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(///◔(ｪ)◔///) MY PIXIV (✪㉨✪) MY DEVIANTART ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧ MY SOCIETY6 ( ◍•㉦•◍ ) MY FACEBOOK ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎ MY TUMBLR ⸜₍๑•⌔•๑ ₎⸝

Character create for Hardcore-Yaoi-Club mascot contest. The poll to vote for the new mascot here, wish me luck ^^ : hardcore-yaoi-club.deviantart.… Full bg version :

Fortis cadere, cedere non potest The brave may fall, but cannot yield
It might sound strange to you, but in the East, the human form and sainthood aren't limit to humanoid creatures. To us, the sentience could gain through absorbing or learning, from one life to an other. I guess you all read Journey to the West, right? Sun Wukong, he is a monkey born from a stone who acquires supernatural powers through Taoist practices and the kinds like his wasn't rare in our mythology. Ask around, you would find many mythology or urban legend about how animals and objects would later gain human form through various way and blend among us; or ghosts, after a long period of haunting something, finally fuse with their shell, create some sort of amalgam. Or in a rare occasion, when thousand death of same cause, happened in a same place, there would be apparitions born from the sorrow and hatred that still linger.

The Basilisk Blood: "The culprit usually use a paste spiced with basilisk blood, which gives meat a savory scent, but induces a violent madness in any creature with warm blood, whether man or beast. Reportedly, a mouse will attack a lion after a taste of basilisk blood." It's apparition is man with white hair, red eyes bordered with flake of white scales, soft smile and always wear a white garb, decorate with black patch and gold line. He call himself Sanguis. He is a Machiavellian, and have no remorse or human moral. He have success to lure thousand man to death, all but one copper skin slave.

Sanguis's story: There was once a game pit owner who prosper thank to how his fighters always deliver the bloodiest fight. Rumor has it, he had play god and promises his slave heaven if they die for him; an other said he sell their souls for demon, and through each match, he drag the audience closer to hell too. The truth is, he have dose each and every slaves with a small dose of Basilisk Blood before the fight, in a form of a glass of wine. "To ease the nervousness" he said. His business grow, young men come and young men go, no one have a time to realize how the air seem to thickened after each time blood weep on the floor; or how one day, the stain just disappear, the air become as light as ever. Or how from that day, the servant, and sometime, even slaves, complain and whisper about an invisible eye watching them. The game pit owner died, his son succeed the business, but the spirit just wasn't the same. At the verge of bankruptcy, a mysterious merchant knocking at his door, offer a crimson liquid, with a promises for each drop would bring the beast out of the weakest mice; in exchange for a vial of blood of each consumer. "For the good old business I have with the previous owner. He help me grow my own business after all" . With a soft chuckle, the man with pearlescent hair disappear into the night, as quick as the wind. Time gone by, many rise and fall, some own the slaves, some just own the place, they all shook hand with the mysterious man, who seem to unaffected by time. So many have succumb to his allure, all but one : a tattooed slave. He have spend days study his stubborn prey, and found nothing out of ordinary: toned muscle, battle scars, eyes that still have some glimmer of hope, maybe for the glory or for freedom. The brat refuse to took the liquid, even have a gut to snatch one his prey away. For the first time, the soft smile turn into a frown.

The Manticore Venom: Manticore venom is the poison extract from the manticore venom gland. It is deadly, and kills the instant it reaches the heart. According to scholar, it can be thickened with sorcery to delay the effect in order to give victim an slow but unavoidable dead. He was once a slave, turn to the spirit of the poison by Sanguis. In human life, he was a handsome man with square jaws, a little dumb and stubborn, but still kind hearted (though he rarely have any chance to show it). After the transformation, he still retain his appearance with copper skin, white tattoo and scars he had while he still human. Only a thin visible black line across his jugular mark the fatal wound that bring his death.

