Ryse
Junior Member
"What you confuse for glory's fire, is fire from the tongues of liars~"
Name: Scheherazade Amaterasu
Age: Twenty Three
Class: Monk/Assassin
Homeland: Veliona
Species: Sheikali
Loyalties: Clan Amaterasu
Name: Scheherazade Amaterasu
Age: Twenty Three
Class: Monk/Assassin
Homeland: Veliona
Species: Sheikali
Loyalties: Clan Amaterasu
And yet by the time one merely roves her tranquil surface, they need not fret; she is refined, fragrant, soft, and exquisite like the petals of the lotus. Maternal, doting, a wholesomely willing counsel, but impenetrable as the rare golden jade. Lain are the bedding of demons in the portion of her soul that remains unhinged in the darkness of decaying yin, and both hungry, and cunning is their discipline.
What was once silken and sweet morphs into the withered flesh of vengeful death, but in rightful sapience she keeps these dark forces at bay, letting them rot beneath the exoticism that is her impeccable semblance. Sleep in the profundity of solitude be her your ever loyal ally – your maiden savior when times are ever grim, or be haunted by her shadow of plotting your ultimate downfall. An angel of art and pleasure of the bath house; An oily serpent beneath the veil of betrayal. The elusively fickle silver dart, whose piercing tip doth coated in the ebony ink of silent affliction.
But alas there is a passion burning in her heart...the thirst to breathe fire into the world...to ignite the night and set fire to rain. To melt the cold, give life into the downtrodden...for her fire shines bright like the sun itself. Honey dipped hues focus their sight upon the golden paved road...to let her voice be heard by millions...to sing and enchant hearts. Art is her passion...for she herself is art in motion.
Just one last stroke of red~
A rich slather of bejeweled silks, oft dark plum and rich scarlet, the colors of maturity, of passion. The gorgeousness! Eyes caustic, galvanized in vibrant gold with hunger within her gaze. An obsidian river flowing from her girlish shoulders sculpted of ravishing stone. Mantled in sin, a banquet of succulent pulp; A surplus of toxic red tide. Malignant stare bespeaks gold reverence, demands the eyes of others to gaze upon each writhing mound of sumptuous plasm which roves across a tender, hallowed scaffolding.
She will be watched, observed, many times deemed a pivotal object of obsession. And yet she moves effortlessly through each plane of her reality, her intrinsic temptations only offering their caress the truest, most palpable appraisal.
A woman of many masks, purity of light with a gentle kiss; Malicious artistry, ephemeral strokes of magnificent alabaster upon the bleached surface of grinning bones. Malignant remnant of era past, primeval, elegant gore beneath the savage light of the swinging pendulum, silver, ethereal within the bruised ombre of the gluttonous skies. Wisps of silvern-white, embellished in a flurry of silk strands, grasping, entangling languid paramour with the silent begging, the whispers of longing, moans of deceit.
More, more, more! Elusive witch, devil of avid affections, the immaculate tongues of angels doth traverse, wander over perfected flesh and flawless gaze. Honeyed, dewy under the gaze of watchful, observant eye spying havoc upon little light. She bleeds, immortality; she sings, hymns of the divine. She, an idol of righteous purity and martyrdom, a solitary flaw. Spider veins wept, tears of malice, of sanguine wine upon the bare of fair porcelain back, china cracked and irrevocably repaired over the span of years. Still, the imperfection lies, nestled endearingly upon the slight dip betwixt lithe, feminine shoulders.
Martial Artist: Scheherazade is very proficient with her Scimitar which she keeps sheathed on her back. Her talent with the weapon however is mild given how often she relied on her Ninjutsu and Hand to Hand combat in order to get things done, while her sword is used as a supplement against those who tend to be heavily guarded or armored. She also utilizes Kunai, Shuriken, and needles as throwing weapons for those at a distance. Her hand to hand combat however is known to be rather lethal to those who may not expect such a woman to pack such a devastating punch.
Acrobatic: Shay is very fit for her age due to her occupation and is capable of moving very quickly and in a number of creative ways. She is sometimes hard to keep up with and can scale buildings very easily