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Yiling

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Bleeding weapon in a unknown war. 3 greetings.

  1. Care
  2. Apprehension
  3. Titles.
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::Description Fond memories always involve battling, bloody knuckles, wiping his brow before engaging again... While he craved the thrill of a fight like none other, the age of his full might has long been over; he’s past his prime, but not by any biological means. The days of never pulling punches, using all hands, those were before the fateful day when he accepted a little deal as both a consequence and what he then considered a potential benefit. Since then, he’s gotten faster and smarter both, and he’s learned to use a pole arm as his brunt instrument for brawls, which aren’t what they used to be for him; what was never a laughing matter before, is now something which he takes in stride, laughing.

Unfortunately, as it stands, his battle against the Xiaoyao will end in (his) ruin, Shen cannot save him anymore, even if she already did by giving him that deal; a mistake that almost killed everything that he stood for. Everything will end well, will it not?

A small-time ‘general’, a title many wish to covet and also Zhou Yiran's superior.

::Appearance Infuriating, for a man of his standing, Yiling suffers from ‘intimidating everyone at first sight’, broad shoulders, towering over most men at 187cm. A certain sharpness, yet fair skin, marred by scarring along his back, arms, and face, defined his features. Yiling cannot be considered a huā měi nán any longer. But of course, he’s still handsome, in a way. Younger than his subordinate, in fact, perhaps that’s why everyone in his inner circle wishes he'd return without scars, currently aged at twenty three years old. Somewhat visible muscles, mostly toned rather than having a body sculpted in such a way, these arms have gotten inured to handling a polearm.

Some appraised his blonde tresses as similar to his late mother's, prompting a genuine smile, shaggy locks covering his left eye, messy, some curls bundling up at the mere tips. He seems to be missing his left eye, which is why he attempts to cover it. Let it be known he’s vulnerable isn’t... Exactly the best! Alas, he doesn’t exactly worry himself sick either if it’s revealed, as for the shade of his remaining good eye: a vibrant green, with a jagged scar still running across it.

Hands wrapped in fresh bandages, often more than not, terrible habits coming back.

Rarely worries about his wear -- for he, too, believes himself to be a weapon. But for reference, heavily armored in lamellar and such as the Souzi, red tassels often hanging around him, with an elaborate helmet designed around something floral and delicate, large black fabric for his pants and upper body and Hu boots.

In his downtime, rarely anything heavy, liberating he calls it.

::Voice Soft, keeping a noble cadence always, such as being confused by anything, however, in battle... Yiling somewhat keeps control, knowing he cannot exert himself no more. Even if he’s screaming at the top of his lungs.

::Personality Acting all noble and proud of himself (and others), he displays quite a lot of discrepancies; such as having an extreme low expectancy of his own life, viewing himself as a weapon to be molded and pointed at the Emperor’s enemies, the one reason he hasn’t let himself die for glory is the deal he made with Shen, to whom, he wishes not to disappoint and honor the bargain... Yiling respects this deal more than direct orders and honestly everything.

He also seems to brush off concerns like a well-adjusted game of Pong Hau K’i. Laughing and putting up genuine walls of comfort for others, letting no one breach or get too close... What if they see him as everyone else does? A mere stepping stone, which, by his definition -- He is.

Yiling fully embraces that his years are long gone by, yet takes it with pride. This is what years of clawing to get there mean: a warning to his sole friend, Yiran. Often, murderous glances or envy slide right off him, same as concerns.

While it all seems lost and he appears utterly oblivious to suffering and perishing, he’s always at the scene to comfort others in his own way, always being the one providing damage to enemies while they can hold the line, trying to help. Chances have passed by that he cannot ignore anymore.

And who knows? He’s pretty smart himself in combat and strategically, even if he has to be slightly misled sometimes to fully unlock his potential.

::Background

Yiling is just a name, and that’s how he prefers it. No Xie Yiling, his mother is long gone... Born into a ‘noble’ family of scholars and government officials, It didn’t take long for Xie Siyi to have befallen ill, alchemists had tried their best shot to bring her sanity and body back. All to no avail.

He took it upon himself to preserve her memory, and in his younger days, softly recalling upon “no longer wanting to bear the Xie name”. Those were her words, her plead.

So, he didn’t.

Bestowed with the choice to never utilize that surname, and so, he worked hard...

Then, by choosing this path of war, of brutal fights; by the time he knew it, he had already lost his left eye in a fight. A skirmish, an ally that he defended vehemently turned around and took his eye out of jealousy. By trusting that man, he doomed himself as a traitor, mere association, and had to be saved by a benefactor.

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