[Approved] Chun Li

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Basic Information​

Name: Sylas Sand​
Age: 17
Nobility: Bastard Child
Title: N/A​

Appearance Information​

A lean, athletic man, six feet three inches tall, with piercing eyes that mix his mother’s purple & father's green to create a distinct teal. Sharp cheekbones and lustrous silver hair that spills down to his shoulder frame his face: softened by smooth, porcelain skin & subtle violet shading around the eyes. His attire's a charcoal leather cuirass with muted violet panels, trimmed pauldrons, layered tassets, dark trousers, wrapped greaves, and knee-high leather boots. Across his back rests his Valyrian blade, Nevermore.

Personality: Graceful by nature, he is calm and composed, carrying himself with the quiet authority borne of discipline and purpose. He's patient and deliberate, speaking with measured certainty & allows silence to carry as much weight as his words. Though capable of courtesy and warmth, an underlying arrogance informs his stoic charm. Beneath it lies a fierce conviction, shaped by resentment toward his house’s decline and tempered by a ruthless pragmatism that prizes strength and sacrifice. The circumstances of his birth have made him fiercely loyal and his devotion can veer toward possessiveness. As with all sons of Dorne, he has little patience for cowardice or compromise, and dismisses those he considers foolish. He neither seeks recognition through bloodshed nor recoils from it; he has long accepted that his path will end in blood and death.

Historical Information​

Born in Starfall, he's the bastard son of a knight and a woman of obscure origin from Essos. His mother died bringing him into the world, leaving behind a child whose existence was tolerated. His father acknowledged him in private and ensured he was fed, clothed, and educated, but never afforded him the privileges of legitimate kin. Thus his childhood unfolded at the margins of House Dayne, close enough to observe its splendor while remaining conscious of the distance between himself and those entitled to inherit it. He developed an early reserve, tempered by an acute awareness of how swiftly affection could become indifference.

He possessed little interest in the accomplishments expected of a young nobleman. He preferred the the riverbanks, and the rugged country around Starfall, where solitude offered freedoms unavailable within the castle. He understood the land intimately, learning its paths and ravines to uncover hidden paths. He was equally adept at climbing the cliffs, moving across precarious ledges with a confidence that unsettled those who witnessed it. By eleven, he had become an accomplished archer, capable of shooting from horseback and judging distance with unusual precision. The household knights admired his discipline, though some regarded his talents as curiosities rather than virtues.

At fourteen, his abilities acquired practical value. During a hunt, he detected an ambush & recognizing the danger, alerted the adults to allowing the party to avoid an attack and later destroy those responsible. For this father rewarded him with a finely crafted Valyrian steel, the hallmark of House Dayne. The gesture carried more significance than its material worth, though it could not erase the distinction between son and bastard. By sixteen, he had a reputation for keen senses, quiet competence & swordplay. He remained excluded from succession, yet his usefulness would earn him something far greater: respect.

Skill and Information​

Influence: 50 ( House ) - 0 ( Region ) - 0 ( Realm )
Faith: Faith of the Seven
Fighting Style: Dornish Sand Fighting
List of Character Feats: 4​
  • Spider's Web: Uncover hidden plots before they can bear fruit. Effect: +1 Additional Failure to Counterspies Schemes, adding a total of 3 to opposing Schemes. If Successful, their Schemes automatically becomes Critical Failure
  • Iron Reputation: Create a reputation through honor, strength, or reliability. Effect: Each consecutive victory or roll pass, is an additional 50 Influence that increases by 50 per positive outcome & ends after a failure. Selection: Victories
  • Favor Network: You've accumulated favors from people across society. Effect: Once every 4 Arcs, call upon NPC for Gold, Units, or Equipment based your Regional Influence in the location. Each 200 Regional Influence grants 100 Gold, 3 Basic Units or craft Tier 1 equipment. Tier increases by 1 while units increase by 3 Units the more Influence you have.
  • Worldbuilder: The vision and expertise to design structures beyond the conventional methods. Effect: Design a single Custom Structure outside the standard roster: cannot replicate existing structure, needs GM discretion, 4 Crafting

Attribute Section​

Primary:
Strength ( STR ): 1
Agility ( AGL ): 2
Dexterity ( DEX ): 2
Durability ( DUR ): 1
Intrigue ( INT ): 1

Secondary:
Crafting ( CRFT ): 4
Navigation ( NAV ): 0
Piety ( PTY ): 0
Stewardship ( STWD ): 1
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It looks really nice but it will be declined because the template is all over.
 

