emotional and brutal. They can even render the woman physically abusive, just by the sight of them.

[b]Face-Claim:[/b] Lai (by Deroichi)

[b]Hair Color:[/b] Black

[b]Eye Color:[/b] Reddish Auburn

[b]Height:[/b] 162cm(5'4")

[b]Weight:[/b] 48kg(107lbs)

[b]Appearance:[/b] Usually clad in a less restrictive garment than most of the clothing of people of her country. Her outfit is often seen as a Chinese Dress with various colors, trims, and patterns, with slits at one leg, in order to accentuate the curves of her hips and her body, as well as her posterior, all of which are sensual, albeit slender. These dresses are often sleeveless, though not always so. She also wears fur coats of varying colors and types, if the area she's in are cold. She also wears black shoes that seem to be the only type of shoe that she wears. Her hair is cut into a short bob, and her lips are soft and often colored with make-up. She is often standing up as straight as she can, with her small chest pushed outwards in order to demonstrate as much self-confidence as she can. Her hips sashay when she walks, and her eyes seem to look down on everybody who walks by her. Her movements are still slow and easy, deliberate. She often looks around and attempts to make decisions on others that she can see in order to manipulate them. She also uses her long fingers and nails in order to brush through her hair. When she's debating an action to take, she doesn't show it through anything beyond looking at her nails, by raising her hand to her face, and bending her fingers towards her face, glancing at her nails as they look downwards.

[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] Black.

[b]Special Traits:[/b] No matter how much she washes or how sweaty she gets, Xen Li always smells of sweet lilacs.

[b]History:[/b] Born to one of the slave classes and seen as being a disposable and useless being. A subhuman. A creature not worthy of a first glance, let alone a second one. Even back then, she had a strong, natural personality. She refused to back down and she refused to be used by others. She was powerfully-willed and thoughtful. She wasn't nearly as manipulative or ill-willed as she was back then, and instead found herself a bit of a rebel girl, who even back then, bucked tradition as something useless. She was strong-willed and hid away from others, along with some of her friends, and played around during the day at times.
But her mother was beautiful. Gorgeous. Unbelievably so for royalty, let alone a slave. She was seen as the gem of the brown-clothed, and often was seen as something of use by most of the green-clothed. And though her mother pretended to be fine, and treated Xen Li as a precious treasure, one that should be never looked at as what she'd been seen as. She was so soft-spoken and kind-hearted that Xen Li absolutely adored her. Her mother was the light of poor Xen Li's life, and the girl hugged her mother tight every night, before they fell asleep in the same bed.
But no good thing lasts forever. And Xen Li's mother was eventually stripped and raped by other brown-clothed who hated the way the green-clothed civilians doted on her, and saw her as a threat. Xen Li was hidden in the closet and watched as her mother was raped, tortured, stripped of her pride, and eventually, her life. Xen Li had to watch every bit of it, her mind slowly eroding and cursing the fate that her mother had been forced to take upon her shoulders. Xen Li was perfectly fine with embracing her hatred, and sought to do her best in order to escape from her hometown, and get onto a boat. Eventually, the young girl found herself passage to Balbadd, and then to Reim. She spent her time as she grew up learning the arts of hostesses and servers, and eventually, even learned the power of magics and powers that she hadn't imagined she'd been capable of performing. With all of these tools at her disposal, she would have to have been insane not to try to use them in order to pull her revenge and obtain as much power with her tools as she could.
Beauty. Power. Magic. All of these things would be the great tools for Xen Li Ren to get her revenge, and to make all of the people whom made her suffer die horribly, slowly, and humiliatingly.

[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b]
Blues as brilliant as the seas filled the tropical island's sky. The light periwinkle that spread across the sky might have been lesser than its land-based siblings, but it was still gorgeous nonetheless. A day worth celebrating, with no cloud yet visible in the skies. The grays and whites that should have tainted such a beautiful day and provided shade from the harshness of the Sun's rays were nowhere to be seen. For miles, there was nothing but open sky, and warm breezes that tickled the citizen's faces as they went about their daily business.

An odd land, for most who lived and enjoyed peaceful society, Yetse was well-known for its inhabitants strange customs. These included swordsmen training for all. Man, woman, adult, child, all were versed in the arts of swordplay, and enjoyed the speedy methods of fencing best. Swords of various lengths and in various numbers, remained at the hip of each citizen's wondrous clothing. Ruffled collars and pure white shirts, untainted by dirt and grime, were adorned by the men, and women's sleeves were adorned with such. The men furthered emphasized their island's wealth through the wearing of adorned waistcoats. Nothing but the highest of fashions for this island.

