My character is pretty strong at things related to fighting, including strategies and actual martial arts. Not to brag, or make Xi Ye seem invincible, but if you want a comparison he could easily hold his own with Meilin, Kana, or Song. Just research ancient Chinese warriors, Xi Ye is not invincible. xD
I already finished his character intro, so here it is:
That was all I could see around me.
I could feel the heat of it pressing against my face even through the mask, but the mask would not allow me to take it off.
All around me I could hear the sound of wood burning down, the sound of structures and buildings crashing down all around me. I could clearly smell the stench of smoke. It was enough to make me nearly choke.
I was still rooted to the ground. All around me were the colors I had always seen throughout my life; the red even danced on the walls. It filled my vision, dancing, leaping, trying to reach me, and it was so close. If I let it consume me, what would happen?
But then I realized what it really was...
Something furry brushed against my cheek, startling me. The red in my vision faded so fast—it was as if it imploded and vanished entirely from Erdas.
Then I heard a soft purring sound. I lifted my head and opened my eyes, but was astonished by how much I could see in the dark.
My tiger was nuzzling me on the arm with his nose worriedly, and I stroked his fur with one gloved hand. He purred again, but didn’t stop. His nose was wet for some reason. I brushed whatever the wet thing was off.
“It’s alright,” I assured him, so he started licking my face instead. His tongue was a little rough. I pushed him gently to one side in protest, but he just laid down again, resting one furry paw on my chest. I would have smiled at him, but I think I never knew how to. But it was true that my spirit animal is always the comfort I can find in my life no matter what.
That dream… I had had it for years already. Since when had it started?
“What do you think the scarlet in my dream means…?” I asked, half to him, half to myself. “And I don’t mean your name,” I added quickly before he would start reminding me. His amber eyes, almost glowing scarlet in the night, looked at me intently. He cocked his head to one side, and I couldn’t help but put myself in a position closer to him. Both of us didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, no matter how hard it was.
Nor did I have much of a choice, especially when I was younger.
Born into a family who I don’t remember, and likely doesn’t remember me, either, I was taken and intended to be trained to be an assassin by a group possibly related to the Conquerors. Judging from that simple fact, I doubt my family is even alive now. I also don’t care about finding them now, a feeble dream I had when I just started to remember things, when I was much younger.
The flames in my dreams have always been all too real. Other kids, they dream of their normal lives, flying, Great Beasts, and summoning a spirit animal at eleven…
For me, all I have dreamt about is related to blood, war, and devastation.
After I was taken from my family, I was taken to a training place. But the place was never seen again.
It burned down.
The same went for all the other centers I was brought to. Within a month it would turn to a pile of black ashes, no matter how magnificent it had been before. Even the assassins who had taken me soon came to fear me. I was the very omen from the heavens of being cursed, and bringing only bad luck. I still scoff at such beliefs even today.
To make a long story short, no one would even come close to me. They didn’t even dare to touch me, in fears that they would be hurt because of doing so. I was viewed like some kind of cursed thing, rather than as a person.
Especially after those who did try to know me better vanished. They could disappear, and then the next time I saw them they would already have been passed away. We had learned about cursed tombs before, where the deceased rulers would curse whoever disturbed their rest until their death; I was the living version of this, except that anyone who tried to come close to me would die, or vanish from the face of Erdas completely.
It has been only myself ever since I can remember.
That is, until Xing Hong came. I looked at him, and he stared back at me. I looked to the side, because one of the primary rules of having a feline as a spirit animal is you do not engage him in a staring contest; he will definitely win.
Sometimes I dream about losing my only companion in the world, and those dreams are what worries me the most… I don’t care about death, or pain of any other sort…
To lose him would surpass any sort of death or pain for me.
I gritted my teeth, realizing what I was thinking. My tiger growled softly, and I snapped back into full attention, slipping the mask back on even before footsteps became audible, and someone knocked on the door, as if testing for something.
“Commander,” a voice outside the door inquired nervously, and very quietly. “Are you awake? May I come in?”
“Yes,” I replied back in Zhongenese. XingHong tilted his head quizzably, probably because it was still dark outside. Why would anyone have to say at this hour?
It turned out that it was General Ling, and he supposedly had important news. Ling was wearing military clothes, and his arms were behind his back in a polite stance. “I’m sorry for disturbing your rest, but I came to inform you that the Greencloaks are already rebuilding Greenhaven, and the Oathbound are due to trial in mere days.” I watched him as he spoke. He was undeniably older than me, about in his mid-thirties, but anyhow, everyone in the army was older than me. He also had a neat, trimmed beard, and piercing light brown eyes. He continued: “The other generals and advisors have strongly suggested that the invasion of Greenhaven should begin immediately, before they have times to organize themselves and the Oathbound are proven guilty under trial.”
I pursed my lips together. I didn’t know how the other generals and advisors got up to their ranks, but from that statement simply they obviously didn’t know what they were suggesting. It was clearly an incorrect and rash choice to make.
The Greencloaks and Greenhaven, having been taken over twice before, once by a man called Zerif and once by the Oathbound, should have already learned that intruders go in when the circumstances are the direst. After all, Zerif took over Greenhaven while the Wyrm battle was going on and Greencloaks were being enslaved, while the Oathbound took over Greenhaven following them being forcefully controlled by the Wyrm and using that as an excuse for trying to prove them guilty of war crimes. Obviously outsiders took over when one had weaknesses, and that also applied to the Greencloaks, no matter their numbers. If we did anything rash this time around, failure would be immediate. They would be ready.
