Tsu

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Civilian

"Resistance is futile."
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FULL NAME:
→ Tsu. [蘇] (Retainers do not possess surnames.)

AGE:
→ Unknown.

SEX:
→ Male.

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Laoyin, Xing.

RACE:
→ Xingese.

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ Unknown.

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HEIGHT:
→ 6' 1" ft.

WEIGHT:
→ 201 ilbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Forms, that's all it ever were. The form Tsu takes is an intimidating figure, lean shoulders, a visage of deathly glare, orbs of red glowing behind what masks what is not there. A helmet of antiquated make presents itself to hold the mask into place. Fixed. Hiding the figure, obscuring whatever lay underneath the armor of what has brought misery.

Adorned with plates of red, thick, crimson lameller shoulder pauldrons, gauntlets of plate, alike to the breast plate itself. Armored from all sides thickly, yet flexible with reach. Hardness encompassed. Inside the torso a mass of titanium presents, with a slit inscribed with the seal which entraps the soul into place in the very middle inside of such a mass. Making the weight and the durability which presents to be able to absorb such shock. A making of fine build only reserved for the finest of armory.

A loose pants is worn as it has a skeleton etched underneath of sorts, as the rest of the body does. A skeleton which makes the limbs, the head, and makes both, inwards and outwards motion being controlled. One of the outer shell and one of the inner skeleton. The walk is reserved, restrained and conserving. Mannerism being precise and dexterous, as if what was wanted was always on Tsu's mind. Whatever lingers underneath such armor is not a human in nature, only in the previous guise.

Going with the theme of red, black and gold, with a sash holding unto the scabbard and whatever weapons are needed to be held. Among many other weapons concealed inside the armor when spaced out. Many expandable slits presented in the entirity of form, which does not exactly contradict integrity. (Consult Death's hand appearance from Jade Empire for an exact idea on how the entirety looks.)

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PERSONALITY:
→ A darkness that lingers in the heart which yearns for the sweet freedom of no longer being chained. From the beginning and to the present, there was always a chain of some sort that weighed Tsu down. Always. Relationships to servitude. They were all the same. Merely a burden unwanted. For all the power achieved, it is pulled back. Like a bloodhound held and commanded only by the threats of death and force, not to mention a good dosage of honor. An abstract sense of honor.

Ruthless and determinable, like the bloodhound Tsu is, there is pursuing. There is to complete and accomplish. Failure earns destruction, and destruction is the biggest chain of them all. To forever imprison in a state of inability as to do. In the end, Tsu's life was marked by a want for freedom, not stopping to whatever means to earning it from this slavery. Seeing a link everywhere. Something that holds back. From friendship to enemies, when all are taken into account, they restrain and influence decisions.

A despised thing, that Tsu has grown to loathe. Always hated. A fire that kindles in the heart, a poison that lingers and spreads. Hateful of circumstances, resenting such standings that were thrust into place. The inability to do. The most hated of it all. If it takes destruction to undo what order has restrained, then so be it.

But Tsu is not one without patience, and not one without a penchant for theatrics. It should be no surprise there is no barbarism, in fact, there are trivial fascinations held at heart. But being one that dwells in the darkness, as an assassin should, dishonorable, these things are kept secret typically except in confidence. And when one is in confidence, it means hatred follows, for inadvertently, that just caused ANOTHER CHAIN.

But despite such conditions of being nothing more than a dog, leashed, there is reasons for being proud. Being an inheritor of a long extinct martial arts that is endangered given Tsu is the last practitioner, and having a record for fine service to the Emperor before Ace, having ruthlessly completed goals. Tsu is not one to let such appraisal of one's self go. And being a soldier of metallic durability is another thing to insinuate superiority that is felt often.

LOVE:
→ Old style Xingese clothing, bento (if it could've been eaten), the armor which makes the body, freedom, books, oil to help make flexibility.

HATE:
→ Rust, servitude, the White Witch, ducks, tombs, weaklings, more ducks.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Not really a secret as much as it is just not something mentioned. Tsu is trapped in armor, soul binding into place in a "core" of sorts, yet the original and true body is kept in stasis. Preserved in it's original state when first soul transference occurred.

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HISTORY:
→ A time existed before the rule of Ace's domain as Emperor of Xing. A tyrant ruled over Xing, commanding a legion of Imperial Guards. All gathered from the clans that serve, and each respective clan gathered them from the villages to train and drill them. To be trained and to serve the Emperor without fail. That was their objective, and that was the greatest honor around to be had to the lowly commoners that were brought to serve. Nobility were forbidden due to their connections as such.

Ranked and filed into their own divisions, they all followed as an entourage, after a training of martial arts, stealth, and bodybuilding. All archaic to some standard, yet they have done their roles well. Tsu was such an Imperial Guard, from teenage years to adulthood the Emperor was served. Spanning from the great deserts to the interior of Xing itself, great raids commenced on the Ishvallans that were there. Creating monsters like never before.

Yet it was the honor of serving the Emperor, representing the best of the people, and upholding the codes of ethics as being the best of all, was taught. Yet there was nothing like that seen, which spread the seeds of dissidence and disgust. Everything he does was a wasteful vice. Useless. Nothing but personal destruction which doesn't benefit much of the nation. He was no utilitarian, not the ultimate, but a weakling. This was the first time the idea of disgust, the idea of being enslaved to a weaker being occurred to Tsu. Something loathed and begun to linger inside, and fester to a hate.

It was not a result of altruism, but merely selfish want for something worthy. Such raids did nothing but antagonize, and when ordered, Tsu obeys. Slaying many of those that objected to the Emperor's dabbling of his private raids to having his way with the women. And one such woman was made a monster. Whom shall be known as the White Witch. Another was the mother of an eponymous Ishvallan girl that would later become prominent elsewhere.

