Post by Nanuk on Apr 29, 2008 23:20:35 GMT -5
Name: Hilang Pisau
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Group: Flame Dancers
Nation: Fire Nation
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Hilang has a slightly stockier build, not flabby, but there is meat on his bones. Just enough to notice. His stockiness is uniform throughout his body, his legs, waist, shoulders, all a bit thick. He isn't the tallest guy, nor is he the shortest, standing at about 5'3". He has a wide set jaw, and a square face, along with some full lips. He has auburn colored hair. A thin mustache connects to a small goatee to go with it. His hair is about 3 or 4 inches long, and he doesn't really style it, he just lets it hang straight down. It has a small bit of volume to it, it's not like he just put on a rubber head of hair, but it's not like really poofy either. Above it all, he does take care of his appearance, he even uses local herbs as skin remedies on some occasions.
Most of his body is well taken care of, but, because he doesn't like to walk around with shoes, his feet are very calloused and blistered. He attempts to soothe some of them away with herb soaks, but it only helps a bit. His eyes are a metallic gold color, and small. They often have a cold, indifferent look to them, and don't show emotion often. He really doesn't like to be dirty, but he just hates confining shoes, so besides his feet, he is a clean man.
Clothing/Armor: He wears some very loose hanging clothing, starting with some rich carmine pants that have a sunglow stripe going around the ankles. Then, in front of the pants, there is a sunglow colored skirt-like piece of cloth that hangs down, except it has no cloth on the very sides, it's kinda like a very wide loincloth. Really, it's just a big piece of cloth that he wraps around his waist, save the sides.
Then, for his torso, there is a persian red shirt with very long sleeves that come to a point at the ends. This shirt is also very loose and he wears a cream colored silk robe with some black trim over the top of it. The robe is sleeveless and is open in the front, and it comes down completely to his feet. The black trim on the robe goes around all of the edges. The wide-V-shaped neckline of the shirt dips down kinda low to the point where you can see his collarbone and a few inches below that. He also loves to wear nothing on his feet, they are very calloused, but he doesn't mind. During performances, he will wear some ostrich-horse leather shoes, but otherwise, barefoot it is.
Weapons: His Jians (The blades he swallows) which are dull. They are dull because, if they were sharp, they could slice his throat, they are very pointy, however. They are made of iron and are about two and a half feet long. The sword is constantly polished and shined, and it is rather decorated. There are eight sunglow and rich carmine ribbons that stream down from the crossgaurd about three inches. The handle is approximately eight inches long, and wrapped in leather.
Personality: Rather short fuse, his line of work requires lots of concentration and he can't be interrupted, so things easily piss him off. Let's face it, he can be an asshole. He is the type of guy who will pull out somebody's chair out from under them just before they sit. He is quite a trickster and a troublemaker, having never really emotionally grown up. He doesn't discriminate either, he will be an ass to a male or female, he doesn't care which.
When he is in a crowd, he doesn't mind being the center of attention, in fact, he rather likes it. He doesn't really have a sensitive side, and he enjoys playing pranks and making trouble. One of the reasons why he loves being in the Flame Dancers is because he loves all the attention and glory he gets. Another thing he is known for, besides being an ass, he is a glutton. He will eat, and eat, and eat, and he is lucky, for he hardly gains a pound.
When he's not working, he is very prissy and high-strung. He has a real holier-than-thou attitude. When he get's mad, he gets very verbally abusive, but almost never physically abusive. He spends most of his time practicing, but he has also taken a small liking to fishing, too. He doesn't fish a lot, but every now and then he'll cast out his line and have some smoked fish for dinner.
One of the main reasons he acts this way is because of the fact that his is the only sword-swallowing family there is. That, and the fact that his family is of Fire Nation descent, he believes himself to be of pure blood, in a sense.
