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Zenxia was never a remarkable child, one of the poorer families that was not in the warpath of their zealot neighboring country. Deep into the country where it was quiet, serene and well out of the way. From a young age she had to work hard for everything, learning to cook, garden, sew, and make their own furniture from the bamboo that grew. Not a single child but the only one brave enough to go into the bamboo forest where there was known activity from the Myst. It felt safe there, like she was being watched over.

It was one day while she was collecting bamboo at the age of 11 when an angry 'spirit' had attacked her. Whatever she had done to anger him was unknown but it was her respect for the Gods and the spirits of that little grove that brought the Kitsune Fox to her. Possessing her to then shift and flee from the forest. Scared and afraid, she hid in a fox den until the creature left. Hours past by before she could shift back and when she did... her hair was pure white.

The creature had rampaged into her village, slain all too late for it had followed her energy to her home. Leaving only her grandmother alive whom was on her way from visiting family. Her grandmother instantly knew the moment she saw Zenxia she had been touched by a Myst creature, blessed and brought to the Kensei that were in town by chance that day collecting taxes. From there, she and her Grandmother were taken to capital. It was there she learned more about her abilities, the Kitsune possessing her seen as a blessing and welcomed with open arms.

The fox was content with protecting Zenxia and helping her develop her newfound abilities, for the only power that came from the kitsune, was the ability to shift into


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Zenxia was never a remarkable child, one of the poorer families that was not in the warpath of their zealot neighboring country. Deep into the country where it was quiet, serene and well out of the way. From a young age she had to work hard for everything, learning to cook, garden, sew, and make their own furniture from the bamboo that grew. Not a single child but the only one brave enough to go into the bamboo forest where there was known activity from the Myst. It felt safe there, like she was being watched over.

It was one day while she was collecting bamboo at the age of 11 when an angry 'spirit' had attacked her. Whatever she had done to anger him was unknown but it was her respect for the Gods and the spirits of that little grove that brought the Kitsune Fox to her. Possessing her to then shift and flee from the forest. Scared and afraid, she hid in a fox den until the creature left. Hours past by before she could shift back and when she did... her hair was pure white.

The creature had rampaged into her village, slain all too late for it had followed her energy to her home. Leaving only her grandmother alive whom was on her way from visiting family. Her grandmother instantly knew the moment she saw Zenxia she had been touched by a Myst creature, blessed and brought to the Kensei that were in town by chance that day collecting taxes. From there, she and her Grandmother were taken to capital. It was there she learned more about her abilities, the Kitsune possessing her seen as a blessing and welcomed with open arms.

The fox was content with protecting Zenxia and helping her develop her newfound abilities, for the only power that came from the kitsune, was the ability to shift into




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Zenxia Lang



FULL NAME
► Zenxia Lang​
AGE
► 25​
GENDER
► Female​
HEIGHT
► 5'9​
WEIGHT
► 136 lbs​
EYE COLOR
► Purple - No pupil​
HAIR COLOR
► White​
RACE
► Magi - Kitsune​
HOMELAND
► Meikyo​
JOB OR RANK
► Priestess​
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  • Zenxia was never a remarkable child, one of the poorer families that was not in the warpath of their zealot neighboring country. Deep into the country where it was quiet, serene and well out of the way. From a young age she had to work hard for everything, learning to cook, garden, sew, and make their own furniture from the bamboo that grew. Not a single child but the only one brave enough to go into the bamboo forest where there was known activity from the Myst. It felt safe there, like she was being watched over.

    It was one day while she was collecting bamboo at the age of 11 when an angry 'spirit' had attacked her. Whatever she had done to anger him was unknown but it was her respect for the Gods and the spirits of that little grove that brought the Kitsune Fox to her. Possessing her to then shift and flee from the forest. Scared and afraid, she hid in a fox den until the creature left. Hours past by before she could shift back and when she did... her hair was pure white.

    The creature had rampaged into her village, slain all too late for it had followed her energy to her home. Leaving only her grandmother alive whom was on her way from visiting family. Her grandmother instantly knew the moment she saw Zenxia she had been touched by a Myst creature, blessed and brought to the Kensei that were in town by chance that day collecting taxes. From there, she and her Grandmother were taken to capital. It was there she learned more about her abilities, the Kitsune possessing her seen as a blessing and welcomed with open arms.