Yet that was not the story. It was the descent into the Emperor's own fascination with his guards. They were flexible, robust and capable fighters, warding off Ishvallans wielding firearms to Ishvallan priests, and eliminating them without a moment of hesitation. They were worthy to him, worthy to be his immortal legion. Texts existed of means to vest an individual into a durable machine of death and destruction.

One of whom chosen for dedication and loyalty, was Tsu, ironically. Shedding the old body as it was stored into preserving Alkahestric capsules, sealed. The new form was powerful. Without a face. Emotionless and cold to gaze at. Strong and robust. Immortal yet lacked the warmth a real body had. Lacked the feelings of a real body. Nothing more than a puppet. Secret was the location of the body kept, and further the service of Tsu went on.

From pacification of Imperial enemies, to the battles lengthy and deadly with the White Witch. They fought. It was a battle after battle fixing the mistakes of the Emperor. Fixing the mess HE created. Something he does not do much effort to fix as a whole but just temporarily quell it with the Imperial Guards. A foolish thing. How was this glorious Empire to stand if self-destructive vices were undertaken?

Yet came a salvation unseen. Unheard. Sudden and swift. The deaths of the Emperor crowned one newly -- Ace. A man whom set Tsu free. Free from the chains that long held down any idea of freedom. To finally leave. That a resignation with merely deserting means was needed. Strong of heart, there was a leave undertaken. Walking away from the palace. Not seen to serve a different chain, as it would restrain. Ace did not seem worthy, seemed too weak to serve. Meek in fact.

And so the Imperial Guard leaves to a long journey past the nomads. From a roundabout, learning. Clad in the armor of black. Looking for the body. Whispers of it entombed with the dead Emperor waned, but his body was buried where none may find it. None like Tsu can. An arduous journey that the dispelling of the soul seal would entrap into the capsule perhaps for a length of an eternity.

That mustn't happen. That WILL not happen. It is the worst imagined imprisonment closest to death ever. A path of treachery existed, one that needed clarity of the mind. With nothing to lose. With freedom gained. That two feet walked upon not for anyone else but one's self. It was something contenting... yet a few existed to trouble such a feeling. The White Witch herself and the birth village of Tsu.

Symbolism they may be, they mattered a lot to Tsu, trekking along to find the village, and slay every living inhabitant. Every martial artist that fought the same. Slaying them, all those that used the Art of the Killing Fist. Setting the surrounding on fire, in a circle that burnt inwards through the crops. And through the fire came Tsu, until all inhabitants were killed. But a rubble crushed Tsu's leg, unable to wrench it free... it would seem as if the time came close to the end of the inhabiting of this body.. into a fate of worse imprisonment.

Yet came the great savior, one whom was so loathed, so hated to no ends, and had wrestled Tsu free. With his cheery and calm voice, he would say that one is owed to him. The worst thing had happened. To be saved from the death only to land from one chain to another... which is no greater than slavery itself! But to kill him simply means that one has sunk into the lengths of depravity, and to become no better than the animals themselves.

Though abstract the honor is, at least there were some to follow through, that which is to serve the Hua family. It was at first something steady. They have understood Tsu's condition, at least an unspoken thing with the elderly. The rest merely are put into deception of Tsu being extremely disfigured, and shy of appearing in true form.

Not the way Tsu would have it, but it happened anyways. Tended to with Alkahestry, really simple to merely reconstruct what was fractured.

Assigned to a child as trainer. Brittle. Weak. A thrall commanded by another. Someone alike. Peizhi Hua being the incarnation of family guidance, which made pity come out. But that's just another chain dangling. Peizhi's was that of the chain of weakness, and the chain of mastery.

To Tsu, Peizhi ultimately, was pitied that Tsu had taken to it to teach her means to equalize and make strong. Martial arts of holding back, as instructed by the father of hers. Not to kill, but to knock out. Not to destroy, but merely to stop. In essence, the fist of life itself. Ironic the practitioner of the Fist of Death chosen to teach something so opposite, absolutely against ideals held... but until the chains come off, there won't ever be an opportunity to be free truly.

It was a mixed feeling intermingled with the conviction of wanting to fly free as a bird, with that of a hidden care best not expressed as it is a weakness. Emotions are weaknesses. Emotions chain and enslave, restrain and weaken strikes. As a martial artist of the Killing Fist, it weakens the strikes, and compels the soul to lessen in the fires of spirit.

Yet days went by with passion instilled in every movements stroked masterfully, she choreographed it well, taught as an imitation of the Imperial Instructors, that it stuck through.

That days passed by until her maturity, Tsu was there. A servant. Loyal as honor demands it, yet hateful as mantra compels it, and conflicted as the time makes it.

A weakling... that must be sculpted into something that DESERVES to command Tsu. Unlike the late Emperor that was slave to his own vices. Whom was weak. That this one best be strong.

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TRIVIA:
→ Is the last practitioner of the Killing Fist and has knowledge of the Iron Fist.
→ Tsu speaks old style traditional Xingese that is understood by Xingese speakers, but considered formal.
→ Has soul bind in an armor.
→ Would be considered well with old style weapons such as swords, spears and Cho Ku Nu.
→ Serves the Hua family, specifically Peizhi.

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ALIAS:
→ Nikolaus.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ *Breathes in* Niko, Oliver Blingworthy, Marynia, Simmons, Vasco. *Breathes out*

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Fifth time I went to the toilet this day. Awesome eh?

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Jade Empire[/b]/[i]Death's Hand[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Jade Fist.

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[Dai]

A P P R O V E D

I like. We may have to end up making a group for soul-bound armor, or maybe limit the number. XD