Background: He was born when his parents were already in the Flame Dancers, and his father, Daifu, was a sword swallower before him. He learned everything he knows about sword swallowing from his father, and his mother, Niji, stayed with the caravan and took care of Hilang. His family's roots are in the Fire Nation, but he was born in the Earth Kingdom. During the days, Niji would bring Hilang around, trying to encourage him to play with the other kids, but was snooty then too. He really was just a bully as a kid, and needed to be watched 24/7.
They started teaching him to perform at a young age. Of course, they didn't start jamming knives down his throat at five, but they did perform in front of him, and taught him all the safety procedures that come along with owning a weapon. He was trained in the proper use of Jians, but he never had much interest in that. He grew up in the caravan, and has spent his whole life with them. It was a good life, in his opinion.
He spent most of his childhood just playing like the other kids, spending time in the outdoor school. He would be very anti-social, just fiddling with sticks or rocks, entertaining himself. Once someone would try to play with them, he would be very mean, but never violent. He would never tease anyone unless they approached him first, but even as a child he was a prick.
He learned some of the basic lessons that a child would learn in the outdoor school. Some cooking, some foraging, just some useful skills that it would be good to learn young. He was a decent 'student', but he didn't enjoy the classes in the least. He also excelled at counting, adding, subtracting, and math in general. He also can read, and write, but he isn't particularly good at it, nor does he like it much. As for history, he has learned the basic Fire Nation history and a small bit of Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom history.
When he was reaching adolescence, he started to become interested in sword swallowing and asked his father to help him, neglecting everyone else. His family, the Pisaus, are the only sword swallowers in the whole Caravan. Most of the family is modest about it, but not Hilang. He would have to learn about the human anatomy before he started swallowing swords, so that is one of the only fields of schooling where he studied a lot. It would be kind of bad if he aciddentally ruptured his lung by sticking the sword down his Trachea.
When he was about fourteen, he successfully swallowed his first sword. It was a big risk, but he pulled it off, and he eventually got a huge ego. He thought himself better than everyone else, eventually leading him to be a huge asshole.
Then, at nineteen, just as he was learning most of the tricks to sword swallowing, his father had an accident while performing, and cut the inside of his throat. It didn't kill him, but it did injure him greatly, and stopped him from performing again. Afterward, the act needed another sword swallower, so he gladly stepped up. Now, his parents just hang around the caravan while he performs. They own a wagon, and they usually help out in teaching and babysitting the other children of the Caravan. Hilang performs to show up his father, in a sense, and he also performs because he loves the attention and power it gives him.
His father's accident didn't deter him from becoming a great sword swallower, it actually motivated him to be better than his father was. After his father's accident, he didn't think much of him, and pretty much just ignored him. He thought that his father brought shame to the family name, and he would have to regain the family's honor. (OMG ZUKO COMPLEX!!)
Then, for the next nine years, it was pretty much just living the day-to-day life, performing, living, sleeping, etc... He owns his own tent, and lives out of it. At this point, he tries not to affiliate himself with many other people, he is like a loner. He doesn't mind, though, to him, it was always a good life.
Sample RP: Hilang twirled the blades in the air rhythmically, and the ribbons trailed behind it, reflecting every movement like the waves on the ocean. The edges grinded against each other, making sparks fly and he hear the crowd go "ooooh...". He loosened his jaw and relaxed his throat, ready to submerge the blade in his throat. He closed his eyes and held up his fingers to silence the crowd. Then, when the crowd had hushed, he held the sword with both hands. He slowly dipped it down into his mouth, then pulled it out quickly.
He was trying to add suspense, something he usually didn't like to do, but he felt like it tonight. So, he took the blade, and slowly pushed it past his lips, teeth, tongue, and down his throat. This took immense concentration, so, he closed his eyes and focused. Slowly, but surely, he pushed the blade gently down his esophagus and kept going until he felt it brush up against his stomach. The hilt was about six inches from his eyes, and he opened them and removed his hands.
