Name: Ykesha
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Physical Description: How does your character look? Height? Weight? Eye color? Hair color? Interesting features? How do they move? How do they dress? So on an so forth.
A lithe individual, Ykesha doesn't have a large amount of visible muscle mass or body fat. Easily mistakable for a boy her same age. Her dark, though sun-bleached hair is kept short so as it interfere as little as possible in fighting, and her eyes hold an intensity someone her age should not have. Her already olive skin has been heavily tanned from her exposure to the sun for years on end. Along the right side of her ribs and most of her back are a bevy of scars, rips and tears like those of an animal that have since healed, but not disappeared from her body.
Physically, she is not of imposing stature or build, but her movements are precise, and no energy is wasted in them, gifting her a somewhat unearthly grace and something of a dangerous air.
Her clothing is minimal, a flowing tunic she wears for the world, and her bandage-wrapped chest for when she takes the tunic off for Combat. Her pants are loose in the leg, but fit her well, and shoes are something she may not like, but she does have a pair of sandals she can wear should the terrain demand it in the pack slung across her shoulder.
Philosophy:
"Knowledge grants ability, knowledge is gained through time, youth gives the time needed to be granted all the ability of the world I require."
Personality: Ykesha is a warm, if stand-offish figure. She has a desire for company, of course, but it is largely overshadowed by her competitiveness and ambition and that is something that drives people away quite easily. She's taken to a lone existence for the time being until she has Mastered all of the Legendary Styles.
She refuses to shy from a fight, often times to the point of looking for/instigating one to prove herself in. Hot-blooded and over-confident to a fault, she is certain of her abilities and wishes to grow them by any means necessary.
Elements: Personality and Elements are intrinsically linked. Your Elements define who you are, and vice versa. You have 6 points to spend, and all Elements start at 0.
Air: 2
Earth:0
Fire:2
Water:2
Balance: 3
Specialties:
Strategy (Air+Water)
Meditation(Fire+Water)
Armor: 0
Ykesha wears a chest of bandages and her pants in Combat, she believes herself to need nothing else, armor does not but slow the wearer down and potentially harm them.
Weapon:
Estoc(Straight Sword)
Large Sheath Knife(sidearm)
Styles:
Initiate: Thousand Raindrops (Straight Sword) - Air + Fire.
In the storm even the gnat is struck.
Initiate: Opponents cannot use Air to defend.
Student: Opponents cannot use Fire to defend.
Master: Opponents cannot use Earth or Water to defend.
Initiate: Meteor Dance (Straight Sword or Spear) - Air + Fire
When all around you is destruction you must find your sanctuary in places unseen.
Initiate: Add attacker's Armour value to defence rolls.
Student: Attackers may not use their Earth score.
Master: Add Air to Armour score.
History: Ykesha was too young to know where she came from exactly, only where she ended up and how it happened. Traveling with family, their ship was hit by a sudden, violent storm. Their relatively small vessel was torn asunder and Ykesha was thrown into the sea, left to fend for herself in the waves and the creatures of the deep as they came to devour her. Somehow, through a mix of her will and luck, she was thrown on the beach of an island to die, her back and side ripped apart and bleeding. Help came however and she was taken in by a young man. Her wounds were tended to and she was nursed back to health. This was when she met her Master, Yhas, a Student of Thousand Raindrops.
The next decade was spent learning what he himself had been taught by the Legendary Masters that occupied the island. Few were accepted into either Master's schools, much less both, as each despised the other with a passion, but a few were allowed, Ykesha and Yhas, father and daughter, as both proved to be exceptional combatants that the Masters were willing to overlook the disgust of the other's Legendary style. The Origins that governed the island were long thought to have either ascended once again or died in some titanic clash that resulted in their two respective Legendary Styles homes being clamped together by some earthshaking catastrophe.
This joyous existence was not to last however. Peace cannot be kept indefinitely, and the simmering feud that had been festering for decades finally broke out and sides were forced to be chosen. Though chosen may be an overly generous descriptor. Taken from their home by Students of both Styles, they were forced into war, the Meteor Dance Master hoping for Yhas specifically, the Thousand Raindrops Master hoping for Ykesha. Both were disappointed.
The next few weeks are largely considered her most traumatic. She still bore the scars of the Sea, of course, but they had healed, this was not what she had expected when she learned of the Legendary Styles. Forced into battle in what she had considered home for the longest time, she came across an armored practitioner of Thousand Raindrops, herself masked and covered in a cloth uniform of sorts. Fighting against one another, she eventually came out ahead as the one in armor was surprised through slicing off her mask and discovering the one beneath to be Ykesha. Taking her chance, she removed the helmet after a plea and grasping of her leg to discover her adoptive Father. She stayed by his side for the rest of the climactic battle as both Masters took to the field and clashed, her actions and those that forced her into the position she was now in crashing down on her.
When it was complete, both Masters lay dead, their age, wounds, and disregard for the Rules of Combat in their hate of one another, relinquishing them of their rights by the Origins awakening to the joined island. The majority of houses destroyed and both Styles decimated, Ykesha gathered her things and left the island, certain that the Legendary Styles could never exist in harmony without one Master to draw a direct line to and refusing to let more Students of any Style be forced into Combat, and the bystanders to be caught up in pointless feuds again.