    The fox was content with protecting Zenxia and helping her develop her newfound abilities, for the only power that came from the kitsune, was the ability to shift into her form. Zenxia could speak with the spirits and utilize them for their energy. Somehow her powers were not the norm for what the Myst often brought out in the believers.

    She only had the kitsune and her grandmother through her training, not to be a Kensei but that of a priestess. Those years were not so easy or kind as her childhood for the Courts of Intrige were far more dangerous than the raids she heard of. The death of her grandmother hardened her, listed as an accident but it was her suspicion it was a show of force from one that sought her hand in marriage - declined of course but it revealed the nature of man and the cruelty held in hearts.It was not the first she had seen in the Palace, vying for power behind closed doors. Whispers and gossip were just as venomous as snakes... She longed for the countryside again but now caught in the service of the Gods, she could not turn from her own status as Priestess. Her only advantage was the items left behind from those conniving nobles that kept her in her position.

    She visits her grandmother's grave every year and now on her way the earth trembles and the Myst is seen looming over the mountains... She hears the whispers and screams to run...



  • Serious, stern, calculating, religious, haughty, stuck up, ambitious. She has seen the side of those that battle against her nation and the cruelest heart of men. This has put her at a distance to the people around her. She is almost cold or seeming to be too 'shy' to speak. Often quiet, she says little and only speaks when the need arises or something is important enough to talk about. She is hard to warm up to, hard to make friends with ... unless you're a spirit. They are her closest 'friends' and those she listens to the most. They are easier to relate to than the lying words of humans.

    That is not to say though, that she doesn't enjoy the company of people. She is just very selective of who. Her sense of humor is mischievous at best and when the mood strikes her, it can be more in pranks than the verbal banter anyone else would indulge in. She smiles in secret, and is very good at keeping herself 'contained' emotionally to strangers. Being that she's a hard nut to crack, she doesn't have many that see's her unfiltered or unrestrained.

    She does have a knack for talking to herself, or answering some question that was never voice to her. Unless you can see into ther ethereal, you'd think it was her just being mysterious, wise, or crazy. Yet it's clear there is someone she is responding to. Her kitsune sometimes a voice in her head or a visual of the white three tailed fox for her to 'speak' to. She is often writing and folding papers which are tucked into a side pouch on her hip.




  • Spiritualistic medium-ship: Spiritual energy is different for Zenxia. What she see's and hears is something that has manifested within an object or place that was left behind from another person, emotion, act, event or otherwise. The Myst obviously has influence in creating these situations that allow her to see, hear and speak with in the form of a 'spiritual manifestation' - an incorporeal being that she can interact with and call upon for her Charms. The older the 'energy' that has been sitting to collect and build, the more powerful it is that can latch onto her even unwillingly and formulate itself. Somehow she has a connection that allows them access to the corporeal world to have influence.

    Inscription casting: She imbues paper and charms with power for her casting. Everything has a spirit that can be called upon, the residue of the person that used it, held it, sat on it etc, was left behind for her to see. To draw upon for magic, in essence creating the spirit and pulling it out of the object used and through the paper or charm it takes form to do the spell or wish inscribed on the charm. If an item is abused or abandoned often the energy left behind on the item is negative and dwindling, best used for offensive while those of a purer nature are for protection and healing. it's not an exact science being that she has only her surroundings to pull from and trap the spiritual energy into the paper charms called Shikigami. They usually have a single burst of power unless the inscription is lengthy and agreed upon by the spirit she makes a pact with.

    Shapeshifting: This was not something she learned to do but was forced upon her by coming across a powerful Shikigami. It latched onto her in the form of a Inari possessing her and is that of a white fox with three tails when she was young. She can take it's form but not so readily, a quick shift will drain them both of energy and they will be stuck in that form a few hours. Doing so is only for a quick escape for she can phase into a spiritual aspect for only a few minutes which leaves her vulnerable to spiritual attack being that she is a spirit at that point. She also has spectral ears and three tails of a fox, visible only to anyone that can see into the ethereal, mostly Magi or Myst afflicted creatures.



    • Fine clothes, a travel bag with necessities, winter cloak
    • Paper, ink, quill/brush. Sealing talisman
    • Jade jewerlry, coin purse.