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Sylas sat bare-chested and upright within the bedchamber, his thoughts racing while Sylva huffed beside him in silent euphoria from their latest diversion. A mangled mane of marmalade orange hair clung loosely around her flushed face, while her glistening figure remained half illuminated by candlelight. Silk garments lay disordered around them as uneven breaths escaped her lips. A momentary silence elapsed before she broke into a soothing laugh, her eyes lingering upon him. Sylas scarcely regarded her. His mind had wandered beyond the audacity of bedding a married woman & the possibility of her husband's arrival or the danger of an angered noble's reprisal.

There had been little novelty in what they had done. It was the third time that week alone, & the scene had acquired a ritual familiarity. Originally, Sylva had been charged with teaching him heraldry and genealogy, yet Sylas had developed a talent for avoid it. Their rendezvous begun with sigils & succession, but her love for poetry soon provided a convenient distraction. A simple chats on house mottos devolved into debates on verse, before books were forgotten entirely. This dance had become an indulgence they both pretended would be the last, knowing future lesson would likely meet the same fate.

Sylas considered her latest gossip & stretched his hand before him, envisioning the realm map seared into his memory since he was ten. Accompanying it had been clinks as his ears felt the shackles that had anchored ambitious men to obedience loosen. He then saw a dark shadow sweep through the land & it shifted his sight towards Dorne. To the east sat their liege lords, crowned by circumstance and mistaking convenience for greatness. Rooted in the north were the men of iron-will that claimed passage to the storm. Beyond them, scattered within the territories were voracious vassals nursing ancient appetites.

Yet non had bore the grandeur of Starfall, where heaven itself had wept, and from its tears of light had its foundations been carved. Pride stirred within Sylas, physically announcing itself beneath the sheets, much to Sylva’s delight. She drew nearer with eager familiarity & mounted him without hesitation. “The sun rises for all,” Sylas whispered, “but dawn belongs to us.” Sylva answered in soft breaths, knowing him all too well. What he uttered next escaped without forethought & got lost amid the renewed fervor. It's only after he robbed & watched her adjust his collar did the words resurface. A smile carved itself upon his lips and for the first time in ten moons he departed and sought out an audience with that man.
 
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No lie xD it looks really cool and she is one of my favorites from Street Fighter along Juri and Cami. The mod aka Reborn is gonna catch a fit because the headings like Rank & Chakra Information: should not be after hisory but before it.
 

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Welcome to the rp ^__^

She looks badass btw. :O
 

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Name: Nevermore
EXP: N/A
Type: Sword
Description: crafted through collaborative effort, this equipment serves as Sylas treasure. Aesthetically, its a ??? of ??? meter length ashen Valyrian steel, veined in blacked ????. A ?????. Functionally, its a ????
Effects:
1 - deals damage equal to the user's strength​
2 - deals +1 additional damage​
3 - can break tier 3 weapons & armors​
4 - dual wielding deals​

Name: Valravn
EXP: N/A
Type: Armor
Description: crafted through meticulous effort from reputable smiths, this equipment serves as Sylas armor. Aesthetically, its a ??? of ??? meter length blackened Valyrian steel, veined in ashen ????. A ?????. Functionally, its a ????
Effects:
1 - blocks damage equal to the user's durability​
2 - grants +1 additional durability​
 
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Nice bio and welcome to the rp
 

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Outside the torrent of rain had waned, leaving the kingdom beneath an ocean of grey as the moon’s silver gleam danced upon the puddles that loitered in the street. The denizens had withdrawn behind stone & timber, leaving only the men of the night's watch to patrol the roads. Among them walked Sylas, six feet and three inches draped in rain-soaked black, white and purple that covered his statuesque frame. The younger warriors knew his manner and called to him, though others remained distant, their loyalty to his father restraining whatever hostility their eyes betrayed. A sentiment that burned brightest among the elder generation. Bastard as he was, Dayne blood still flowed through his veins, making him their equal only by technicality.

