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nekropheare
Nov 17, 2017
Name: Zenshi “Shadowstep” Vir’ednith(explosion)
Gender: Male
Race: Cursed Drow.
Magic?: He does not wield Magick, but being a Drow especially a cursed one adds a touch to his being. After his Betrayal and Banishment from the Shadow Alley Clan, a very influential and dangerous clan. Zenshi found himself on the run, Word spreads fast in the S.A.C and Zenshi finding no refuge or Sanctuary in any cities had to travel deep into the places that have not been traveled, it is here he found some interesting characters. Hermits, but not like the Mardune who dwelled in the caves. They saw Zenshi battered and beaten from his travels and tended to his wounds and ailments. Here he learned their sacred meditative form and Art. The name seemed foreign or at least forgotten. “EbnFlow” they showed him how to move the energy in his entire being. Using it to enhance his strikes, speed his step, enhance his senses. He was trained in the dark, he still wears his training headband in honour of his Masters. EbnFlow could also form a considerable defense. Him being a Rogue, he wore only reinforced leather and silk. This technique was not given to all, it was the most sacred to these Mystics, the name not connecting to Zenshi… Not yet. “Bull Form” the Masters called it. Concentrating his bodily energy into specific points with great mastery and concentration that could even prevent the penetration of blades. Strong like Iron. When he parted from them they urged him to return after the Ley was restored to complete his training, the Mastery of EbnFlow, and that lesson would be the “Shadow Of the Bull”
Appearance: What Zenshi wore was not accidental, or merely convenient for his blending in the Shadows, the Clan didn’t give him the name “Shadowstep” for nothing, among other reasons. His attire was more symbolic to him, more intimate. Every thread, every straw had a meaning. Black was worn by the Masters of Shadows, for obvious reasons but to Zenshi it meant something more, Black was the attire in which she wore, purple was her skin. His colours matching that of his skin was to remind him of her not to mention the Drow beads that wrapped his neck, her gift to him. His armour was that of reinforced and studded black leather and purple armour with the accents of black and purple silks, his sleeveless trench coat would add a gale like flapping sound when he performed his Shadow Step. A hat or hood was important, especially if ones hair was silver white, to convince the eyes of the blend it had to be seamless, the straw hat while effective had a deeper reason, a pile of straw holding fond memories connecting him to her. Strapped around his waste was his livelihood and his Gourd for his Drink. Potions, Tonics, Elixers, explosives, gases he was Masterful. Attatched to his belt hanging behind him his satchel containing his various treasures and lockpicks. The lock on this was said to be made by Thelgen himself, uncrackable to all but the two. How they met is a mystery for he has never been to the Gates. His body adorned by wraping chains, loose but not dangling. Secure but not constricting. He used these as added defense and in some cases as weapons, the black being perfect in the Shadows. They would symbolize to him the chains of the empire who seized his Love, a constant reminder to him of why he fights and searches. To finish his look he had Elementium plated forearm bracers and very finely crafted Purple and black leather boots, the bottoms padded to silence his every step.
