Qin Shi Xun

[Qin Shi Xun]

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CASE FILE: Alkahestrist/ Xingese Militant

"Be humble for you are made of earth. Be noble for you are made of stars."

In the flames we find peace, in the earth we find solace ~ Xun clan Motto "
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FULL NAME:
→ Qin Shi Xun

AGE:
→ 26

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Huai'an

RACE:
→ Xingese

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 04/09/1986

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'10

WEIGHT:
→ 160 Lbs

PICTURE:
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DESCRIPTION:
→ Some people exude an aura of energy, or danger some even smell like life. But vary few people can manage to exude a silent and calm strength. Qin is one of those people and the way he bares him self and conducts him self helps show case this silent power. Truth be told he honestly doesn't need this aura of authority, standing just under six feet tall with a body thats reminiscent of the gun slingers of old. Qin makes a rather rugged first impression, with his odd piercing blue eyes, sun tanned slightly craggy skin, snow white hair and a rather roguish smile on his lips, most people cant help but be reminded of one of the heroes of old.

Clothing is something Qin just doesn't care about and if he had his way he would walk around in blue jeans or slacks and just not bother with shoes or shirts. But sadly the life of a clan leader and emperor is one of pomp and circumstance and his favored mode of dress just wouldn't fly. So on an average day you can find him wearing silks, jewels and other things befitting his station, though if he can manage it he still gos around bare foot.

Qins walks is paced and unhurried, and even when hes forced to move faster then a leisurely walk he still seems relaxed. Though when his normally calm demeanour is shattered for what ever reason this changes and everything he does or says seems hurried and rash though that isn't usually the case. At times like that his normally quiet voice is overlaid with agitation and an unspeakable energy that seems to not only permeate him but everything he interacts with.

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PERSONALITY:

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.~ Qin Shi Xun

Do you remember when you where a kid and you got the cereal with the prize at the bottom? Well if you do you know there are two types of kids in the world, those who flipped the box over and got at the prize right away, and those who ate bowl after bowl of cereal until they finally reached that encoder ring. Qin oddly enough was one who would flip the box over. Hes a man of infinite patience, but if there was a way to limit the time spent waiting he would take it with out a second thought. For time spent waiting on something is time better spent else where.

→ Enlightened: One must feel the ebb and flow of the world to actually live, and to feel this current one must be at peace with who and what you are, as well as know who you are. To achieve this not only must one find their center, but they must also come to understand that everything is connected in one way or another.

→ Militant: To be at peace is to reach transcendence, sadly there are to few transcendent people, and no truly transcendent nations. This being the case, Qin has long known that a strong military and martial force is necessary to help protect what he loves. In fact he has dedicated his life to protecting the things he cares for in any way he can and would gladly sacrifice his own life if in was necessary to save his nation from strife. But anyone can be willing to sacrifice their own life, the true mark of a leader is their ability to make the tough decisions that may result in the death of others.

→ The Dragon:The dragon traditionally symbolize potent and auspicious powers, particularly control over water, rainfall, hurricane, and floods. The dragon is also a symbol of power, strength, and good luck. But whats more it was the symbol of imperial strength and unity, but with the coming of the modern age it was pushed to the way side and forgotten, but thankfully not lost. Qin is a man of potent and almost uncontrolled power and as such has taken the "Long" or the dragon as his own personal symbol for it represents all things that make him unique. He is a unpredictable and chaotic at times, at others hes mellow and mild mannered. Hes both a warrior and a poet, a city man and a man of nature. Hes split between two worlds, and in that split he finds his power and niche in creation.

→ Spiritualist: Every living thing, no matter how big or how small has a spark of divinity ready to be fanned into a glorious blaze. One just has to be willing to strive for it. Qin sees the gods that reside in everyone he interacts with, and no matter the situation he strives to help other achieve this in what ever way possible, so he tends to be a rather uplifting person to be around, even if he expects the best from you at all times.

