Post by Horo on Sept 5, 2012 23:04:23 GMT -5
Name: Roy Foxheart
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Species: Li'Hian
Li'Hian is species made of the interbreeding of 100s of different species and the results of evolution and natural selection. The Li'Hian can be born in a variety of forms, ranging from an animal to a man with everything in between. They all generally have the same range of strength, sight and intelligence which makes their appearance just a roll of the genetic dice. A mature Li'Hian has the strength to life an elephant with ease, and equally powerful eyes. Through breeding their life spans have lengthened and their youth never seems to leave them. Their lifespans are ever being increased by the slow 'perfection' of their massive gene pool. Roy is a humanoid Li'Hian.
Home Nation: Li'Hallowa
Class: Specialist Master
There are three things Roy can do in life. Sing, fight and control his plasma.
Appearance:
Height: 6 ft 1 in
Weight:205 Lbs
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Brown
Body: A wall of lean muscle
Other: Horizontal scar on his left cheek
Attire:
Neck: Brown braided necklace with a Yin-Yang talisman
Torso: White dress shirt
Legs: Black Slacks
Feet: Black dress shoes
Personality: One of Roy's key personality features is his calm, yet adamant demeanor. When insulted he agrees with his insulter and when provoked he turns the other way with a smile. This action usually leads people to the more fearsome essence of Roy's calmness. When attacked or prompted for a fight Roy becomes nearly merciless towards his opponent. It is his belief that if you raise your hands in combat you must be ready to place your life on the line for your beliefs, he will give any opponent three chances to withdraw from any fight with him, each time he is denied showing slightly more of his ability. After the third offer Roy will attack full strength(if needed) to protect himself and as he sees it, grant his opponents wish of a true fight.
Years of Attendants: 9
Field of teaching: Music, Hand to Hand Combat
Weapons: Hands
Equipment:
Holo-key Piano - A piano created out of holo-field technology. (Holographich display stuff)IT creates a piano of translucent blue light that simulates touch with special waves. It has a build in speaker system to allow play on the go capabilities.
Mounts: A two seat sports car.
Familiars: Miya Foxheart
Elemental Affinity: Plasma
Skills:
Music(Singing/Piano)
Plasma control
Hand to Hand Combat
Scope of Abilities:
Roy is a professional singer and musician. He has perfect pitch, can play piano and the ability to throw his voice. His singing voice is a mixture between baritone and tenor.
Roy's elemental affinity gives him control of the state of matter know as plasma. Plasma consist of fire, lighting, solar winds, stars, auroras and any particle of matter that is either hotter or faster than a gas. Through many years of training Roy no longer needs to draw from direct source and has developed ways to create plasma out of surrounding particles usually from the air or ground which he can fully manipulate and control; the movement, speed, temperature, conductivity and form of plasma are like child’s toys in Roy's hands. He can create plasma in all of the previously stated forms with the exception to stable or self sustaining stars. Roy's skill with plasma allow him to create electromagnetic fields and even power electrical objects through touch or the charging of batteries.
Roy can draw plasma into his body and store it with no harm to himself. In a fight he can move it to the outer layers of his skin to prevent damage, to his limbs to strengthen his punches and kicks and to generally speed up his body through movement of plasma.
Roy has been trained in various open handed martial arts, allowing him to create a personal system called Lux Luso Ken. It employs a very direct style of fighting, fast and powerful kicks to break through opponents guard to allow follow up strikes with the hands to vital spots. The style incorporates various joint locks and throws meant to break the spirit of any watching the pain received from one of these techniques.
History:
“The beginning and the end. These are the most talked about portions of any story. How did that happen? Did he accomplish what he set out to do? Most people take comfort in know that everything they do has a purpose and that purpose is used to justify what they do trying to get to their personal goals. That is the way I understand the world, nothing happens with out intent or reason. This is the school of thought that my father passed down to me.
My father would always ask me when I came in for breakfast, 'My son, why did you get out of bed this morning?' I would look up at him and answer that I had to go to school or do chores. He would let out a robust laugh and say 'That's my boy' He cared deeply about by education, as did my mother though she had a more brutal way of greeting me in the morning. As I spoke with father she would sneak up behind me and right before I took my seat at the island she would attack me. Some days she would throw plates or bowls, others she would kick or punch at me. She would then look down at me, laying defeated on the ground and ask 'My son, why shouldn't I kill you where you lay?' and I would answer that she should show mercy to those weaker then her. That was how I started my day.
