- Joined
- Mar 19, 2025
- Messages
- 5
- Reaction score
- 2
- Points
- 18
Character Information
She wears a dark, structured jacket with broad shoulders. The jacket is tightly fitted with slight armor pieces seen sticking out. Her pants are a pair of ripped jeans, torn at the knees and lower legs, revealing lighter fabric beneath. The entire outfit is rendered in varying shades of black and gray, with hints of purple. Her hair is jet black and shoulder-length, obscuring parts of her face. Scars can be seen on her body and face, some deep and dark whilst others are faded.
Life Story / Plot Hooks
There was a girl born into silence, a room where no one celebrated her arrival or even dared to speak her name. From the very beginning, she was a shadow—small, quiet, and unwanted. Her earliest memories were of a cramped corner of a forgotten district in Huo-Chang, in a house that barely stood against the wind.
Her parents were emotionally hollow, wearing years of anger and resentment like armor. Her father spoke with fists; her mother, not at all. If the girl cried, she was weak. If she stayed quiet, she was ungrateful. There were no kind touches, no warm meals, no lullabies or bedtime stories. Just expectations wrapped in cruelty, and consequences that came too fast and far too often.
By the time she was five, she had learned to walk without making a sound, to starve without complaint, to sleep with her back pressed to the cold floor. She stopped reaching for comfort., and her heart stopped hoping for something better. Yet, she was stubborn in the quiet way that children are. She endured. She listened to the world outside. She let her imagination carry her to other lives, better ones, where the air wasn't so heavy, and the walls didn't close in so tight.
And then, one night, when she was eight, the wind shifted.
It was sharp and cold, and it howled through the slats of the house like a warning. The door burst open, slamming against the wall. She didn't flinch. She knew what came next. Her small arms lifted by instinct, bracing for the inevitable.
But this time… it was different.
A blade was drawn. The stench of rice wine and sweat filled her nose—it was him. She begged her father to stop, until she couldn't speak anymore. The first cut was shallow. The next ones, deeper. Pain tore through her in jagged waves, and panic overwhelmed her. With the last of her strength, she ran—stumbling past her mother's vacant eyes, past the broken door, out into the night.
She didn't know how far she ran. Her legs moved on fear alone. All she remembers is the pain, the blood, the chill of the night air as it pressed against her wounds. Eventually, her body gave out in an alleyway. She collapsed in the shadows, certain that this was the end.
CRP:
Proficiency Points
Magic: 5
Strength: 2
Training Point Buy
Deadeye Point Buy
- Full Name: Sogeki (Lian Meiyun)
- Heritage / Culture: Huo-Chang Sihai
- Age: 18
- Gender / Pronouns: she/her
- Religion: Draconism
- Eye Color: Green
- Skin Color: Pale Olive
- Hair: Black
- Height: 5'4
- Body Type: Skinny
- Languages: Common, Wai-lan, Sign(often preferred)
She wears a dark, structured jacket with broad shoulders. The jacket is tightly fitted with slight armor pieces seen sticking out. Her pants are a pair of ripped jeans, torn at the knees and lower legs, revealing lighter fabric beneath. The entire outfit is rendered in varying shades of black and gray, with hints of purple. Her hair is jet black and shoulder-length, obscuring parts of her face. Scars can be seen on her body and face, some deep and dark whilst others are faded.
Life Story / Plot Hooks
There was a girl born into silence, a room where no one celebrated her arrival or even dared to speak her name. From the very beginning, she was a shadow—small, quiet, and unwanted. Her earliest memories were of a cramped corner of a forgotten district in Huo-Chang, in a house that barely stood against the wind.
Her parents were emotionally hollow, wearing years of anger and resentment like armor. Her father spoke with fists; her mother, not at all. If the girl cried, she was weak. If she stayed quiet, she was ungrateful. There were no kind touches, no warm meals, no lullabies or bedtime stories. Just expectations wrapped in cruelty, and consequences that came too fast and far too often.
By the time she was five, she had learned to walk without making a sound, to starve without complaint, to sleep with her back pressed to the cold floor. She stopped reaching for comfort., and her heart stopped hoping for something better. Yet, she was stubborn in the quiet way that children are. She endured. She listened to the world outside. She let her imagination carry her to other lives, better ones, where the air wasn't so heavy, and the walls didn't close in so tight.
And then, one night, when she was eight, the wind shifted.
It was sharp and cold, and it howled through the slats of the house like a warning. The door burst open, slamming against the wall. She didn't flinch. She knew what came next. Her small arms lifted by instinct, bracing for the inevitable.
But this time… it was different.
A blade was drawn. The stench of rice wine and sweat filled her nose—it was him. She begged her father to stop, until she couldn't speak anymore. The first cut was shallow. The next ones, deeper. Pain tore through her in jagged waves, and panic overwhelmed her. With the last of her strength, she ran—stumbling past her mother's vacant eyes, past the broken door, out into the night.
She didn't know how far she ran. Her legs moved on fear alone. All she remembers is the pain, the blood, the chill of the night air as it pressed against her wounds. Eventually, her body gave out in an alleyway. She collapsed in the shadows, certain that this was the end.
CRP:
Proficiency Points
Magic: 5
- Arcane Point Buy
- Arcane Snare
- Arcane Shove
- Arcane Portent
- Arcane Counter
Strength: 2
Training Point Buy
- Iron will
- Technique parry
Deadeye Point Buy
- Deadeye Stance
- Deadeye Barrage
- Deadeye Pinshot
- Deadeye Drillshot
- Deadeye Luckshot
- Sharp reflexes
- Escape artist
- Venomous Strikes
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