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I would definitely be interested in joining your game. My character concept would be a Vishkanya Geisha who specializes in information brokering and espionage. Her story below. Thanks for your consideration. Yanmei: Gingerly, Yanmei lifted the tea pot and, with practiced precision, tilted it over her guest's cup. The warm green tea poured from it's spout.
"You must find stillness in effort," Yanmei's elder sister instructed, "Be poised and fluid in your movements but look relaxed and welcoming" Yanmei took her sister's teachings as gospel. It had paid off. The Vishkanya's career as a Geisha was becoming lucrative. Her wealthy clients more than appreciated her companionship. They spoke of her beauty and intellect as a relief from the dregs that plagued the streets. Unbeknownst to her clients, she had been born to those dregs. Her father had provided them with little more than a shabby shack in a cramped slum on his sailing wages. Her mother, just as poor, had seen Yanmei's 5th birthday before she died in giving birth to the third child. It was her sister, Yanyu, who first sold her self to the Meixiu school in order to feed her brothers and sisters. Yanmei watched Yanyu transform from street urchin to beautiful courtesan and wanted that for herself. After much convincing, Yanyu relented and brought Yanmei to the school. Yanmei excelled but not in the ways Yanyu did. Yanyu focused on the tradition and the health aspects of the Geisha life. Yanmei saw it as a means to an end and began to enjoy it's more manipulative qualities. Her skills in art, academics, and culture would be a distraction for her clients while she took what she could from them. At first, it was gold and shiny baubles. But they did not satisfy the feeling that she could not control her destiny. It was during her studies that she learned of the infamous Red Mantis assassins. Their story intrigued her. These dealers of death were more than that; they controlled and balanced a person's fate at the edge of a sword. She had little training in weapons but they may have use for something less direct and equally important: Information. She would prove herself by seeking them out. Using her charm and cleverness, Yanmei weaved into shadows of rumor and vague legends to find the truth of the Red Mantis. Much to her surprise, they took notice and as she closed in on their local chapter, they came to her. Now she sat across from one such assassin, those serrated rapiers balanced across his thighs. Yanmei could not see his face for the red mask, but she would not show the fear that gnawed at her insides. She kept the pot steady as she poured her own cup and returned the pot to its place at the center of the table. Lifting the cup in the palm of her hands, she waited to see if her guest did the same. He did not move. "I have information for you," with a small smile, she took a sip of the tea, "But it comes at a price." "Which is?" the Mantis' voice was muffled but deep and menacing. Yanmei set the tea back down and pressed her hands into her lap to keep them from shaking at this crucial moment. "I want a mask" |
