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alittlespicy) wrote2020-11-01 02:11 am
alittlespicy) wrote2020-11-01 02:11 am
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PLAYER
Name: Kiki
Over 18?: Yes
Contact:![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Current Characters: N/A
Reserve: here.
CHARACTER
Name: Lan Wangji
Journal:alittlespicy
Age: True age around 35-36 (estimate); he looks in his early 20s.
Canon: Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / The Founder of Diabolism
Canon Point: Post canon and the extras
Character Reference/History: His Wiki is on the thorough side.
Personality: Canon character
Powers/Abilities: Again wiki link. His powers are not god tier but he is one of the most powerful cultivators of his generation. For the Songs that affect the living and undead, I will have a permission post.
Inventory:
White, cloud-patterned robes (about 5 layers of them)
White, cloud-patterned forehead ribbon
White boots (and probably white socks)
His sword Bichen
His guqin (seven-stringed zither) Wangji
A pouch of alchemical medicines and medicinal herbs
A frilly girly pouch with gold/silver/copper
SAMPLES
Writing Sample #1:
Wangji twirled into the next motion of the practice he had known almost as long as he could remember. First, he had watched his elder brother learn it, and uncle and other seniors and disciples practice it; then, he had become old enough to practice it himself.
How well he knew it did not matter. Each time he practiced, his skill improved - by now, only a little - and so did his cultivation, and that was one of his goals. Along with being righteous, as his sect ordered, and being kind, as the people he loved most in his life - his elder brother, his husband, his son - taught him. Because he needed to be strong - not to take from anyone, but to protect his troubles-prone husband. The worst of the storm was over now, he knew, but old enmities died hard, and there would always be people whose opinions differed. Those opinions were not good, but people had the right to them.
Slash, dodge, spin, stab, slash. His golden core glowed brighter with the increased generation and use of spiritual energy within him. Each motion precisely controlled, perfect - nothing less would do.
He completed the sequence, and started the next one, not even winded. He was going to go into the one after that when a familiar, sun-filled voice called out to him, dark sleeves fluttering a little as he waved energetically. Wangji put away his sword, looking up with an expression that still felt very strange, lips curled up and the corners of his mouth tight. As Wei Ying launched himself at him, Wangji caught him, careful and gent, answering the nearly demanded kiss, deep and long.
"Wei Ying."
"Lan Zhan!"
Simple, his name, which he had heard pronounced so many different ways. And now, each way made him happy.
"Done here. Want to practice music?"
Whatever the answer was, Wangji was already leading them away, to light and calm and sometimes noisy. He could withstand the gaping holes in his desired solitude, for this man to be happy. For Wangji... that was enough, and would aways be.
Writing Sample #2: texiting/tfln thread.
Name: Kiki
Over 18?: Yes
Contact:
Current Characters: N/A
Reserve: here.
CHARACTER
Name: Lan Wangji
Journal:
alittlespicyAge: True age around 35-36 (estimate); he looks in his early 20s.
Canon: Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / The Founder of Diabolism
Canon Point: Post canon and the extras
Character Reference/History: His Wiki is on the thorough side.
Personality: Canon character
Powers/Abilities: Again wiki link. His powers are not god tier but he is one of the most powerful cultivators of his generation. For the Songs that affect the living and undead, I will have a permission post.
Inventory:
White, cloud-patterned robes (about 5 layers of them)
White, cloud-patterned forehead ribbon
White boots (and probably white socks)
His sword Bichen
His guqin (seven-stringed zither) Wangji
A pouch of alchemical medicines and medicinal herbs
A frilly girly pouch with gold/silver/copper
SAMPLES
Writing Sample #1:
Wangji twirled into the next motion of the practice he had known almost as long as he could remember. First, he had watched his elder brother learn it, and uncle and other seniors and disciples practice it; then, he had become old enough to practice it himself.
How well he knew it did not matter. Each time he practiced, his skill improved - by now, only a little - and so did his cultivation, and that was one of his goals. Along with being righteous, as his sect ordered, and being kind, as the people he loved most in his life - his elder brother, his husband, his son - taught him. Because he needed to be strong - not to take from anyone, but to protect his troubles-prone husband. The worst of the storm was over now, he knew, but old enmities died hard, and there would always be people whose opinions differed. Those opinions were not good, but people had the right to them.
Slash, dodge, spin, stab, slash. His golden core glowed brighter with the increased generation and use of spiritual energy within him. Each motion precisely controlled, perfect - nothing less would do.
He completed the sequence, and started the next one, not even winded. He was going to go into the one after that when a familiar, sun-filled voice called out to him, dark sleeves fluttering a little as he waved energetically. Wangji put away his sword, looking up with an expression that still felt very strange, lips curled up and the corners of his mouth tight. As Wei Ying launched himself at him, Wangji caught him, careful and gent, answering the nearly demanded kiss, deep and long.
"Wei Ying."
"Lan Zhan!"
Simple, his name, which he had heard pronounced so many different ways. And now, each way made him happy.
"Done here. Want to practice music?"
Whatever the answer was, Wangji was already leading them away, to light and calm and sometimes noisy. He could withstand the gaping holes in his desired solitude, for this man to be happy. For Wangji... that was enough, and would aways be.
Writing Sample #2: texiting/tfln thread.
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