As traditional of the culture on Li'Hallowa, my childhood was filled with education in the field we were destined to be apart of. Children are asked at a young age a set of questions and based along with the help of a magical device they are given a profession to work towards. I was given the role of an entertainer and more specific to become a singer. Days were filled with scales and harmonies, arpeggios and time signatures while my nights were filled with survival training. The past of our people taught us to be ready for anything, to survive anywhere and against danger. We were taught to be calm and fearless in the face of great obstacles and to never allow injustice to defeat us. First we learned how to navigate and read the stars, then to use the bountiful gifts of nature to cure ailments. We quickly discovered which berries we could eat and which ones had other practical applications, like dyes or sweeteners for food. Lastly around the age of ten we learned to hunt and fish for meat. After we completed survival training we began our imperial classes.
Once enrolled at the Cyrus school of Defensive Learning, students had the choice of what styles of defense or combat to learn and then living with a master who would teach them those skills. I had the choice between learning how to use my body as a weapon or learning how to make a weapon part of my body. I chose the first and left most of my friends who wished to train with Cyrus of The Blade.
My training began at the age of 11, and my master was one of Cyrus' generals who went by the name of Ahmose the Brave. His skill in battle is nearly at the level of Cyrus of the Blade, and stories of their battles against opposing military forces are common in the younger schooling institutions. Ahmose excelled in hand to hand combat supplemented by his magical abilities. Many of the students who come under his training transfer out because of its difficulty and I vowed I wouldn't allow myself to be defeated by his training.
Ahmose began our training with physical conditioning. He was a hard teacher and constantly told me to just go die in the corner every time I complained about the task he gave me. Even though it was cold and mean I knew he meant well and was just trying to impose one of his philosophy upon me. “If you can't do this then why should I even bother training you? If you've reached your limit then you have too choices: You can lay there and die or break through the heavens and surpass your limits!” This was a turning point for me and I grew out of complaining about the task he was charging me with. 10,000 one finger hand stand push ups on each finger, upside down squats and 20 mile jogs. Ahmose pushed my physical limits to the maximum and then beyond for the next 3 years of my life. We never even got into the actual combat training until I had reached the age of 14.
I had to beg and plead with him to begin my combat training, and it was for a silly reason. All of my friends would show off their skills with a blade, whip or bow and I felt left out not knowing any cool skills to flaunt about. Even though I thought I could keep this reasoning from him, Ahmose saw right through my facade and threw it back in my face. I remember that he had a great big smirk on his face when he said “Sure, I'll start teaching you techniques but moving up to the next level in training, is going to be super difficult. I didn't think you would survive so I'd been putting it off but since you are so eager...” He dragged me by my collar and dulled me into his 'Seven Rings of Hell.'
He had a name for each ring:
1) Thinking
2) Moving
3) Blocking
4) Intercepting
5) Throwing
6) Punching
7) Kicking
We could start at ring one and work our way down through the levels of his hellish training. First came thinking. On the first day he told me to clear my mind, I asked how and he told me to do a hand stand on my index fingers. I did and then he began punching my stomach, while instructing me to remain still. He said when I didn't think about the coming pain he would teach me the next step. I realized that each day he picked another spot of my body to punch and it took a few weeks of training to remove the fear of the next day's brutal punishment coming. Finally I walked in and didn't take up the handstand position on his command. He said to me I was a worthless apprentice and I should once again go die in the corner for being disrespectful. He reared up his arm to punch me and when it came flying in towards my face I realized I could see more then the punch I could see its path and the intent behind it. I attempted to raise my hands in a block but I was too slow for my master and he put me on my butt. He looked down at me and smirked. “Maybe you're not so hopeless after all.”
Ahmose continued to train me to empty my mind of all unnecessary thoughts when engaged in a confrontation with someone. He taught that when my mind was still and strong that it could register more about the environment then if it was filled with useless information like what was for dinner or who was going to be in an upcoming play. It took me a long time to get a hold on this skill but eventually, I made it to the blocking stage of hell.
With each day my movements became faster and my skills became sharper. We intensely trained my physical abilities, now working up to doing 5 mile sprints and weighted workouts that would have brought my father to tears. By the age of 16 I had taken so many poundings from Ahmose that I was voted by the society 'Most likely to stand back up in a fight” Receiving that award was one of the proudest moments in my life. I think Ahmose was proud of my achievement but to this day I'm still not certain. My training through hell lasted until I was at the age of 18. By then I had as my master would say a basic knowledge of the imperial arts. I can remember beaming with pride when I received this statement think I had completed my training with him. My friends had already left their master's care and journeyed off to hone their skills in their various careers. I was ready to venture out into the world when Ahmose came to me laughing. “Oh I'm sorry, we're not done yet. Your only a third of the way through!” My mouth dropped open as he dragged me into his 'Ring of Heaven' training as he called it.