They had sought to humble him in the training yard as an affront to his birth, but the blood speaks. Sylas was no Arthur, but his swordcraft bore the same savagery capable of carving men. Had steel replaced wood, several men who glared at him this night chapter's would've concluded as carrion. The Faith of the Seven had rooted itself deeply within these lands, and to these dead men walking who carried its doctrines as armor, Sylas appeared an affront made flesh. His pale skin, narrow frame, haunting eyes masked in blood-red shadow, unsettling silence demeanor even his abandonment of knightly combat for the savage splendor of sand fighting seemed sacrilegious. Each claim a notch that sparked their belief in his ambivalence and spurning their belief he was the Stranger made flesh.

Once upon a time, as a boy fraught with sorrow he had cried and cursed at their cruel words as he longed for his mother. Now a man as he encountered those who had tormented him, he slowed. His face remained half-obscured in his hood, though the moon occasionally enough room through the clouds to reveal the angles of his sharp stare. In those instances, he outstretched his bony index finger that he pointed towards them before lowering his hand to tap twice against his sword. The taunt was plain enough for even the dullest among them to understand.

They responded with little more than a collection of huffs and muttered curses before they turned their backs upon him. Their juniors found great amusement in their retreat & stifled laughs passed amongst them as Sylas moved on. The keep soon loomed ahead and Sylas crossed beneath the archway and removed his cloak, shaking what remained of the night's damp from its folds before surrendering it to a passing servant. The warmth within was immediate luxury after the chill outside. Fires crackled within iron sconces while servants hurried through the corridors, carrying food, wine, linen & every other necessity demanded by those wealthy enough to pass the burden of common inconvenience.

The room had paused to regard him but their curiosities lasted only as long as it took to recognize that he intended no disruption. The servants returned to their labors, though a few maids continued stealing glances whenever they believed themselves unobserved. Sylas ever the burgeoning casanova noticed & there were perhaps half a dozen gathered together near one of the adjoining passages, their hands occupied with linen while their attention remained fixed upon him. One whispered something into another's ear & the recipient promptly reddened. Sylas watched them, his expression remaining perfectly solemn before he changed direction. The basket they carried appeared cumbersome enough, and their hands were already strained beneath its weight.

Sylas reached forward and seized it before any of them could object. The sudden absence of the burden left the women staring at their empty hands, then at him. "
Lead the way. I shall relieve you of the burden of this chore, so do not condemn me to boredom as my reward. Tell me of Starfall as we walk." his voice carried softly. Sylas followed behind them with the basket resting easily within his grasp, his expression giving away nothing of the calculation taking place behind his watchful eyes. "You must hear the little rumblings. Who is dissatisfied with their post, acting strangely, or even some old grievances. I have no desire to pry into secrets but simply to know the the tempers of those in our home" [ Learn Secrets on Minor NPC ]

The seamstresses proved obliging company, though Sylas suspected their willingness had little to do with the linen. Their glances wandered toward him whenever they thought him inattentive, while whispers passed between them whenever the corridor afforded sufficient distance. He permitted it. A man could learn much when others believed him too occupied to listen. Their destination eventually revealed itself, and Sylas surrendered the basket with a courteous inclination of his head. The performance had served its purpose. Whatever secrets these women possessed would require patience, perhaps a little flattery, and considerably less honesty than he ordinarily preferred to offer. He left them to their duties and continued onward, to the chamber where he believed Arthur was to be. For all the little games he had played today, this meeting required none of them. [ Requesting Audience with Arthur Dayne ]
 
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Ahhh Chun Li <3
 

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So you decided to abandon OPB and come here? Excellent, excellent :elmo
 

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Character / House - Sylas Sand
Current Campaign / Arc - One / One
Action Type - Requesting Response from Arthur Dayne
Location / Target - Starfall, Lord of Starfall
Details - Entered the General Keep and attempted to gain an audience with his grace
Cost / Resources Used - None ( brokeboi_alert.exe )
Relevant Benefits - None
Related Thread / Post - Dorne
 
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Kumogakure isn't actually a clan....but I don't care. I love this bio. o_o

Love Chun Li, Love Taijutsu.
Join Kumogakure. ^^
 

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Can't wait to fight this bio lol. This time, Chew ain't gonna kill me before I even have a chance to fight xd
 
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What happened was it to hard?

:lmao:
No i don't want that ban stick up my *ss.
When your afraid to go down on your girl because she could kill you with her thighs....
Something like that I forgot the original thought.
 

