My earliest memories are the crack of the whip and the snap of the bo
staff across my back or the back of my legs. My brothers and sisters felt a
tremendous amount of fear of our abbot, but I welcomed the pain. With every
lash and defiant look I could feel my inner chii grow darker and darker. My
rage was building my fire unquenched. One grandmaster in particular was
especially cruel. His favorite pass time was to take a student of the
monastery and pit them against each other. He tied our ankles together and
clamped a hand behind our backs. The objective was to strike the other
until would fall. In one battle I was tied to another brother and he hid a
sliver of glass between his knuckles. He slashed at my chin and did not
stop until he nearly opened my torso completely. Undeterred, my tiger
uppercut remove the base of his skull from his spine. Slumped over and dead
I began to feel a my life force slowly leave my body. Thunderous dark
clouds and blood began to pour around us all. I could feel my body levitate
above the ground a voice whisper to me. You are ready my son, join me in
the under dark.
Description:
The man before you stands in ever so still almost as if time has frozen.
A calm blue aura can be seen around him enveloping his very being. Numerous
scars can be seen over his entire body. Most disturbing is a scar from the
center of his chin all the way down to his belly button. It appears that at
some point someone tried to saw this man in half. Tattoos cover his entire
body in an effort to conceal his scars. His head is cleanly shaven and his
dark skin proves he has spent most of his life outdoors. His skin is
leathery and tough. His forehead is wrinkled far beyond his age and his
eyes are a deep green in color. On his neck you notice a large tattoo of
prayer beads clutched in a fist with blood dripping from the palm. His ears
are badly swollen to the point they appear to resemble cauliflower. His
hands are rough and calloused, while his feet are missing numerous toe
nails. His lean form lends to his agile nature.
You throwing yourself at me as a Legion applicant, when I was trying to interview you and give you an update on your cabal application was annoying. Really trashy when people unghost and throw themselves at someone over and over.
[reply to Werig]