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Navidelynn



FULL NAME
► Navidelynn [Nah-vee-day-lynn]
AGE
► 66
GENDER
► Female
LENGTH
► 67 feet
WEIGHT
► 3.5 tons
EYE COLOR
► Sapphire blue
SCALE COLOR
► Dark blue - Silver
RACE
► Mountain Dragon
HOMELAND
► Tor Gorath Mountains - Lantheri Wilds








  • She was hatched in a clutch of three sisters in the mountains of the Achipelago. An island that had little populace of people and well defended from visitors. Her parents were well versed in the treachery of humans and warned against trusting them right from their hatch day. Years spent in their nested lair without first hand knowledge of such stories, left these warnings as being myth or tall tales from parents to make their children behave. And as curious youths are, they left their nest in search of their own experiences within the twenty winters that would see them to adults. Taking an island each for their territory and not spreading so far from each other. Close clutch mates they visited each other often to share their stories. With those visits becoming yearly to distant visitations.

    Her own island had a flourishing village not far from her lair and as curiosity grew so did the eventual need to learn about them. The village was small but was not hostile towards the Dragon. Perhaps her parents were wrong. Befriending them was far easier and soon a working relationship with was formulated but still keeping her lair a secret from them.

    As age comes into maturity, so did the seeking of a mate. A male came a long and shortly after, a nest full of eggs. A proud to be mother waiting for her wrymlings to hatch with intermittent shifts with her mate to switch out hunting. It was his turn to protect their nest and she waited patiently for him to return. When he did not, worry set in and yet she would not leave her eggs. Two more weeks past before hunger and weakness demanded she leave to eat.

    In the middle of the night she left her nest, in both hopes to discover her mates fate and to fill her belly. With limited time, she had decided to take one of the villagers pigs that were often offered to her before. She found the pig pen greatly diminished, but with a gnawing hunger, she took one regardless. It was on her flight back with pig in hand that she saw the carcass of her mate in the village's square. Cut up with skeleton showing their butchering him for his parts.

    Devastated - she hurried back to her lair with plans for revenge once she had taken care of her clutch. With the pig being devoured a long the way, it had slowed her greatly to arrive back to her nest... now empty. It was not possible... the village had no idea where her nest was... - In a fit of fury and rage she left the lair and searched the trails around them. It took hours of frantic hunting until she found the outsiders that had taken her eggs.

    They were skilled Magi, though it did them little help. her last victims pleaded for his life, explaining the villagers had hired them to kill the dragon hunting their stock. Her mercy was not so lenient and merely filled her belly further with him. Her eggs were already cooled... dead by the time she had found them. She had warned her mate not to hunt the villagers stock, she could only determine his words to be a lie yet the grief she felt had to be taken out on some one. The villagers had her mate's carcass and were therefor guilty. She raised their village to the ground in retribution and when the sun rose, she slunk back to her empty nest with a heavy heart.

    Two years she lived with this grief before her sister came one day, telling of their sister's demise - warning Nev of the mortals hiring dragon hunters. A lesson come too late. In her grief, she remained in her nest with her sister visiting more regularly to check in on Nev. Unable to let go, until she returned from hunting one day to find a group of men in her nest. Having seen two dragons area, they assumed her sister was her 'mated' pair and the nest would contain more eggs.

    She collapsed the mountainside on them, and flew to warn her sister to leave the islands. Going south, she stopped along the way to learn more about the mortals and how better to avoid them. To defend herself from them and watch them from afar and then attack caravans carrying books to steal them for herself. It was in these traveling years that she came across a caravan destroyed by Myst beasts and a child swaddled in wreckage. At first she was going to leave it, take only the valuables. Books and jewels, but it's cries ripped at her heart. A human babe was taken back to her lair, only... she had no idea how to care for it.

    She grew obsessed to save this child resulted in kidnapping a traveling monk, the first person she met when in search of food for both child and her. He agreed to help her . Yet after many months and a lot of convincing, he got her to agree for him to take the child to his monastery which was not far from her lair. She stayed with them for a week, and checked in often to be sure the child was cared for properly. It had taken months for them to earn the right to be trusted. It is in Tor Goranth where she now makes her home, and only they have the permission to live so close to her, for those that live there, are all orphans she has 'adopted' as her own in her growing insanity.




  • Grief ridden, distrusting, heart broken, lonely, distant, kind to her kin, protective, and slightly insane. Her loss of her mate and eggs has driven her to a state of despair. She's still 'there' for the most part, but ever since the loss of her first clutch, her desire to be a mother often over takes reason. No matter what species it is, if it is motherless - she will seek to take care of it as if it were her child and not always is she successful. Even mortals fall under this umbrella despite her distaste for them. An irrational emotion that surfaces in the presence of a babe.