Nation of Origin: Not much is known of Zenshi, how or where he was cursed. He carried the scars, the burns the brands of Dark unknown Magick. Through a desperate and ravenous escape on his part by stealing hoarded firecrackers and two spheres of different colour, both course yet smooth in luster. These tools he would use later before Zendra telling her “Boom Boom” which would inspire her surname for him given by her “Vir’ednith” He would explode his way into the life of a very young Drow girl, Zenra. Their paths would be the same, although the boy had an affinity for being in the shadows, a Destiny. When she was with her friends, he would watch her perched in the Shadows. His past made him trusting of no one, but her. She was the first image he saw upon entering her Village, Her being seemed to shine through the Shadows in which he hid. Their connection grew, becoming insepperable until the dreaded day they Empire came and took her before the ever gaze from the Shadows of Zenshi. He was far too small to keep up with the caravan that took her, as he weaved through the shadows he watched the convy ride off and he would drop to his knees saying only. “I will Save you my Princess.” --- In his journeys he would find his way through some Dark Alleys, it was here he found the Shadow Alley Clan, it is here that he was trained in the ways of Subtlty, deception, Infiltration and with a firm hand he would train him in Assassination, much to the hindrance of Zenshi. Training him for many years, He found a safety with the Clan, here he learned his Masterfull Alchemy, Lockpicking, Pickpocketing, Mastery of Black Powder and Mastery of Martial Arts of Death. They honed him into a killing machine, they favoured his black cursed skin for it made his skill even more honed to be nearly invisible. Cloaked by his straw hat to hide his silver hair, he was melded into the shadows. Silent,Efficient. He remained ever loyal to his Associates, always keeping his long ears to the wind in whisper of his Princess. The day that would see Zenshi Banished was the day in which the Clanmaster hired the Clan to kill his Family, upon the refusal of Zenshi. Looming in the Shadows in disgust of his former idol Zenshi would watch, poison in hand ready to strike until.. his son, young Mickael who would someday be the Fallen Champion of the Empire, falling victim to his Father who knocked him out Zenshi would pounce, confronting Mickael Vultheran in combat but soon he fell victim for he was still inexperienced. The ClanMaster upon selling his child to the same clan who unbeknownst to all was the same clan that Zenshi escaped so long ago. He would then flee to the untraveled path before returning to the rest of the world… To fall into the hands of the Empire… Pulling him back to the Shadows, away from his reunited Princess.
Personality: He seems to be wavered between two sides, One is the side that nurtures his inner child self and his unending Love for Zenra and the other the molded Shadow he became. A consistent pull between both sides. To all he meets he is cold, uncaring and callous. However if it fits his best interests he will put on a stoic, proper visage to allure or manipulate. Using this alter ego to allow his flirtatious words to be shrouded by the veil of the Mask, his heart forever with his Princess. Through the years he would find a fan of the Drink, often if the materials and equipment are readily available he would brew his own mix but for the most part he took a liking to the Dwarven Ale, Lyreum. Often lost in memories, he would drink himself to remember the only good memories that often were clouded by the Shadows within him. Could it be the bright, Ale that seemed to glow reminiscent of the Dwarven Sacred mineral, Lyre. Was what shone the light into these memories?
Style Of The Shadow: Among his Arsenal of Potions, Toxins, Explosives and chains he wielded something more devastating, while always hindered by his refuseal to use a blade only his body his Mastery of the Art was fluid, so natural. An Art reserved for only the highest ranking of the Shadow Alley Clan, very few would ever train in it. Even few were humans that among the handful was Zenshis Master, his Guildmaster Mickael Vultheran who he would later betray at the twanging of the thread of humanity that was ever strong in search of his Love. He Taught Zenshi everything, it was so perfect how his skin would seem to make blending into the form much easier. For this Martial Art was about combining physical, precise strikes with the shroud of Shadow around them, using various jumps, twists, contortions and strikes the practitioner would appear to be one with the Shadows around them. Among his favoured moves is leaping spiraling corkscrew of a kick that is started from a kneeling position. When combined with the Shadows it was a nearly invisible neck shattering kick that unless he wanted you dead would only aim for your chest sending them aback in defensive position. This move he would so lovingly call “Shadows Kiss” another one of his favoured techniques learned by only the most ascended of the Shadow practitioners, as they launched from a kneeling position forward, they would coil their body like a forward tornado, visually circling the Shadow around them. Often used for travel but especially for deadly executions, The name is what would award Zenshi his name by them for his Natural Mastery of it. “Shadowstep” if carrying a blade it made this move lethal in most cases ending with decapitation.. Zenshi upon reaching Enlightenment with the EbnFlow Masters would meld his Shadow Style with the usage of EbnFlow in preparation of his final trial, in the Shadow of the Bull… which upon completion would send him on his Journey to found the Shadow Mist Clan.