This new training workout consisted of learning to use magic to fight in combat. He taught me about the sciences of controlling the elements and journeyed with me on a spirit quest to find my element. It was filled with hardship and pain, agony and joy. But that isn't really important. I discovered that my affinity with with the powers of lightning and plasma. We began honing my ability to control the element, touching it with out harming my self and being able to transfer and store it in my body. Just learning this much control took us another 3 years of training because I was also required to control the plasma like it was an arm or a leg and use it to use it safely around others. By the end of that 3 years I could play tennis with plasma if I wanted to, but Ahmose always warned of how dangerous my elemental affinity was and to be weary of how I used it. From here Ahmose had one more training regiment for me which he called 'Ring of Li'Hian'.
This final ring combined what I learned from the first Seven Rings of Hell and the Ring of Heaven to create a style unique and different to that of any style ever know. He told me that this final stage of training ended after I drew in my last breath and left this plane of existence. Ahmose spent one more year training me in the ways to combine magics and open hand combat into an imperial art that earned him his fame on the battle field. When Ahmose finished with me he truly smiled and when I said my farewell to him I could have sworn I saw a single tear drop from his eye. As I ventured out into the world at the age of 21. (note that in this time of training I still continued to grow as a singer, that's just not as much fun to talk about)
It was then that I began singing in Savale. My favorite genre to sing was jazz and lounge, so I was a common act performing in the casinos of District 8 and higher class lounges of District 3. It was there that I met Head Master Eleazar. He was drunk, very very very drunk and getting rowdy with one of the waitresses. I called to him from my stage, instructing the man to calm down and leave the woman alone, but Eleazar kept shouting. "No, no, she would be perfect to feed to my dragon!"I came down from the stage to confront the old coot when a man, a few years younger then myself, stepped into my path.
We tried speaking, but somehow a fight ensued. The building was evacuated as the two of us went at it. I knocked him through 6 stories into the open air, where I could effectively use my plasma without damaging to much, but it seemed to betray my will. This forced me to rely on only my strength and the two of us fought like that for a few minuets before being stopped by a young woman who also happened to be with the group. The old man introduced himself as Headmaster Eleazar, of the Academy of Forgotten Arts which the city was built around and the two beside him where his pupils. The man I had fought being Alvion, and the woman who stopped us, Crystalline. Eleazar offered me a chance to teach music at the school, but also train and further my abilities under his wing. I accepted the offer, even if it was just for the chance of a rematch with Alvion.
Around the age of 24, I was singing in a bar in District 8 when I saw a beautiful young waitress. I decided to be cool, and dedicated my next song to her, "The woman with the Emerald eyes" an improvisation on the piano that I added lyrics too as I sang the song. The woman flushed and hid while I sang, but after my set I tracked her down, finding her in the break room.
"Hello, I didn't mean to embarrass you. my name's~" The woman stopped me as I spoke, looking down at the floor. "You're Roy Foxheart. A Li'Hian, trained by Ahmose the brave in martial arts." She turned her head away with a gasp, as if she had said too much. "Yes" I answered, kneeling down and trying to get a look at her face. "Well it seems you know who I am. Now, who are you?" She turned away, I could see a slight flush of pink from the gaps between her straight, long black hair, but I was persistent.
I followed her around and placed my hands lightly on her knees. "Hey, don't be shy. Come on. Tell me your name." She was trembling slightly, but she looked up from behind her long hair. "Miyazaki... Natsumoto... " I pressed some of her hair aside so I could see her face "I couldn't hear you behind all that hair." I said, but she got up from her chair and backed across the room, knocking a few things off the counter. "My name's Miyazaki Natsumoto!" She declared it in a rather cute voice. It was shy, but sweet and had a bit of force to it. I stood up and bowed to her, "Well. It is my honor to make your acquiescence."
It took a few months after that to get Miyazaki to talk to me more, usually she would run and hide on the other side of the bar every time I performed there, but I was entranced by her. I struck a deal with the owner, working a 1/3 my normal fare to get more night on. Once a week at first, then twice, just to spend more time, chipping away at Miyazaki's outer shell. I eventually asked her out on a date, which i will say was very interesting.
"So Miya, did you enjoy dinner?" I asked, placing my chopsticks down on the plate before me. I had brought Miyazaki to a restaurant in District 8 where the food was amazing, the the eastern design was marvelous. I thought it would make great air for conversation, but the night had been much of my own voice by that point. I had tried to get her to open up and tell me about herself, but it had all been for nothing so far. She just sat like a stone before me, her head hung down and her hair falling into her face. I was sure she hadn't been on many dates before, as shy as she was and truthfully I was surprised she had come out with me.
"
So Miya, please tell me more about you."
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Because I think it's cute!"
"Well... I guess." she shifted in her chair, kinda like she had to go to the bathroom.