    When not presented with a child before her, she is rather kind and motherly to her kin. Warm and teasing with no hint of this insanity at all. Yet this leaks out with the mention of youth being abused, or their possible death, being over protective there is nothing that doesn't ignite the fires of fiery within her when a child is at risk. Although, despite this, she will burn down an entire village, children and all - only to save those that survive afterwards.

    She can be playful and joyous, although neither of these emotions last long without some stimulation and outside influence. Normally she is welcoming and will talk up a storm - but will have moments of distant staring as if lost in memory and never will she speak of where her thoughts take her. It was worse in the previous years and it seems to be getting better... possibly.

    She has a thing for jewels, shiny sparkly jewels and has made her lair in cave deep within the mountain that is laced with veins of diamonds. To which she loves to rubs her scales against and sharpen her claws on.



  • Breath: Her breath contains both fire and lightning. A lightning bolt surrounded by red fiery flames. She can separate the two of them, but it delays the summoning of either of them. Her flames are weaker than her lightning.

    Keen senses: Her vision is good during the day, but even better at night. Able to see great distances, and in the perfect pitch of darkness.

    Illusion magic: After being discovered twice by hunters and deceived by illusion magics, she has elaborated on protecting her lair with such magic. Learning the arts to discover it and apply it.. Where she would not normally dip into using spells, she has deemed this an important way to keep her children safe. Only using it to change the terrain, or frightening images, and seeing through such magic.

    Cold Endurance: While her hide is nearly impenetrable, she has a further resistance to the cold after retreating further into the mountains core.

    Magic resistance: She has a greater resistance to spells thanks to her tough hide, having less of an impact when struck yet enough of it will most certainly bring her down.



    • Diamond veined lair
    • Horde of stolen books from raided caravans











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Character : Zenxia Lang
Role : Priestess and Spiritual Guidance - instigator using her power of influence.
Location : Konzu - Oukai which will lead into the rest of Konzu


What is your plots goal? :

Two factions in the court - one to save the emperor, one to take him out - but everyone's' goals is to put their people in place of power and influence to complete their goal.

To somehow end the Shoganate, or put them in rule once more - as each faction will have their own aim. Ideally, put the Shogun underground, stripped of their influence and wanna rebel later on.


Loosely explain what will happen in your plot.

A game of moves and counters moves:

Unrest in the Palace - there are rumors the Emperor is not the heir. There is no proof other than what the council and Dowager Empress has provided. So far it's legit but to question the Dowager Empress is death. Everything starts out with just quelling these rumors, then some proof arises that is questionable while dealing with those rumors. A connection found that those that knew about this proof had a hand in movement of money, rise to power and sudden deaths of certain people that could prove otherwise. The ones making these silence killings/orders are other potentials for gaining the Emperors future ear, or in line for rule should he fall.

Something will lead them to go into the old palace - either to gain proof from the spirits there/find written documents or an artifact.
  • Possibilities of direction there :
    • Find out if it's a lie and decide to enforce it still because of how much better things are with a puppet emperor to control (will require to hide this fact is a lie and anyone that finds out will be taken care of)
    • Find it be true and still have the above benefit (loyalty could be true or false, wanting to control or prevent controlling of the emperor)

Those involved - They'd have to thwart/plan poisonings and assassination/framing attempts not just on the emperor but on those closest to him that protects/schemes against him... or perhaps cause some deaths so that they could place their own influences beside the Emperor/those that control the Emperor.

Eventually getting the ear of the Emperor and aiding in taking out the Shoganate or in strategic places (finding traitors that are double agents) or be the goal to take out the Emperor.

What characters (that you know of) will be in your plot?

1. Zenxia is in support of the Emperor regardless of his claim being true or not - to snuff out rumors - investigate them - perhaps provide proof (destabilizing the government would be bad atm)
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What rewards will your character(s) claim from this plot?

N/A atm - connections, power but not to rule. Find out more about the region and such. Some cool secret would be neat!
 
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Talexi 'Lexi' Ravenspear



FULL NAME
► Talexi 'Lexi' Ravenspear​
AGE
► 25​
GENDER
► Female​
HEIGHT
► 6'0​
WEIGHT
► 136 lbs​
EYE COLOR
►Green/Blue​
HAIR COLOR
► Black​
RACE
► Elf​
HOMELAND
► TBD​
JOB OR RANK
► Paladin​
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