Spero Lucem's story : His name was inspire from the old quote Post tenebras spero lucem ("After darkness, I hope for light"). He could no longer remember whether that was the name his mother gave to him or the slave master gave him in order to taunt him. He was taken from his home, along with his best friend. It wasn't a kidnapping or invading. They were sold for the price of winter's foods, that is. No crying, no desperate clinging into mother arm, no screaming; just "Your family doesn't need you anymore" and a tug from their new owner. His friend did look back though, and Lucem let him do so, despite he found it pointless. Years pass by, they survive together. Sometime, when a buyer just want one of them, that one would pull a mischief prank or act rude, so they could remain together. It guarantee some whacking, sometime for both of them. But if they can remain together, then it good enough. Finally, the game pit owner lay eyes upon them, and the two boys move to their new place together. The new owner let them fight as a duo; and that enough for them. It wasn't long before Lucem notice about a ageless stranger who came to visit his fellow slaves the night before their fight, and more often than not, that person would fought like a beast, and die like one too. He pay them no mind, until the day Sanguis come to see them. Same sweet smile, same silky voice, luring them to use the poison. "One drop" he said "one drop, and you would have strength and spirit of a beast. The spirit that the crowd love so much. If you perform a play that sufficient for the crowd, maybe you could gain your freedom." That night was the first time Lucem ever drop on his knees, beg his friend not to take it. The merchant surely angry, but still keep his smile. That night, the wind roaring through street, tore off everything it could.

Years pass by. Their owner got an brilliant idea. The pair that have been fought side by side so diligently? Let them fight each other now. And the merchant appear again, this time, he have no obstacle. Lucem implore his friend took it himself. "If they want a fight between beast, let give them that. But I would never fight you, not as human". The merchant face lit with delight, unable to notice Lucem have a little knife on his hip, along with a small vial contain black liquid. The owner always lock the steel away, only let them meet the fighter in the game pit, but Lucem have manage to hid one small scrap and coax it with Manticore Venom.

For years they pray to the gods, no god answer. For years they hope for a hero heard they silent cry, who would come and rescue them, so their weapon might serve the same purpose, but no hero ever come. Today, he pose as god and grant them the freedom they have waiting for so long. Today, he rescue them from their miserable life. Their blade are sharp, their movement swift, the poison of their choices are effective as their reputation. One stab in the heart grant his dear friend a quick and painless death. One slash through his throat cut off all bound with mortal world. Bath in the sun light, he heard a whisper "You hate me enough to choose an other poison? Well then, I can't have you. But I won't let Death have you, either!"
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(///◔(ｪ)◔///) MY PIXIV (✪㉨✪) MY DEVIANTART ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧ MY SOCIETY6 ( ◍•㉦•◍ ) MY FACEBOOK ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎ MY TUMBLR ⸜₍๑•⌔•๑ ₎⸝

Character create for Hardcore-Yaoi-Club mascot contest. The poll to vote for the new mascot here, wish me luck ^^ : hardcore-yaoi-club.deviantart.… Full bg version :

Fortis cadere, cedere non potest The brave may fall, but cannot yield
It might sound strange to you, but in the East, the human form and sainthood aren't limit to humanoid creatures. To us, the sentience could gain through absorbing or learning, from one life to an other. I guess you all read Journey to the West, right? Sun Wukong, he is a monkey born from a stone who acquires supernatural powers through Taoist practices and the kinds like his wasn't rare in our mythology. Ask around, you would find many mythology or urban legend about how animals and objects would later gain human form through various way and blend among us; or ghosts, after a long period of haunting something, finally fuse with their shell, create some sort of amalgam. Or in a rare occasion, when thousand death of same cause, happened in a same place, there would be apparitions born from the sorrow and hatred that still linger.

The Basilisk Blood: "The culprit usually use a paste spiced with basilisk blood, which gives meat a savory scent, but induces a violent madness in any creature with warm blood, whether man or beast. Reportedly, a mouse will attack a lion after a taste of basilisk blood." It's apparition is man with white hair, red eyes bordered with flake of white scales, soft smile and always wear a white garb, decorate with black patch and gold line. He call himself Sanguis. He is a Machiavellian, and have no remorse or human moral. He have success to lure thousand man to death, all but one copper skin slave.

