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Bloody Heart Shaped- Box
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- Buffalo fookin, New York
[ This will be the opening post to describe things mostly]
For three hundred glorious years of longevity, the infamous Akukai Ryu Temple has flourished with no visible notice of decay nor aging. Perhaps it has remained as monumental as expected from the accomplishments from an entity alien to their native realm. Known as the dark martial artist master, Zanji Kain, he has been lingering within human realm for over five hundred years, ascending to Deity status from his renowned tales that has otherwise separated him from all hand to hand combatants etched into history. A demonic being in reality, Kain has imprinted his legacy in the lands of Asia, often described as the epitome of greatness in terms of skill as a fighter. From the time he has gain the gaze from others, a temple was built to progress his teachings onto mortals, believing if no one could be a worthy competitor, molding the world of Martial Arts might as well become a goal.
The Akukai Ryu was built into the side of a one-hundred meter tall cliff side that slopes down north and the doors of the temple face exactly south. Around the doors is a massive grassy plain that stretches in a half circle, going out over two- hundred meters before it hits the tree line, there the tall grass meet a massive Pine Forest that stretches across the entire Valley for a good four miles before it meets Mountains. To the East of the temple at 1.3 Miles is what is called the Yukara Lake. The glacial waters are frigid temperatures all year round with a waterfall and a small creek that winds its way due south. West of the temple is five miles of Pine Forest but inside that forest lays a silent and forgotten graveyard with crypts that stretch two miles down into the earth. A vast honeycomb of tombs that reek with centuries of years of death and lost souls, the secrets of this Grave remain a mystery for a reason. North of the temple is the sloping Cliff Side and at the base a large stone pillar that has no markings or emblems on it. Made of simple stone it is a beacon of hope for many and the nameless reason it stands for, beyond it lays a field of boulders that reaches fifty meters before coming across more pine forest that stretches to the north wall of the valley.
Entry to the temple is generally difficult, crafted to have characteristics similar to the Shaolin Temple. This temple main hall is the first thing one enters and their eyes will set upon a massive marble Stair case that runs up the center of the hall, typically bringing newcomers into panic from how long it is for where their training is commenced in the early mornings. To the right is the Black Onxy dojo, where all its member receive training from headmaster Zanji. To the left are the barracks where all students rest, eat, and usually living at. Without question this is the environment where only the strong can be branded into such a place of excellence.
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Meditating silently at the front of the room, Zanji Kain was displaying his mental discipline as usual. A proper component towards his self regulation of strengthening oneself in a mental aspect, breathing in a slow but composed fashion, all the while maintaining complete silence and balance. When it came to appearance, he was distinguished as an individual who was abnormally large, possessing the physique of a bodybuilder, with a wide chest, broad shoulders, and mighty limbs comparable to tree trunks. He was attractive but aggressive by all rights, judging by facial features like his predatory crimson eyes, narrow nose, sadistic grin, and scars descending from above his eyebrows and lowered to the chin.
Demonic in essence, he bares serrated teeth which are distinct from mortals, pale skin tone identical to the dead and black spiky shoulder length that is fierce, yet wild. Towering at seven feet two, Kain is defined for his black karate ki outfit, ragged and worn like his numerous body scars to otherwise hint at his immortality. Stationary in meditation, he waited to see if any of his pupils would confront him, knowing one was likely itching for training.
For three hundred glorious years of longevity, the infamous Akukai Ryu Temple has flourished with no visible notice of decay nor aging. Perhaps it has remained as monumental as expected from the accomplishments from an entity alien to their native realm. Known as the dark martial artist master, Zanji Kain, he has been lingering within human realm for over five hundred years, ascending to Deity status from his renowned tales that has otherwise separated him from all hand to hand combatants etched into history. A demonic being in reality, Kain has imprinted his legacy in the lands of Asia, often described as the epitome of greatness in terms of skill as a fighter. From the time he has gain the gaze from others, a temple was built to progress his teachings onto mortals, believing if no one could be a worthy competitor, molding the world of Martial Arts might as well become a goal.
The Akukai Ryu was built into the side of a one-hundred meter tall cliff side that slopes down north and the doors of the temple face exactly south. Around the doors is a massive grassy plain that stretches in a half circle, going out over two- hundred meters before it hits the tree line, there the tall grass meet a massive Pine Forest that stretches across the entire Valley for a good four miles before it meets Mountains. To the East of the temple at 1.3 Miles is what is called the Yukara Lake. The glacial waters are frigid temperatures all year round with a waterfall and a small creek that winds its way due south. West of the temple is five miles of Pine Forest but inside that forest lays a silent and forgotten graveyard with crypts that stretch two miles down into the earth. A vast honeycomb of tombs that reek with centuries of years of death and lost souls, the secrets of this Grave remain a mystery for a reason. North of the temple is the sloping Cliff Side and at the base a large stone pillar that has no markings or emblems on it. Made of simple stone it is a beacon of hope for many and the nameless reason it stands for, beyond it lays a field of boulders that reaches fifty meters before coming across more pine forest that stretches to the north wall of the valley.
Entry to the temple is generally difficult, crafted to have characteristics similar to the Shaolin Temple. This temple main hall is the first thing one enters and their eyes will set upon a massive marble Stair case that runs up the center of the hall, typically bringing newcomers into panic from how long it is for where their training is commenced in the early mornings. To the right is the Black Onxy dojo, where all its member receive training from headmaster Zanji. To the left are the barracks where all students rest, eat, and usually living at. Without question this is the environment where only the strong can be branded into such a place of excellence.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Meditating silently at the front of the room, Zanji Kain was displaying his mental discipline as usual. A proper component towards his self regulation of strengthening oneself in a mental aspect, breathing in a slow but composed fashion, all the while maintaining complete silence and balance. When it came to appearance, he was distinguished as an individual who was abnormally large, possessing the physique of a bodybuilder, with a wide chest, broad shoulders, and mighty limbs comparable to tree trunks. He was attractive but aggressive by all rights, judging by facial features like his predatory crimson eyes, narrow nose, sadistic grin, and scars descending from above his eyebrows and lowered to the chin.
Demonic in essence, he bares serrated teeth which are distinct from mortals, pale skin tone identical to the dead and black spiky shoulder length that is fierce, yet wild. Towering at seven feet two, Kain is defined for his black karate ki outfit, ragged and worn like his numerous body scars to otherwise hint at his immortality. Stationary in meditation, he waited to see if any of his pupils would confront him, knowing one was likely itching for training.