Something about this entire place was picturesque, despite its oddities, and the strange appearances of its citizens. A land at peace, where swordplay was used not for war but for peace. An art, a demonstration. There were swordplay dojos surrounding the vicinity, and each one of them rang heavily with the heavy thuds of wooden practice blades thwacking against each other. Even the clustered buildings were like a work of art! Mixing business with home was like a taboo artist's technique used in order to draw attention to the strangeness of the landscape.

Ah. Perhaps contrast was the way to describe such a town. Though its sights were gorgeous, there was another aspect to it entirely. Those dull thwacks. The duels of fencers in the streets were gorgeous, artistic, yet rang with the hard clang of blades. The sights did not match the strange sounds that filled this place. The gorgeous array of buildings was accompanied by the heavy clangs and smoke-billowing chimneys of the blacksmiths who were the nation's pride, even more than their swordplay. Hammers rang out in the heavy, high-pitched tones of valkyries heading off into battle. The smiths were hard at work today, as they were any day. The hard, powerful sounds seemed so different than the gentle feel of a warm Summer's breeze outside of the buildings. The scent of burning and metal was so out of place, compared to the gorgeous, unstained clothes that the citizens wore. A city of oddities, the likes of which littered this strange and beautiful world of theirs.

And yet, most oddly-placed, were the scent and sound of... A single person?

On the southern harbor, a single individual lay on his chest. His short-cut hair was a deep, chocolate brown in color, and blended in well with his skin. The slight tan of his skin was that of a worker's tan. Dark and slightly browned in places, though with displaced areas of light coloring around where his sleeves would have been. His body was toned and relatively average. His hair was damp and hung on his head, blocking his eyes from view. He was handsome-enough, moreso than the average man, and had immediately drawn attention when he'd stepped off of the boat. He was strong-bodied and capable, and he seemed to have a face that could be relied on, even if young. Now, the people around him staring with a mixture of awe, confusion, and disdain.

You see, this man, while dressed in traditional marine garb, had gotten off of the ship that he'd taken to arrive at Yetse, and stepped out onto the harbor, drenched in a stench of sweat that had filled the docks as he'd stepped off. A bag had been slipped over his back, and people had seen that his eyelids had started to droop, and he'd seemed oddly energized, despite the stench that hung over him. As he finally reached the dock, he immediately had fallen over, hunched onto the ground and left unmoving for what felt like minutes. And then, his palms, clad in black gloves, smacked into the wood of the dock. The resounding thud had filled the harbor with noise, and the young man started... To do push-ups. Knuckles bared against the wood and dug firmly into the strong wood that made up this portion of the harbor, away from the stone steps not that far in distance, and the man's chest lowered and raised, as if to some unseen rhythm. The youth had not even bothered to look up to greet the person who had requested his presence. This burly man, with hairy body and stout musculature, stared down, along with the rest of the people at the docks who were preoccupied by this man, with untold confusion. Was... Was he delirious?

Despite knowing he was being watched, Salazar muttered under his breath in a voice so quiet it was as if it were only in his head. "One. Two. Three." Each time he lowered himself, he raised himself up, using his chest muscles and burdening them further and further, pushing his body to the limit that he could manage. Beneath that sweat-stained Marine uniform beat a heart that would never stop. A strong body laced with muscle that had been earned, not gifted at birth like most. His body was artwork that he sought to own and perfect to the best of his ability. If that meant dropping off of the boat and doing push-up in perfect form. His muscles ached from the last set of two-hundred he'd done, and they protested vehemently against doing another set of two-hundred, especially when they were supposed to be doing jobs in order to get promoted. His heart halted all such protests from reaching his brain, yelling at his muscles and kicking oxygen into their asses harder than busoshoku haki smashed into regular Fishmen. His brain burnt with anticipation to do good by others, and his eyes shone like sapphires that were deeper and more focused than the light that shone through diamonds His gaze was intent and straightforward, as he waited for the person who was meant to be his superior, to arrive and give him the all-clear. Until then, he had two-hundred push-ups, four-hundred sit-ups, and three-hundred side-jumps to accomplish, to keep his body at its physical peak.

Yes. Perhaps, in this place of contradictory sound and sight, the only thing that was straightforward and direct in view and artistic quality, was this young marine, working out, while the burly, apron-clad man, with bald head, spoke to him about ceasing his inane activities, and heading into his workshop, so that they could talk about the mission that Salazar had been assigned on.


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