Le coq à moitié elfe était assis sur le pont du bateau. Ses yeux s'ouvrent, le vert perçant de son iris scintille entre tous les visages des individus qui contorsèrent dans des visas de bonheur, de colère et d'assurance; et des corps qui réchauffent l'air autour de lui. Ses oreilles pointues secouaient toujours si légèrement qu'il écoutait les vagues qui caressaient le bateau en bois. Il était très calme, malgré les yeux enflammés. Cette commotion n'a rien comparé les pleurs, les gémissements et les gémissements auxquels il a été exposé dans l'orphelinat où il avait grandi. La vallée était toujours si bruyante, une salle pleine d'enfants sans parents dans la vallée était encore plus bruyante. Ses yeux s'évanouissaient pour voir un nain et un humain venir se disputer sur l'école qui était meilleure. Tsubo, le nain et un visage familier à Seikatsu, a échangé des barbes avec l'humain avant d'être jeté autour par quelqu'un d'autre après avoir menacé un colporteur. Seikatsu se tenait debout. Cela ne reflétait pas bien Maître Iyo... et l'insulte qui a suivi ne l'a pas non plus fait. La moitié de l'elfe soupirait, donnait un rouleau à ses épaules et se brouillait vers l'étudiant humain Spider. Un éclair de cramoisi strié sur le pont principal, Seikatsu brûlant une petite quantité de chi pour s'accélérer, il a frappé l'élève de Grieving Spider trois fois. Une fois dans le dos, deux fois de chaque côté du corps avant de s'estomper devant lui. Seikatsu a donné un sourire escroc facile à l'élève « de telles insultes ne resteront pas impunies mon ami » il a pressé sa main à plat contre la poitrine de l'élève et a donné une légère poussée avec son chi, en envoyant l'étudiant Spider grippant à ses genoux « Je suggère que vous ne faites pas cela à nouveau. »
Seikatsu tourna son talon et marcha vers Tsubo. Il s'est serré la main sur l'épaule des nains et s'est penché sur « la même chose t'arrivera... si tu agis de façon si ignoble encore une fois Tsubo ». Seikatsu a serré l'épaule des nains avant de passer à Lee. Ses yeux appréciaient l'homme "Je m'excuse pour Tsubo... son attitude a encore besoin de tempérer... mais ce lancer" il souriait et tenait sa main "vous étiez ce violent champion de l'autre fosse de sang dans la vallée, n'est-ce pas? Lee n'est-ce pas?" Seikatsu sourit.
Name: Seikatsu
Age: 23
Race: Half-Elf
School: The Shallow Step
Fighting Style: Jinque. Seikatsu is adept at fast, pinpoint strikes. He is never aiming for external physical damage, instead he uses his strikes to wear down the natural defenses his opponent's have. Once a chink in the armor is exposed so to speak, he attacks violently with strikes empowered by his chi. He is graceful and meticulous, his body always just out of reach of a sudden attack and reacting instantly to attack in return. His attacks are often spear hand strikes, using his long hands and fingers to give him the benefit of range. His chi empowered heavy strikes are often open palmed for ‘force’ strikes and allow a greater area to be affected by his chi.
Seikatsu also uses his chi to speed himself up, funneling inhuman energy into his legs to propel himself at faster speeds. At his fastest he simply becomes a flash of his crimson uniform. He is still attempting to learn how to create "clones" from his after image with Chi.
Weaknesses: Seikatsu is wholly focused on forms and precision that he develops tunnel vision quite easily. He needs to focus on a single target to be effective and as such his weakness is overwhelming odds. A break in his form will leave him clouded for the smallest time to be lethal.
Weapons: n/a
History: Seikatsu is a half elf, a man between worlds of the human and the elf world. Despite there being relative peace between all races, the idea of a half-caste is still mildly frowned upon and as such; Seikatsu never knew his parents...instead growing up in an orphanage. His childhood was fraught with the usual dangers of growing up in the Valley of The Beggars Song.
His childhood in the orphanage left him to realize to use all of his assets that his race gave him. His speed, his charm and his lithe grace were all assets to him as he escaped from most trouble. Despite this, his teenage years forced him into some of the commonly known blood pits that held the illegal fights attributed to the Valley. Once again his speed and grace were channelled into something that was new. A fighting style. His focus developed in his childhood became something more. He discovered some idea of what was known as magic. His chi became powerful strikes that tore arms out of sockets after his strikes hit home. Having become a renowned fighter, he was taken under the wing of the master of the Shallow Step and taken in to her school. There he became a quick study and was enrolled into the grand tournaments.
My relation to... Yin Hu.
“I remember the manbeast from the Valley...we always came to blows to see who was faster and more precise”