Of course, Ling was undeniably a powerful leader. He had come in sometime before me and had risen quickly through the ranks of our YingHe Army, and soon became a general. No one could deny his ability at thinking critically and quickly, and of course, his fighting skills. He was as fast and nimble on the ground as a bird of prey would be in the air. In times of war, everyone has to use those with potential.
Ling was fidgeting with his cape. Apparently my room was like a cage to him, and I had yet to say anything about what he had told me.
“And when did I say we would invade Greenhaven?” I asked him quietly. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw him flinch a little. Just a little, not really noticeable. I walked towards him slowly,
“We… presumed that that would be the course of action,” he replied. “So we could plan ahead.”
“There is nothing wrong with planning ahead,” I answered. “But it’s wrong…
“...when you lie about it,” I finished as I grabbed his collar and pinned him against the wall in a split second. XingHong had also sprang up from his position and was now growling threateningly at Ling. He had obviously caught on to the clues as well. “You’re not a good liar,” I observed. It was true. He was good at everything else; just… not good at lying. That was an advantage for me.
Even if the general was nervous before, it was nothing compared to now. He stammered, “Com...Commander. What are you doing?”, while pulling a hand out, then the other, to show that he was innocent.
“I should ask you,” I said, and spun and kicked the knife he was pulling out behind his back with his hand. By this time, XingHong looked ready to have a midnight snack. I held out my free hand out to stop him from doing so, while still maintaining my hold on Ling.
“I have some questions to ask General Ling,” I told XingHong. Then I nodded slowly in sudden realization. “I’m presuming that’s not your real identity. You are a Greencloak.” I put no question in my statement.
“I’m not,” he replied, scowling, as if I had just accused him of killing the entire army singlehandedly, but XingHong growled in warning. “No lying,” I warned him, “or I might not be able to stop him from eating you up.”
He stopped struggling a little, and admitted reluctantly, “Fine, I’m a Greencloak. But how…?”
“Your personality is deceiving,” I told him, locking eyes with him. His eyes showed no fear at all. Apparently all that he showed before was just a timid act. “But your act is not. Your history is vague, you came in too quietly, and even the time you came in is too obvious. This was no urgent matter; you could have easily waited until the next morning to discuss this with the other generals in a council. Besides, you should not have known we were here,” I added, looking around the training room. “You would have presumed that we were in our room, and gone there instead.”
He nodded slowly, even smiling a little. “I see why you’re the army’s commander now.”
I refused to let him go. “Don’t try flattery on me, General. You’re a Greencloak spy in our army. I presume you came here to get information on what we will do, and then eliminate the Army all together, or to just kill me.” I added, “Don’t deny it.”
He smirked. “I wasn’t planning to deny it. It was orders.”
“Good.” I still held him there.
He turned more serious. “Are you going to kill me?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. “Tell me what you were here for, and what your actual name is.”
He sighed. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.” He smirked again, and joked, “Actually, it would hurt if I didn’t tell you.” If he was expecting a reaction of some kind from me, he got none, so he continued:
“In fact, Ling is my surname, but I would prefer not to tell you my actual name. I don’t even tell the Greencloaks.”
He stopped. I gestured with my other hand. “And?”
So he continued, choosing his words carefully and slowly. “Concisely, the Greencloaks thought that this army would quickly pose a threat to them again. You see, after the prior two invasions, they weren’t sure which groups were allies to them and which were enemies for them. Therefore one of my commanders told me to come here and be part of the army, and then report back to them. If I were to find out anything that could be threatening, I was to either report it, or to directly and quickly eliminate it. I found from observation that this army was not threatening at the moment, but it could as well be. Because of one reason.” He smiled, looking at me directly. “You.”
“Me…?” I asked quietly, though somewhat startled that he would say that.
“Yes,” he replied. “There are few I have seen in my lifetime, I believe, who are as able as you. As Olvan would say, it was a pity you never joined the Greencloaks.”
I glared at him. “Pity or not, I didn’t make that choice.”
He looked confused now. “You didn’t?”
“No,” I replied bluntly. “I never received the Nectar of Ninani.” He opened his mouth to try to speak, but I interrupted him. “No, I did not join the Conquerors, or receive the Bile.”
He looked astonished. “Then… how?”
“I don’t know,” I said, releasing him. He obviously didn’t expect to be let go, but caught himself.
I nodded at him in recognition. “Your spirit animal is a bird?”
He had to look surprised again, then he nodded back. “An owl.” He successfully pulled back the cape from his chest, then pointed at it. “She usually likes being out at night, but I wouldn’t let her this time.”
I frowned at him, though he obviously couldn’t see it through my mask. He was getting too relaxed with me. “Don’t get comfortable here. You better hope your owl will lend you night vision, because you’re going to need it.” I pointed at the door. “Go back to Greenhaven. Tell your superiors what I said, and also inform them not to try anything of the sort again, because next time I won’t be so merciful.” I added threateningly, “That’s a promise.”
He paused, as if he had a lot more to say. But then he nodded, and bowed, the Zhongenese way of expressing gratitude. “Thank you.”
“There is nothing to thank me for,” I told him, and that was the truth. Honestly I would have enjoyed keeping him there for a few more moments to talk, but I gestured at the door again. He nodded and swiftly started out, but he paused, looking back at me, as if there was one more thing he wanted to say. I wanted to let him say it, but I knew I could not do that. One day we could be enemies, on opposite sides of the battlefield, and such thoughts would become the death of me.
“No lingering,” I ordered sternly, and he nodded again. Then he was gone, as sudden as an owl darting into the trees in the darkest of nights.
Tell me what I need to revise? Anyways, I'm off to bed.
And I thought of a way we might get to contact through email...
Maybe make a Google email that is our username on here, without the underscores? idk if that is against the rules, but technically it would be staying on this website, I really dk. I don't want to get banned either.