The blade was almost completely engulfed by his digestive tract. Then, in his trademark move, he pulled the sword from his mouth and shoved it in the ground very quickly. His performance was a success, and he knew because the crowd was cheering like crazy. He sauntered back outside of the ring, and sat down by himself behind the curtain.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Group: Flame Dancers
Nation: Fire Nation
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Hilang has a slightly stockier build, not flabby, but there is meat on his bones. Just enough to notice. His stockiness is uniform throughout his body, his legs, waist, shoulders, all a bit thick. He isn't the tallest guy, nor is he the shortest, standing at about 5'3". He has a wide set jaw, and a square face, along with some full lips. He has auburn colored hair. A thin mustache connects to a small goatee to go with it. His hair is about 3 or 4 inches long, and he doesn't really style it, he just lets it hang straight down. It has a small bit of volume to it, it's not like he just put on a rubber head of hair, but it's not like really poofy either. Above it all, he does take care of his appearance, he even uses local herbs as skin remedies on some occasions.
Most of his body is well taken care of, but, because he doesn't like to walk around with shoes, his feet are very calloused and blistered. He attempts to soothe some of them away with herb soaks, but it only helps a bit. His eyes are a metallic gold color, and small. They often have a cold, indifferent look to them, and don't show emotion often. He really doesn't like to be dirty, but he just hates confining shoes, so besides his feet, he is a clean man.
Clothing/Armor: He wears some very loose hanging clothing, starting with some rich carmine pants that have a sunglow stripe going around the ankles. Then, in front of the pants, there is a sunglow colored skirt-like piece of cloth that hangs down, except it has no cloth on the very sides, it's kinda like a very wide loincloth. Really, it's just a big piece of cloth that he wraps around his waist, save the sides.
Then, for his torso, there is a persian red shirt with very long sleeves that come to a point at the ends. This shirt is also very loose and he wears a cream colored silk robe with some black trim over the top of it. The robe is sleeveless and is open in the front, and it comes down completely to his feet. The black trim on the robe goes around all of the edges. The wide-V-shaped neckline of the shirt dips down kinda low to the point where you can see his collarbone and a few inches below that. He also loves to wear nothing on his feet, they are very calloused, but he doesn't mind. During performances, he will wear some ostrich-horse leather shoes, but otherwise, barefoot it is.
Weapons: His Jians (The blades he swallows) which are dull. They are dull because, if they were sharp, they could slice his throat, they are very pointy, however. They are made of iron and are about two and a half feet long. The sword is constantly polished and shined, and it is rather decorated. There are eight sunglow and rich carmine ribbons that stream down from the crossgaurd about three inches. The handle is approximately eight inches long, and wrapped in leather.
Personality: Rather short fuse, his line of work requires lots of concentration and he can't be interrupted, so things easily piss him off. Let's face it, he can be an asshole. He is the type of guy who will pull out somebody's chair out from under them just before they sit. He is quite a trickster and a troublemaker, having never really emotionally grown up. He doesn't discriminate either, he will be an ass to a male or female, he doesn't care which.
When he is in a crowd, he doesn't mind being the center of attention, in fact, he rather likes it. He doesn't really have a sensitive side, and he enjoys playing pranks and making trouble. One of the reasons why he loves being in the Flame Dancers is because he loves all the attention and glory he gets. Another thing he is known for, besides being an ass, he is a glutton. He will eat, and eat, and eat, and he is lucky, for he hardly gains a pound.
When he's not working, he is very prissy and high-strung. He has a real holier-than-thou attitude. When he get's mad, he gets very verbally abusive, but almost never physically abusive. He spends most of his time practicing, but he has also taken a small liking to fishing, too. He doesn't fish a lot, but every now and then he'll cast out his line and have some smoked fish for dinner.
One of the main reasons he acts this way is because of the fact that his is the only sword-swallowing family there is. That, and the fact that his family is of Fire Nation descent, he believes himself to be of pure blood, in a sense.
Background: He was born when his parents were already in the Flame Dancers, and his father, Daifu, was a sword swallower before him. He learned everything he knows about sword swallowing from his father, and his mother, Niji, stayed with the caravan and took care of Hilang. His family's roots are in the Fire Nation, but he was born in the Earth Kingdom. During the days, Niji would bring Hilang around, trying to encourage him to play with the other kids, but was snooty then too. He really was just a bully as a kid, and needed to be watched 24/7.