"Is everything alright?" I asked. She nodded her head yes slowly took another bite of food. It was small, I had finished my plate twice over, but she hadn't even finished half of hers. "Are you sure. You don't seem... well." Miya placed her hands in her lap, getting a tight hold on her dress. "I.... I... I... I HAVE TO PEE!" I was taken aback by her shout and pointed off into the corner where the woman's room was located. "Over there!" She quickly got up and raced off to the bathroom. I looked around the restaurant, the wide eyed people trying to make sense of what they had just heard. I smiled at them and waved to an elderly man who had locked eyes with me. He whispered. "She's a keeper." before turning back to his dinner with a wide grin.
I sat back in my chair and waited, it was a few minuets before Miyazaki came back out into the dining hall. She sat down at the table, and I could tell her face was red. I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the table. "Do you feel better?" I asked with a wide grin, leaning towards her. "Y-yes..." I giggled (manly right?) and continued to question her. "So, how long did you need to go?" She shyly replied "Since we got here..." my eyes opened wide with shock. "That was a few hours ago. You were holding it in for that long?! Wow! Why?" I leaned in further, fully engaged and attentive. "Well, I was embarrassed. I thought you... wouldn't like it that I... you know because." Miya looked up at me, allowing her beautiful face to be fully visible for once. "Because I didn't think you would like that..."
It was all I could do to hold back my laughter. I slammed my hand down on the table, accidentally breaking it. I looked up at Miya who had a scared look on her face and smiled. "My bad" I stood up and handed her a one of the napkins that was now on the floor. "Got a bit of soy sauce on your dress. I'll pay for the cleaning." Miya took the napkin and tried to wipe it away "I didn't mean to laugh, but it was funny. Why did you think I would care if you had to pee?" Miya looked shyly at me but answered. "Well, your this famous singer. I'm just a common girl, I never thought I'd get to hear you sing again after you destroyed that lounge in District 2, but you where there and I didn't believe it could be true that you wanted to talk to me, but you were so I thought it was a joke... but then you asked me out so I really thought it was a prank. I thought I was getting tricked and I didn't want to make a fool of myself on tv..." I laughed again.
"That's been it the whole time. Wow, that is elaborate, but I can assure you. There is no gimmick here. It's just me." I offered my hand to her, she took it and we stood. Our waiter came to us, a shocked look upon his face. I haded him a few hundred for the check, table and repairs plus a nice tip. We left and made back for my loft in District 9. I let her in and showed her around. "And this is my home away from my home. I come here when I need to get away." Miya gave me a confused look. "Well I teach at the Academy, music and hand to hand martial arts. They provided me some on campus housing, but I can't always stay there. Sometimes I need to get away." Miya took a seat on the couch, "Do you enjoy teaching?" I pored her some hot tea "It's alright."
Miya began to finally open up to me after that, I learned she had come from a poorer family in District 1. She liked badminton and table tennis not to mention she was an avid fan of my work. Her other hobbies included reading, drawing and decorating houses. She actually took some of this design to my loft. We were up for hours, getting to know each other better. It still humors me that she was so afraid that I was trying to fool her. I'm glad she figured out otherwise.
The morning after I awoke early to prepare breakfast for two. Smiling as I stepped over our clothing that had been discarded on the floor the night before. Her dress still held the soy sauce stain, so I threw it and other clothing in the was before making some eggs and waffles. She walked out of my bed room, lured by the smell and took a seat at the table. She was dressed in one of my white shirts, buttoned up nearly to the top. "Now I'm not the best cook, but I can get by." I boasted as I placed the food down on her plate. She smiled at me, and I realized just how beautiful her face was in the sun light. She took a bite and forced the first mouthful down. She tried for another, but couldn't and spat it out.
Roy... stick to singing, why don't I do the cooking from now on?" I took off my apron and sat down across from her. "Promise?" I asked.
"Promise."
We were married within the next year.
Role Play Sample:
"Really?" Roy exclaimed as he covered his ears. "You think that sounds good?" The student before him smiled with enthusiasm. He dubbed the chord a Chinese minor with an Australasian Roy looked down at the sheet of music before him, and the ink which looked like a photocopy of someone's butt. "You need it to resolve. Resolve to a G, that will make work. Trust me." The kid looked it over and walked over to a near by piano. He pressed the 10 keys that made the chord, a train wreck of a sound, before resolving it to a single note. G.
Roy sighed as the student walked away happy with the sound. He nearly fell back into his chair as he took another sip of his tea. "These kids... They will be the end of me." His phone began to ring, and he answered it. A screen appeared from thin air and the face of his wife, Miya appeared. "Roy, I thought you said you would be coming home early today for the big event! Also, when does the theater department need those costumes? I'm working as fast as possible, but I don't know if I can made the deadline." Roy spun in his chair once to think. "They aren't due anytime soon. The new student's aren't even finished registering. Take some time I'll be home soon. I love you!" Miya smiled "I love you too. Goof." She hung up the phone as Roy ran his fingers through his hair.