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You could destroy melons with thighs like them.

Chun Li is bae
 

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Basic Information:
Name: Chun Li
Nickname: Fenghuang
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Looks
An impressive physical specimen and an even greater eccentric in appearance. Standing at five feet-six inches, she has hair dark as charcoal, typically styled into a pair of robust pigtails dubbed 'Ox Horns' and accessorized with silk brocades and ribbons.

In a plight to overcome her perceived imperfections in Taijutsu, she under went a grueling physical regimen in her childhood. This forged the fair skinned beauty into a sight to behold. At present she is most distinguished by her muscular legs, tight arms and compact upper body; visibly much stronger than those of your average female.

Fashionista extraordinaire, her attire of choice is a qipao, an ancient dress once worn by the maidens from her maternal village. In her youth she preferred to dress in red but soon switched to a warmer blue hue. Due to her dynamic fighting style, the dress has been modified to facilitate far wider range of motion than a generic ones.

To complete her ensemble are brown tights and a pair of shin high, white combat boots. On either of her wrists are large spiked bracelets that add onto her je ne sais quoi. Chun Li's forehead protector is not ordinarily visible as she has taken to wearing it underneath her qipao on her left hip.



Personality
An adventurous, cheerful, fortitudinous spirit with an elegant poise to match her fiery demeanor. In an age of decadence, she posses a righteous moral compass with an immense sense of justice. A kindred to the disenfranchised, she sympathizes and devoutly believes in their protection. Those lucky to make her close counsel, will be privy to her playfully sweet and feminine personality. However, she is not without her flaws, as she has known to get very competitive. Towing the fine line of confidence and arrogance she does not take kindly to those who insult her greatest pride: combat.




Rank & Chakra Information:​


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Birth Village: Nadeshiko
Allied Village: Kumogakure
Ninja Rank: Genin
Specialty:
Elements:

• Suiton
]Ninjutsu:
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History
The tale of Eastern Phoenix begins at the base of the alps on the outskirts of the village of Nadeshiko. Born in the dark of night on the, Chun Li was the offspring of an odd pair. Her mother, a top grade ninja and child of Nadeshiko had taken to marrying a renowned Amegakure missing nin, at a time when there existed an unspoken hostility between the two. To add onto their woes, her love stricken mother had ignored their villages custom which deemed all inhabitants win their spouses via combat. It was this decision that plunged Chun Li into a childhood of misery that was plagued with scorn from adults and ridicule from peers. Her only solace in those days were the time she spent with her adoptive brother. The two often went on wild adventures; climbing tall trees, hunting and at times camping out on days on end.

At the age of five, Chun-Li saw her first classical performance play; Peking Opera. The stories central protagonist had fascinated her so much so it proved the catalyst in her vigorously practicing taijutsu. However, to her frustration her teachings and in part her own movements were much different from the gorgeous movements she remembered from Peking Opera. Sensing his daughter's dissatisfaction, her father supplemented her studied with his own bonus training sessions from then on. With that, Chun-Li’s skills in improved rapidly and soon picked up from her father, who himself was heralded to have "legendary legs." Her insatiable thirst for perfection soon saw her acclimate more styles onto her repertoire making her a genius in the arts.

During her twelfth year, misfortune and a life changing event struck their household. A group of Ame assassins infiltrated their village witch instruction to execute specified targets. It came to light that her father and his supposed son had been an undercover agent spying on the happenings of their village, a task they'd had intended to conduct with ruthless precision. However, the old dog had grown soft after the birth of his daughter and switched allegiances. The punishment for his in-subordination, was death, a fate extended to each survive. A small albeit spectacular skirmish ensued between himself and his supposed son.

In the end the assassin corp championed by a man with the moniker 'Bison' cornered and cut both down. As for Chun, her inadequacy saw her take flight and disappear as fast as she could. For seven days and nights, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her before collapsing from exhaustion. Had it not been for a Kumogakure envoy passing passing through and taking pity on her, she'd have followed her parents before her. Chun-Li was adopted by one of the group's families and renamed Xiang, a name that never quite stuck. Her life was relatively peaceful from then on. Nonetheless, the desire to bring her parent's murderers to justice became the flame that lit her ambition and sparked her rebirth as a full fledged avenger. Now she aims at becoming a legendary ninja and forming a special task force suited to hunt for 'him'.
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