Post by bo sei lao on Apr 15, 2013 23:11:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:450px;,bTable] NAME Bo Sei Lau AGE Twenty-two. RACE [secretly]White eared Sibia (bird) Halfling. Fronts as a Human. FACTION Xihe / noncanon. MY NAME IS BO SEI LAO, AND MY AFFINITY IS EARTH. MY SECONDARY ELEMENTAL IS SPIRIT. I AM DEMISEXUAL AND I AM PLAYED BY EVE. personality + Well-Mannered, Obedient, Loyal, Courageous, Resilient, Observant, Cunning, Hard Working. - Self-Loathing, Hardened, Distrusting, Desperate, Dependent, Sharp-Tongued, Intolerant, Distant. history SONGS OF A SAD LITTLE BIRD. They say the songs of birds can bring the greatest of joys. The sweet little melodies chirped from the the most sorrowful of windows enough to bring a glimmer of hope or joy to those trapped in joyless frames in those sorrowful windows. These windows were filled with many thing however. Sorrow. Pride. Strength. Honor. The hard stern faces of warriors. There was no room for the sweet songs of birds. At least not from one in particular. But we shall get to that. The house of Lao was one of great pride. Their family line of ancient lineage dating back to the earliest of nobility. They were the family shaped to be the shields and spears of kings and great men alike. The ones the struck fear in the faces of their enemies and made those not dare to breath a word of foul word of breath in the way of those they protected. Sweetness and laughter had no room in their walls. The gentle touch of a woman was even a hardened thing of tradition and pride. Though despite this love was deep. Love of their home, love of their kingdom, love of their lineage. Their family. A deep devotion that one could call beautiful. The current master of the house was a man of great depth. A great honor. A great man all together. Hard on the outside but soft on the in and he took a wife of great beauty and kindness. She was a woman of laughter and light and she was a delight inside the walls of such tradition. But because of it she was scolded. Looked on with frown formed faces of the elders who wished to turn her into something she was not. And to please them she allowed them to twist and turn her into these things. For the love of her husband she would become what was needed. To have his pride in her she would do this. To continue the pride of the house, this great house in which came such honor to be chosen for, she would do this. Their love was a great thing. Tradition, and honor, and polite society kept her from expressing her love so freely but she slowly softened the man so stiff with tradition. Secret word were used, light touches when others were not paying attention. Little things that echoed to great meaning. Ah yes. Theirs was a romance that many could right poetry over. The great beauty taming a brash beast. Though despite this great love no babe came of it. Shame started to be held to her name and when the master was sent to settle a small burst of civil war across the land the lady with shame smeared on her face, dancing of tradition, tripping over it and slowly suffercating in it was left to this now utterly joyless place. A year he was gone and it took but one night. A bird singing outside her window. A beautiful man of a bird. And his song woke the life in her heart that was slowly being squashed in this house of rules and tradition and greatness that was expected of her to uphold. And lonely, and sad, and breaking she accepted this bird of a man into her bed. And not but a day later her love returned to her and the bird of a man left on a great wind. To travel on as some birds do. Nine months later a babe was finally born. Though when wings came upon the back of the babe the great shame that had been looming over her from before and the renewed shame of her adultery came crashing on her. Though for the honor of their house her husband decided to keep the babe. Word had already spread of her pregnancy and it would look bad if she were to loose it after so many times of trying. Look bad on her and the house. The midwife that brought the babe into the world suddenly took ill and died some time later. A grave thing needing be done to keep it hushed of the creature the babe really was. No one was allowed to see it. No one was allowed to look upon it but the mother and wife who had brought such shame in the house. Despite being the secretly black stain to their great house, the love the mother had for the baby shone through the name in which she gave him. Bo Sei. Precious life it meant in their language. Precious he was despite the fact that over the years she distanced herself from him. Loved him she did but her shame was too great to be able to look at him. To look in the face of the boy that-though thank the gods looked so much like her- was not her husbands and was something of even more shame. A halfling. When he was nine his father decided it was time. He was strong enough to withstand it, and the greatest surgeon was brought in with the up most discretion. His wings were taken from him. Surgically removed. Mended with magic though the pain was still unbarable. The scars would be left to mark the shame of what he truly was and each time a feather grew he was to pluck it. Years and years of getting it drilled in his head of how such a disgrace he was weakened his heart though despite the weakness there was also strength through determination. He was a disgrace. A secret abomination and his father was honorable enough to let him live and for that he refused to let him down in upholding the honor of their house. Though he knew his father would no doubt find someone else in the family to name heir to their great name and come up with some grand reason as to why, he would fight hard to make a name for himself. To find a way to honor their house. And he did. He trained hard. He listened well, and he proved to be a sharp and swift creature. Recognized early on as a prodigy in swordsmanship. It was easy for him to get a position as guard in the castle of their great royal family, and then at the age of twenty-one after slaying the sneakiest of intruders intended to hard a member of the royal family he earned his place as a body guard for one of the royal children. notes Etc etc etc~ - At no point is Bo ever naked in front of anyone and if he has to be for what ever reason such as perhaps changing in front of his peers he is always sure to have his back facing a corner. Terrible that is for tactics he knows. Bad to be cornered should one be ambushed but skilled he has made himself become for such an occasion. The reason for this however his grave. There are scars along that pretty back that are not those of normal boys. They are the scars of what once had been. The scars of where wings would be. - His back is his greatest weakness. No one touches it. Clothed or unclothed. In fact, he does not like anyone touching him at all. Nor does he like anyone looking at him for long periods of time. It makes him a bit paranoid. If they look long enough, will they see? Will they see despite all evidence of it hacked and plucked from his body that he had filthy halfling blood running through his body? Despite the make up that covered up the white colored skin around his eyes marking him for the bird of flight that he was? No no. They could not see. How could they? He hid it so carefully....but oh how it makes him squirm with fear. Internally of course. Because a warrior such a he does not fear anything outwardly. - He hates who he is obviously. He hates his mother more for doing this to their house. For doing this to his great father who is not his father but graced him with the allowance to live despite being the dirty less then human thing he is. That hacked his wings to try and give him a chance of honor in this world. - He hates birds. He has no problem throwing stones at them. He hates them because they remind him of the man who seduced his mother, who fathered him so sinfully, and most of all he hates them because there is a deep dark yearning that he can not allow. The freedom of flight. The desire to feel the wind in his hair from oh so high up. Something robbed of him and he can not allow himself to think of it. To be angered by it. Because it was a mercy to do to him. Rob him of it. so that he could have honor. So he could have a life. These are the secrets he keeps wrapped so tightly. These are the sorrow of his windows. - He enjoys sweet things. - He hates doctors. - He sings beautifully and he hates that too. - Slight he may look, feminine as well but do not ever mark it as weakness because Bo will be fast to teach you other wise and make you a laughing stock in the process. TSUZURAMARU - KEN GA KIMI - BO SEI LAO |
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