"A new semester... This should be interesting."
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Species: Li'Hian
Li'Hian is species made of the interbreeding of 100s of different species and the results of evolution and natural selection. The Li'Hian can be born in a variety of forms, ranging from an animal to a man with everything in between. They all generally have the same range of strength, sight and intelligence which makes their appearance just a roll of the genetic dice. A mature Li'Hian has the strength to life an elephant with ease, and equally powerful eyes. Through breeding their life spans have lengthened and their youth never seems to leave them. Their lifespans are ever being increased by the slow 'perfection' of their massive gene pool. Roy is a humanoid Li'Hian.
Home Nation: Li'Hallowa
Class: Specialist Master
There are three things Roy can do in life. Sing, fight and control his plasma.
Appearance:
Height: 6 ft 1 in
Weight:205 Lbs
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Brown
Body: A wall of lean muscle
Other: Horizontal scar on his left cheek
Attire:
Neck: Brown braided necklace with a Yin-Yang talisman
Torso: White dress shirt
Legs: Black Slacks
Feet: Black dress shoes
Personality: One of Roy's key personality features is his calm, yet adamant demeanor. When insulted he agrees with his insulter and when provoked he turns the other way with a smile. This action usually leads people to the more fearsome essence of Roy's calmness. When attacked or prompted for a fight Roy becomes nearly merciless towards his opponent. It is his belief that if you raise your hands in combat you must be ready to place your life on the line for your beliefs, he will give any opponent three chances to withdraw from any fight with him, each time he is denied showing slightly more of his ability. After the third offer Roy will attack full strength(if needed) to protect himself and as he sees it, grant his opponents wish of a true fight.
Years of Attendants: 9
Field of teaching: Music, Hand to Hand Combat
Weapons: Hands
Equipment:
Holo-key Piano - A piano created out of holo-field technology. (Holographich display stuff)IT creates a piano of translucent blue light that simulates touch with special waves. It has a build in speaker system to allow play on the go capabilities.
Mounts: A two seat sports car.
Familiars: Miya Foxheart
Elemental Affinity: Plasma
Skills:
Music(Singing/Piano)
Plasma control
Hand to Hand Combat
Scope of Abilities:
Roy is a professional singer and musician. He has perfect pitch, can play piano and the ability to throw his voice. His singing voice is a mixture between baritone and tenor.
Roy's elemental affinity gives him control of the state of matter know as plasma. Plasma consist of fire, lighting, solar winds, stars, auroras and any particle of matter that is either hotter or faster than a gas. Through many years of training Roy no longer needs to draw from direct source and has developed ways to create plasma out of surrounding particles usually from the air or ground which he can fully manipulate and control; the movement, speed, temperature, conductivity and form of plasma are like child’s toys in Roy's hands. He can create plasma in all of the previously stated forms with the exception to stable or self sustaining stars. Roy's skill with plasma allow him to create electromagnetic fields and even power electrical objects through touch or the charging of batteries.
Roy can draw plasma into his body and store it with no harm to himself. In a fight he can move it to the outer layers of his skin to prevent damage, to his limbs to strengthen his punches and kicks and to generally speed up his body through movement of plasma.
Roy has been trained in various open handed martial arts, allowing him to create a personal system called Lux Luso Ken. It employs a very direct style of fighting, fast and powerful kicks to break through opponents guard to allow follow up strikes with the hands to vital spots. The style incorporates various joint locks and throws meant to break the spirit of any watching the pain received from one of these techniques.
History:
“The beginning and the end. These are the most talked about portions of any story. How did that happen? Did he accomplish what he set out to do? Most people take comfort in know that everything they do has a purpose and that purpose is used to justify what they do trying to get to their personal goals. That is the way I understand the world, nothing happens with out intent or reason. This is the school of thought that my father passed down to me.
My father would always ask me when I came in for breakfast, 'My son, why did you get out of bed this morning?' I would look up at him and answer that I had to go to school or do chores. He would let out a robust laugh and say 'That's my boy' He cared deeply about by education, as did my mother though she had a more brutal way of greeting me in the morning. As I spoke with father she would sneak up behind me and right before I took my seat at the island she would attack me. Some days she would throw plates or bowls, others she would kick or punch at me. She would then look down at me, laying defeated on the ground and ask 'My son, why shouldn't I kill you where you lay?' and I would answer that she should show mercy to those weaker then her. That was how I started my day.
