"No, this one doesn't speak your language, friend," Sessamaru spoke, his fluid accent in english was musical, as if he were singing. His dialect was foreign, for he did not speak any possessive nouns, such as "I, me, my" etc. He stared at the bewildered woman "Hello, young one..." He said, apparently too laidback to speak an explanation. He stared at the other. "No, that he is not," Sessamaru told Kyoshi. He stared at them, his arms crossed beneath his cloak.
Sessamaru lunged from the tree, becoming a radiated black blur. He landed in the center of the new Heroes, as if he appeared from nowhere. A gust of wind, after so many moments, finally pushed through, catching up with his speed. He arose softly from his knee, his hands and arms limp. "Hello..." He said, nodding since no one can see through the darkness of his hood. His figure was completely shrouded in black.
Interesting enough :P Username: Sessamaru Name: Sessamaru Gender: Male Age: Over 7 aeons Your place in the world: Wandering Rogue Ability: Swordplay, magic (Primarily Aeromancy), stealth Dream for the world: For peace and prosperity. Description: (What the pic doesn't mention; Shining green eyes, bone-bleached skin, and snow white hair. And to add, he appears to be 17 years old.) History:After being lost in "The Veil" for seven aeons, he finally finds a plane of existance that he longed for. He is often hiding in shadows, to avoid prejudice, and often times saving people at the last moment. He's a calm, often reassuring, and a loving, caring companion, who often keeps his past to himself. He cares less about himself, and more of others. By the by, I hope you don't mind, I just want to make a timeline for Sessamaru's adventures. And this RP will top it! :P
Tetsuya, weak and now a puppet to his own guilt, randomly wandered in the Moon Village, his face shadowed as his head bowed. He did not weep, he did not make any threatening moves. He was a puppet. No feelings, nothing. He past by, not hearing the remorseful cries, the shouts of vengeance, and many other things. He wandered, and stopped to its center. He stood there, like a God of Guilt and Suffering. He was the very image of every scar that he felt wounded the innocent. He stood there, like a broken automaton.
Ooc: Nor you... Let's go back to the RP. Bic: Tetsuya slowly tried to rise, but fell to his knees. Either he was still weak of blood loss, or he was truly giving up the rest of his life. He chuckled. Both were acceptable reasons. He shook his head. "So many dead... and it was my fault..." He began to weep, tears falling upon the boulder.
Sessamaru chuckled, their language was foreign to him. The Forgotten crouched low, as if he were going to jump, but, as was his past, he began to study them.
Ooc: Any bodily damage? The stronger the technique, the more the sacrifice, you know. (By the by, I have yet to show you my uber technique) '>.>
Ooc: I'm an anime fanatic '>.> It doesn't matter, though, because Hiei injured himself when he used it once. Also... I think that technique should have a downside... But that's just my opinion.
[Light Immortal] Sessamaru stood atop a tree, his black cloak billowing to and fro from the breeze. He stared upon the two women, seeing the notes perfectly well with his keen sight.
Tetsuya, awoke, the smell of burning flesh and wood in his nostrils. He knew he could easily track the assailant, but he was too tired, too weak to even move. He sighed all the more. Why couldn't he save the innocent? Why didn't he just go after the killer? Because, to Tetsuya, he was the killer. He shook his head. Ooc: You do know that Dragon of Darkness Flame also injures the caster, right? '>.>
Tetsuya rested upon the boulder near the river, his eyes scanning the silver water. The moon was full this night. With a mournful sigh, he closed his eyes, pain washing over him. He could never forgive himself, he was emotionally broken. He was also tired. he rested upon the boulder, not caring for anything at the very moment. He just wanted to be forgotten.
Sessamaru had a plan, but kept quiet. He continued to eat, ignoring the rest of them.
lol, sorry, but I always call dibs on wind :P You should know that Sessamaru's main power is wind XD
Name - Sessamaru Age - 17 Gift Bestowed - Aeromancy Personality - Calm, philosophical, and caring. He protects the innocent, crusading for redemption. To him, it is a perpectual search. No end or revelation has struck him. Weapon - 2 enchanted shamshirs: Lumia and Shadowbane, which magically combine to create a wide-bladed masamune named "Godslayer"; A sakabatou named Sakura. History - After his homeworld was destroyed by an astronomical entity, he spent aeons in The Veil, his 17 year old body perfectly preserved as his immortal-state increased in power. But, he is a sickly albino of his now extinct race, and must survive off sentient items, mostly the symbiote and of Shadowbane, the soul-stealing sword that forever thirsts for blood. As he awakened upon a new plane, he must travel alone with his own burdens, protecting the innocent, and being a pacifist unless there is no other way... He never wants to think of such things. Race - Forgotten Appearance - (Light Immortal... How ironic x.x) Forgive me for using/editting this old template.
The drow easily tracked her, as was his race's way. He stared, hiding in the gloom flawlessly. He watched patiently for her to make the next move.
"Elk. This one's favourite meal." He answered, pleased that she likes what he brought. He began to cook the meat gently. "Rare, Medium Rare, or Well Done?" He asked.
Tetsuya shook his head. He could never forgive himself. He continued on, leaving them all behind.
"But would you be capable to stop him?" He asked, even farther away.
Tetsuya shook his head, and turned, continuing his way to the river. He just wanted to be forgotten. As he walked along, he finally said. "If you were in our place... You would be feeling the same way... Regardless."
"You can not change the fact... That I could've killed him there and then... But I let him go. I would prefer you killing me afterwards than letting me live with the responsibility that I should have killed him..." Tetsuya retorted, not allowing Seth to take the blame. Both were new leaders, but one was stronger than the other. One stays true to his clan, while the other one runs. "You're a much better leader than I, Leader of the Shadow Clan..."