All this being said, Qin is a man who knows how to get most any job done, and if he deems unsavory deeds necessary in order to accomplish something good then hes more then willing to make that sacrifice. The good of the many always out weighs the good of the one, and the ends always justifys the means. This isn't to say hes a cold hearted planner who doesn't care for his people. The opposite in fact, he does what ever is necessary to improve their day to days lives. From setting up clinics for the sick to funding projects that research better ways to grow crops in the various climates of Xing. But some times evil must be done and people must suffer for those evil deeds, it is in this way that the world keeps it self in balance.

LOVE:
→ Jokes,Nature, Art in all its forms, the odd romance book, hiking, Those who take their lives into their own hands, Courtesy, Ancient Legends, Spirituality, Cake, sweets, Zoos, Animals, Treasure hunting, Writing, CAKE!.

HATE:
→ Cowards, Zoos, poorly trained military troops, people who talk in the movies, Cheats, People who steal credit, Brown nosers, snakes, people who say "i cant",

DEEPEST SECRET:
→The long and short of it is hes dying.

IDOL:
→ Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing. But most of all his father Cao Shi Xun.

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HISTORY:

"And to the flame all things must go"

A Dragon is Born

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It is said that omens are seen before the birth of a dragon. Rivers flood, storms rage, and the seas yield up their treasures in homage to their coming ruler. But most importantly the tears of the gods would rain from the heaven on the night that the dragon was born. It was in a year such as this that Qin was born. Storms raged in seasons normally calm, tsunami pounded the coast, and the fishing villages flourished and thanked the heavens for their good fortune, and on the night he was born stars seemed to fall from the sky.

A prodigious birth graced the house of Xun and a celebration was thrown in his and his families honor even before the gender was known. The child had been born on a night graced with the tears of the gods, the child was destined for great things. These where known and true facts even before Qin took his first breath, and they would help shape his life in ways that his parents couldn't and wouldn't know tell years later.

A Fledgling Learns

“Where…WHERE DID HE GET OFF TO!” The panic in the middle aged woman’s voice was plan as she sped through the rather modest house hold(Modest even by the standards of minor clans). No servants where in sight and it as if the entire building was void of all life aside from hers. She had lost her child, or her child had lost her for what seemed like the hundredth time that week, it was as if the toddler would vanish if she turned her back for but a second and for all she knew he did.

She turns another corner and the faint cries of a child meet her ears. Was he scared? In pain? Hungry? She flew down the hallway her clothing snapping as she ran. It was a miracle that he hadn’t managed to get himself hurt yet, and she prayed every day for that to remain the case. But as she reached the room from which the cries could be heard they stopped and the suddenness of it sent a shiver down the woman’s back.”Qin? Qin speak up for mommy… Where are you my little dragon?”

She turns and looks to the window as she hears a soft gurgle and spots her child staring out a window, one pudgy hand griping the window seal, the other out stretched towards a bird that stood just out of reach. His eyes were locked on the little speckled thing, and as the woman approached he didn’t turn to look.

Suddenly the bird took flight and the toddler reacted in the only way he could, and fell back . His eyes still locked on the bird he could no longer see. Then suddenly he laughed a happy bubbly laugh and the woman smiled as she reached down to gather up her child. He was a handful it was true but he was her handful and he meant the world to her. “Come , lets go see how papa is doing”

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The smell of green lush things filled the air around him. It permeated everything, and as his bare toes squished the damp earth beneath them a feeling of absolute freedom came upon the young boy and he ran. He ran through the woods that his family had called home for generations, he ran through the soil that held the sweat and blood of his people. He ran and he could feel the eyes of his ancestors on him, watching him and guiding his footsteps, and as he ran he laughed for the pure joy of running.

At five he was more sure footed in these ancient woods then most men, and he knew more hiding place then anyone could imagine. Some said the squirrels and deer taught him, but that was rubbish and Qin couldn’t help but giggle whenever he heard someone say that. Animals couldn’t talk, at least not how people talked EVERYONE should know that! He knew that at least and he wasn’t nearly as old!!

“QIN!! QIN ITS TIME TO COME HOME!! SUPPER IS READY!” He could hear his mother call for him and slowly he came to a stop and looked down at his mud covered cloths. His mother was not going to be happy. He grimaced and made his slow way back to his home, wanting to waste as much time as he could in the forest he so loved.” ON MY WAY MAMA!!”

