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Registration Date: 05-11-2013
Last Visit: 05-28-2013 08:42 AM Total Posts 8 Played By: Tasha 
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| Yaoguai Fu Guo's Info | |||||||||
| Flesh and bone, your aching moan. | |||||||||
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appearance
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Out on the plain, the trees and heavens touch, The moon seems close to me on this clear water. Some age like fine plum wine. The older she gets, the more mysterious and omnipotent she becomes. Her skeleton is slender, but tall and elongated, therefore she appears to be a giant. She carries herself as though she is a mighty god; while there are enigmatic elements that surround such a high self opinion, an explanation, she finds it rude to speak of the past, as well as the dead. Her fur is a glowing silvery gray, a touch of teal rippling like blue koi through the endless sea of her luxurious pelt. The fur upon her body is long, thinning as it reaches her supple, lissome limbs. Her talons are a deep sanguine red, as well as her pads, which glow when she feels exorbitant amounts of energy or emotion. An inscrutable expression and exotic facial markings make up for what would otherwise be a rather staid example of her halfling blood. Her lithe back ends with a loosely braided tail, long and horselike, but full and luscious. A red stripe crosses the diagonal shape of her eye, whilst another stripe lays below her bottom eyelid. Another stripe lines the path between her nose and forehead, leading up to a circle shape on her brow. White, blue, and red, the colors of her past, the colors of her future, and constant reminders of what she left behind in what seems like another lifetime. | |||||||||
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Out on the plain, the trees and heavens touch, The moon seems close to me on this clear water. Enchantment, laced with morphine, and full flavored plum wine, is her endless game of illusion and deceit. Perhaps not inherently evil, but her sense of mischief is a thorny rose, beautiful to look upon, but painful to touch. She only has one rule, and that is, there are no rules. Life is a mysterious entity, an infinite stream whose deltas caress the edges of the sea. Her ceaseless, profound atmosphere is a coveted shield of smoke and mirrors. She will lie, but she will also mix with her deception the woven strands of truth. Dangerously perceptive, unfathomably passionate, and strangely fickle when it comes to true matters of the heart, she is a free spirit, the fatal mistake bore from the ever erratic Beauty, and the savage Beast. A beautiful singer, writer, and artist, the poetic silence of the moon bows down in respect for her quietly rebellious vigor, her zealous brilliance adorned in the allure of the rising sun above a luminosity starved horizon. A doll, nothing else, and yet so much more, intertwined with the hush of land and the rising haste spat forth by Poseidon's lethal waves, begging her to soak her skin in the midnight oil of sea salt and brackish air. The pathos of her inner strength is something to behold, a tidal wave of broken hopes and dreams that never she dare to let go of. Poise and grace. Lies and falsities. Her mask is exquisite, peeling from her flesh only when her heart is open. | |||||||||
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history
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Out on the plain, the trees and heavens touch, The moon seems close to me on this clear water. Perfection. Her life was perfection. Filled with love, with magic, with the solace of knowing all. Her husband was a divine oracle, a man whose driven nature eventually won her affections. He was more than handsome. He was powerful, and generous. Kingly, yes. And he wanted her. Oh, how he wanted her. She never felt more wanted in all her life. She was three years old when she let him take her as his wife. Of course she was anxious, of course she was afraid, but never once did she show it, only gave a single serene, and cryptic smile, whilst he took her to bed numerous times. He did love her, and she loved him, but eventually, the fact that they were able to bear no children was the stake that drove them apart. He was a noble man, however, and did not blame her, but blamed himself. His fire weakened over the last few years they were together, until he died of a broken heart. Bereft, and lost, her lover dead of heartache and she, still alive, and with no responsibility over the heirs they could have had, Yaoguai traveled far, and deep into the mystic realm of nature, furthering her powers slowly and gradually, yet her mind remained on her dead lover. She was worthless. No husband, no family, no home, and no legacy. Nothing to leave behind, but the faint imprint of her fleeting passions. | |||||||||
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