As traditional of the culture on Li'Hallowa, my childhood was filled with education in the field we were destined to be apart of. Children are asked at a young age a set of questions and based along with the help of a magical device they are given a profession to work towards. I was given the role of an entertainer and more specific to become a singer. Days were filled with scales and harmonies, arpeggios and time signatures while my nights were filled with survival training. The past of our people taught us to be ready for anything, to survive anywhere and against danger. We were taught to be calm and fearless in the face of great obstacles and to never allow injustice to defeat us. First we learned how to navigate and read the stars, then to use the bountiful gifts of nature to cure ailments. We quickly discovered which berries we could eat and which ones had other practical applications, like dyes or sweeteners for food. Lastly around the age of ten we learned to hunt and fish for meat. After we completed survival training we began our imperial classes.
Once enrolled at the Cyrus school of Defensive Learning, students had the choice of what styles of defense or combat to learn and then living with a master who would teach them those skills. I had the choice between learning how to use my body as a weapon or learning how to make a weapon part of my body. I chose the first and left most of my friends who wished to train with Cyrus of The Blade.
My training began at the age of 11, and my master was one of Cyrus' generals who went by the name of Ahmose the Brave. His skill in battle is nearly at the level of Cyrus of the Blade, and stories of their battles against opposing military forces are common in the younger schooling institutions. Ahmose excelled in hand to hand combat supplemented by his magical abilities. Many of the students who come under his training transfer out because of its difficulty and I vowed I wouldn't allow myself to be defeated by his training.
Ahmose began our training with physical conditioning. He was a hard teacher and constantly told me to just go die in the corner every time I complained about the task he gave me. Even though it was cold and mean I knew he meant well and was just trying to impose one of his philosophy upon me. “If you can't do this then why should I even bother training you? If you've reached your limit then you have too choices: You can lay there and die or break through the heavens and surpass your limits!” This was a turning point for me and I grew out of complaining about the task he was charging me with. 10,000 one finger hand stand push ups on each finger, upside down squats and 20 mile jogs. Ahmose pushed my physical limits to the maximum and then beyond for the next 3 years of my life. We never even got into the actual combat training until I had reached the age of 14.
I had to beg and plead with him to begin my combat training, and it was for a silly reason. All of my friends would show off their skills with a blade, whip or bow and I felt left out not knowing any cool skills to flaunt about. Even though I thought I could keep this reasoning from him, Ahmose saw right through my facade and threw it back in my face. I remember that he had a great big smirk on his face when he said “Sure, I'll start teaching you techniques but moving up to the next level in training, is going to be super difficult. I didn't think you would survive so I'd been putting it off but since you are so eager...” He dragged me by my collar and dulled me into his 'Seven Rings of Hell.'
He had a name for each ring:
1) Thinking
2) Moving
3) Blocking
4) Intercepting
5) Throwing
6) Punching
7) Kicking
We could start at ring one and work our way down through the levels of his hellish training. First came thinking. On the first day he told me to clear my mind, I asked how and he told me to do a hand stand on my index fingers. I did and then he began punching my stomach, while instructing me to remain still. He said when I didn't think about the coming pain he would teach me the next step. I realized that each day he picked another spot of my body to punch and it took a few weeks of training to remove the fear of the next day's brutal punishment coming. Finally I walked in and didn't take up the handstand position on his command. He said to me I was a worthless apprentice and I should once again go die in the corner for being disrespectful. He reared up his arm to punch me and when it came flying in towards my face I realized I could see more then the punch I could see its path and the intent behind it. I attempted to raise my hands in a block but I was too slow for my master and he put me on my butt. He looked down at me and smirked. “Maybe you're not so hopeless after all.”
Ahmose continued to train me to empty my mind of all unnecessary thoughts when engaged in a confrontation with someone. He taught that when my mind was still and strong that it could register more about the environment then if it was filled with useless information like what was for dinner or who was going to be in an upcoming play. It took me a long time to get a hold on this skill but eventually, I made it to the blocking stage of hell.
With each day my movements became faster and my skills became sharper. We intensely trained my physical abilities, now working up to doing 5 mile sprints and weighted workouts that would have brought my father to tears. By the age of 16 I had taken so many poundings from Ahmose that I was voted by the society 'Most likely to stand back up in a fight” Receiving that award was one of the proudest moments in my life. I think Ahmose was proud of my achievement but to this day I'm still not certain. My training through hell lasted until I was at the age of 18. By then I had as my master would say a basic knowledge of the imperial arts. I can remember beaming with pride when I received this statement think I had completed my training with him. My friends had already left their master's care and journeyed off to hone their skills in their various careers. I was ready to venture out into the world when Ahmose came to me laughing. “Oh I'm sorry, we're not done yet. Your only a third of the way through!” My mouth dropped open as he dragged me into his 'Ring of Heaven' training as he called it.