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“The blade is an extension of you Qin, it’s part of you” His father’s words rang hallow to the seven year old Qin as he held the sword like it was a poisonous viper. IT felt… Wrong in his hands, slippery and slimy even though he knew that was just his imagination. No what he held was something far more sinister. Far more simple then a serpent. He held a tool whos only purpose was to kill and wage war. A sword is a tool to deal death and nothing more. Yet he was expected to train with it, make it part of him self as all nobles where.

Something in that seemed wrong, but he wouldn’t couldn’t argue with it. So with his father as a guide and teacher he fixed his stance and held the blade closer to his body, so close that if not for his age he would have thought the sword a lover. “Clear your mind son, feed all your doubts, concerns and thoughts into the flame.”

He raises his wings

“Clear your mind son, and feed everything to the flame” His father’s words still echoed in his mind, even all these years later, and even as he thought them they vanished as the those words where consumed by the flame of his mind. He stood in the middle of a clearing, seemingly motionless and emotionless to any who happened to be watching. Every step he took was fluid, and ever motion of his arms and hands seemed to move with the wind. It was as if he was dancing with some unseen partner.

Suddenly the tempo of his movements changed and what had been a waltz with a breeze became a rolling nameless dance with the sea. His motions where like those of the waves, strong, swift and relentless and it seemed as if he was crashing against a mountain. Practice, practice as the saying went made perfect but as much as he practiced perfection never seemed any closer, and even as he thought this his concentration was broken and with a yelp the gangly youth fell flat on his face. He could hear giggling from the tree line…Who was there?

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“Why! Why do I have to go!?!? “ Qins voice was filled with anger, with hate, but mostly with despair as he yelled at the people who had so lovingly raised him. “You go for the good of your clan, the good of your family… My son you must understand-“ With a sharp gesture of his hand he cut his father off mid sentence and almost as soon as he did it a faint blush came to his cheeks. Never before had he been so… Rude to the man that had raised him, but at seventeen years of age he was nearly a man and deserved something more than this. ”I must understand what? I must go to some other city to learn because our teachers and our ways are so backwards? I must allow others to mock our ways? Or lives? Our sacred places? Why father! Why must I do this?”

He looked the older man in the eyes, his own flinty gaze returned in full.” Because you must.” With that he turned his back and walked out without another glance at his wayward son. For his part Qin stood there stunned at his words. In most things he was allowed to speak his mind, to do and learn what he wished… But not now. His father had set down the law and like always he must be obeyed. He owed him that much at least.

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The university of Xi’an was a place of wonder and exploration and for all its glory and majesty Qin hated it. He hated the high towers, the libraries, the clubs, he hated the way people dressed and spoke, he hated how he was looked at and spoke down to. He hated everything, everything that is other than his classes and the endless fount of knowledge contained therein. But he hated himself for loving it, he felt as if he was betraying his tutors, it felt like he was betraying his home. Why he didn’t know and Qin knew the feeling he held where irrational. But he couldn’t stop feeling them, didn’t want to stop feeling them.

It was as if those feelings where the only tangible evidence he had of where he came from, of how he had become the person he was and by throwing that away he would cease to exist in any meaningful way. It had been two years since he had last seen home, two years since he had ran bare footed through the woods of his ancestors and in those two years he had learned and experienced more than ever before. Still he longed for home but knew he would not see it for a long, long time.

And he Soars on wings made of Fire

The life of a soldier was not one filled with glory and honor Qin found out. It was filled with drills, and practices. It was filled with boredom and a never changing routine, but it was also filled with silence and clarity of purpose that Qin found enjoyable. At twenty-one years of age he felt like he was finally doing something with his life, finally moving forward. He was a force for good and he strove to be an example to the few other people who joined the standing army of Xing.

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Blood. Blood covered his hands. So warm, so sticky it was unlike anything he had felt before. He stood there staring at his blood stained hand and a chill ran down his body. It was pretty, this crimson nectar that filled both men and women. Could you paint with it? Could you find the color that matched exactly? He stood there as men, his men screamed around him. What was going on? What was happening? He looked up and saw men covered in robes and holding guns laying on the ground most dead… Some writhing in pain and as he watched another shuddered his last.
Then he knew, and then he understood what was happening. He had been patrolling the border along the great desert. They had been dispatched to take care of some raiders that had been attacking villages close to their territory. There wasn’t supposed to be any combat, their presence alone should have scarred them off. Ohh how wrong that had been, how misguided. The raiders had lain in ambush waiting for them, knowing they would come, and when they struck they had struck hard and many men died in that first burst of gun fire. From there he didn’t really remember, all he knew for certain was that he had taken a life, maybe more than one. Qin had been 22.