They started teaching him to perform at a young age. Of course, they didn't start jamming knives down his throat at five, but they did perform in front of him, and taught him all the safety procedures that come along with owning a weapon. He was trained in the proper use of Jians, but he never had much interest in that. He grew up in the caravan, and has spent his whole life with them. It was a good life, in his opinion.
He spent most of his childhood just playing like the other kids, spending time in the outdoor school. He would be very anti-social, just fiddling with sticks or rocks, entertaining himself. Once someone would try to play with them, he would be very mean, but never violent. He would never tease anyone unless they approached him first, but even as a child he was a prick.
He learned some of the basic lessons that a child would learn in the outdoor school. Some cooking, some foraging, just some useful skills that it would be good to learn young. He was a decent 'student', but he didn't enjoy the classes in the least. He also excelled at counting, adding, subtracting, and math in general. He also can read, and write, but he isn't particularly good at it, nor does he like it much. As for history, he has learned the basic Fire Nation history and a small bit of Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom history.
When he was reaching adolescence, he started to become interested in sword swallowing and asked his father to help him, neglecting everyone else. His family, the Pisaus, are the only sword swallowers in the whole Caravan. Most of the family is modest about it, but not Hilang. He would have to learn about the human anatomy before he started swallowing swords, so that is one of the only fields of schooling where he studied a lot. It would be kind of bad if he aciddentally ruptured his lung by sticking the sword down his Trachea.
When he was about fourteen, he successfully swallowed his first sword. It was a big risk, but he pulled it off, and he eventually got a huge ego. He thought himself better than everyone else, eventually leading him to be a huge asshole.
Then, at nineteen, just as he was learning most of the tricks to sword swallowing, his father had an accident while performing, and cut the inside of his throat. It didn't kill him, but it did injure him greatly, and stopped him from performing again. Afterward, the act needed another sword swallower, so he gladly stepped up. Now, his parents just hang around the caravan while he performs. They own a wagon, and they usually help out in teaching and babysitting the other children of the Caravan. Hilang performs to show up his father, in a sense, and he also performs because he loves the attention and power it gives him.
His father's accident didn't deter him from becoming a great sword swallower, it actually motivated him to be better than his father was. After his father's accident, he didn't think much of him, and pretty much just ignored him. He thought that his father brought shame to the family name, and he would have to regain the family's honor. (OMG ZUKO COMPLEX!!)
Then, for the next nine years, it was pretty much just living the day-to-day life, performing, living, sleeping, etc... He owns his own tent, and lives out of it. At this point, he tries not to affiliate himself with many other people, he is like a loner. He doesn't mind, though, to him, it was always a good life.
Sample RP: Hilang twirled the blades in the air rhythmically, and the ribbons trailed behind it, reflecting every movement like the waves on the ocean. The edges grinded against each other, making sparks fly and he hear the crowd go "ooooh...". He loosened his jaw and relaxed his throat, ready to submerge the blade in his throat. He closed his eyes and held up his fingers to silence the crowd. Then, when the crowd had hushed, he held the sword with both hands. He slowly dipped it down into his mouth, then pulled it out quickly.
He was trying to add suspense, something he usually didn't like to do, but he felt like it tonight. So, he took the blade, and slowly pushed it past his lips, teeth, tongue, and down his throat. This took immense concentration, so, he closed his eyes and focused. Slowly, but surely, he pushed the blade gently down his esophagus and kept going until he felt it brush up against his stomach. The hilt was about six inches from his eyes, and he opened them and removed his hands.
The blade was almost completely engulfed by his digestive tract. Then, in his trademark move, he pulled the sword from his mouth and shoved it in the ground very quickly. His performance was a success, and he knew because the crowd was cheering like crazy. He sauntered back outside of the ring, and sat down by himself behind the curtain.
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