This new training workout consisted of learning to use magic to fight in combat. He taught me about the sciences of controlling the elements and journeyed with me on a spirit quest to find my element. It was filled with hardship and pain, agony and joy. But that isn't really important. I discovered that my affinity with with the powers of lightning and plasma. We began honing my ability to control the element, touching it with out harming my self and being able to transfer and store it in my body. Just learning this much control took us another 3 years of training because I was also required to control the plasma like it was an arm or a leg and use it to use it safely around others. By the end of that 3 years I could play tennis with plasma if I wanted to, but Ahmose always warned of how dangerous my elemental affinity was and to be weary of how I used it. From here Ahmose had one more training regiment for me which he called 'Ring of Li'Hian'.
This final ring combined what I learned from the first Seven Rings of Hell and the Ring of Heaven to create a style unique and different to that of any style ever know. He told me that this final stage of training ended after I drew in my last breath and left this plane of existence. Ahmose spent one more year training me in the ways to combine magics and open hand combat into an imperial art that earned him his fame on the battle field. When Ahmose finished with me he truly smiled and when I said my farewell to him I could have sworn I saw a single tear drop from his eye. As I ventured out into the world at the age of 21. (note that in this time of training I still continued to grow as a singer, that's just not as much fun to talk about)
It was then that I began singing in Savale. My favorite genre to sing was jazz and lounge, so I was a common act performing in the casinos of District 8 and higher class lounges of District 3. It was there that I met Head Master Eleazar. He was drunk, very very very drunk and getting rowdy with one of the waitresses. I called to him from my stage, instructing the man to calm down and leave the woman alone, but Eleazar kept shouting. "No, no, she would be perfect to feed to my dragon!"I came down from the stage to confront the old coot when a man, a few years younger then myself, stepped into my path.
We tried speaking, but somehow a fight ensued. The building was evacuated as the two of us went at it. I knocked him through 6 stories into the open air, where I could effectively use my plasma without damaging to much, but it seemed to betray my will. This forced me to rely on only my strength and the two of us fought like that for a few minuets before being stopped by a young woman who also happened to be with the group. The old man introduced himself as Headmaster Eleazar, of the Academy of Forgotten Arts which the city was built around and the two beside him where his pupils. The man I had fought being Alvion, and the woman who stopped us, Crystalline. Eleazar offered me a chance to teach music at the school, but also train and further my abilities under his wing. I accepted the offer, even if it was just for the chance of a rematch with Alvion.
Around the age of 24, I was singing in a bar in District 8 when I saw a beautiful young waitress. I decided to be cool, and dedicated my next song to her, "The woman with the Emerald eyes" an improvisation on the piano that I added lyrics too as I sang the song. The woman flushed and hid while I sang, but after my set I tracked her down, finding her in the break room.
"Hello, I didn't mean to embarrass you. my name's~" The woman stopped me as I spoke, looking down at the floor. "You're Roy Foxheart. A Li'Hian, trained by Ahmose the brave in martial arts." She turned her head away with a gasp, as if she had said too much. "Yes" I answered, kneeling down and trying to get a look at her face. "Well it seems you know who I am. Now, who are you?" She turned away, I could see a slight flush of pink from the gaps between her straight, long black hair, but I was persistent.
I followed her around and placed my hands lightly on her knees. "Hey, don't be shy. Come on. Tell me your name." She was trembling slightly, but she looked up from behind her long hair. "Miyazaki... Natsumoto... " I pressed some of her hair aside so I could see her face "I couldn't hear you behind all that hair." I said, but she got up from her chair and backed across the room, knocking a few things off the counter. "My name's Miyazaki Natsumoto!" She declared it in a rather cute voice. It was shy, but sweet and had a bit of force to it. I stood up and bowed to her, "Well. It is my honor to make your acquiescence."
It took a few months after that to get Miyazaki to talk to me more, usually she would run and hide on the other side of the bar every time I performed there, but I was entranced by her. I struck a deal with the owner, working a 1/3 my normal fare to get more night on. Once a week at first, then twice, just to spend more time, chipping away at Miyazaki's outer shell. I eventually asked her out on a date, which i will say was very interesting.
"So Miya, did you enjoy dinner?" I asked, placing my chopsticks down on the plate before me. I had brought Miyazaki to a restaurant in District 8 where the food was amazing, the the eastern design was marvelous. I thought it would make great air for conversation, but the night had been much of my own voice by that point. I had tried to get her to open up and tell me about herself, but it had all been for nothing so far. She just sat like a stone before me, her head hung down and her hair falling into her face. I was sure she hadn't been on many dates before, as shy as she was and truthfully I was surprised she had come out with me.
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So Miya, please tell me more about you."
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Because I think it's cute!"
"Well... I guess." she shifted in her chair, kinda like she had to go to the bathroom.