Name: Zenshi “Shadowstep” Vir’ednith(explosion)
Gender: Male
Race: Cursed Drow.
Magic?: He does not wield Magick, but being a Drow especially a cursed one adds a touch to his being. After his Betrayal and Banishment from the Shadow Alley Clan, a very influential and dangerous clan. Zenshi found himself on the run, Word spreads fast in the S.A.C and Zenshi finding no refuge or Sanctuary in any cities had to travel deep into the places that have not been traveled, it is here he found some interesting characters. Hermits, but not like the Mardune who dwelled in the caves. They saw Zenshi battered and beaten from his travels and tended to his wounds and ailments. Here he learned their sacred meditative form and Art. The name seemed foreign or at least forgotten. “EbnFlow” they showed him how to move the energy in his entire being. Using it to enhance his strikes, speed his step, enhance his senses. He was trained in the dark, he still wears his training headband in honour of his Masters. EbnFlow could also form a considerable defense. Him being a Rogue, he wore only reinforced leather and silk. This technique was not given to all, it was the most sacred to these Mystics, the name not connecting to Zenshi… Not yet. “Bull Form” the Masters called it. Concentrating his bodily energy into specific points with great mastery and concentration that could even prevent the penetration of blades. Strong like Iron. When he parted from them they urged him to return after the Ley was restored to complete his training, the Mastery of EbnFlow, and that lesson would be the “Shadow Of the Bull”
Appearance: What Zenshi wore was not accidental, or merely convenient for his blending in the Shadows, the Clan didn’t give him the name “Shadowstep” for nothing, among other reasons. His attire was more symbolic to him, more intimate. Every thread, every straw had a meaning. Black was worn by the Masters of Shadows, for obvious reasons but to Zenshi it meant something more, Black was the attire in which she wore, purple was her skin. His colours matching that of his skin was to remind him of her not to mention the Drow beads that wrapped his neck, her gift to him. His armour was that of reinforced and studded black leather and purple armour with the accents of black and purple silks, his sleeveless trench coat would add a gale like flapping sound when he performed his Shadow Step. A hat or hood was important, especially if ones hair was silver white, to convince the eyes of the blend it had to be seamless, the straw hat while effective had a deeper reason, a pile of straw holding fond memories connecting him to her. Strapped around his waste was his livelihood and his Gourd for his Drink. Potions, Tonics, Elixers, explosives, gases he was Masterful. Attatched to his belt hanging behind him his satchel containing his various treasures and lockpicks. The lock on this was said to be made by Thelgen himself, uncrackable to all but the two. How they met is a mystery for he has never been to the Gates. His body adorned by wraping chains, loose but not dangling. Secure but not constricting. He used these as added defense and in some cases as weapons, the black being perfect in the Shadows. They would symbolize to him the chains of the empire who seized his Love, a constant reminder to him of why he fights and searches. To finish his look he had Elementium plated forearm bracers and very finely crafted Purple and black leather boots, the bottoms padded to silence his every step.