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Physical Description: How does your character look? Height? Weight? Eye color? Hair color? Interesting features? How do they move? How do they dress? So on an so forth.
A lithe individual, Ykesha doesn't have a large amount of visible muscle mass or body fat. Easily mistakable for a boy her same age. Her dark, though sun-bleached hair is kept short so as it interfere as little as possible in fighting, and her eyes hold an intensity someone her age should not have. Her already olive skin has been heavily tanned from her exposure to the sun for years on end. Along the right side of her ribs and most of her back are a bevy of scars, rips and tears like those of an animal that have since healed, but not disappeared from her body.
Physically, she is not of imposing stature or build, but her movements are precise, and no energy is wasted in them, gifting her a somewhat unearthly grace and something of a dangerous air.
Her clothing is minimal, a flowing tunic she wears for the world, and her bandage-wrapped chest for when she takes the tunic off for Combat. Her pants are loose in the leg, but fit her well, and shoes are something she may not like, but she does have a pair of sandals she can wear should the terrain demand it in the pack slung across her shoulder.
Philosophy:
"Knowledge grants ability, knowledge is gained through time, youth gives the time needed to be granted all the ability of the world I require."
Personality: Ykesha is a warm, if stand-offish figure. She has a desire for company, of course, but it is largely overshadowed by her competitiveness and ambition and that is something that drives people away quite easily. She's taken to a lone existence for the time being until she has Mastered all of the Legendary Styles.
She refuses to shy from a fight, often times to the point of looking for/instigating one to prove herself in. Hot-blooded and over-confident to a fault, she is certain of her abilities and wishes to grow them by any means necessary.
Elements: Personality and Elements are intrinsically linked. Your Elements define who you are, and vice versa. You have 6 points to spend, and all Elements start at 0.
Air: 2
Earth:0
Fire:2
Water:2
Balance: 3
Specialties:
Strategy (Air+Water)
Meditation(Fire+Water)
Armor: 0
Ykesha wears a chest of bandages and her pants in Combat, she believes herself to need nothing else, armor does not but slow the wearer down and potentially harm them.
Weapon:
Estoc(Straight Sword)
Large Sheath Knife(sidearm)
Styles:
Initiate: Thousand Raindrops (Straight Sword) - Air + Fire.
In the storm even the gnat is struck.
Initiate: Opponents cannot use Air to defend.
Student: Opponents cannot use Fire to defend.
Master: Opponents cannot use Earth or Water to defend.
Initiate: Meteor Dance (Straight Sword or Spear) - Air + Fire
When all around you is destruction you must find your sanctuary in places unseen.
Initiate: Add attacker's Armour value to defence rolls.
Student: Attackers may not use their Earth score.
Master: Add Air to Armour score.
History: Ykesha was too young to know where she came from exactly, only where she ended up and how it happened. Traveling with family, their ship was hit by a sudden, violent storm. Their relatively small vessel was torn asunder and Ykesha was thrown into the sea, left to fend for herself in the waves and the creatures of the deep as they came to devour her. Somehow, through a mix of her will and luck, she was thrown on the beach of an island to die, her back and side ripped apart and bleeding. Help came however and she was taken in by a young man. Her wounds were tended to and she was nursed back to health. This was when she met her Master, Yhas, a Student of Thousand Raindrops.
The next decade was spent learning what he himself had been taught by the Legendary Masters that occupied the island. Few were accepted into either Master's schools, much less both, as each despised the other with a passion, but a few were allowed, Ykesha and Yhas, father and daughter, as both proved to be exceptional combatants that the Masters were willing to overlook the disgust of the other's Legendary style. The Origins that governed the island were long thought to have either ascended once again or died in some titanic clash that resulted in their two respective Legendary Styles homes being clamped together by some earthshaking catastrophe.
This joyous existence was not to last however. Peace cannot be kept indefinitely, and the simmering feud that had been festering for decades finally broke out and sides were forced to be chosen. Though chosen may be an overly generous descriptor. Taken from their home by Students of both Styles, they were forced into war, the Meteor Dance Master hoping for Yhas specifically, the Thousand Raindrops Master hoping for Ykesha. Both were disappointed.
The next few weeks are largely considered her most traumatic. She still bore the scars of the Sea, of course, but they had healed, this was not what she had expected when she learned of the Legendary Styles. Forced into battle in what she had considered home for the longest time, she came across an armored practitioner of Thousand Raindrops, herself masked and covered in a cloth uniform of sorts. Fighting against one another, she eventually came out ahead as the one in armor was surprised through slicing off her mask and discovering the one beneath to be Ykesha. Taking her chance, she removed the helmet after a plea and grasping of her leg to discover her adoptive Father. She stayed by his side for the rest of the climactic battle as both Masters took to the field and clashed, her actions and those that forced her into the position she was now in crashing down on her.
When it was complete, both Masters lay dead, their age, wounds, and disregard for the Rules of Combat in their hate of one another, relinquishing them of their rights by the Origins awakening to the joined island. The majority of houses destroyed and both Styles decimated, Ykesha gathered her things and left the island, certain that the Legendary Styles could never exist in harmony without one Master to draw a direct line to and refusing to let more Students of any Style be forced into Combat, and the bystanders to be caught up in pointless feuds again.