"Is everything alright?" I asked. She nodded her head yes slowly took another bite of food. It was small, I had finished my plate twice over, but she hadn't even finished half of hers. "Are you sure. You don't seem... well." Miya placed her hands in her lap, getting a tight hold on her dress. "I.... I... I... I HAVE TO PEE!" I was taken aback by her shout and pointed off into the corner where the woman's room was located. "Over there!" She quickly got up and raced off to the bathroom. I looked around the restaurant, the wide eyed people trying to make sense of what they had just heard. I smiled at them and waved to an elderly man who had locked eyes with me. He whispered. "She's a keeper." before turning back to his dinner with a wide grin.
I sat back in my chair and waited, it was a few minuets before Miyazaki came back out into the dining hall. She sat down at the table, and I could tell her face was red. I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the table. "Do you feel better?" I asked with a wide grin, leaning towards her. "Y-yes..." I giggled (manly right?) and continued to question her. "So, how long did you need to go?" She shyly replied "Since we got here..." my eyes opened wide with shock. "That was a few hours ago. You were holding it in for that long?! Wow! Why?" I leaned in further, fully engaged and attentive. "Well, I was embarrassed. I thought you... wouldn't like it that I... you know because." Miya looked up at me, allowing her beautiful face to be fully visible for once. "Because I didn't think you would like that..."
It was all I could do to hold back my laughter. I slammed my hand down on the table, accidentally breaking it. I looked up at Miya who had a scared look on her face and smiled. "My bad" I stood up and handed her a one of the napkins that was now on the floor. "Got a bit of soy sauce on your dress. I'll pay for the cleaning." Miya took the napkin and tried to wipe it away "I didn't mean to laugh, but it was funny. Why did you think I would care if you had to pee?" Miya looked shyly at me but answered. "Well, your this famous singer. I'm just a common girl, I never thought I'd get to hear you sing again after you destroyed that lounge in District 2, but you where there and I didn't believe it could be true that you wanted to talk to me, but you were so I thought it was a joke... but then you asked me out so I really thought it was a prank. I thought I was getting tricked and I didn't want to make a fool of myself on tv..." I laughed again.
"That's been it the whole time. Wow, that is elaborate, but I can assure you. There is no gimmick here. It's just me." I offered my hand to her, she took it and we stood. Our waiter came to us, a shocked look upon his face. I haded him a few hundred for the check, table and repairs plus a nice tip. We left and made back for my loft in District 9. I let her in and showed her around. "And this is my home away from my home. I come here when I need to get away." Miya gave me a confused look. "Well I teach at the Academy, music and hand to hand martial arts. They provided me some on campus housing, but I can't always stay there. Sometimes I need to get away." Miya took a seat on the couch, "Do you enjoy teaching?" I pored her some hot tea "It's alright."
Miya began to finally open up to me after that, I learned she had come from a poorer family in District 1. She liked badminton and table tennis not to mention she was an avid fan of my work. Her other hobbies included reading, drawing and decorating houses. She actually took some of this design to my loft. We were up for hours, getting to know each other better. It still humors me that she was so afraid that I was trying to fool her. I'm glad she figured out otherwise.
The morning after I awoke early to prepare breakfast for two. Smiling as I stepped over our clothing that had been discarded on the floor the night before. Her dress still held the soy sauce stain, so I threw it and other clothing in the was before making some eggs and waffles. She walked out of my bed room, lured by the smell and took a seat at the table. She was dressed in one of my white shirts, buttoned up nearly to the top. "Now I'm not the best cook, but I can get by." I boasted as I placed the food down on her plate. She smiled at me, and I realized just how beautiful her face was in the sun light. She took a bite and forced the first mouthful down. She tried for another, but couldn't and spat it out.
Roy... stick to singing, why don't I do the cooking from now on?" I took off my apron and sat down across from her. "Promise?" I asked.
"Promise."
We were married within the next year.
Role Play Sample:
"Really?" Roy exclaimed as he covered his ears. "You think that sounds good?" The student before him smiled with enthusiasm. He dubbed the chord a Chinese minor with an Australasian Roy looked down at the sheet of music before him, and the ink which looked like a photocopy of someone's butt. "You need it to resolve. Resolve to a G, that will make work. Trust me." The kid looked it over and walked over to a near by piano. He pressed the 10 keys that made the chord, a train wreck of a sound, before resolving it to a single note. G.
Roy sighed as the student walked away happy with the sound. He nearly fell back into his chair as he took another sip of his tea. "These kids... They will be the end of me." His phone began to ring, and he answered it. A screen appeared from thin air and the face of his wife, Miya appeared. "Roy, I thought you said you would be coming home early today for the big event! Also, when does the theater department need those costumes? I'm working as fast as possible, but I don't know if I can made the deadline." Roy spun in his chair once to think. "They aren't due anytime soon. The new student's aren't even finished registering. Take some time I'll be home soon. I love you!" Miya smiled "I love you too. Goof." She hung up the phone as Roy ran his fingers through his hair.
"A new semester... This should be interesting."