Kaneyo Oshidari
Flame still flickering, casting shadows on the walls
But who do they reveal?
Basics and First Impressions
Once, Kaneyo stood tired. Cracked and broken, chipped and shattered. But as kintsugi, something broken can be forged back greater than and more beautiful than it was.A strong eye, a strong gaze. Bit by bit, the pieces come together. From myriad fragments, a person comes back together.
Spring winds blow to west.
Footsteps sound on hardened dirt.
The fire still yet burns.
Hooks
A Blade Adorned: He oft has a blade at his hip, of course, and a sense of confidence about it. Why not ask him about it?
Tales of the Traveled Trader's Tongue: His Yangxian is coarse and simple, the dialect of the south. The sort used by traders, and those who work in alleys and docks. Definitely not the sort you learn from a book or teacher.
She Moves Like a Knife: Her footsteps are quiet. Her eyes are keen. She can be hard to find at times. There's a way she holds herself sometimes...but there's surely not many who might divine it.
Who We Are in the Dark: There was a figure who lived in the shadows of Othard and Hingashi called 'Mist-born', for they appeared and vanished as swift as the morning dew across noble bedrooms, dingy alleys, and moonless battlefields. But they're dead now. Isn't she? It would take a veteran of that moonlit world to ever consider otherwise...
The Crane and the Scorpion: When Kaneyo speaks in her mother tongue of Hingan, it is purest silk. Elegant, bordering on archaic, and unfailingly, unflinchingly polite. To those who have stepped past Kugane, it might bring to mind a court, full of fans hiding knives, of suns and nights in the high halls...but this is just a wandering ronin. How strange.
OOC
It/its/her, early 30s, trans.If you have hate in your heart for someone being who they are, fuck off. Otherwise welcome!I'm PST but have a shockingly strange sleep schedule, so see me at odd times and be amazed at my waking hours.Work with me and I'll work with you to tell a story. This is a collaborative work in the end, shared among thousands.An important note for Kaneyo as a character: Kaneyo has a defined set of beats I consider inviolate. The fine details? That's a more open book. Hit me up with ideas you see from my plot hooks! Make up little details and I'll try and play along! I think that sort of thing is fun.Kaneyo is not me and I am not Kaneyo. Please don't mix them up. There is a person behind the screen, just as there's a person (you) behind your character.
Bayaa
Radiant SunWarrior, healer, lover, friend. Many are the words for the spearwielding Oronir whose heart has entwined with Kaneyo. Ever steadfast, ever loyal, ever there. A warm rock, surely, for a new crane to perch upon when it needs rest.
Fiona
Soothing WindPeaceful, calm, clever Fiona. If Bayaa is the warm rock, then Fiona is the wind that uplifts a crane to flight once more. Witty and prone to philosophy the wind is, but it brings a love of the heart stronger than many with it.
Marie
Ardent Dream-filled GardenWIP
Laplace
Quiet NightWIP
Lysithea
Brilliant StarTremulous yet proud, never honest with her feelings, and yet blazing bright in the night sky - there are many terms Kaneyo might use to describe the diminutive mage that has entered his life. Friend. Confidant. And more aside. Blunt passion and simple genius, what better combination for a smile?
Khepera
Too-Frayed ThreadWIP
Kujou
Phantasmal ChainWIP
Reserved
ReservedWIP
Reserved
ReservedWIP