Sanguis's story: There was once a game pit owner who prosper thank to how his fighters always deliver the bloodiest fight. Rumor has it, he had play god and promises his slave heaven if they die for him; an other said he sell their souls for demon, and through each match, he drag the audience closer to hell too. The truth is, he have dose each and every slaves with a small dose of Basilisk Blood before the fight, in a form of a glass of wine. "To ease the nervousness" he said. His business grow, young men come and young men go, no one have a time to realize how the air seem to thickened after each time blood weep on the floor; or how one day, the stain just disappear, the air become as light as ever. Or how from that day, the servant, and sometime, even slaves, complain and whisper about an invisible eye watching them. The game pit owner died, his son succeed the business, but the spirit just wasn't the same. At the verge of bankruptcy, a mysterious merchant knocking at his door, offer a crimson liquid, with a promises for each drop would bring the beast out of the weakest mice; in exchange for a vial of blood of each consumer. "For the good old business I have with the previous owner. He help me grow my own business after all" . With a soft chuckle, the man with pearlescent hair disappear into the night, as quick as the wind. Time gone by, many rise and fall, some own the slaves, some just own the place, they all shook hand with the mysterious man, who seem to unaffected by time. So many have succumb to his allure, all but one : a tattooed slave. He have spend days study his stubborn prey, and found nothing out of ordinary: toned muscle, battle scars, eyes that still have some glimmer of hope, maybe for the glory or for freedom. The brat refuse to took the liquid, even have a gut to snatch one his prey away. For the first time, the soft smile turn into a frown.

The Manticore Venom: Manticore venom is the poison extract from the manticore venom gland. It is deadly, and kills the instant it reaches the heart. According to scholar, it can be thickened with sorcery to delay the effect in order to give victim an slow but unavoidable dead. He was once a slave, turn to the spirit of the poison by Sanguis. In human life, he was a handsome man with square jaws, a little dumb and stubborn, but still kind hearted (though he rarely have any chance to show it). After the transformation, he still retain his appearance with copper skin, white tattoo and scars he had while he still human. Only a thin visible black line across his jugular mark the fatal wound that bring his death.

Spero Lucem's story : His name was inspire from the old quote Post tenebras spero lucem ("After darkness, I hope for light"). He could no longer remember whether that was the name his mother gave to him or the slave master gave him in order to taunt him. He was taken from his home, along with his best friend. It wasn't a kidnapping or invading. They were sold for the price of winter's foods, that is. No crying, no desperate clinging into mother arm, no screaming; just "Your family doesn't need you anymore" and a tug from their new owner. His friend did look back though, and Lucem let him do so, despite he found it pointless. Years pass by, they survive together. Sometime, when a buyer just want one of them, that one would pull a mischief prank or act rude, so they could remain together. It guarantee some whacking, sometime for both of them. But if they can remain together, then it good enough. Finally, the game pit owner lay eyes upon them, and the two boys move to their new place together. The new owner let them fight as a duo; and that enough for them. It wasn't long before Lucem notice about a ageless stranger who came to visit his fellow slaves the night before their fight, and more often than not, that person would fought like a beast, and die like one too. He pay them no mind, until the day Sanguis come to see them. Same sweet smile, same silky voice, luring them to use the poison. "One drop" he said "one drop, and you would have strength and spirit of a beast. The spirit that the crowd love so much. If you perform a play that sufficient for the crowd, maybe you could gain your freedom." That night was the first time Lucem ever drop on his knees, beg his friend not to take it. The merchant surely angry, but still keep his smile. That night, the wind roaring through street, tore off everything it could.

Years pass by. Their owner got an brilliant idea. The pair that have been fought side by side so diligently? Let them fight each other now. And the merchant appear again, this time, he have no obstacle. Lucem implore his friend took it himself. "If they want a fight between beast, let give them that. But I would never fight you, not as human". The merchant face lit with delight, unable to notice Lucem have a little knife on his hip, along with a small vial contain black liquid. The owner always lock the steel away, only let them meet the fighter in the game pit, but Lucem have manage to hid one small scrap and coax it with Manticore Venom.

For years they pray to the gods, no god answer. For years they hope for a hero heard they silent cry, who would come and rescue them, so their weapon might serve the same purpose, but no hero ever come. Today, he pose as god and grant them the freedom they have waiting for so long. Today, he rescue them from their miserable life. Their blade are sharp, their movement swift, the poison of their choices are effective as their reputation. One stab in the heart grant his dear friend a quick and painless death. One slash through his throat cut off all bound with mortal world. Bath in the sun light, he heard a whisper "You hate me enough to choose an other poison? Well then, I can't have you. But I won't let Death have you, either!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
My characters belong entirely to me.
Commercial and distribution of this work is strictly prohibited.
Permission for display on non-profit basis such as your own personal site, forums and blogs etc. is granted as long as full credit to me is given. Thank You !
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