Nation of Origin: Not much is known of Zenshi, how or where he was cursed. He carried the scars, the burns the brands of Dark unknown Magick. Through a desperate and ravenous escape on his part by stealing hoarded firecrackers and two spheres of different colour, both course yet smooth in luster. These tools he would use later before Zendra telling her “Boom Boom” which would inspire her surname for him given by her “Vir’ednith” He would explode his way into the life of a very young Drow girl, Zenra. Their paths would be the same, although the boy had an affinity for being in the shadows, a Destiny. When she was with her friends, he would watch her perched in the Shadows. His past made him trusting of no one, but her. She was the first image he saw upon entering her Village, Her being seemed to shine through the Shadows in which he hid. Their connection grew, becoming insepperable until the dreaded day they Empire came and took her before the ever gaze from the Shadows of Zenshi. He was far too small to keep up with the caravan that took her, as he weaved through the shadows he watched the convy ride off and he would drop to his knees saying only. “I will Save you my Princess.” --- In his journeys he would find his way through some Dark Alleys, it was here he found the Shadow Alley Clan, it is here that he was trained in the ways of Subtlty, deception, Infiltration and with a firm hand he would train him in Assassination, much to the hindrance of Zenshi. Training him for many years, He found a safety with the Clan, here he learned his Masterfull Alchemy, Lockpicking, Pickpocketing, Mastery of Black Powder and Mastery of Martial Arts of Death. They honed him into a killing machine, they favoured his black cursed skin for it made his skill even more honed to be nearly invisible. Cloaked by his straw hat to hide his silver hair, he was melded into the shadows. Silent,Efficient. He remained ever loyal to his Associates, always keeping his long ears to the wind in whisper of his Princess. The day that would see Zenshi Banished was the day in which the Clanmaster hired the Clan to kill his Family, upon the refusal of Zenshi. Looming in the Shadows in disgust of his former idol Zenshi would watch, poison in hand ready to strike until.. his son, young Mickael who would someday be the Fallen Champion of the Empire, falling victim to his Father who knocked him out Zenshi would pounce, confronting Mickael Vultheran in combat but soon he fell victim for he was still inexperienced. The ClanMaster upon selling his child to the same clan who unbeknownst to all was the same clan that Zenshi escaped so long ago. He would then flee to the untraveled path before returning to the rest of the world… To fall into the hands of the Empire… Pulling him back to the Shadows, away from his reunited Princess.
Personality: He seems to be wavered between two sides, One is the side that nurtures his inner child self and his unending Love for Zenra and the other the molded Shadow he became. A consistent pull between both sides. To all he meets he is cold, uncaring and callous. However if it fits his best interests he will put on a stoic, proper visage to allure or manipulate. Using this alter ego to allow his flirtatious words to be shrouded by the veil of the Mask, his heart forever with his Princess. Through the years he would find a fan of the Drink, often if the materials and equipment are readily available he would brew his own mix but for the most part he took a liking to the Dwarven Ale, Lyreum. Often lost in memories, he would drink himself to remember the only good memories that often were clouded by the Shadows within him. Could it be the bright, Ale that seemed to glow reminiscent of the Dwarven Sacred mineral, Lyre. Was what shone the light into these memories?
Style Of The Shadow: Among his Arsenal of Potions, Toxins, Explosives and chains he wielded something more devastating, while always hindered by his refuseal to use a blade only his body his Mastery of the Art was fluid, so natural. An Art reserved for only the highest ranking of the Shadow Alley Clan, very few would ever train in it. Even few were humans that among the handful was Zenshis Master, his Guildmaster Mickael Vultheran who he would later betray at the twanging of the thread of humanity that was ever strong in search of his Love. He Taught Zenshi everything, it was so perfect how his skin would seem to make blending into the form much easier. For this Martial Art was about combining physical, precise strikes with the shroud of Shadow around them, using various jumps, twists, contortions and strikes the practitioner would appear to be one with the Shadows around them. Among his favoured moves is leaping spiraling corkscrew of a kick that is started from a kneeling position. When combined with the Shadows it was a nearly invisible neck shattering kick that unless he wanted you dead would only aim for your chest sending them aback in defensive position. This move he would so lovingly call “Shadows Kiss” another one of his favoured techniques learned by only the most ascended of the Shadow practitioners, as they launched from a kneeling position forward, they would coil their body like a forward tornado, visually circling the Shadow around them. Often used for travel but especially for deadly executions, The name is what would award Zenshi his name by them for his Natural Mastery of it. “Shadowstep” if carrying a blade it made this move lethal in most cases ending with decapitation.. Zenshi upon reaching Enlightenment with the EbnFlow Masters would meld his Shadow Style with the usage of EbnFlow in preparation of his final trial, in the Shadow of the Bull… which upon completion would send him on his Journey to found the Shadow Mist Clan.
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