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A promotion. A commendation. He had fought and lead well apparently. Too bad he couldn’t remember any of it, too bad all he could see was the blood that had stained his hands. If he thought too hard on it he could still see it, still feel it on him. He was dirty, yet he had been rewarded. What did that say about the world? Men young and old showed him respect he had never been due before. Did killing make him more of a man? Did it prove his worth?

He had taken a life, and something he loved had been taken from him. His father was dead. It was in this way that the universe kept its self balanced. How long had it been since he had been home? Five years? Six? Almost a life time it seemed, a life time since he had ran through the forest with bare feet. A life time since he had seen his childhood friends. A life time since he had spoken to his father, his mother, his brother. His brother. He had yet to meet his brother, would he know him? Or want to know him?

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It hadn’t changed. IT hadn’t changed in the six years he had been gone. He could see the trees that had been his friends as a boy, he could see the fields he had practiced his arts in. He could see the places he had climbed and as he walked towards his families ancestral home he remembered every moment he had spent there. It made him smile, a smile of real joy. Ohh how he had missed this place of wonders, this place of joys.

He stopped for a second and removed his boots and his smile got wider as his toes dug into the dirt of this place. The land felt the same, and for that he was more than grateful. He moved faster then his footsteps echoing in the silent evening air. It felt good to be home again. It felt good to be free, he only wished he had come back sooner.

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“Clear your mind son, and feed everything to the flame” Those words had been with him for more years then he could remember. He looked down at his father’s peaceful face and held back tears. It had been years since they had spoken, and the harsh words exchanged between them had never been cleared. But as he looked down at the man who had taught him swim, to fish, to drink dew from leaves, to clear his mind and to think he knew, he knew his father had forgiven him long, long ago. “Clear your mind son, and feed everything to the flame” Those words again filled his mind and this time he listened and slowly he brought the burning torch to eye level and dropped it on the pyre that would be his fathers last resting place. “To the flames father… Just like you taught me.” Then and only then did he cry, and the sky seemed to cry with him.

And the Wheel Turns

The years passed and he lived the life he thought he wanted, full of family and laughter. He grew to know his brother for the first time, and he grew to know the land and his people a second. But all good things come to an end so when word came of an invasion from the east he knew his peace had come to an end. For every day of peace, there must be one of strife, and for every good deed there must be an evil. But one could fight this, one could hold the evil and pain off a little longer. So gathering what men he could he marched forth, yet again leaving the land of his ancestors for what vary well might be the last time. Still his father’s words weighed heavily in his mind. “Clear your mind son, and feed everything to the flame” and so he did.

In his wake he left a trail of fire

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TRIVIA:
→ When there are no pressing matters he often gos off and enjoys nature
→ Qin is a man open to suggestion, but when hes decide on a course of action he sticks to it
→ During stormy nights or days he can be seen walking his place grounds "communing" with the storm.
→ IS refereed to as The Dragon of Xing for his outstanding military record in the past war.
→ Has trained in many forms of Shaolin Kung Fu in order to better understand himself.
→ He believes in Reincarnation
→ Habitual smoker
→ Seven year old brother named Gin
→ Has Lou Gehrig's Disease(Late onset)
→ Favorite food is red and green jello.
→ Speaks Xingese(jade) , Amestrian(Blue),Aerugese(purple)

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ALIAS:
→Bronze.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Bronze, Kaede, Brendon, Adryion, Dimitri

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Best character ive made so far i think ^^

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Mushi-shi[/b]/[i]Ginko Mushishi[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ The Dragon Or An Emperor In Flames maybe...The Flame of xing? I cant really think of anything that fits him well enough...Some help maybe?

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Voice of the Dragon Or Lóng shēng

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[Iris]

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